Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 4748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 19(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 4748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 19(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
*This spicy quick read contains no angst, but lots of steam and love. It features a BDSM relationship between two perfectly paired hunks.
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Anderson
My heart thumped wildly as I pulled the small black bag from my backseat. I gripped its straps and closed the car door, before hearing it lock with a honk.
I kept my steps measured and steady, not wanting to appear too eager or to draw attention as I neared the unmarked building. It was the city's best kept secret; only its members knew of its existence.
When I reached the plain metal door, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a key fob, which I touched to a small black square next to the door. The box beeped, and the door unlocked. I took a deep breath to rein in my excitement and entered, allowing the door to close behind me, and hearing the lock engage again.
In front of me stretched a hallway containing only two doors. I knew very well what each one held, and pushed open the door closest to me, stepping into a room lined with lockers and short wooden benches.
I was surprised to find that the room was empty; there were usually at least a handful of men preparing to go into the club, but tonight, I was all alone.
I placed my bag on the bench and typed in a code to open my reserved locker. As I stripped off my suit jacket and tie, both excitement and relief coursed through me. At work, I was in charge of big accounts, large sums of money, and peoples' futures. But here, I could let go, and let someone else take charge.
I hung my suit neatly in my locker, placing my shiny dress shoes beneath it. It was freeing to be out of my work clothes, standing there nude in the cool room, but that wasn't how I would enter the club.
I unzipped my bag and lifted out a black leather harness. Master liked me in leather. I tucked my arms through the holes and buckled the straps over my shoulders, pulling them snug but not too tight, making sure they were still comfortable.
I swallowed hard and pulled out the last piece of my wardrobe; a matching black leather jock strap. Normally when I came to the club, I wore tight shorts or even a pair of high-cut briefs, keeping myself somewhat covered, but Master had given me clear instructions on what to wear tonight.
I stepped into the jock and pulled it up my legs, cupping my cock and balls in the supple leather, and framing my juicy ass with the straps. My body was medium build, with a little more padding than I'd like to carry around, but I would never complain about my thick cheeks, and neither would Master. He often told me how much he loves them, and I wanted to please him.
I checked the time on my cell phone before placing it in my locker, as they were strictly forbidden inside the club. It was ten after six, so I still had a few minutes to spare. I shut my locker and walked over to the mirror on the wall to give myself one final once-over.
I combed my fingers through my thick black beard, making sure not a single hair was out of place. I didn’t have to worry about that when it came to my bald head. But what I lacked on my scalp, I made up for on my face and body; my torso was covered with wiry hair, along with an eagle tattoo that spanned across my shoulder.
I looked similar to many of the Masters who frequented the club; big, hairy, and commanding. A few weeks ago, I’d even been approached by a sub who was new to the scene. Of course I quickly shut him down, but pointed him in the direction of a willing Dom. The two of them were still going strong. As for me, I only had eyes for my Master. He gave me everything I needed and more.
I glanced at the ticking clock on the wall; it was 6:15, the exact time Master told me to arrive. So, I hurried out the door and down the hall. When I pushed into the second room, it was a much different scene.