~ ~ Zack ~ ~

Riding down in the elevator. If someone would have told me, I would one day willingly introduce Max's son to a world of kink, I would have told them to cut back on the booze or the coke.

Seriously.

No one in their right mind would entertain the thought of Ellis Jenson in any sort of kinky activity. And I was pretty sure Max hadn't had this in mind when he shipped him over.

Ellis shifted slightly beside me and his shoulder brushed up against mine—a perfectly innocent touch, but it still made my cock twitch.

I was so fucked, it wasn't even funny.

But what was it about Ellis Jenson?

My stomach curled in on itself. I knew what it was, even though I didn't want to think about it. But as I glimpsed at Ellis with his fair five o'clock shadow, it was like looking through a rear-view mirror to the past. The emotional grave I'd rather not visit because no good came from looking back and glancing at Ellis was everything I thought I'd put behind me.

So I had to come up with some kind of plan here. To have him running for the door.

"James told me Risk hasn't been open long," asked Ellis, cutting into the silence.

"That's partly true. The location is new. But Risk has been up and running for several years. I relocated here so the club could branch out. The casino and nightclub and our exclusive members' floor are recent additions."

Ellis would never see the upper area of the exclusive members. Those people had rooms solely for their use. They paid a high price for anonymity and privacy.

"Do you have a sub?" was his next question.

"I'm not committed to one sub. But if I intend to scene more than twice, we sign a contract."

"Contract?"

"Yes. They lay out the terms and limits." I turned to face him. "It's for everyone's safety."

I was not about to discuss my revolving door of subs and swiftly changed subjects. "You are to remember you are a guest here. What you see here. Remains here."

"Hmm, sure."

"I need a better answer than that, Ellis" My tone hardened. "Am I clear?" I was being a prick, but fuck it. This was my club. My life. What I say goes.

He gave me side-eye. "Yeah. Got it. It's fight club." He grinned. "You've seen that movie, right?"

This time I didn't hold back an eye, not that Ellis saw it. "I want you to tell me what you think you know about dominance and submission."

Ellis shrugged. "Just what I've read on the net." I bit back a sigh. "I told you what happened at that party, right?"

I turned to look at him, flicking a brief glance at his mouth. "The graduation party?"

"Yea. That girl, Emma. She told Jason that I'd choked her when we hooked up. I honestly don't remember, must have been off my head. But when I think about it—choking her." He blew out a breath with a little head shake. "It gets me hard. Really fucking hard."

His bluntness was as surprising as it was welcome.

The door opened, and I marched out with Ellis following a step behind. I was proud of my club. Kink clubs—hardcore, bondage, fetish, didn't really matter. I wanted Risk to have its own distinct ambience, a certain aura. I wanted its members to be consumed the moment they stepped inside. I wanted every one of their senses to be heightened, overloaded. Here they could live out their every fantasy.

But if I was to introduce Ellis to this world, he would learn the right way and a lesson was in order. "Kink isn't all about cuffs and collars or bending someone over your lap for a quick spank. Christ, you can pick up fur-lined cuffs and a dildo at Walmart nowadays. What used to be kinky a few years back is almost mainstream now."

Every man and his dog were into kink nowadays.

Walking into one of our open viewing playrooms. The fishbowl we called it. A huge round space which could be viewed from here via booths with black draped tie-backs should one wish for privacy or the second floor via acrylic walls. In the centre was a bed and surrounding it was the usual kink equipment. A St Andrews Cross, spanking benches. The next playroom was our open dungeon but we wouldn't venture there tonight.

Keeping to the outer edges, lowering my voice. "Kink is all about perception. I know because I've been studying it since the first time I slipped my hand inside a pair of panties and got the woman off." Ellis nodded, but his attention was drawn to the few members that were here early in their varying states of undress.

I continued on. "I also studied psychology in undergrad. I have a PHD in Behavioural Health with a focus on gender, sex and deviant behaviours." Flicking my chin up. "The people you see here are all chasing that high—what gets them off, whatever takes them out of themselves."

I gently nudged him, leaning closer. "Worried you might end up naked?" I goaded, the words spoken low in his ear.

He was about to say something when we heard.  "Ah fuck... fuck. You fucking asshole!'

The cry came from a guy bent over a spanking bench. He was being spanked and fucked with a dildo which was almost as thick as my forearm.

I heard Ellis gulp.

"Tell me how much you like that, puppy?" asked the subs dom as he landed another swot and sent the sub up onto the balls of his feet.

