“You touch him again, and I’ll break every bone in your hand.” Gray had easily stopped the man who grabbed Scottie’s arse when they’d walked past him in the hallway. “You never touch anyone without their permission. Ever. And I don’t mean their Dominant’s permission, either. You don’t touch a submissive without their saying yes. Why the hell are you in a bondage club if you can’t even understand the basics? Fuckstick.”

“I agree.” Leo joined them with a bouncer on either side of him. “He won’t be back.”

Leaving the club owner and employees to handle the situation, Gray continued down the hall toward the Main Course. Scottie’s arse on display drew him in like a bear to honey. He had to make his mark on his submissive before the night ended.

First, though, Gray wanted to check in with Scottie—and calm down. He preferred a clear head when planning more complex play. It was also why their drinks all evening had been non-alcoholic.

“Check fire.” Gray eased Scottie into an alcove off to the side. “You all right?”

“Fine.” Scottie glared over his shoulder toward where the misbehaving man had been dragged off. “I’d like to kick his arse.”

“Thanks for trusting me to handle him. It took strength not to break his balls when he grabbed you.” Gray had actually expected Scottie to tackle the man and pummel him to the ground. “Do you want to continue or are you done with being exposed for the evening?”

It would be disappointing if their night ended so soon, but understandable. Gray waited while Scottie thought it over. He tried to keep his hands and his eyes off his submissive to avoid temptation.

“As you were.”

“Good boy.” Gray decided to continue on with his original plan. Sometimes punishment is the best reward. “Time to strap you up to the cross.”

The Main Course was broken up into a series of individual rooms that had large picture windows. A voyeur’s paradise. Gray fully intended to enjoy having his submissive on display. He guided them straight to the door with the red cross on it.

Stark black paint covered the walls inside, contrasting against a lush red sofa and burgundy floor. A tall wooden chest on their right stood open to reveal an array of toys, spanking implements, and other necessities for play. He knew from previous visits that everything in the room was sterilised after each use, including the furniture.

Safety first.

Hooking his finger into the ring at the base of Scottie’s throat, Gray dragged him close enough to capture his lips in a kiss. His other hand strayed over his sub’s exposed skin. A low moan from his submissive had Gray drawing back with a smirk.

Time for restraint.

With a practised ease, Gray placed Scottie against the slats of the cross. He spread and secured his arms and then his legs. With his submissive safely secured, his attention turned to perusing the various instruments of pain and pleasure to find the perfect one to begin the session.

Checking first to ensure none of the bindings was too tight, Gray made certain Scottie was still clear to continue. He intended to continue to monitor the situation carefully regardless. A submissive could change their mind in the blink of an eye and a good Dominant, in his opinion, was always prepared to adjust accordingly.

Time for fun.

After placing a ball gag in Scottie’s mouth under his mask, Gray left it unstrapped and told him to drop the gag if he wanted to call things to a halt at any point. A quick look over his shoulder showed a small audience already gathered for the show. He resisted the urge to yank the curtains closed.

Focus on your target, Baird, not a bout of jealousy, no matter how unusual it is.

Taking up one of the floggers, Gray grazed the handle of it along Scottie’s inner thigh, up one side and down the other. The gentle touches lulled his submissive into slowly relaxing into his restraints. He continued on for several minutes, prolonging their anticipation.

With a deft flick, Gray used the flogger to deliver a few gentle touches to his upper thighs before moving higher. He expertly aimed his hits to avoid any sensitive spots that might cause damage. His first round created a beautiful row of crisscrossed lines along Scottie’s arse.

Setting aside the flogger, Gray’s attention shifted to the large array of vibrators. He selected a decent-sized plug and slid a condom over it before lubing it up. Scottie moaned as loudly as the gag would allow when the toy was eased slowly into him.

Why rush when slow movements torture him far more?

With a wicked chuckle, Gray flipped the switch on the base of the plug to turn on the vibration. Though slender, the vibrator was long enough to provide almost constant stimulation to just the right spot inside of Scottie. He had no doubt his submissive would beg for release soon enough.

He’ll do it so nicely.

Gray stepped up to press his body flush against Scottie’s. His hard cock rubbed ruthlessly against the base of the plug. “All those men watching would kill to be in here with you. Big, strong, alpha male submissive, tied up and at their mercy. But they can’t, can they? You’re fucking mine, kitten. I’m going to make sure that they—and you—have no doubts about it.”

Scottie bucked as far as the restraint allowed. The gag prevented any other response. It became clear quickly that he was attempting to grind himself against Gray’s cock.

