Page 16 of Gentleman Sadist

“I like you,” Robert said. “I thought we could get to know each other someplace we didn’t have to yell to hear each other.”

Will stared at him. For a second, he’d been sure the other man would say no, Robert half-way expected it. “Okay.” Will glanced down again. “We’ll come.”

Robert tipped Will’s chin up and brushed his lips across the assistant curator’s then grinned. “Thank you, beautiful boy. You won’t be disappointed.”

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Will reluctantly entered the Pleasure Dome surrounded by his friends. He warned everyone before they left Tampa, he didn't want to go to a club, yet, there he stood because he didn't want to let Robert down.I am such a pushover, ugh.He glanced around the club, taking in the open layout. The public/non-exclusive club was... Nice. It’d been a BDSM club after all. If he’d seen one, he supposed, he saw them all. There was a public play section along with a bar and seating area for those who wanted to talk before starting a session. Directly in front of him was a long hallway presumably leading to private playrooms and changing areas. A nervous thrill slipped down his spine like an ice cube meant to tease and awaken his senses.

He shivered.

It'd been a long time since he'd been inside any club. Longer still since he'd thrown caution to the wind and allowed his curiosity to take over. He learned quickly though, sometimes curiosity killed the cat. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he glanced around, trying to figure out where the sensation originated. The dim lighting impeded his ability to see who'd been watching him. His heart rate increased, and his palms grew sweaty by the second. Today he was someone's prey. The urge to run out of the building crept over his flesh. He shouldn't be there. He didn't belong there. He was an imposter. He wasn't submissive at all.

“The place is safe,” Ian said, drawing Will’s attention. “Master Robert spared no expense when it came to the security system here.”

Will frowned. When Robert said, “my club,” Will thought he meant membership, not ownership. “Wait, he owns the place?”

“Partners more like it,” Ian replied.

Since the break-in at the museum and subsequent interview, Will hadn’t heard back from the handsome FBI agent. The offer of a tour of the museum had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. There wouldn’t have been any hanky-panky going on, Will had found a kindred spirit with Robert. Someone who appreciated art, whereas Tristan didn’t.Should have been another warning sign. Anyone who can’t appreciate creative pieces has something wrong with them.Will shook off the thought. He promised to never think about Tristan again, however the asshole continued to live rent-free in Will's mind.

“Interesting.”

“We’re going to go grab a room,” Ian said. “I hate leaving you alone. Who knows what kind of trouble you’ll get yourself into.”

Will snorted. “Me?” He pressed his hand to chest in faux outrage. “I never get into trouble.”

Ian chuckled. "Don't give the Doms a hard time. In fact, why don't you try again, see what happens." The man gave a nonchalant roll of his shoulder.

“I swear it’s like a quadruple tag team with all of you,” Will replied. “This lifestyle isn’t for me.”

The corner of Ian’s mouth lifted. “Perhaps, if you’re telling the truth, you should ask yourself one question.”

“Oh? And what would the question be?” Will lifted his chin and stood a little taller while defiance and aggravation poured through his bloodstream.

“Why did you agree to come?”

Before he could answer, Ian pivoted and started down the hall, his bag of tricks in his left hand. The man’s gait exuded power. One thing about Ian, he didn’t beat around the bush when it came to pointing out the obvious.No matter...Will turned on his heel and went to the bar. He figured he'd give it an hour, have a couple of drinks, and Uber his way back to the resort. His friends would be too involved in their partners to care if he'd left, anyway.

“So, we meet again.” Robert joined him at the bar moments later.

This man.

He got under Will’s skin—completely. From the moment he asked Will to join him on the dance floor the night before to the second their lips touched; the man had the ability to make Will beg. Robert hadn’t done anything special either and it drove Will further insane with an insatiable yearning he’d been deathly afraid of. With Robert, anything was possible. With Robert, old habits might show their ugly heads.

Will gave him a once over, smothering a groan of appreciation. Robert wore a leather corset waistcoat with a white, long-sleeve button-down shirt underneath. A blood-red tie accentuated the look along with the exposed flesh of his forearms. Instead of wearing leather pants, he had on a pair of jeans. They weren't too loose but not skinny either. They encased his legs and cupped his ass perfectly. To finish the lusty ensemble, he wore a pair of biker boots. The same ones, if Will remembered correctly Robert wore to the museum.

“Yes, we do.” Will gave him a small smile. “Thank you for the invite.”

“My pleasure.” Robert sat beside him; his blue gaze locked with Will’s amber eyes. “Is this what you wear when you want to be comfortable?”

Robert's brash words sent a jolt through Will. He thought the outfit was flirty and fun. The off the shoulder, cropped grey sweatshirt and black tank had been paired with black skinny jeans and his white low-top Chuck Taylors. Finishing off the look, a black pork pie hat. "Is it a sin to be comfortable?"

The corner of the man’s mouth lifted. “A very tempting sin. Tell me, what are you looking for?”

Will squared his shoulders and swallowed hard. Robert’s penetrating gaze caused him to squirm and, if the look on the man’s face was any indication, he enjoyed it. Did he get off on making Will feel uncomfortable? “I’m not looking.” Yet, a part of him wished he could push past his self-doubt and loathing.

“Too bad,” Robert said. “We could have had fun together.”

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