Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,10

Kincaid asked. Mitch immediately knew he was asking because of the fire play scene scheduled. Mitch had never seen anyone do fire play and would love to. Unfortunately...

“Can’t,” he said with a sigh. “Working.” Otherwise, he would have made a reservation for him and Domi. Taking her to watch a fire play scene? Hot. Pun fully intended.

“That sucks,” Kincaid said sympathetically before turning his attention to Brian. “We got a booth if you want to join us. We’re interested in watching the technique.” By ‘we,’ Mitch and Brian both immediately understood Kincaid was talking about himself and Zach.

They must be interested in just the technique if they were inviting Mitch and Brian along. It was a pretty open secret that Kincaid and Zach were... involved. Exactly what that involvement looked like seemed to change day to day. Although Kincaid was openly bi, they’d all thought Zach was straight until he and Kincaid started doing whatever it was they were doing. It was kind of like Fight Club—none of them talked about what Kincaid and Zach were doing.

The thing was, Zach still scened on his own with women at Stronghold and occasionally Marquis. Kincaid didn’t scene with anyone unless he and Zach were scening together with one woman, and they both topped her and didn’t actually interact. But every once in a while, they would go to Marquis, together, without a woman.

Brian and Mitch had talked about it, both of them curious as fuck, but they’d always come to the same conclusion—not my business. If Kincaid or Zach wanted to talk about it, they’d bring it up.

“Are you sure?” Brian asked. “I’m a little interested but hadn’t planned to go since I didn’t have anyone to go with.”

“Well, now you do,” Zach joked, grinning. “I think I’m more interested in it than Kincaid is, honestly.”

“I’m not uninterested,” Kincaid said, but his shrug indicated Zach’s statement was basically correct. If Mitch had to put a label on them, Kincaid was a Dom who liked a bit of sadism, and Zach was a sadist who liked to top. Actually, depending on what Kincaid and Zach were doing, Zach might be a sadist and a switch.

A buzzing sensation against Mitch’s thigh had him pulling out his cell phone. He grinned when he saw the message and quickly typed back. Yes, he was absolutely willing to trade his shift tonight for one tomorrow. He hadn’t made plans tomorrow, and he was just as curious as Zach about the fire play scene. Hell, it might be better to go with his fellow Doms than with Domi. He’d actually be able to focus on watching and maybe learn something.

“Is it work?” Kincaid asked. He was a police detective, so he knew he could be called in at any time, putting him in the same boat as Mitch, even though they had very different jobs.

“Yup, but good news for once,” Mitch said, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “I’m in for tonight!”

Chapter Two

Mitch

Arriving at Marquis before the evening had really started was always interesting. He and Domi had never been late to a show, but since the night they’d made their agreement, they only had appetizers or dessert before the show started. Tonight, he and the guys had decided to have dinner beforehand, but on the second floor rather than in the restaurant, which was an option offered to anyone who had reserved a table for the show. There was more privacy upstairs, and they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone overhearing what they were talking about. Everyone else would be there for the same thing.

The restaurant downstairs had become so popular, it would be packed on a Saturday night, with lots of vanillas who had no idea what was located right above their heads. Mitch found the whole thing both genius and hilarious.

At the top of the stairs, Freddy was waiting. He’d once worked the front desk at Stronghold and was now managing that part of Marquis, but he still scheduled himself for at least one shift a month to check people in. Mitch hadn’t known until about a month ago, Freddy was also a lawyer at a pretty prestigious firm downtown. Kincaid had seen him in action, helping out some other members of the club, and said he was a total shark.

No one looking at him right now would guess it. He had spiked his blonde hair with some kind of gel that made it glittery with pink highlights, the white button-down shirt he had