be pushed to its limit. In this world he could be himself and not only be accepted, but admired for it. There was a side of Paul that truly wished he could abandon real life and just be a professional submissive.
If only he weren’t living a life for a father who would never be satisfied, because Paul could pretend to hate the pain, but he couldn’t pretend enduring it made him mean or vicious. As it was, he put off joining the Marines for football, but that excuse was only going to last so long. At some point he was going to have to figure out how to pretend to be a killer when he wasn’t even a fighter.
“Bitch, you better drop that knife and back the fuck up!”
Paul lifted his head, the sharp, furious voice cutting through the haze. He frowned at the tall, imposing figure in the doorway. He opened his mouth, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him.
“Fuck you.” Her voice was overly defiant as she growled, “He’s mine tonight. Stand in line.”
Another sharp sear of pain ran down Paul’s back to the point that he dropped his head and groaned once more.
“You cunt!”
Danny rushed at them fast enough that the Domme fell back, dropping the knife with a loud clatter. Fear flashed in her eyes when Danny grabbed her arm, dragging her to her feet.
“Listen to me very closely,” Danny whispered, his voice cutting, demanding attention. “You even think about touching him again and I will get scary in a way you can’t even imagine. I want you to forget you ever met him.”
“Danny Boy,” Paul said, realizing this wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him at all. Danny really was here and the shock of it, mixed with the fear and defiance in the Domme’s eyes, had him coming back to reality. Danny looked very dangerous at the moment. “It’s just a game. You’re overreacting.”
“I don’t wanna hear shit out of you,” Danny snapped at Paul. “Your girlfriend is gonna unlock those cuffs and then we’re leaving.”
“But—”
“Don’t.” Danny shook his head as he glared. “There is nothing you can say that will justify this.”
“Shit,” Paul groaned, falling back on his haunches, staring toward the ceiling. “What’re you doing here anyway?”
“I was invited.” Danny shoved the Domme none too gently back toward Paul. “I’m a business associate of Arty’s.”
“A business—” Paul started, his eyes widening as he looked toward the open door. Arty was standing there, along with a group of other curious bystanders, which meant Danny made a scene before he found Paul. “This is not happening.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual.” Danny’s gaze ran over Paul, the shock and horror evident in his dark eyes. Then his attention darted to the Domme. “Unlock him. Now. Don’t make me ask again.”
“Is he your Master?” she asked Paul, looking unsure.
Paul was silent, not knowing how to answer that question, and still fighting off the shock of Danny being there. Paul’s shoulders ached when she used a key to open the padlock holding his leather cuffs together. He usually loved that feeling, the surge of sensation that ran up his arms once he was freed, but this time he didn’t have time to savor it.
The Domme glared petulantly once Paul was freed, but obviously felt too intimidated to argue now that Danny had announced he was a business associate of Arty’s. None of them said it out loud, but they all knew what Arty’s business was. It was why his parties were ideal for people like Paul, who needed someone who wasn’t too concerned about legalities.
“You didn’t tell me you belonged to someone,” she went on, something in Danny’s look and presence answering the question for her.
“Slipped my mind,” Paul said, his eyes on Danny, whose mood was unpredictable at best. He got to his feet, feeling a wave of dizziness he ignored as he tilted his head toward the door. “I guess you wanna take off.”
“You think?” Danny asked curtly then started
If only he weren’t living a life for a father who would never be satisfied, because Paul could pretend to hate the pain, but he couldn’t pretend enduring it made him mean or vicious. As it was, he put off joining the Marines for football, but that excuse was only going to last so long. At some point he was going to have to figure out how to pretend to be a killer when he wasn’t even a fighter.
“Bitch, you better drop that knife and back the fuck up!”
Paul lifted his head, the sharp, furious voice cutting through the haze. He frowned at the tall, imposing figure in the doorway. He opened his mouth, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him.
“Fuck you.” Her voice was overly defiant as she growled, “He’s mine tonight. Stand in line.”
Another sharp sear of pain ran down Paul’s back to the point that he dropped his head and groaned once more.
“You cunt!”
Danny rushed at them fast enough that the Domme fell back, dropping the knife with a loud clatter. Fear flashed in her eyes when Danny grabbed her arm, dragging her to her feet.
“Listen to me very closely,” Danny whispered, his voice cutting, demanding attention. “You even think about touching him again and I will get scary in a way you can’t even imagine. I want you to forget you ever met him.”
“Danny Boy,” Paul said, realizing this wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him at all. Danny really was here and the shock of it, mixed with the fear and defiance in the Domme’s eyes, had him coming back to reality. Danny looked very dangerous at the moment. “It’s just a game. You’re overreacting.”
“I don’t wanna hear shit out of you,” Danny snapped at Paul. “Your girlfriend is gonna unlock those cuffs and then we’re leaving.”
“But—”
“Don’t.” Danny shook his head as he glared. “There is nothing you can say that will justify this.”
“Shit,” Paul groaned, falling back on his haunches, staring toward the ceiling. “What’re you doing here anyway?”
“I was invited.” Danny shoved the Domme none too gently back toward Paul. “I’m a business associate of Arty’s.”
“A business—” Paul started, his eyes widening as he looked toward the open door. Arty was standing there, along with a group of other curious bystanders, which meant Danny made a scene before he found Paul. “This is not happening.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual.” Danny’s gaze ran over Paul, the shock and horror evident in his dark eyes. Then his attention darted to the Domme. “Unlock him. Now. Don’t make me ask again.”
“Is he your Master?” she asked Paul, looking unsure.
Paul was silent, not knowing how to answer that question, and still fighting off the shock of Danny being there. Paul’s shoulders ached when she used a key to open the padlock holding his leather cuffs together. He usually loved that feeling, the surge of sensation that ran up his arms once he was freed, but this time he didn’t have time to savor it.
The Domme glared petulantly once Paul was freed, but obviously felt too intimidated to argue now that Danny had announced he was a business associate of Arty’s. None of them said it out loud, but they all knew what Arty’s business was. It was why his parties were ideal for people like Paul, who needed someone who wasn’t too concerned about legalities.
“You didn’t tell me you belonged to someone,” she went on, something in Danny’s look and presence answering the question for her.
“Slipped my mind,” Paul said, his eyes on Danny, whose mood was unpredictable at best. He got to his feet, feeling a wave of dizziness he ignored as he tilted his head toward the door. “I guess you wanna take off.”
“You think?” Danny asked curtly then started
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