Page 37 of Gentleman Sadist

Will huffed, but Robert didn’t miss the flare of desire in his amber gaze, but his tone was petulant. “So, what are my rules.”

"For tonight, you must always make sure to address me as Master Robert and when we sit, you'll either be kneeling between my legs or by my side," Robert stated while keeping Will pinned to the wall. "Can you handle my rules so far?"

A small cocky smirk tugged at the corner of Will’s lips before he lifted his chin. “I can handle whatever you want to give me, Agent.”

Robert snorted. He doubted it. Will was still getting his feet wet and had major trust issues, but he was proud of the other man for taking this leap with him. It meant a lot to him. He’d take the gift Will was giving him and treasure it forever.

“Trust me, Will. I promise I won’t ever steer you wrong.”

Between one blink and the next, the brat disappeared, and Will whispered, “I know, it’s why I’m here, Robert.” The gentleness of the assistant curator’s tone was almost his undoing.

“I won’t disappoint you.” Robert threaded his fingers through Will’s and gave a reassuring squeeze before stepping onto the main floor of the club.

“Anything else I should know about?” Will hedged then added, “Rule wise?”

Robert grinned. “There is a two-limit drink for tonight, although for tonight you’re only allowed one, so make it a good one.”

Will cocked a brow. “I only get one drink?”

"In the future, I won't explain my reasoning, but since we're still doing this dance of a potential relationship, the more you know, the more you'll accept my answers." He captured Will's chin, making sure they maintained eye contact as he continued to speak. "We're going to play hard tonight; my beautiful boy and I want you completely sober for the experience. Later, when your shit is sorted, I'll be more than happy to let you get drunk and fuck you until we're both limp-dicked and satisfied. Understand?"

Will gasped and Robert took advantage. Already riding the razor edge of control, seeing the lust in Will’s eyes was a temptation he couldn’t pass up. The minute the mouths met in a searing kiss, he groaned. It’d been years since he’d been able to call another man partner and in reality, he feared the day would never come. Will and he were combustible together.

Robert let out a shuddered breath as he rested his forehead against Will’s. “We need to stop doing that. It could be dangerous,” he remarked.

“There is nowein that equation, Robert. Need I remind you, it’s you who keeps kissing me,” Will panted.

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

Will smiled. The gut-punch of pure happiness stole Robert's ability to breathe. "No, I'm not, because I'm enjoying every single one of those kisses."

“Let’s go before I change my mind and take you back upstairs,” Robert teased.

Will laughed. “It wouldn’t be a hardship spending more time together.”

"Totally wouldn't." Robert led him out onto the floor of the club. The hurricane party was in full swing. The rules for the party were simple, come as you are. For some, they took the rule quite literally, playing with their subs in every nook and cranny of the area, getting them off as many times as their Dom saw fit. Others, were in the nude, sitting in small groups carrying on conversations while others were fully dressed, enjoying the buffet-style food and drinks, he'd had catered for the evening.

Waiters and waitresses were hustling. Flirting between tables and the bar delivering specially made cocktails for the party. They had themed names like Dark ‘n’ Stormy, The Gilligan, and, of course, a classic Hurricane. They were an assortment of colors, in oddly shaped glasses the club had stored just for these occasions. To make them even more them related, they dropped multicolored LED plastic cubes in every drink.

All the food set out for the party was themed also. He paid his managers a hefty salary to create and execute these special parties and any holiday-themed gatherings. His goal was always to provide something other clubs just wouldn’t or couldn’t do. Yeah, this was a BDSM club, but it was also so much more.

“This place looks like a different club. I love it!” Will’s gaze flickered around the area.

Robert beamed with pride. “Go get yourself a drink.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single ticket for his partner.

Will reached for the bright pink slip of paper. “Want anything?”

“Just a bottle of water, my beautiful boy.”

Will hesitated his fingertips holding the edge of the ticket. “You’re not drinking?”

“I will. Once we find a place to settle.” He released the slip of paper. “If you haven’t figured it out, I’m a little bit of a control freak. I like to test out the speed of the staff by ordering from one of the servers.”

Will snorted. “Of course you do.” Then shook his head. “Be kind to the staff, and they’ll be kind to you.” Will started for the bar, a bounce in his step as the music changed to something with a bit more rhythm.

His dick jerked behind the confines of his zipper and he mentally chided himself.Down boy. It was going to be a long night, but a good one. One he’d been looking forward to since giving Will the choice of either testing the waters between them or walking away.

As Will approached, he carried the biggest drink they had. The tasty concoction was served in a small fishbowl in hues of blues until it was mixed then it turned purple. No doubt in his mind, Will thought he found a workaround to his order of a one drink limit. The container held enough liquid to be considered two drinks, but what Will wasn’t aware of, and Robert was, had been the sneaky fact there’d been half the alcohol in it. The staff lovingly referred to the drink as The Punishment. Since the sub who ordered it, nine out of ten times ended up getting punished for trying to find a way around their master’s orders.

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