Letting him explore, Carver reached into the car for his sandpaper gloves and nipple clamps, putting them in his suit jacket pocket.
A car pulled into the parking lot, spurring Carver into motion. He was in no mood to start chatting with anyone before he was inside. Following the wall toward the entrance, he led Peter inside just as the new car turned off its engine.
“Mr. Wilde,” an older alpha dressed in a neat suit greeted him. “Welcome to The Bank. Do you have your invitation?”
Carver handed him the invitation Ingram had given him.
“Excellent. Your sponsor is waiting for you in the main room upstairs. Cory will show you the way.” The alpha snapped his fingers and an omega appeared like out of thin air. He was dressed in some sort of toga, gauzy fabric wrapped around his hips and draped over his left shoulder, exposing a vast expanse of flawless golden skin. “Cory will be your guide for the evening. Anything you require, he will provide. Isn’t that right, Cory?”
“Yes, sir,” Cory said, his voice just loud enough that Carver could hear him. He glanced up through his lashes, eyes widening at the sight of Peter’s sensory deprivation hood.
“Great,” Carver said, subtly checking Cory for any signs of mistreatment. He didn’t have any obvious bruising, he walked like he was unhurt, and he didn’t smell scared. “Lead the way, Cory.”
Cory inclined his head, turning and gesturing for Carver to follow him. He led them down a narrow hallway to a wide staircase, the hardwood floor beneath their feet polished to a mirror shine, and up the stairs.
They arrived in a foyer, another alpha in a suit waiting at the main door to greet guests. There was also a coatroom, an omega dressed like Cory standing behind the counter.
“Mr. Wilde, I presume,” the alpha said, coming over to greet them.
“That’s me,” Carver said, pulling Peter close and tucking him in under his arm.
“Welcome again to The Bank,” the alpha said, gaze darting to Peter with an approving little twitch of his lips. “Should you wish to check your coat or any electronic devices, you may do so here.”
“I’m good,” Carver said, looking over at the omega in the coatroom. As was the case with Cory, he didn’t smell scared or look mistreated.
From what he’d heard about the club, Carver had half expected the omegas who worked there to be terrified wretches one smack away from bursting into tears.
“In that case, I’ll leave you in Cory’s capable hands.”
“Thank you,” Carver said, turning to Cory and indicating that they should get going.
Cory led him to a wide set of double doors, leading Carver into what had to be the main room.
This was more like what he’d expected. The room was large, the low intimate lighting making it look smaller than it was, and sectioned into seating areas by an artful arrangement of couches, chairs and tables.
If it hadn’t been for the scent of alpha arousal and omega slick, the room could have been an upscale lounge in any five-star hotel.
As soon as Carver walked through the door, Ingram appeared with a wide grin and a drink in his hand. His omega was right behind him, a short little thing with bright red hair, hands cuffed together and clipped by a short leash to Ingram’s belt. There was a bright red ball-gag in his mouth, stretching his lips, and a thick collar around his neck.
He looked bored.
“Carver, making me look good already, I see,” Ingram said, nodding at Peter’s hood with warm approval. “Did he give you any trouble?”
“Not at all,” Carver said, wrapping his arm around Peter’s neck and petting the top of his head. “He’s a good boy.”
Peter leaned into him, hands coming up and sliding under his suit jacket for comfort.
“I see that,” Ingram said, considering. He studied Peter for a second before looking back at Carver. “The selection committee in charge of your application is ready for you upstairs, but they can wait if you’d like to have a drink first and get settled in?”
“No, I’m ready,” Carver said, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He might not like being forced to perform, but he was looking forward to knotting Peter’s mouth. “I’ve held off on coming all day and my balls feel like they’re going to explode.”
Ingram laughed, like Carver’s words were a joke. They weren’t.
“Then, if you would follow me,” Ingram said, turning to Cory. “Thank you, Cory, that will be all.”
Carver gave Cory a nod of thanks, watching him leave.
“Do you need any equipment?” Ingram asked, putting his drink down on an empty table and gesturing for Carver to follow.
