“I made sure it’s long enough not to be too obvious when you wear it under your jersey. It’s a day collar.” Ryan seemed to study Braxton’s face as he took the collar out of the box. “It’s a symbol of my commitment to you, and yours to me, every hour of every day even when we’re apart. You said you wanted a full time power exchange. I wasn’t sure you were ready, but as usual, when you put your mind to something, you don’t back down.” He let out a soft laugh. “I love that about you too. Without that quality, I’d have missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Braxton grinned, waiting for a nod from Ryan that told him he had permission to speak. “I love it, sir. I love you. And I’m glad it’s a good thing that I’m more stubborn than you are.”
“Determined, my cheeky boy.” Ryan opened the clasp on the collar, bringing it to Braxton’s neck. “But this means I’ll be even more dedicated to being with you, to your safety and happiness, than I was to keeping my distance. Because you’ve given me a precious gift and I’ll never take that for granted.”
The weight of the metal warmed in Ryan’s hands settling against Braxton’s skin sank him even deeper into the headspace of giving up control. His vision blurred as emotions swept over him and he cleared his throat, trying to blink them away. “Thank you, sir. So much. What you’ve given me means...more than I have words for. I’ve never been this happy. Never really known what it was like to have somewhere that I could be…” He bit his bottom lip. “Whole. Which sounds too much like ‘you complete me’ and that’s super cheesy.”
“Hey, it’s a classic line for a reason.” Eyes shining with amusement, Ryan took out the black leather collar, placing it around his neck a bit above the first. This one was tighter and thicker —not to the point that it would be hard to breathe, but he definitely wouldn’t forget it was there. “Come, my love. I want you to see how stunning you look. Then we’ll get going.”
Rising to his feet, Braxton turned to face the mirror above the dresser, his breath catching at the sight. Next to Ryan, he looked...like he belonged to the man. It was the only way to explain it. The look was wicked, but that was what stood out most. The way they seemed to fit together perfectly, the statement of the outfits, combined with the almost protective stance Ryan had.
His Dom stroked his hands up and down Braxton’s arms. “I’d like to bring you just like this, but if you’re uncomfortable being seen in the car like this, let me know and I’ll get you a T-shirt to cover up with. I’m bringing one in my toybag for the trip home.”
“I’m good, sir.” Braxton closed his arms as Ryan wrapped his arms around him. His Dom’s muscular arms steadied him, and along with the leather, gave him the feeling of surrender on a whole different level. “Really good.”
The car ride ended up being uneventful, no one even looking over long enough to give him that rush of knowing the straps made it clear exactly what he was getting up to with his man tonight. Only once they parked in back of the club, then went into the unobtrusive building did his pulse really begin to pick up. He’d felt a mild version of this when he’d filled out his membership papers with Braxton the week before, going over all the rules and safety procedures, but this was real.
I’m really fucking doing this.
With the man I love.
For all the world to see… Okay, maybe not all the world. No cameras allowed.
This wasn’t a performance, it wasn’t meant for anyone except the two of them. Having an audience here wasn’t the same as when Braxton got out on the ice. It was simply having somewhere to go with people who’d accept them. No judgment. No expectations. Just an intense experience and the atmosphere to go with it.
With Ryan’s hand on the back of his neck, Braxton took in the space with wide eyes, not sure how to process what he was seeing. A lot of the players were here—more than he’d even guessed were the least bit kinky, interacting with the queer ones openly. Sure, this wasn’t out to the entire world, but it was out where it was safe and that meant...everything.
To one side of the main room, which had a dance floor, a bar, and a few pieces of bondage equipment at the far end, Sebastian Ramos had Jami straddling his lap, her hips moving in a slow grind, Luke on his knees behind her doing something really hot with his mouth. Scott was alternately grinding on the dance floor, first against Zach, then against Becky, Zach’s wife.
The tour of the club was quick, Ryan exchanging a few brief words with several other members, humming his agreement when a Domme admired Braxton, though Braxton didn’t fully catch what she’d said. His senses were overwhelmed, taking in everything around him, anticipation pushing away everything except Ryan’s movements, his touch.
