††  Ellis  ††

Almost tripping over my feet, I came to an abrupt halt exiting Heathrow Airport.

Nah... it couldn't be?

And with heat rising in my chest and my stomach worming its way up my throat, I double blinked.

Phew. Thank fuck, it wasn't him. The air spilled out of my lungs and my heart slipped out of arrhythmia territory.

Who had I thought I'd just seen?

Jason fucking Bents.

Huffing out a breath, I looked around me. Of course he would't be here, but the man had messed with my head since... blinking away the memory, I wished it could scrubbed it from existence. 

...You suck my dick.

Ugh. Was mind bleach a thing?

Still, what was more worrying every damn time I replayed those words, it got me rock hard.

Adjusting my jeans, it was pretty damn obvious what I needed to do... find myself some sweet pussy.

Holding my suitcase tightly I adjusted my backpack on my shoulder and headed towards the first cab in a long line. Twenty minutes later, I was in the backseat, looking out at the grey clouds and trying not to yawn. Any minute now, the sky was gonna open and shit all over everyone.

They had warned me about the British weather, and supposedly this was Summer?

Fucking hell.

I should have packed a few sweaters. Or should I call them jumpers?

Shaking my head at the craziness of it all, I shifted my attention back to the passing scenery. London wasn't how I pictured it, although to be fair, I'd never thought I would be here.

The cab driver asked. "Is it your first time in London, mate?" Even though it wasn't phrased as a question.

"That obvious, huh?"  He didn't answer as another driver distracted him by almost taking the front end of his bonnet off when he cut in front, eliciting a rush of colourful language. It seemed no matter where you went in the world; it was full of shit drivers.

But he wasn't wrong. After I'd gotten over the shock of my dad dropping the bomb that I was working over the summer. My anger switched to curiosity, and not the sort that got you killed.

This could be a good thing?

Not the working part, obviously. I mean, who wanted to spend most of their waking hours working? Not me, that's for damn sure.

But it was where he said I'd be working.

Risk.

A club owned by one of his closest friends, Zackary Coles.

And not just any club. A kink club. Which until last week, it had never entered my head that I might be into kink. And no, I wasn't talking about what Jason Bents was offering. That was all kinds of wrong.

Me on my knees? That shit wasn't happening. Ever.

No. It was the idea of being a dominant, or rather, a Dom.

I easily saw myself as a Christian Grey. Yeah, I would admit to sneaking a look at my sister's Kindle and I might have read a few chapters of some shit called Fifty Shades.

Okay, I read the whole thing.

Seemed like I wasn't the only one in the family into kink. Not that I wanted to picture my sister on her knees—naked.

A shudder ran through me.  But since the lid on Pandora's box had been well and truly blown off, yeah. I could see myself having my very own... submissive or pet.

My dick twitched in agreement.

"You here for a holiday?" The driver interrupted my inner musings.

"Hmhmm," absently replying. London had never been on my top ten places to visit. And right before I left to catch my plane, my grandfather had sat me down, telling me his mother had come from Britain and there were a few things to keep in mind.

First up, I shouldn't mention how shit the weather was. Looking up at the sky again. Yeah, that pretty much spoke for itself.

And I definitely shouldn't say they'd all be speaking German if it wasn't for us.

Didn't have a clue what that meant? But he'd said it was something to do with the war—World-war two.

Did people still talk about the war?

But then he clapped a firm hand on my back and told me not to fuck up and embarrass the family.

He'd said... the family, like we were part of the mafia.

As we arrived at Risk, a woman with legs that didn't quit greeted me.

And was that a skirt? I had thicker belts.

Not that I was complaining because she was hotter than death valley, and her perusal of me had those green eyes of hers twinkling. Yeah, she liked what she saw.

Working here definitely came with perks.

A guy popped up from nowhere. Harvey something, and took my suitcase and backpack. He told me I would live with Zack in his apartment. Apparently, he lived here at the club. Interesting.

I'd not seen Zack for years. Dad usually visited him or he'd vanish with him and Ryan, their other best friend in their little trio. My mom used to call them the trouble triplets.

Inside the club, which was nothing like I'd pictured. They introduced me to another guy called Jon; he was head of their security? Or at least that's what I thought he said. He lacked any discernible social skills, and so far he'd grunted twice and growled once.

I had to bite down on my snarky attitude because he looked like he could murder you with his eyebrows, which looked more like a unibrow. I wasn't shittin' you. They were so thick, you could hide a pistol in there. Additionally, he had a shaved head that made him look like they had recently released him from prison, and he also had a faint Russian accent?

And you didn't mess with those fuckers. Crazy—the lot of them.

I almost ran into the back of him when he stopped and I turned to see what had caught his attention.

Holy-fuck!

If I thought forever legs on the door was hot?  Then walking toward me was the sexiest woman I'd ever set eyes on. She walked with a sway to her hips that screamed hold on for the ride of your life boys... she could ride me any day of the week... twice.

Fuck, she could be Halle Berry's daughter.

