Landon lamented he couldn’t offer more to Verity, but he himself was definitely not a switch. So if Verity ever wanted to submit, they had to scratch that itch elsewhere. And they had, just as Landon had ventured out for sexual relationships, but they returned to each other like planets in a neighboring orbit.
Scrubbing himself clean, he thought about an entire night spent around people celebrating the joy that came along with a Dom and sub joining together in an official collaring ceremony and his cock slapped heavy against his thigh.Fucking Verity.
Landon washed quickly, trying to avoid his cock and balls, then rinsed the soap away and stepped out of the shower. Dried and facing his own closet, he grabbed a pair of leather pants and a harness and tossed them on the bed. He pulled on a pair of briefs, hoping the tight fabric would keep his erection in check; then he wiggled around the bed, pouring himself into the leathers.
He really had put on weight.
Landon snapped the harness on and took a look in the mirror, running some product through his hair before throwing a hoodie on to keep warm until they reached Rapture. He met up with Verity downstairs where they were cutting up some chicken breast on the counter.
Ed sat obediently at Verity’s feet, a position Landon was familiar with, his dick reminded him with a flex against its cotton and leather restraints. After Verity had diced the chicken, they pushed it into a bowl with some brown rice and set it on the floor beside Ed’s water.
“Has he ever eaten normal dog food?” Landon questioned.
“Normal dog food is made from chicken and rice.”
Verity washed the cutting board and knife in the sink, placing them in the drying rack on the counter and wiping a damp hand down the front of their shirt.
“You’re the one acting feisty tonight. Maybe we should find a Dom to put that smart mouth of yours in check,” Landon suggested.
Verity pinched Landon’s chin in their hand. “You’re so cute when you get too big for your britches.”
Landon swatted their hand away and Verity pushed past him with a laugh.
“Goodnight, Ed. We’ll be home later.” Verity pressed a kiss to the top of Ed’s head and petted him down his back. Ed ignored them, face buried in the bowl of fresh baked chicken and rice.
“Bye, Ed,” Landon called over the counter, grabbing his keys out of the bowl and zipping the hoodie up to his chest.
Verity met him at the front door and they both checked their pockets before locking up and piling into Landon’s car.
“So, can you tell me again about what’s going on tonight?” he asked, merging into traffic to make the short drive from the house to Rapture.
“I don’t know a ton. It’s a collaring ceremony. One of the Dom’s friends called to set it up and was handling all the planning.” Verity picked gray dog hair from their pants and flicked it away.
“Are they regulars?”
“I didn’t recognize the name of the guy who called, but the sub I know I’ve met more than once, so I’m sure the Dom couldn’t have been far. Micah and Justin.” Verity flicked another hair off his pants.
“Which is which? I don’t want to fuck it up when I meet them.”
Verity exhaled melodramatically. “Micah is the sub; Justin is the Dom. You’d recognize them I think. Micah is super short. I always think he’s underage when he tries to get drinks.”
“Oh!” Landon remembered. “I know who you’re talking about. So that means Justin is the one with the blue hair, yeah?”
“Gold star for the business owner!” Verity clapped their hands together.
“I have you for things like that.” Landon laughed and pulled into the parking lot. “Who set it up? Someone new?”
Verity shrugged. “To be honest, I can’t even remember his name. It’s something ordinary and forgettable though, I can tell you that much. He’ll probably come looking for me when he gets there anyway so you don’t have to worry about it.”
“This is why I keep you.” Landon smiled and got out of the car. Verity followed him down the side of the aging brick building and in through the employee door.
“Among other reasons, darling.” Verity pressed a soft kiss against the back of Landon’s head and moved past him down the hallway and into the main club space. They flicked the lights on, washing the interior of the old church in a bright and unflattering fluorescent light.
“What time is it?” they called across the room, already ducked down behind the bar counting bottles.
“Sevenish.” Landon pushed the door to the office open and powered up his computer. He looked up at the whiteboard calendar on the side wall and sure enough, there it was—Micah/Justin Collar11pm,in Verity’s highfalutin cursive.
Landon heard the familiar strings of “Fall” from Vivaldi’sFour Seasonsfloat through the empty club. He closed his eyes and let the music wash over him. Even in the office he’d built out near the bar, the acoustics of the old church were perfect.