"Fuuuuck," was the sub's response as his eyes closed and his whole body convulsed into shudders.

"Look at me Ellis." His head snapped in my direction. "Exchanging power overtly in a sexual relationship is something that takes a huge amount of trust."

He nodded again.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" His blue eyes darted around and the curiosity I saw made my dick stir with anticipation. I fought it back, reminding myself for the umpteenth time he was Max's son. Oh yeah, and straight.

Another sub might be better suited to explain this. I looked around and spotted Andrew. An experienced sub. Andrew was pretty, with long blond hair, He had a muscular, stocky frame. I'd had him under contract for less than a month because the hope in his eyes was painful for me to look at. He wanted more.

Now, he was collared to Master Keith and his wife. So it all worked out well.

I signalled Andrew and he came over. Eyes lowered. "Yes, Sir? How may I serve you?"

"Holy fuck," I heard Ellis mutter with a choked sound. Andrew was naked apart from a thick black collar, leather chest harness and a chastity device.

"Good evening Andrew. Where is Master Keith tonight?" Andrew looked up, his green eyes bright and warm.

"I'm expecting him any moment, Mr Coles." His eyes travelled to Ellis and his lips parted slightly on a paused breath.

"Andrew," firming up my tone. He flinched, returning his eyes back to mine. "Please, if you would explain the relationship between a dom and a sub."

"Yes, Sir." He nodded. "All parties involved must know and understand themselves and the nature of the power exchange. In simple terms, the dominant is driving the car while the submissive navigates. If they do not work in tandem and harmony, it won't work."

"Thank you Andrew. You may go. Enjoy your evening."

Ellis leaned in, keeping his voice low. "Did you see that thing on his dick?"

"Yes. Andrew enjoys the pleasure of denial." Maybe his internet searches hadn't gone beyond kink 'light.'

"What—he asked for that!?"

"It's not about the abuse of power, which is non-consensual at its core, but rather about the illusion of control, a place where a person happily gives and another receives an action. The exchange, as in all exchanges, has to be consensual."

He nodded, but his attention was obviously struggling with what was happening around us.

He made another sound, but I had ideas taking shape. Time to test this. I turned to stand directly in front of him, pleased when he didn't step back. "Are you willing to—" submit. "—Do as I command, Ellis?"

"What?" His head cocked to the side, weighing up my words. "You mean be your sub?"

"No. Not my sub."

His eyes narrowed as if not believing my answer, but then agreed with a shrug. "Yeah, sure."

"Good. Follow me." Heading toward the formal meet and greet lounge, un-collared subs were gathering. I stopped when I spotted a slender brunette discreetly watching me. Her long, smooth legs drew my attention. The black and gold corset she wore covered little. It cinched in her trim waist and highlighted her small breasts beautifully. The black spandex boy shorts were a nice touch too.

Pulling out my phone, I opened up my app that gave me access to the cameras I had inconspicuously placed. The facial recognition software did the rest and her file uploaded to my phone.

Perfect.

Top of her list was sexual dominance and being used by multiple partners. Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I walked toward her and she lowered her head respectively. "Jane."

She looked up in surprise. A flush adorned her cheeks before she quickly dropped her gaze to my feet. "Do you have a scene set-up tonight, Jane?"

Lifting her head. "No, Sir. I've only just arrived." She fidgeted, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Stand still," I barked out, and her spine snapped straight. "I would like to scene with you tonight."

Her eyes practically jumped from their sockets and I heard the gasps of other subs clearly surprised that I was choosing a female sub tonight.

"Yes Sir," she said, her breathing having quickened. "I'd like that." She licked her lips to wet them and then followed it with a drag of her teeth across her lower one before her gaze flicked down, right over my crotch. She would think the bulge in my trousers was her doing. And although I wasn't entirely immune to those big brown eyes and soft full lips, it wasn't her that got my blood pumping.

No. That had everything to do with the man shadowing me.

"Come, Jane." I led them both to my room. No one had access to this one as I punched a code onto a keypad and the door clicked. Turning to Jane. "Before we go inside, I want to remind you that the rules inside this room don't change."

She nodded. "If you feel uncomfortable, or wish to pause the scene, say yellow, if you wish to stop, say red or use your safe-word."

"Yes Sir, I understand."

"Then let us enjoy tonight. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you," she answered with a sweet smile.