His Dom seemed to have expected as much, because he didn’t try to get him to participate in any of the small talk.
Missing one familiar face after scanning the crowd, Braxton frowned. Then glanced back at Ryan.
“Go ahead, pet. Since this is your first time here, I want you to feel free to ask any questions you have, or voice any concerns, so long as you do so respectfully. Always address me, unless another Dom speaks to you first, but they’ll ask my permission, so you don’t need to worry about that.” Leather bag slung over his shoulder, Ryan led him around the crowd that had gathered close to the bar. He spoke close to his ear, his hold on the back of Braxton’s neck firm, but comforting.
Taking a deep breath, enjoying the subtle hints of lemon cleaner and leather, Braxton nodded. “I can do that, sir. And it’s nothing big, I was just wondering where Tyler was.”
“Ah.” Ryan chuckled. “The rare times I’ve come here, I give my sister a heads up and she lets her Doms know so they can plan to come on a different night.”
“But she didn’t know you were gay?” The rumors alone must’ve made her at least suspect something?
Once they’d reached the back of the large club space, Ryan stopped them in front of a large, solid, frame-like structure. A tall man wearing assless chaps ran over, taking away the ‘Reserved’ sign and leaving a small folding tray off to the side with two bottles of water and a couple packages of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
Ryan stood Braxton in the center of the frame, facing away from him. “No, my boy, she didn’t know. Unless invited to by all parties involved, nothing that happens here is discussed beyond these walls. Those who don’t respect the rules lose their membership. That’s how the club ensures the privacy of all its members.”
“I really like that.” Braxton’s breath caught as he heard Ryan unzipping his bag. He held still as Ryan moved behind him again, undoing the zipper on his shorts and drawing them down for him to step out of. A familiar tap to his hip and he held out his arms, spreading his feet wide enough to keep himself stable, but give his Dom full access to his body.
Somehow, even though his dick and ass were exposed now, he didn’t feel like he was on display for anyone who might glance over. Ryan’s presence gave him the sense that they were in their own little bubble.
Leather cuffs were secured around his wrists and ankles, then chains were pulled away from the frame and clipped onto them, shortened so Braxton could feel the restraints.
Ryan ran his hand along Braxton’s arms, then his thighs. “Comfortable, pet?”
“Yes, sir.” Braxton steadied his breaths, making sure to let his Dom know in every way possible that he was ready. “And I remember my safeword.”
Kissing his shoulder, Ryan let out a soft sound of approval. “That’s my good boy. Now, let’s see what kind of pretty marks we can leave on this gorgeous skin. I’m going to make you fly, my love. Then I’ll push you even higher. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come when I fuck you.”
If anything could get Braxton to be on his best behavior, that was it, though he wasn’t sure how he could misbehave when he was restrained like this.
Or why he’d want to.
The floggers Ryan used were his favorite, black and red bullhide he’d demonstrated the Florentine flogging style wit
h for Braxton several times over the past few weeks after Braxton admitted how much he enjoyed watching him do it. He could picture Ryan now, taking off his shirt, muscles flexing as he began brushing the falls over Braxton’s exposed skin in a steady rhythm.
From what Ryan had told him, Florentine flogging was very much for the visual pleasure, stroking a Doms ego with how many would admire the movements. It also became such a natural rhythm Ryan could focus on sending Braxton into the headspace he craved, taking his time to ease him in and make the scene last.
At first, the caress of the falls was like a massage, almost too light, but the pressure increased, heating up Braxton’s skin. From his shoulders, down to his ass and thighs, each strike sounding out a bit louder with the impact.
Blood pulsed to his dick as the light sting became a flare along his nerves, sending his hips jutting forward, then back, his muscles clenching out of his control as he fought to keep still. A sweet haze filtered out every thought, leaving only the awareness of his Dom, the echo of some kind of music playing just for them, strumming different notes of pleasure that flowed from him to his Dom. He could hear it in Ryan’s breath. Sense it in his touch when he paused to trail his fingers over the marks he’d left.
