Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Breck frowned at it. “Wait. What’s that for?”
“The alternative to a leash.”
“A leash?” Breck balked. “Yeah, right. As if.”
Kai chuckled. “It’s a sub thing. But don’t worry, this isn’t that. I’m just gonna bind our hands together.”
“But why?”
“Part of the façade. But also, to make sure you don’t get swept away in the crowd.”
Breck tensed at the notion, then quickly offered his hand.
Kai pressed their palms together and laced their fingers. Breck’s warm grip was firm and felt really nice. He bound their wrists. Breck watched, looking adorably rapt. Kai smiled and tightened the knot with his teeth.
“There.” He tucked away the remnants.
Breck smirked. “Great. Now I’m stuck with you all night.”
“Mm. Quite literally.”
But then Breck’s playful expression faltered. “This whole thing… with me pretending to be your sub… You’re not gonna make me do anything stupid, right?”
“I suppose that depends on what you consider stupid.”
“You know… like making me get down on my knees or some shit.”
“Ah. Because that’d be beneath the mighty king.”
Breck scowled and tipped up his chin. “I won’t do it, is all. Just letting you know.”
And it was times like this that made Kai second guess his assessment of Breck. When push came to shove, were these his true colors? Too arrogant to realize what he’d be missing in the grander scheme?
“Your loss.” Kai shrugged. “Although, just so you know, I hadn’t planned to put you down on your knees.” He was well aware it’d be too much for Breck’s volatile ego.
“’Kay,” Breck murmured. “Just making sure.” He pasted on a smile, but Kai could see his vulnerability. And the fact that his casual front was still a little unstable.
Kai nodded, then briefly tightened his grip. “If you ever want to leave tonight, just do this. Squeeze my hand.”
Breck seemed to like that. “Alright. I will.”
“Good. Let’s go.” Kai headed for the garage’s exit. And just like that, they were walking hand in hand.
Breck tensed whenever others came into view, but eased up just as quickly once they’d finally passed, each subsequent lack of interaction seeming to reassure him. Exiting the parking garage, they crossed a lamppost-lit street, then covered the remaining distance to Dom District’s low-profile entrance.
Hand in hand, they scaled the concrete steps.
“Kai,” the bouncers greeted. A different pair than the two he’d seen last Friday night.
“Gentlemen.”
The leather-clad duo looked Breck over, then peered back at Kai. “Who’s this?”
“My sub.”
The men swapped looks, surprised. “You’ve taken one on?”
A question Kai had definitely seen coming. To date, he’d never brought a sub. In fact, it was common knowledge that he didn’t typically date that sect. No doubt the reason why so many subs here viewed him as such a challenge. Forever and always endeavoring to be the one.
“I have.” Kai glanced at Breck. “As you can plainly see, this one is exceptional.”
Breck shifted as the two men reassessed him, their appreciative eyes lingering longer this time.
“He certainly is,” the larger one agreed.
His counterpart grinned a little. “Care to share?”
Breck stilled, then shot Kai a look.
Kai tamped a chuckle. “We’ll be entering now.”
Both men smirked, then parted the gate and shoved open the doors. “In you go.” One smiled at Breck. “Don’t have too much fun.”
Breck stiffened at his tone. Then narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to reply.
But before he could get one word out, Kai tugged him inside. “No speaking to others,” he reminded. “Only me.”
“Shit,” Breck muttered. “Almost forgot.” But then he peered around and, quick as a snap, was completely distracted. “Holy fuck...” His jaw went slack. In his defense, the atmosphere was overtly stimulating, the throb of loud, gritty music penetrating through the ocean of leather-clad men.
Kai paused to let him absorb what he was seeing. An environment unlike any other. But not just in terms of attendees and music. The interior of the building alone was provocative as hell. A hybrid of both industrial and medieval vibes. Gray stone walls with wrought iron embellishments. Exposed black pipes. Huge suspended chains. Mammoth columns. Concrete floors. And high above the second level, expansive skylights. Which, during the day, bathed the District’s wide-open center with ample sunlight.
The place was hopping. Packed to the gills. Men of every shape and size milling about, making the music-saturated energy of their surroundings vibrate with an underlying thrum.
He watched as Breck checked out the patrons, his gaze cutting from one flavor of male to the next. Every now and then lingering longer on a particular type. Like the guys he was checking out now. Their bodies ripped and decked out in black PVC. Although, what undoubtedly caught Breck’s attention were the gas masks beneath their hoods. Emanating a dubious, enigmatic air. A very big turn on, incidentally, in the BDSM community.
Breck’s lips parted as he watched them, their swagger cunning. Exuding risk. Enticing—no daring—anyone brave enough to approach them for some fun. Because with those guys, what one saw was what one got. The kind of sex that pushed a man to his limits. Brought to the brink, then kept there indefinitely when suddenly exposed to their handlers’ torment. Elicited bouts of jarring fear. Typically involving oxygen deprivation. Merciless. Unrelenting. Reducing their minds to a riotous mess. Their bodies overrun with adrenaline amidst their frantic need to come.