“You don’t think it’s safe?” Tex asked. He looked worried now and Carver shook his head. The club would be safe for a patron and his omega. It just wouldn’t be pleasant.
“I think he might see things that would upset him.”
When Carver was first tasked with infiltrating the club, he hadn’t been upset about the club aspect of the plan, just the idea of being a spy on one of his clients and aiding his mother in sexual blackmail. But now that he knew that the club probably hosted trafficked omegas, combined with the club’s focus on bondage and sadomasochistic play, he dreaded having to go there.
Carver wanted to hurt Peter, he could admit that, but only if Peter got off on it too. There was nothing more distressing than the idea of making Peter feel unsafe with him.
“It’s a bondage club, right?” Tex asked, helping Carver put the bar in place after he finished his last rep.
“Yes.”
“So plug his ears and put him in a blindfold. That way, he won’t see or hear anything that might scare him.”
Carver’s cock twitched at the idea of putting Peter in sensory deprivation gear. He could get a hood in sturdy, smooth leather, maybe with a built-in gag and collar.
“You like that idea,” Tex said, smug.
“Maybe,” Carver hedged, sitting up. “Though I’m not sure Peter would.”
Tex laughed. “I bet you a hundred bucks he gets hard just hearing about it.”
Carver shook his head. He knew better than to take that bet.
They got up and walked over to the free weights, standing next to each other in front of the mirror. The gym was fairly deserted so they could talk freely as they worked out.
“Any idea at all of how you’re going to get an invite?” Tex asked, grabbing a set of dumbbells off the rack. “I mean, can’t you ask Grossman?”
Carver grabbed his own set of weights and shook his head. “I’d rather not. I’m not supposed to know he’s a member, and when my mom does start blackmailing him I don’t want it to be obvious I’m the one who gave her the tape.”
Tex gave him an incredulous look. “You don’t think you’re going to be his first guess?”
“Not necessarily. I don’t advertise that my mom is who she is, and it’s not like we have the same last name. Unless he had me investigated there’s no reason for Grossman to connect us.”
Carver could have used his mom’s political clout to get ahead, but he preferred to succeed on his own merits. Obviously, that wasn’t entirely possible. The senior partners at his firm were well aware of who his mother was, but they’d gone along with his preference not to have the fact publicized.
There was no way Grossman would have agreed to be represented by him if he’d known Carver was the son of one of his political rivals.
“So, what are you going to do?”
Carver shrugged. “Hire a PI and see if he can get me a list of members. If I know any of them, I’ll try to get an invite.”
“And if you don’t?”
“Then, I’ll get to know one of them.”
There wasn’t much else he could do. Though The Bank was exclusive and expensive, Carver was exactly the kind of alpha who stood a chance of getting an invite. Wealthy, kinky and newly in possession of an omega—if he could just make some hints to the right people, he should get an invite.
“What are you going to tell Peter?” Tex asked. He was doing bicep curls as he spoke, grunting with each completed rep.
“I’ll tell him the plan,” Carver said. “I don’t want to lie to him.”
Carver wasn’t going to use Peter as an unwitting pawn. It wouldn’t be right, and it wasn’t how he wanted his relationship with Peter to be.
“What if he’s not a good actor?”
“He doesn’t have to be,” Carver said, mirroring what Tex was doing with the dumbbells. “He’ll be gagged and blindfolded. No chance of fucking anything up.”
That part of the plan Carver was looking forward to.
