Judge came to stand next to me and placed two drinks on the table. He ran his hand over my head and dropped a kiss on my temple. “Good boy.”
“I know your face,” the stranger said to Judge, holding out a hand. “I’m Vic, the owner of Triple X.”
Judge nodded as he took Vic’s hand and shook. “Right, I remember you.”
“You have a pretty sub here,” Vic said, gesturing to me. “I couldn’t help but come and admire him. Muscle subs are special in their own way.”
“They are, and Flynn is mine.” Judge rested his hand on my arm and squeezed, and I breathed in deeply at the comfort his touch brought. The sensation of his palm on my skin had me leaning in closer to him, while keeping my back as straight as I could.
Vic smiled. “I have no intention of stealing your sub, Judge. You haven’t been here with a man before, have you?”
“No, I’ve watched the shows and appreciated the view.”
“Hm.” Vic turned to glance at the big stage that was still empty, but Triple X put some sexy men in the spotlight. I hated the thought of Judge enjoying watching other men, and I made an unintentional noise in the back of my throat.
Judge caressed my cheek with his forefinger.
Vic’s attention returned to me. “Have you seen our couples’ night? We have real BDSM couples up there entertaining the crowd. They get paid well for their time. We don’t have a muscle sub, and if you’re interested—”
“We’re not,” Judge said sharply but not rudely. He gave Vic a smile. “I appreciate the offer, but we’re new right now, and even if we weren’t, I’m not sharing Flynn with anyone else. He’s mine and his nakedness and submission are only forme.”
I shivered at the possessiveness in his tone and leaned a little more into the touch of his finger. He gripped the opposite side of my face and pulled me into a deep kiss, his mouth taking ownership of mine as he shoved his tongue inside. My dick throbbed and it took all my restraint not to reach down and jerk off. I whimpered into his kiss.
Vic threaded his fingers together and held his hands in front of himself, studying us. “I can appreciate that, but if you change your mind let me know. May I speak to your sub for a moment?”
Judge nodded and stroked his fingers down the left side of my face. “Rookie, you have my permission to talk to Vic.”
I swallowed and tilted my head slightly in acknowledgement. Every part of me was strung tight with anticipation and the urge to please Judge, no matter what. When I turned to Vic, I gave him a nod.
“Good evening, Flynn. I know you’re with Judge, but I’d like to officially welcome you to Triple X. I enjoy taking the time to say hello to our new patrons, even if they’re with others. As your Dom, Judge vouched for you and requested permission for you to get your own membership here, so you won’t need to enter as his guest.”
I shot Judge a surprised look, and he winked.
Vic cleared his throat, and I focused on him again. “Before I grant memberships, I vet people. When dealing with subs I make sure it isn’t a coerced decision. Even if Judge wishes to pay for the yearly invoice, I won’t allow it to go beyond an initial application until I speak to you first. Do you want to be part of our club?”
“How much is the membership?” I asked before I could stop myself. Judge didn’t care about money, but I did. I couldn’t have him spending too much on me.
“That doesn’t matter, Rookie,” Judge said beside my ear, laying a kiss on the skin in front of it. “I’m your Dom. I want to take care of you.”
Vic raised his eyebrows. “It’s been paid, the cash belongs to Triple X now. There are no refunds.”
“That isn’t what I asked.” I kept my back straight, focusing my gaze on Vic. “How much was it?”
“I’d rather you not answer that,” Judge said quickly to Vic. He touched between my shoulder blades, the pressure of his hand making my stomach stir with excitement. “It doesn’t matter how much it costs, as your Dom it’s my job to make sure you are financially taken care of. Any good Dom would do the same.”
“I disagree.” Vic crossed his arms and stood tall over us, his expression more severe than it had been moments ago. “Being a Dom isn’t about money, it’s about security and safety and giving our subs what they need emotionally and physically. You’re young, with too much cash, and while that may be part of your relationship with Flynn, it isn’t every Dom’s job to take care of their sub’s bank account. Some Doms—many Doms—can’t afford that.”
“I didn’t mean.... That isn’t what I....” Even under the club’s low lights, I could see Judge’s face redden slightly.
Vic’s mouth twitched in irritation. “How long have you been a Dom?”
It was Judge’s turn to straighten to attention. “A few years.”
“How old are you?”
I wondered if it was normal for a Dom to treat another Dom like this. It was almost as though Vic was a teacher and Judge was the student, which had me biting my lip to stop from laughing.
“Twenty-four.” Judge smacked me lightly on the back, and I cleared my throat to try to rid myself of the amusement.