“Good boy.” Gray bit down on his neck, sucking hard to leave a mark. Another reminder. “I’m proud of you, kitten.”

For the next twenty minutes, Gray teased and tormented Scottie. He used the flogger and a special paddle that contained both a soft side and a hard leather one, all the while watching his submissive’s reactions carefully. In one session, he learned a great deal of how to set up their future play.

Crops were definitely out. Scottie had tensed up immediately and not in a good way. Gray had enough experience with submissives to tell even without verbal cues when something wasn’t enjoyable.

The paddle turned out to be a revelation. Scottie’s muffled groans and constrained movements bordered on desperate with each alternate hard and soft swat. Perfection. Gray made a mental note to ask Leo where to get one for his own collection.

Once Scottie’s arse was well and truly pinkened, Gray brought the session to a close. He stroked his fingers along the trembling skin gently to bring him down, easing the plug out and dropping it into a nearby basket reserved for used toys. The floggers, paddle, crop, and gag went into it as well, and he yanked the curtains shut.

Show fucking over.

“Easy, kitten.” Gray spoke soothingly to his submissive while releasing him from the restraints. His fingers massaged Scottie’s arms and legs to avoid any potential cramping. He grabbed a nearby bottle of water. “Let’s get some liquid in you.”

Aware that Scottie had to be dying to come, Gray led him from the room. They found one of the viewing booths unoccupied and ducked inside it.

Taking a seat, Gray guided Scottie to stand next to him. He reached inside the jockstrap to release his submissive’s cock from the ring. His fingers stroked firmly while they watched the couple through the window.

Ahh, Leo and Dimas. I haven’t seen one of their sessions in a long while.

“Come for me, kitten,” Gray ordered.

Continuing to voice his encouragement, Gray drove his submissive to completion. Scottie wavered on his feet with the power of his climax. Gray put an arm around his waist to keep him from collapsing.

His experience told him Scottie was teetering into sub drop. He’d already begun to shiver. Wiping his hand clean on the jockstrap, Gray led Scottie quickly through the club and back to their private room.

Once Gray had wiped both of them clean with a damp rag, he wrapped Scottie up in a blanket on the large sofa. Two blankets, actually, massive bastard. He’d caught the attention of a waiter to order chocolate, a sandwich tray, and hot tea. They sat in silence for several minutes.

Aftercare was as important as any other aspect of the Dominant-submissive relationship. Scottie slowly came back to himself. He glowered at Gray around the large piece of chocolate in his mouth.

Gray waited until he stopped shivering, and his colour had returned to normal. “The drop of adrenaline and the endorphin rush can be a real fucking pain to deal with.”

“Tired.” Scottie dropped his head back against the couch. “Mind getting my clothes from the safe?”

“How’s your arse?”

“Fuck off.”

Gray couldn’t help chuckling as he got to his feet to open the safe. “I’m serious. If you’re sore, there’s a cream for it.”

“You can kiss my arse. How about that?” Scottie grabbed his clothes from Gray, checking his pockets when his mobile started to buzz. His face paled for a second time when he looked at it. “Fuck.”

Gray paused in changing out of the leather gear to his own trousers and shirt. “Scottie? What’s wrong?”

“Silus rushed my dad to the hospital.” Scottie dropped his phone on the couch and rubbed his eyes roughly with his fingers. “Fuck.”

“Easy, kitten.” Gray dressed quickly, knowing they’d be going to the hospital. “Get your clothes on. I’ll drive while you do some of that weird-ass breathing they taught you.”

“Gray.”

He knelt in front of Scottie with his hands resting on his knees. “Can’t tell you it’s going to be all right. He’s dying. He was a fucking bastard to you, but it won’t make it easier.”

“Great pep talk. Did you learn that in the Marines?” Scottie set the cup of tea aside with a preciseness that made Gray wonder if he’d actually wanted to fling it against the wall. “What am I going to do?”

“Get dressed. Go to the hospital. Be there for your brother who is probably as confused as you are.” Gray had no doubt Silus was tearing himself up inside. The youngster didn’t have the hard edge that Scottie had built up over the years. “And I’ll be here to make sure you don’t fall apart.”

“Why?” Scottie stared suspiciously at him.

“This? Between us? It’s not a once-in-a-while getting a good fuck. It’s a relationship. Maybe it’s not one others understand, but it’s just as deep as any other romance.” Gray squeezed his hands around Scottie’s knees. “You sure you don’t want some cream? Hospital chairs are hard as hell.”

“You’re a right bastard.” Scottie flipped him off and grabbed his trousers. He stood up, holding the jeans in his hand. “Fine. Where’s the cream?”