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He
kissed
Issy
on the cheek and shook Johnson’s hand “El,
this is Dalton, one of my partners in the club,” Johnson spoke as he pointed to
the man at the far end of the sofa.

 
Dalton’s
grip was strong and solid, Eldridge felt as if he was being surveyed from top
to bottom. Dalton looked at him as if he were a bug under a microscope. He
crossed over to stand in front of Dalton and extended his hand in greeting.

Eldridge surveyed the man before him with rapt
attention.
Damn
, thought Eldridge, as
he eyed the man in front of him. Large was the first word that popped into
Eldridge’s mind. Even sitting the man had an imposing figure. Dalton had to be
at least six feet, six inches tall. Eldridge wondered if the size of his cock
would match his height. His pants become tighter than they already were and his
face heated as he continued to stare from beneath his lowered eyelashes. Hair
so blond, it was almost white, hung past the man’s shoulders, held back with a
leather thong. The strands looked silky. But what really drew Eldridge
was
the eyes; cobalt blue, piercing, and the kind of eyes
that could look straight into a man’s soul. Eldridge shook his head as if
coming out of a fog and composed himself. This was a man Eldridge would
definitely want to get to know better.

Eldridge didn’t even know if the man was gay.
There was no way someone that large and masculine could be gay.
And a Dom to boot.
Some woman would be very lucky to land
that fine specimen of a man.

But Dalton held his hand just a touch to long
for a casual handshake, and something sparked briefly in his eyes.

“Nice to meet you,
Dalton.”

* * * *

Holy fuck
, thought Dalton. When
Johnson told him that
Issy
had talked her friend into
coming to the club, he had no idea it would be the beauty in front of him. He
actually expected it to be a woman, whom Johnson would expect him to be polite
to, for
Issy’s
sake. Johnson would not expect more,
since they all knew he was gay, but he never expected Eldridge.

Dalton thought back to the conversation he’d
had that morning with Johnson and the other partners of Club
Rebellion
. He really needed to pay
more attention to the guys when they talked other than business issues.

“Dalton,” Johnson spoke as
he stretched his long legs out in front of him. “
Issy
is bringing her best friend to the club tonight.”
Best
friend, oh yeah.

“The guy, right?”
Dalton answered, barely paying attention.

“Yes, Bro, focus please.
You know the guy she’s known since second grade?” Johnson sounded exasperated
.

“What the fuck! You let
Issy
hang out with a guy?”

“Best friends Dalton and
besides have you met my gorgeous woman? Like I’m going to tell her she can’t
hang out with her BFF.” Johnson chuckled at his word choice.

Looking at him now, Dalton concluded that
Eldridge was not only gay, but submissive, and Dalton would love to get his
hands on the cutie. He could picture the man’s plump lips wrapped around his
prick, lapping at his
precum
as he played with the
slit. Or better yet, Dalton would love to get a hold of that ass. Even from
this vantage point it appeared to be a nice ass.
One that
could fit in the palms of his hands, for holding, pounding or spanking.

“How’s it going?” Dalton spoke in cool, hushed
tones as he took Eldridge’s hand in his, holding just a moment longer than
usual. He noticed the sage green eyes looked at him through slightly long curly
bangs and made no attempt to move his hand either. Dalton released the hand and
patted the sofa next to him. He deduced that Eldridge was nervous, but could
not tell from what, yet. This skittish man had to be his. No way was Dalton
allowing him to walk out of the club without sampling him.

 
Eldridge
sat, but a look of abject terror crossed his face. He fidgeted in the seat and
looked toward
Issy
and Johnson. A slightly devilish
streak in Dalton made him smirk at the possibility of making Eldridge nervous.

“Do you like to be called Eldridge or El?”
Dalton really didn’t care what he called the slender man as long as he called
him.