My playroom was modelled on my own bedroom in my apartment. The bed: a huge California king baroque in black satin finish. The wall done up in a gothic-y damask wallpaper. The differences were the spanking bench, a rack of my favourite toys and a spreader bar attached to the floor and one above hanging from the ceiling.

Sadly, I didn't venture here often, rarely leaving my office because I was impatient or lacked time.

Inside, I closed the door behind us. Ellis surveyed the room as Jane slipped off her shoes and walked to stand in front of the bed. Spinning around, she fell to her knees. Head up, eyes slightly cast down. Just enough to show deference and not too much that she would miss a silent command.

I heard Ellis muttering under his breath.

Moving toward a small table, I placed down my phone and unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt and rolled them up to the elbows, the quick, brisk motions of a man getting ready for work.

Stalking toward my little sub-girl. "Good girl." I slipped my finger under her chin and raised it. She stared up at me with such devotion on her face. "What is your safe word?"

"Mittens, Sir."

Without looking away from Jane. "Ellis. Come, stand beside me." He moved surprisingly quick. "Did you hear, Jane?" His head bobbed. "Words Ellis."

"Yeah," he said with a bite of snark.

Fuck how I wanted him on his knees. Spank that brattiness right outta him.

"Repeat Jane's safe-word."

"Mittens," he grumbled.

I smiled at Jane. "Rise for me." Gracefully, she rose. Her breathing stuttered when I began to undo each hook and eye on her top, revealing the curve of her perfect small breasts down to her toned stomach. "You are very beautiful, Jane."

Ellis sucked in a breath as she smiled with her flush spreading and eyes dilating.

"Jane, I think Ellis wants to kiss you."

"Hell, y—" started Ellis.

My eyes sharpened on his. "I wasn't talking to you," cutting him off.

I expected him to snap back, but like a compliant sub, Ellis shut his mouth. His supple, wide, perfect-for-cock-sucking mouth.

Fuck. I just had to let my thoughts go there.

He's Max's son. He's not my sub. Not my anything.

Maybe I should be the one heading for the door?

Refocusing my head, my attention returned to Jane. "Kiss him."

She moved toward Ellis, and I stepped away and moved behind her. It's Ellis' reactions I was far more interested in, as apparently I'd changed my mind about scaring him enough to make a beeline for the nearest exit.

Ellis' stared at me, eyes hooded and almost dangerous looking. He's not sure what to expect. Excellent. Just the way I liked it.

He placed his hands on her jaw and pulled her toward him. Their lips locked...but it was almost gentle as his hands moved over her neck, then her shoulders moving down to settle on her waist.

Not what I expected. Definitely not what I wanted.

Interrupting. "Jane. Tell Ellis what you like."

They sprang apart on a gasp. "I like rough play. Rough sex."

"You hear that Ellis? Kiss her again. But this time I want you to wrap your hands around her throat—choke her."

He swallowed whatever doubt he had and placed his hand on her throat, causing Jane to moan.

"Better."

His hands tightened, and I moved positions until I stood behind Ellis, leaning in but careful not to touch him, I said, "Harder, my boy." He stiffened. "Give her what she needs."

Ellis squeezed harder as I walked back around to stand behind Jane. One quick nod from me and this time when he kissed her, he kissed her like he meant it. Devoured her.

Good Boy.

And when he stopped this time, they're both breathless.

"Better, Jane?"

Ellis loosened his grip as she turned her head to me. "Good..." she paused and bit her lip, only this time it wasn't a flirtatious gesture.

"I'm sensing a but, Jane?"

She nodded slowly this time. "I still think he's holding back, Sir."

"Is that so?" My eyes flicked to his. "Are you Ellis?"

His eyebrows crunched as he tried to brush it off. "It kinda feels weird, with you watching, not doing anything."

My eyebrows hiked. "I like to watch, Ellis." That was a lie. I wanted to watch him, no matter it messed with my emotions and made my thoughts even more chaotic.

He looked unsure but held his tongue as I asked Jane. "I wonder if we can get him to let go?" She perked up and smiled. "Help him relax, hmm?"

Jane understood and sank down to her knees and tugged the zipper down. Ellis made a choked sound when she pulled his cock out and wrapped her lips around his head.

"Déjà vu, is it not Ellis?" I smirked, remembering every detail of what he's shared from that party.

Ellis' eyes fluttered as his breath caught and his throat closed around whatever he thought he was about to say and then groaned, moving his hips as she sucked.