And those lips. Were they real? Lips made for sucking cock—hopefully mine.

"Hey Jon." Jon tipped his head at her. Ah, was she American, or maybe Canadian?

Her brown eyes, defiant and intense, travelled to me. "So, who is this bundle of cuteness?" she asked him.

I wasn't missing this opportunity as you only got one chance to make a first impression... unless there's a sequel.  I jumped in and cut him off. "Ellis Jenson." Standing a little taller, puffing my chest out, and this close, my eyes dipped to check out her amazing tits. The top she had on barely allowed for breathing space and it showcased them perfectly. My mouth actually watered.

"Well, Ellis Jenson." I heard her say. "Last time I looked, my tits don't have eyes."

Dayum. But she'd already caught me checking her out, so I took my time lifting my eyes to meet her amused ones.

"What brings you over from the States?" she asked.

Hitching a shoulder, I would play this cool. "Working here—just for the summer."

Those plump lips parted to flash her perfectly straight teeth. "Welcome to candy-land. I'm just about to head up to see Zack. Why don't you let Jon show you around the place and I'm sure Zack will come find you when he's ready."

"Sure," I said and I couldn't help but ask and hope. "Will I be seeing more of you?" preferably naked and even better on her knees, begging for my dick.

Since last week, that was the image I'd jacked off to everyday, although the women on their knees faces changed... but tonight, well, she would have a starring role.

Again, she didn't look offended and flashed me another smile. "Trust me, cutie, you couldn't handle me."

Jon rolled his eyes. "C'mon kid," he grouched.

I hated anyone calling me kid.

Gritting my teeth, I was about to follow. "Wait!" she said, and I turned back to watch her sink her teeth into her bottom lip and didn't my dick like that. She crooked her finger and my feet moved toward her. Her hand was searing as it pressed over my chest. No doubt she would feel the jump in my heartbeat.

Jon chuckled, but I didn't pay him any attention as her cheek rubbed up against mine before heat washed up the back of my neck when her lips brushed my ear. "I've got a ten-inch pink dildo with your name written all over it." Holy Fuck. And when she bit into the fleshy part of my ear, my dick was fully hard, and I gulped. "Come and find me when you're ready to lick the ground I walk on."

Well, this was a first for me and I must have looked like some kind of cartoon character with my jaw swinging.

"Toodles!" she said, lifting her finger under my chin to shut my mouth. "Take good care of him, Jon," were her parting words as I watched her ass, and let me tell you, that ass could win an Oscar.

Although she was messing with me about the pink dildo and licking the ground, right? But weirdly, I was torn between being turned on and mortified.

"Don't even think of playing with fire kid," he muttered and almost looked amused. Or constipated? I couldn't be sure.

An easy smile spread across my face. "Hey, I gave her a lady-boner. She clearly wanted me."

He grunted something, but I was pretty sure she'd just lit a fire inside me. "Who is she?" I asked when he started walking off and I had to catch up.

"Ivy Simcox. Works in management and she's one of the newer Domme's here."

A Domme eh? From my extensive internet searches on the plane ride over, I knew what a Domme was.

And that's what she liked to do—get guys to lick the ground she walked on...and bend over?

Nothing was going anywhere near my back-door. Yeah, I wouldn't say no to burying my dick in her ass. Hell, I'd shove my dick so far inside her it would feel like I was rearranging her guts.

And my dick was back to being fully hard. Shit. I would need to control this and all future erections, I couldn't be walking around with a permanent stamp from my zipper.

Twenty minutes later, Jon parked me in some kind of lounge—which was empty and told me not to move and someone would come and find me.

Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I sat there and played a few games, passing the time until I heard...

"Ellis Jenson."

I recognised his voice from memory and my head lifted to stare at the face matched to the voice.

Zackary Coles.

"Fuck. You've grown," he said and laughed in a rich, deep way that hummed from his chest. He dropped the scowl he was wearing and slightly lifted the corner of his mouth.

Was that a smile?  I remembered my dad telling him to work on his smile, saying it would make him look less like the devil.

But the devil wasn't in that man's smile, it was in his dark-eyes. They looked black from a distance. But as he strode toward me, authority was all over him. And yeah, as guys go, he was attractive and not just in the kind of good-looking that you see everyday.

Nah. This guy commanded people stop and stare.

Just like I was.

Shit. I snapped myself out of it.

"How long has it been?" he asked, now close enough that I could smell his cologne. It was subtle. Nice. I liked it.

Hitching my shoulder. "Err, a while?"

"But you remember me, right?"

Yeah, I realised I was standing with my mouth wide open. How could anyone forget this man?

From what little interaction I remembered. He always seemed to fill a room without saying a word. Intimidating. Yeah, as a kid, he seemed really fucking intimidating.

And now, even more so with his dark hair, longer at the top and swept effortlessly away from his face, and shorter on the sides and back. In an Italian suit, most likely tailored and costing more than the contents of my entire suitcase. 