“Either or is fine, but most people call me
Eldridge, except for
Issy
, and now Johnson. She gave
me the nickname when we were kids and hasn’t let it go yet.” The man was too
cute, beyond words as he chuckled when he spoke. El it would be then, thought
Dalton, because he had every intention of getting to know the sexy creature
seated next to him.

One of the boys who worked at the club brought
Dalton a new glass, orange juice with a splash of mango and pineapple over
crushed ice.
His favorite non-alcoholic drink.
As he
took the glass from the sub, Dalton motioned to El, silently asking if he would
like a refill.

“I don’t drink a lot.” Dalton said. “This is a
favorite concoction of mine, and non-alcoholic. I’ll have the sub bring one for
you.” He nodded to the server. The sub smiled as he walked away to get the new
juice order.

“Master Dalton,” the boy said handing him the
drink for his guest. “Tony said he put an extra splash of pineapple in for your
guest.” Dalton gave the boy a nod and a smile as he turned to leave and Dalton
noticed Eldridge’s eyebrow perked up at the words
Master Dalton
.
Interesting
,
thought Dalton.

Dalton handed Eldridge the juice and watched
him as he sipped the sweetly-tart concoction. Eldridge’s lips stretched over
the rim of the glass as he tried to swallow the juice without choking on the
chunks of ice. Dalton sat mesmerized.
El’s
plump red
lips caressed the glass, the drink working its way down his throat, his Adam’s
apple moving up and down the more he drank. Dalton once again fantasized about
juicy lips wrapped around his prick, sucking and drawing out his seed as he
fucked that sinful mouth.

Johnson leaned over
Issy’s
shoulder informing the two men that he and
Issy
were
going to go play in one of the private rooms specifically reserved for the
owners of Club
Rebellion
. Dalton acknowledged the couple, but gave most
of his attention to Eldridge.

“We’ll catch up later for dinner, El. Johnson
and I really need to be alone.”
Issy
had a glow about
her as she looked at Eldridge and was led away by Johnson. But, not before
Johnson winked at Dalton. It was the wink of a man saying, go for it. Which,
Dalton had every intention of doing.

Dalton Peters could not remember the last time
he felt this instantly attracted to someone. He never had a permanent sub in
all his years and at thirty-two, he wasn’t really sure he wanted one. But as he
devoured Eldridge
Cristoff
with his eyes, he could
see himself changing his mind. His cock began to thicken as he imagined the
slim five foot eight inch frame of El underneath him, long legs wrapped around
his waist. Those beautiful sage green eyes filled with lust, as sweat plastered
his curls to his face and head while Dalton pounded into him with ferocity.
Dalton wondered what his hair would look like once it was wet. Would the brown
curls sag or spring tighter like coils? Would the reddish tints shine through
more, or would the blond streaks stand out? Dalton wasn’t a hair connoisseur,
but he could tell that the red and yellow strewn throughout the brown curls was
all natural. They had a hue that screamed sun-soaked and not artificial boxed.
He wanted to latch onto those curls as he pounded that sweet tight ass, holding
for purchase.

“Is she okay?” Eldridge didn’t know what had
just happened as he turned to Dalton for answers.

“Yeah, they’re good. Johnson and
Issy
just need some alone time.” Dalton informed him.
“Sometimes the connection between a Dom and sub is so strong the need to be
together overwhelms everything else in the room. The connection is so deep that
nothing else matters except each other. Does that make sense?” Dalton asked.

Dalton watched the expression on Eldridge’s
face as he continued. “It’s the pin-prickly feeling that starts in the base of
your spine and works its way up, emerging into the best orgasm ever.” That,
Dalton explained, was the intense feeling that
Issy
and Johnson had for each other.

Dalton was very apt at reading expressions. The
one on Eldridge’s face was telling, a mixture of shock and fascination.
Eldridge
Cristoff
was intrigued. It was time to
strike.

