Collaring Chaz (Dante's Infernal #2) - Joel Abernathy Page 0,23
comment, I was way too happy I was being rescued to care. When I turned around and saw Rafael, I was too dumbfounded to care about much of anything. He was wearing a white button-down shirt, black vest, and blood red tie I wanted bound around my wrists while he fucked me senseless. I’d expected him to be wearing the typical leather bondage shit we all wore on stage--well, everyone except Cash, who could just Hulk smash anyone who tried to make him wear something he didn’t want to--but this was new. He was always unfairly gorgeous, but somehow, the sight of him in a suit just shattered my brain into a million tiny pieces.
Holy fuck, I thought to myself.
Oh. Wait, scratch that. The amusement glimmering in Raf’s dark eyes told me I had actually said that out loud.
Super duper smooth.
In any case, the blond guy had completely disappeared from my mind until he spoke, jarring me out of the glassy-eyed stupor I had fallen into.
“Oh, does he belong to you?” the blond asked, his voice dripping with derision. “My apologies.”
Rafael’s expression didn’t shift, but he pulled me back by one of the chains hanging off my belt and draped an arm over my shoulders. The possessive gesture just turned the shattered pieces of my mind into mush, and all I could do was stare up at him in a daze.
“He does,” Raf answered, because apparently, the goal of the evening wasn’t to dominate or fuck me, it was to stop my heart dead before we even got into the play room. “Problem?”
“Not at all,” the blond sneered. He looked at me again, his eyes running me up and down with a predatory gleam. Usually, it was horny college girls in the audience undressing me with their eyes, and I liked this way, way less. “Enjoy your evening, little rabbit.”
He turned and walked off, presumably to go harass some other clueless schmuck, since that was obviously his type.
“What was that about?” I finally asked, turning back to Raf when I trusted myself to keep my tongue in my mouth.
“Just an asshole,” he muttered. “It’s my fault for leaving you alone looking like this.”
My face warmed immediately, and I had no choice but to look away, which was probably for the best. “I didn’t know it was a red tie affair.”
“Dress codes for subs are different,” he answered, looking me over the same way the blond man had, but to dramatically different effect. “You won’t be wearing those for long anyway.”
“You can’t say shit like that to me in a vest,” I mumbled.
He just laughed and led me out of the lobby toward a more secluded wing of the club. Or it seemed secluded until the sounds of leather striking flesh alerted me to the open area where a guy built like a linebacker was strapped to some weird piece of furniture with a ball gag in his mouth as a lean, androgynous person in a black patent leather catsuit whipped him raw.
I gulped, but Raf said nothing and kept walking until we reached a long hallway that looked more like a hotel than a club, with rooms on both sides. He stopped at one and took out a card, pressing it to the black pad on the door. It chirped, and a green light flashed before I heard the lock click and he stepped inside.
As I followed him in, I realized the room was way bigger than I’d expected. It was basically a luxury studio apartment, only instead of normal furniture and appliances, there was sex stuff everywhere. I wasn’t sure what the hell you would call most of it, other than that. There was a weird wooden X against one wall with leather straps on all four corners, and a big piece of furniture that looked kind of like the one the huge guy was strapped to, except it had more pieces. The only things I really could name were a metal exam table and the bed in the corner. At least I knew what to do with that.
It was the massive display rack of whips, chains, floggers and every manner of torture implement all along one wall that had me transfixed, though. In that moment, it clicked that this was actually happening, and I was totally out of my element.
“It’s a lot at first, but we can just start slow,” Rafael said, watching me closely. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was nervous, but he’d done