He looked exactly the same as he had the last time I saw him, almost twenty years ago. The only thing different was the amount of gray that framed his face and a few lines around his eyes.
“I didn’t know you were coming back.” He smiled, shaking my hand and almost breaking my fingers in his vise-like grip.
Hagan was one of the oldest and most established Masters at Taboo. He was also a sadistic motherfucker who liked to toy with his submissives and push them right up to their breaking point. But that never stopped them from lining up to feel the lash of his whip. They begged him for his brand of punishment, craving the pain he’d inflict. I’d never fucking understood it.
I could never be like him. I wasn’t into the pain. I never got off on hurting others, even if the goal was to bring pleasure for all parties involved. Thank God pain wasn’t Izzy’s thing. I couldn’t deal with hurting her even in the act of sex.
Deprivation was an entirely different matter.
That was my thing.
I enjoyed bringing her right to the edge of orgasm and ripping it away. Then doing it all over again. She liked it too. Sure, she whined and begged, but she always asked for more.
“Just for a night. I was in town and wanted to play with my girl, so I figured I’d come here.”
His eyes drifted to Izzy, slowly raking up her body. “You always picked the lookers.”
I cringed, because I knew Izzy was going to chew my ear off later for that comment. She’d grill me about the “lookers” and exactly how many there must have been for it to leave a lasting impression on Hagan.
“Hagan, she’s my wife,” I warned.
“Ah.” His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. “I need to get a better look.” The dirty old bastard rounded the desk and stopped next to me, clasping a hand on my shoulder while he looked down at Izzy. “May I?” he asked, needing permission to speak to her, and I nodded.
Izzy hadn’t looked up, but the corner of her jaw ticked, probably still mulling over the comment about women I’d been with before I met her. Even when she was angry, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world, and I rethought my genius idea of bringing her here.
“It’s nice to meet you, pet,” Hagan said.
“Eyes, doll.”
I knew he wanted to see her face. Hagan appreciated beauty as much as the next guy, but I knew what he’d see when he looked in her eyes. There was a fire that burned deep down in Izzy, and there was nothing she could do to hide it. It was that slow burn under the surface that made her so alluring to me when I met her…that and her smart mouth.
Izzy lifted her head and gazed up at Hagan, but she didn’t speak.
“You have your hands full with this little one, don’t you, James?” Hagan laughed softly and took a step forward, but he still maintained an acceptable distance for me not to put my body between them as a shield.
“That’s what I love most about her.”
Izzy chewed on the inside of her cheek and swallowed the words I knew she was dying to say. Probably something along the lines of “go fuck yourself” sat on the edge of her tongue, ready to put us in our place.
“Is she your only submissive, or do you have a more open arrangement?”
The moment I met Izzy, I knew I’d never share her. She had it…that quality that made me want to be a one-woman man, devoting my time, attention, and love to only her and no one else.
“I’m not into sharing this one, Hagan. I give her my full attention.”
Hagan wasn’t a one-woman type of guy. Although he had a devout submissive, he usually had a few slaves too. The man was more virile than most teenagers, wanting to conquer as much pussy as he could. The women never seemed to mind. He loved the openness of our world.
“I’d be the same with this one, James.” Hagan turned his attention back to her. “It’s entirely my pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Caldo.” Hagan tipped his head and kept his hands to himself, following protocol within the walls of Taboo.
Izzy smiled, but she somehow remained silent.
“Sorry to cut this short, but…”
Hagan stepped back and away from the door. “I get it. Will you need a private room tonight, or will you be using the public areas only?”
The dirty bastard probably hoped I’d be fucking my wife in public. I was sure we’d draw quite a crowd with her wails of ecstasy, killer tits, and the way she begged for my cock. So, that was a big hell no.
“A private room would be perfect.”