“Would you like a tour, little one?” Dalton
held
El’s
hand in his, caressing the pulse at his
wrist with his thumb. He knew that if he could get the sweet man to himself and
show him the wares of the facility, he could have El eating out of the palm of
his hand. Eldridge would look breathtaking on the cross, or better yet, across
Dalton’s lap. Ass up in the air, cock between Dalton’s thighs, begging for
Dalton to allow him to come. Dalton pictured himself caressing the mounds and
spanking them, bringing them to a beautiful shade of red. Oh yeah, Eldridge
needed to be his before the night was over, and Dalton would see to this.

Chapter Two

Did he want the tour? Eldridge wasn’t sure.
Dalton made him nervous and intrigued all at the same time. By the way Dalton
was looking at him, El was pretty sure the
studly
man
was gay. No, not pretty sure, he knew. The man unnerved him. He held his wrist
in an intimate gesture and rubbed it slightly and tenderly. Almost, like he was
caressing him.

Eldridge looked from his held-wrist to the eyes
of the Dom and nodded his head that he wanted to the tour.

“Come with me, my Little One,” Dalton spoke,
but did not relinquish his hold. In fact he slipped his entire hand over
Eldridge’s and held it tight. This was the second time he had called Eldridge,
little one
, and he had mixed feelings on
it. On one hand, El liked the endearment. Actually, if truth be told, he loved
it. He felt an instant attraction to Dalton, but the man scared the
heeby
jeebies
out of him. He was
so powerful and larger than life that the
other
hand
was completely leery. Eldridge wasn’t sure what type of man attracted
him. He had always thought it was the Ned-type, but in hindsight, Eldridge did
not know what type Ned was either. Looking at the man who currently held his
hand, Eldridge surmised that maybe, Dalton was his type.

Cobalt blue eyes stared intensely at him, a
hint of laugh lines crinkled in the corners when the man smiled. Well, maybe it
wasn’t a full blown smile, more of a lascivious grin. Eldridge felt like little
red about to get eaten by the big bad wolf. He nodded and allowed Dalton to
pull him from the leather couch and into the unknown.

 
Eldridge
placed his drink on the table beside Dalton’s and scanned the large expanse of
the room as the two men made their way around. He wasn’t sure what most of the
goings on in the room comprised, but figured Dalton would give him BDSM lesson
one on one.

“Do the things going on attract you?”

Eldridge nodded his head as he stared at the
woman on the St. Andrew’s cross being flogged by her Dom. He could hear her
moan loudly as she counted. Eldridge wondered if he would ever know such
release.

The stage to the right held a spanking bench
and was currently occupied by two men and a woman. What drew Eldridge was the
fact that it was a man lying across the bench, not the woman. Dalton explained
to him that the man on the bench was a submissive to two masters, a Dom and a
Domme
. Each took turns swatting the sub, whispering where
only he could hear. His face was completely relaxed and slack, moving with the
hand swatting him. The harder the Dom or
Domme
swatted, the louder his moans. The whispered voices increased slightly in
volume until Eldridge only heard one word, come. Eldridge watched as the man
spewed his seed all over the bench, face contorted, ass flaming red, but utter
relief and passion evident. That was what Eldridge wanted, the look on that
man’s face. He had the distinct feeling that if he asked Dalton to be the
deliverer, the man would readily agree.

They made their way around the main floor;
sections for scenes, couches for lounging, the bar, which El had already
visited, and then a long partially lit hallway. The entire club had a vibe to
it, scary and sultry, making Eldridge terrified of what would jump out at him.
Although, for some reason he knew he was safe in Dalton’s hands. He smiled at
Dalton and the man squeezed his hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a
kiss. “Come on, Little One. Let’s go to my office and sit and get to know each
other.”

Eldridge was led down the partially lit hall.
Numerous doors were on each side of the hall, every two doors had a man or
woman sitting on a stool outside of the door. By the look on Eldridge’s face,
Dalton could tell that he was puzzled. “I’ll explain.”