"You're not being rough enough, Ellis." I reminded him. "Fuck her face. You won't get her wet until you give her what she wants. That is a doms role. You are here to please the sub just as much as she is here to serve you. Remember that, boy."

Ellis's eyes hardened, anger making them flash, his stubbornness peeking its head above his pleasure.

But then his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he licked across his lips.

Great, now I was looking at his mouth again.

Ellis dug his hands into her hair and forced her down a little, a smile erupting when she gagged.

Whether Ellis was a sub remained to unfold, but it was pretty fucking clear, he had a basic need to please.

I smiled too. And he did it again, punching his hips until she gagged even louder, spit dribbling from the side of her mouth. He did it again, and again, each time a little harder.

It wouldn't be long before he was spilling down her throat... unless.

"Stop." The command was simple, automatic. Second nature.

And this time when our eyes met he looked frustrated, it was knotted in his shoulders and clenched tightly in his jaw. Good.

He let go of her head and she popped off his dick, and looked at me with an aroused-laced smile.

With a silent command, she crawled toward me. "Choke yourself on my cock." Her small hands made quick work of freeing my cock, which wasn't even fully hard. "I want you to cry sweet tears for me."

I looked at Ellis. "Jane, do you think I should allow Ellis to watch?"

"Whatever pleases you, Sir."

Damn straight.

Ellis' top lip curled up slightly, it was a clear 'fuck you.'

"You can watch, Ellis, but I want to see you jerk off for me." I emphasised the for me. "But!" I held up a finger. "You cannot come until I give permission."

My dick became fully hard at the thought of holding his pleasure in my hands. Ellis didn't look too happy with his shoulders bunching again.

Jane wrapped her small hand around the base of my cock and sucked as much down as she could, gagging herself.

I watched Ellis. His fists clenched together and the muscle in his jaw ticked. One. Twice.

I wasn't sure why this command brought out his anger. It wasn't like I'd asked him to suck my dick. Interesting.

But then the fight with himself stopped. Just fucking stopped.

And that one simple action made me want him. Made me crave the impossible.

"You will be punished," I said, disregarding the idea quickly and kept my facial expression neutral. "If you come without my permission."

Ellis took a firm hold of his dick and started jerking in rapid tugs. Pissed off, he kept his eyes on me, with his nostrils flaring as his lips parted slightly.

And it was that look right there that made my dick throb.

I tried not to watch his hand movements, focusing only on his face. The way he was staring at me. Fuck. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was desire in his eyes. Like something he didn't know he wanted until now.

A sentiment I was familiar with.

Sweat broke across his forehead as his breaths quickened. "Fuck...fuck, I can't." His head dropped back and the low growl he made in the back of his throat had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up as cum spilled out over his fingers.

What a shame. For Ellis. Not me. A smile spread across my face.

"Stop, Jane." She popped off my dick, leaving a string of spit tethering us together. "It looks like I have a punishment to deal with."

Lifting my eyes to Ellis, and about to speak when the sound of my mobile phone cut me off. Saved by the bell... or ringtone. Fixing my dick back into my trousers, I walked over to the table and flipped over my phone.

Fuck. My plans changed when I saw who was calling me.

"Yes," I answered, already dreading where this would lead. I listened and asked. "Where?" I nodded, listening whilst Ellis shoved his dick back inside his pants. "Thank you, Mr Davies. I'm on my way."

Shoving my phone into my pocket, I walked back to Jane and lifted her chin. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but sadly, we cannot continue our scene tonight." Her shoulder dropped a fraction. "There is water and chocolate in the refrigerator through that door." I pointed to the far corner of my room. "And when you are ready, you can return to the lounge."

I lifted my eyes to Ellis. "I have to be somewhere. Head upstairs to the apartment."

"Can't I stay here with her?" His head flicked toward Jane.

"No." My answer was razor sharp.

I went to walk past him, but he caught my wrist and then let it go just as quickly. "Sorry," he said and asked, "can I come—with you?"

His question caught me off guard and without thinking, I lifted his hand and brought his thumb to my mouth and flicked out my tongue to taste his cum.

Ellis' mouth formed a surprised O and he double blinked as if he'd just imagined it and I was about to say no, but something stopped me. "Fine. Wash up quickly and then I need you do exactly as I say. Understand."

"Got it, Sir..." His cheeks flamed when he realised what he'd said.

And that simple word would have tested my self-control if I hadn't been worried about Sasha.