The flogging had stopped at some point, but Braxton was still riding the high, a bit apart from himself as the blaze ignited along his flesh kept burning, consuming him bit at a time in a way that made it seem like he wasn’t quite solid anymore. Only when Ryan pressed against him, filling him in a slick glide, did he come down enough for a more carnal pleasure to join the boneless bliss that had taken over.
“There you are.” Ryan’s hand curved under his jaw, turning his head enough to claim a long, deep kiss that matched the steady thrust into his body. “Stay with me, my boy. I want you to feel everything I’m doing to you. Don’t hold back.”
Braxton couldn’t if he tried, but nothing came fast. Ryan used the straps to pull Braxton to him, fucking him hard, then changing his pace until a desperate sound escaped Braxton’s lips. He was so close, right on the edge, yet his Dom’s finger was hovering over the trigger. Ryan knew his body, knew how to keep him here for as long as he wanted.
A bit of a mindfuck, telling Braxton he could take what he wanted so bad, then not giving it to him. All part of the erotic game they played. One Braxton didn’t want to end.
One arm crossing Braxton’s chest, fingers gripping the center of the straps, Ryan slammed in hard, then bit the side of his neck. The pulsing within sent him plummeting into a freefall where it wasn’t just a release. He came apart even as he bucked in Ryan’s hold, crying out until his throat was raw. His ass clenched around Ryan, drawing a soft curse, mixed with a laugh from his Dom, another wave of pleasure washing over Braxton as his Dom ground against him.
For a long time, Ryan kept him there, his quiet, soothing words bringing him down slowly. Braxton surprised himself with a whimper when the cuffs came off, for some reason sure they were the only things that kept him whole.
Then Ryan’s arms were around him, lifting him. A bottle of water was held to Braxton’s lips.
“Small sips. That’s my good boy.” Ryan thanked someone as a blanket covered Braxton. “Here, take a bit now.”
“Mmm.” Braxton bit into the chocolate Ryan fed him, shivering a little as he blinked away the tears he couldn’t remember crying that blurred his vision. Ryan had brought him somewhere else. The music of the club was faint. His Dom was sitting in a big leather armchair, holding him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
“Don’t be, you’re perfect, my love. You did exactly what I asked you to.” Ryan kissed away his tears, smiling down at him. “You held nothing back.”
The pressure that had clung to Braxton for a long time had been easing away more and more while he’d been with Ryan, but it wasn’t until this moment that he realized...it was gone. He didn’t have to hide anymore, not with this man. Everything he was, everything he wanted, was bared to Ryan in every way. Safe to share with him because of the connection between them.
A connection that had started with uncertainty, with so many challenges, but facing each one?
Made it into something that would last.
Something unbreakable.
About Bianca Sommerland
Tell you about me? Hmm, well, there’s not much to say. I love hockey and cars and my kids…not in that order, of course! Lol! When I’m not writing—which isn’t often—I’m usually watching a game or a car show while networking. Going out with my kids is my only downtime. I get to clear my head and forget everything.
As for when and why I first started writing, I guess I thought I’d get extra cookies if I was quiet for a while—that’s how young I was. I used to bring my grandmother barely legible pages filled with tales of evil unicorns. She told me then that I would be a famous author.
I hope one day to prove her right.
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The Dartmouth Cobras
Blind Pass
Butterfly Style
Cocky Shot
Game Misconduct
Defensive Zone
Breakaway
Offside
Delayed Penalty
Iron Cross
Goal Line
Line Brawl
Also
Deadly Captive
Collateral Damage
The End
Celestial Pets: Evil’s Embrace
Solid Education
Street Smarts
Forbidden Steps
Rosemary Entwined
The Trip
Untamed (Feral Bonds)
Upper Class
Winter’s Wrath Series
Backlash
Diminished
Inversion
Off Beat
Polished (New Rules Trilogy Book1)
Gilded (New Rules Trilogy Book 2)
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