They then passed four other closed doors, all
marked with name plates. One of them said Johnson Petri, two others also had
names. Eldridge figured it must be the other partners and the fourth door said
Video Room. Finally, they reached the end of the hall and El saw the sign,
Dalton Peters.
Obviously, Dalton’s office.

The door opened and Dalton allowed Eldridge to
enter first. Eldridge was taken aback by the décor. He expected the muted dark
colors of the club, but this room was totally different. It had white leather
furniture, similar to the club furniture. A large couch and two high back
chairs, but the feel was different. In this room there was power with an
underlying feeling of sensuality. Almost like a safe haven.

 
The
couch was the largest couch Eldridge had ever seen. He bet that you could
easily fit two able-bodied men comfortably on it without feeling as if you
would fall off. Damn, his thoughts immediately went to him and Dalton spooning
on the large white piece of furniture after a great round of sex. He should not
be having these thoughts, Eldridge chastised himself.

Besides the seating area, there was a large
dark desk, shelves lining one of the walls with many books, a wet bar, at least
a sixty inch flat screen television and a wall of stuff.
Stuff,
as in BDSM stuff.
Floggers, whips, cuffs, and a few other things
Eldridge couldn’t identify. There was also another door, if Eldridge had to
guess, was probably a bathroom.

“This is my inner sanctum,” Dalton told him as
he led him to the couch, closing the door behind them.

“Your office is beautiful. Nowhere near like
mine. I have an office, but, this is…wow. A person could live in here.”

“I’m afraid that’s what happens many nights.
So, when we designed the club, we each wanted our own space, complete with all
the comforts of home for when we worked late at night.
So,
voila, my space.”

Making his way to the wet bar, Dalton retrieved
two bottles of water and handed one to Eldridge. As soon as Dalton sat next to
him on the couch, Eldridge started to sweat and fidget. Dalton took his free
hand and caressed the knuckles, easing his nervousness.

Eldridge knew that Dalton sensed his
apprehensiveness. “El, how about we get to know each other? I think that we
both can feel the attraction, but let’s talk first.”

“Yes, Sir,” Eldridge nodded his head and
couldn’t believe those words came from his lips. He watched the reaction from
Dalton and saw the slight smirk that raised the corner of his lip. Damn the man
could be smug.

“Tell me about yourself. What fascinates you
about the lifestyle? I can tell that you are curious by the way that you took
in everything around you. Not that I want to be presumptuous, but did something
happen, is something making you leery?” Dalton asked, hoping for some
enlightenment.

“Nothing really.
I don’t think this is for
me,” Eldridge spoke quietly. “I think that I made a mistake coming here.”
Eldridge could not make eye contact with Dalton for fear that the man would see
through his lies.

Eldridge felt fingers lightly touch his chin
and raise his head. Dalton’s cobalt blue eyes shined with quiet acknowledgment,
as if he could read Eldridge’s mind and knew his fears. Eldridge could find
himself lost very quickly in the depths of those eyes. Dalton’s mannerisms
spoke of understanding and of the need to help him. Eldridge would have loved
to lay himself at Dalton’s feet and bare his soul, but he wasn’t ready for
that. He didn’t know if he ever would be. The damage done by Ned was always in
the back of his mind and he knew he couldn’t relinquish that control to another
person, lest they humiliate him again. But, looking at Dalton, a man he
literally just met, he wanted to take that chance. He wanted to experience
letting go and giving himself to another. Maybe if he explained about Ned, he
could move on. Eldridge was so confused.

Eldridge wanted to curl into Dalton’s large
frame and take comfort in his massive size. He was so tired.
Tired
of working too hard, of always taking the lead in deals, and of the lack of
sleep.
Eldridge knew that he was wound so tightly, he would probably
snap like a rubber band stretched to its limits.

