against Becky, Zach’s wife.
The tour of the club was quick, Ryan exchanging a few brief words with several other members, humming his agreement when a Domme admired Braxton, though Braxton didn’t fully catch what she’d said. His senses were overwhelmed, taking in everything around him, anticipation pushing away everything except Ryan’s movements, his touch.
His Dom seemed to have expected as much, because he didn’t try to get him to participate in any of the small talk.
Missing one familiar face after scanning the crowd, Braxton frowned. Then glanced back at Ryan.
“Go ahead, pet. Since this is your first time here, I want you to feel free to ask any questions you have, or voice any concerns, so long as you do so respectfully. Always address me, unless another Dom speaks to you first, but they’ll ask my permission, so you don’t need to worry about that.” Leather bag slung over his shoulder, Ryan led him around the crowd that had gathered close to the bar. He spoke close to his ear, his hold on the back of Braxton’s neck firm, but comforting.
Taking a deep breath, enjoying the subtle hints of lemon cleaner and leather, Braxton nodded. “I can do that, sir. And it’s nothing big, I was just wondering where Tyler was.”
“Ah.” Ryan chuckled. “The rare times I’ve come here, I give my sister a heads up and she lets her Doms know so they can plan to come on a different night.”
“But she didn’t know you were gay?” The rumors alone must’ve made her at least suspect something?
Once they’d reached the back of the large club space, Ryan stopped them in front of a large, solid, frame-like structure. A tall man wearing assless chaps ran over, taking away the ‘Reserved’ sign and leaving a small folding tray off to the side with two bottles of water and a couple packages of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
Ryan stood Braxton in the center of the frame, facing away from him. “No, my boy, she didn’t know. Unless invited to by all parties involved, nothing that happens here is discussed beyond these walls. Those who don’t respect the rules lose their membership. That’s how the club ensures the privacy of all its members.”
“I really like that.” Braxton’s breath caught as he heard Ryan unzipping his bag. He held still as Ryan moved behind him again, undoing the zipper on his shorts and drawing them down for him to step out of. A familiar tap to his hip and he held out his arms, spreading his feet wide enough to keep himself stable, but give his Dom full access to his body.
Somehow, even though his dick and ass were exposed now, he didn’t feel like he was on display for anyone who might glance over. Ryan’s presence gave him the sense that they were in their own little bubble.
Leather cuffs were secured around his wrists and ankles, then chains were pulled away from the frame and clipped onto them, shortened so Braxton could feel the restraints.
Ryan ran his hand along Braxton’s arms, then his thighs. “Comfortable, pet?”
“Yes, sir.” Braxton steadied his breaths, making sure to let his Dom know in every way possible that he was ready. “And I remember my safeword.”
Kissing his shoulder, Ryan let out a soft sound of approval. “That’s my good boy. Now, let’s see what kind of pretty marks we can leave on this gorgeous skin. I’m going to make you fly, my love. Then I’ll push you even higher. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come when I fuck you.”
If anything could get Braxton to be on his best behavior, that was it, though he wasn’t sure how he could misbehave when he was restrained like this.
Or why he’d want to.
The floggers Ryan used were his favorite, black and red bullhide he’d demonstrated the Florentine flogging style with for Braxton several times over the past few weeks after Braxton admitted how much he enjoyed watching him do it. He could picture Ryan now, taking off his shirt, muscles flexing as he began brushing the falls over Braxton’s exposed skin in a steady rhythm.
From what Ryan had told him, Florentine flogging was very much for the visual pleasure, stroking a Doms ego with how many would admire the movements. It also became such a natural rhythm Ryan could focus on sending Braxton into the headspace he craved, taking his time to ease him in and make the scene last.
At first, the caress of the falls was like a