Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay, BDSM, Contemporary)
Length: 20,832 words
When Dominant Michael St. Clair meets Chad Emery in a BDSM club, he knows immediately that Chad is the submissive he’s been looking for. This is a man who will trust completely and surrender totally. Both men are blindsided by the pull of sexual chemistry, but Chad declines a repeat performance. Still, fate has other plans.
Chad is shocked to discover that Michael and his boss have business connections, and Chad is asked to help Michael open a new BDSM dungeon. At first things are awkward between them, but underneath the tension is a simmering attraction. Michael helps Chad explore his needs and after a few play sessions, a real relationship develops. Chad realizes that Michael is the best man for him. But just as he’s ready to reveal his love, Chad is caught in a lie and he fears he’s lost Michael forever.
Chad smoothed his hair and straightened his tie before opening the door that connected his office with Richard’s inner sanctum. The suite, decorated with cherry wood and leather, was traditional and classy, much like Richard Caldwell himself. Chad’s heart speeded up when he saw his secret crush seated behind the desk.
“Come in. Have a seat, Chad.” Richard waved at a facing chair. “Would you like some coffee? Or water?”
“No, thank you, sir.” Curious, and with just a touch of anxiety, Chad took a seat opposite his boss. From this angle, he could see the framed photo on Richard’s desk. Julian, with his shaggy black hair tousled as if he’d just gotten out of bed. The sleeves of his white shirt rolled up enough to reveal a bit of his tattoos. He looked exactly like what he was—a thug. Chad’s lip curled in distaste. Why couldn’t that be me in the photograph? So much had changed this year—for Richard, for Julian, for everyone but Chad.
“Don’t look so anxious, Chad. I’m not about to ask you to put in hours of overtime on a brief I needed yesterday.”
Chad forced a smile. “I don’t mind working overtime, sir.”
“I know that, and I appreciate your loyalty. I’ve come to depend on you immensely, and that’s why I’m coming to you for a special favor.”
Chad’s eyebrows shot up beyond the fringe of hair sweeping his forehead. “Of course, sir. Anything. Just ask.”
“Let me explain before you agree. This project involves a certain amount of discretion. It concerns something near and dear to my heart and I can’t entrust it to just anyone.” He paused, as if weighing his words. “You’re aware that I have an interest in a club that caters to gay gentlemen?”
“Good. I don’t hide the fact, but the club has a private membership. Guests are permitted, but I don’t believe in mixing business with pleasure. Well, circumstances have changed and so has my thinking. I would like you to visit the club as my guest this weekend.”
Chad knew about the club, of course. He’d always assumed it was a stodgy place where wealthy older men played cards or shared a brandy. Still, he’d always longed for an invite from Richard. Sure that his dream was about to come true, Chad’s heart soared. “Of course. I’d love to go with you.”
“Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you a bit about the club. It has an excellent restaurant and a lounge. Many members come for a quiet dinner or a drink, but others utilize our special services.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“The Gentlemen’s Club is a place where members can live out their fantasies and have their desires fulfilled.”
Chad’s jaw dropped. “Sex?”
“If that’s what they want. Of course, everyone is highly screened and required to provide medical certificates, nondisclosure agreements…” Richard paused. “And now we’ve added something new to the club, a BDSM dungeon.”
Chad nearly fell off his chair. What the fuck? Does he know about my visits to Paddles? Is he finally going to seduce me because he discovered my fetish?
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.