He felt Dalton’s hand caress his chin, and then
his cheek, as the man slid closer to him on the couch. Soon one arm was around
the back of the couch resting his hand on Eldridge’s shoulder, rubbing the
tension away. Eldridge allowed Dalton to pull him into the crook of his arm and
he rested his head on the front of Dalton’s shoulder as Dalton began to stroke
up and down. He slowly permitted himself to relax and simply feel. He soon felt
his body give way to the much needed sleep he lacked, and then all went black.

“Sleep, Little One. I’ll watch over you,”
Dalton whispered.

* * * *

Dalton finally felt Eldridge drift off as he
caressed his arm and shoulder. The other arm was wrapped around the slender
man, holding on so Eldridge could feel his warmth and feel safe. The man was
one ball of tension. Dalton had seen that from the moment he walked into the
club. Dalton listened to the soft snores and felt Eldridge fighting his body’s
reactions, much as the ebb and flow of the tide. One second he was relaxed and
the next he was wound again. What made this gorgeous creature so tense? He
almost thought about asking
Issy
, but knew that he
would get nowhere. As Eldridge’s best friend,
Issy
would never betray his trust. Dalton just had to bide his time and earn
Eldridge’s trust and then maybe he would spill his secrets. Whoever hurt this
man that cuddled in his arms would pay dearly. Of that Dalton was sure.

Eldridge
Cristoff
was
becoming very important to him and for the life of him, Dalton was just
astounded. He felt one with Eldridge and knew that this was the man that he had
been waiting for all his life. If he believed in soul mates, then Eldridge
would be his.
The submissive to his dominance.
Now, he
just had to convince Eldridge of this fact.

It didn’t matter that they had just met. When
you knew the person was the one, there was no going back, no matter the
challenge. Dalton Peters never backed down from a challenge. Not growing up in
a Catholic family, where the church did not accept him, but thank goodness his
family did. Not when he entered college and went into business management,
already knowing he wanted to one day own his own business. Not when he trained
to be a Dominant.
And especially, not when he and his best
friends opened up Club
Rebellion
.
Dalton never backed down from a challenge.

At twenty-five, Dalton Peters, Johnson Petri,
Deacon Archer, and Shane Wire decided to go into business. The four men had met
freshmen year of college and immediately found a kinship. Although Dalton and
Deacon were both gay, they decided early on that a sexual relationship was not
in the cards. They were brothers; in spirit, and in profession. All of the men
were dominants. Although, they had dabbled in the lifestyle, it wasn’t until
their junior year of college that each decided to pursue the world of BDSM with
gusto and attentiveness. After much research and finding the correct mix, each
man began his training under a Dominant Master. The Dominant Master instructed
and taught them in the ways of BDSM, both as the
Doms
they would become and also as the
submissives
they
would be responsible for. Master
Shucter
always said
that in order to be an attentive and focused dominant, one had to experience
what a submissive went through. Giving yourself over to another human being and
allowing them to create your destiny was a gift. A gift that should always be
cherished and guarded, not abused and thrown around with little care in the
world.

By the time the men finished their fifth year
of college and had almost completed each of their Master’s degrees, they were
well on their way to becoming the skillful and loving
Doms
they were today.

Each of them had worked long hours, not only in
college, but working part time jobs and saving all their pennies. Upon
graduation, they pooled their resources and took out a loan, using their saved
money for a down payment on a piece of property near Rittenhouse Square. This
property became Club
Rebellion
. The first few years were hard and they worked
long hours. They managed, taught classes, and held scenes, whatever needed to
be done to keep the business floating above water. The club went through a
major transition in its fourth year of inception, when Shane proposed the club
become exclusive to high-powered people who wanted a safe location to meet and
play. Many deals had been made behind the doors of Club
Rebellion
as all personnel and
members were screened with the utmost discretion involved and membership was
confidential. Arrival at the clubs doors, if not a vested member, was by
invitation only, and only after a secure background check.

The club was gutted and redone to create a
more,
board room meets play room
atmosphere and soon the memberships were coming in droves. With the help of
Master
Shucter
, the men had gained a reputation that
was above board, both as dominants, and club owners.