Shit. I hadn't even thought to fetch a suit? "Yea, course I remember you."

"How was the trip over?" He extended his hand, and I blinked before reaching out to shake it. After the handshake he folded his arms in front of him, propelling his shoulders back and forcing his broad chest out.

It was a power stance, and I did my best to match him.

I could easily picture him as a Dom. He had that same vibe about him that Jason did.

Could he teach me to be one?

"Ellis?"

Shit, had he asked me a question? Oh yeah. "Yeah. Flight was on time, no hassle with missing baggage or anything." I nodded. "S-so what do you have planned for me? Y'know working here. What am I doing for y-you?"

Why was I stuttering? Idiot.

Before he answered, he touched my elbow and gestured toward the elevators. "C'mon, we can talk in my office before you meet James."

Who? I didn't ask and followed and inside the lift he asked. "Jon showed you around?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Yeah, that's it? Nothing else you want to say?"

"I'm not sure." It was nothing like I'd seen in any of my searches.

There was that heavy chuckle of his again. "Not what you were expecting, eh?"

I shook my head. "No. I guess I thought there would be a dungeon or something. Chains on walls."

"Oh, we have dungeons and chains too." Out of the lift, I followed him into his office.  "Close the door, Ellis."

Shutting it behind me, I took stock of his office.  Nice. 

Zack inclined his head. "Sit there." 

There were three chairs I could sit on. But I made my way toward the one he'd pointed at.

"Drink?" he offered.

"Nah, I'm good, thanks."

He reached inside a small refrigerator and pulled out a bottled water and picking up a glass he placed them on the desk in front of me.  "Drink, Ellis. You will be dehydrated from your flight."

Was he always this bossy?  Resisting an eye-roll, I picked up the water and unscrewed the lid, pouring it into the glass.  

He watched me for a second and I drank it down. He then slipped off his suit jacket and unclipped the cuffs of his shirt. All the while, he frowned, as if he couldn't figure something out. A small hmph sound, which I almost missed, came from his direction before he sat in his high-back leather chair.

"To answer your question regarding work?" His heavy stare landed on my face as he scrutinised me, and I realised this was probably really weird for him. I mean, the last time I saw him, I was what? Fourteen? And most likely he thought of me as a whiny brat of a kid. 

"James, my manager, has been nagging me for an assistant."

Okay. Assist with what?   Was on the tip of my tongue, but I kept my mouth shut and waited for him to continue.

"I'm sure he will have some admin stuff." He waved his hand around. "Or other stuff he can get you working on."

Oh. Why did that sound... disappointing?

He read my face. "You look disappointed, Ellis?"

I laughed, feeling like an idiot thinking it would be something to do with the sex part of the club, but I tried to hide it. "Not disappointed, just..." my voice trailed off with a shrug.

One eyebrow arched in question. "What? You thought I'd set you loose in my club?"

Shaking my head, and instead of speaking the truth, I asked. "Why open a kink club?"

"Clubs," he corrected and yeah, my dad had said he had a chain of them worldwide. "Why not?" He leaned back in his chair. "And its not only a playground for those into the lifestyle."

Lifestyle. This was interesting, and I sat up, letting my eyes linger on the golden tan skin of his arm under the white button-up shirt now rolled up to the elbows.

"There's a nightclub and casino." Again, the intensity of his eyes levelled me, making me want to squirm. "That, and I get bored easily, and here, in this world, variety keeps it interesting."

"Yeah, I do too, get bored" and hastily added, "ever since I was a kid."

"Well, you're not a kid anymore," he said like it was an observation, but there was something about the way he looked at me, as if he was sizing me up, and this time I did fidget under his stare. "Your dad mentioned you graduated."

My smile faded and I let out a heavy sigh. "I'll be honest. Still not sure how it happened. Hated college."

He nodded. "It's not for everyone."

And before we could talk some more, some guy burst in.

"Sorry, Zack. I got caught up in a staffing issue," he announced and turned his smile on me and then it dropped a little. "Hi. You must be Ellis Jenson, right?"

"Ellis. This is James Charles," introduced Zack. "James here, makes my life so much easier."

I shook James' offered hand as his cheeks flushed pink and the tips of his ears went the same colour with Zack's compliment. "Ignore whatever Zack says about me. He could manage perfectly well without me."

"You guys can chat," Zack said while grabbing an iPad from his drawer. He then looked at James, who seemed to be admiring Zack, looking at him like he hung the moon or some other corny shit you read in books. "Show him up to my apartment when you're done."

"Ellis—" he started but his attention was on his iPad, swiping through what looked like a calendar "—When you're settled." -another swipe- "Come find me. I should be free around ten."

Ten at night?  "Sure thing," and added with a smirk. "Boss."

His head lifted and I couldn't figure out what his expression was trying to tell me but when his lips slanted with amusement and muttered. "I prefer, Sir, Ellis." My brain stuttered and before I toss back a smart-ass comeback, his phone rang and he answered it.

I only had one thought. Fuck.