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.That house sub wasn't an innocent; he should have expecteda good flogging with your reputation." Rafe slapped Nash on the back."It's freezing outhere.Come downstairs, and I'll buy you a drink."At the bottom of the steps, the comforting scent of wax and leather, laced withthe enticing aroma of musky, male sweat, wafted over Nash.The owner of the club, RioKnight, met them at the VIP section of the polished mahogany bar.Nash shrugged outof his long, leather coat and threw it to a house sub.He met Rio's disgruntled gaze."I'mnot banned again, am I? Not when Rafe has just returned from overseas we have someserious ass to claim.""Four house subs have fled in a week, Nash.At this rate, we'll need to put addsin the newspapers for replacements." Rio balled his fists on his hips."I think it's timeyou put a collar on your own sub."Nash took a toothpick from a jar on the bar and pushed it between his lips.Hestraightened his shoulders and glared at Rio."Fuck, that's worse than getting married.I'll flog and fuck who I chose when I chose.""Sure." Rio growled, turned, and strode away.Two seconds later he was back inNash's face.He glared."But keep your hands off the subs for the auction."With a grin, Nash met his gaze.Rio intimidated most members of Floggers butnot him or Rafe."I hope you've got some pretty boys this year." He grimaced."I'mgetting bored with the ugly ass around here.""I put a notice up in Handcuffs and Whips two weeks ago." Rio gave him a slowsmile."I'm looking for a new sub too.There's a group giving us the once over tonight."He turned to go."Try not to spoil Christmas again this year."With a sigh, Nash removed the toothpick and stabbed it into the ashtray.Hereached for the bottle of bourbon on the bar and poured himself a drink.He threw itback and poured another.Yeah, yeah rave on.He turned to speak to Rafe.His friend wasstaring at a delicious sub, who was dancing slowly, obviously lost in a world of hisown.He nudged his friend."Nice but unobtainable.""I'm working on it." Rafe turned back to the bar."Fresh meat at two o'clock."Nash ran his gaze over the group of four men removing their coats in the foyer.Three were definitely subs cropped hair and wearing plenty of metal.The groupmoved into the bar and paused as if undecided where to go.Nash's gaze slid over thefourth man young, barely legal, with a slight build just the way he liked his subs.Brown hair with gold highlights curled around a cherubic face.A long, gold earringhung from one ear.Damn, the man had big, brown eyes and those long, dominate melashes.Nash whistled."It must be Christmas.My sac's full, and I just found Santa's littlehelper."Turning around, Nash leaned his elbows on the bar to get a better view.Thegroup moved to a table beside the dance floor.The sweet sub wore jeans low on hiships.He snorted.To wear jeans in Floggers was almost heresy.Two buttons undone atthe fly showed the top of the man's white boxers and a flat, smooth, hairless stomach.Nice."The young one is mine."The man's black leather vest hung open to display an expanse of honey skinpulled tight over muscle.As the newcomer moved, Nash caught sight of his delicious,flat, bitable nipples.Nash groaned.His cock ached.I'll fuck you till you scream.The manhad that smooth, silken, tanned skin that drove Nash crazy.He wore no metal, no rings,nothing but the gold sparkling in his ear.The sub glanced around furtively.An innocent.Nash's mouth watered."I think just I blew in my fucking pants.""Oh, that's a sweet sub." Rafe laughed."You'll break him in half."With a snort, Nash pushed away from the bar and stared intently at the youngman across the room."That's the idea."Paul Martin's gaze swept the room.The booths at the end of the bar wereobviously for the VIPs.He swallowed; the two massive doms at the bar were watchinghim closely.Quickly averting his gaze, Paul sat down at the table.A house sub slippedinto the seat beside him.Paul glanced at the man and extended his hand."Hi, PaulMartin.""Jackson." He waved a hand toward the bar."The dom eyeballing you is NashMage.Unless you like it rough, keep away from him." Jackson rested his hand on Paul'sthigh.Paul flicked a glance at Nash, then turned his attention to Jackson.He pushed theman's warm hand from his leg."I'm not sure what I want."The pull of awareness from the dom at the bar was magnetic.Paul turned in hisseat.Nash met his gaze with a look hot enough to fry eggs, and then moved across theroom toward him.With his heart threatening to burst from his chest, Paul met thedetermined look in Nash's midnight blue eyes.Fuck, he wants to ride me to hell.Nash stood six-five, and fuck was he built.Long hair hung to his shoulders likeblack water [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]