Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Tad snickered and took another bite as Breck deliberated on how to proceed.
“Ever been in his dungeon?”
Tad choked on his burger. Gulped down some fluids. “Um… Yes.”
Is he blushing?
How very interesting.
Breck laughed. “Is that all I get? Yes? Come on. Fuckin’ spill. What’s it like? Kinda sounds intense.”
“It is,” Tad concurred. “Very much so. But… some of the shit in there, I’m not gonna lie, is pretty cool.”
“Cool?” Breck’s brows went up again.
“Okay, make that hot.” Tad’s cheeks flushed pinker, even as he fought a grin.
Damn. Now Breck’s curiosity was on fire. Exactly what sort of stuff did Max have in his lair? And would that District place Kai wanted to take Breck to have comparable things?
Still messing with his coaster, he went on. “That night at Scott’s place… The night Kai dommed for Sean… After you and Scott left, Kai told me he worked at a place like Max’s dungeon.” Fuck it, the littlest white lie. “Called it Dom District or something. You ever heard of that place?”
Tad’s brows hiked up into his bangs. “Uh…yeah. Scott’s mentioned The District before.”
“The District? Not Dom District?”
“Same thing.” Tad waved a hand dismissively. “It’s actually called Dom District but people call it either.”
“Ah, gotcha.” Breck made a mental note.
“Anyway,” Tad continued. “Scott used to pull some monitoring shifts there from time to time.”
Nice. They were finally getting somewhere.
Breck sat up straighter. “Really? Wow. So, like, what’s the place about?”
Tad glanced around, as if they were talking about confidential shit. “Well, I mean, I’m not super versed on the specifics, but I get the impression it’s like its own private community. Pretty hush hush.”
Breck smirked. “Like, what, some secret society?”
“More like some secret hard-core sex club.” Tad laughed a little. “But just for guys.”
Dayum.
Breck scratched his cheek. “You ever gonna go there?” Good God. His timbre just dropped like ten fucking octaves.
Luckily, Tad hadn’t seemed to notice. Was busy at the moment fighting an adorably boyish grin. “God help me, but yeah, I might. Scott says he wants to take me… for shits and giggles.”
Breck chuckled. “You gotta tell me how that goes.”
Tad snorted. “Depending on how that goes, I’m not promising anything.”
“Fair enough,” Breck laughed. He quieted a second later. “So, you’re not nervous or anything? You know… about going to that place?”
“Yeah. Sure. Of course.” He shrugged. “But honestly, dude? I just came out of the closet. And nothing’s as scary as that. So, I figure if I could take that on, I can pretty much handle anything. Within reason.”
He lifted a French fry and added, “Which isn’t to say I won’t be keeping in mind how much Scott loves to make me squirm. Because I will.” He shook his head. “That man, I swear it turns him on. So, don’t get me wrong; I’ll definitely still be bracing for some embarrassing shit.”
Breck snickered. “Your man sounds like a punk.”
“Oh, he absolutely is. But for some reason, my dumb ass totally loves it. Makes shit fun, ya know? Especially when I punish him for it later.”
Breck quirked a brow. “Punish? Now you sound like a Dom.”
Tad’s lips curved… and then he flushed. “Scott’s a very good teacher.”
Breck made a face. “I don’t wanna know.”
“Good. ’Cause I wasn’t gonna tell you.”
Breck laughed. “So that’s all you got on that District place? No tales of psychopathic sadists or torture chambers?”
Tad tamped a chuckle. “No. Just a shit ton of guys whose idea of having fun is, well, varied and unique.”
Breck pondered that. Didn’t sound overly concerning. And if Scott was fine with taking Tad, then it must not be so bad. In truth, being around so many guys of like orientation sounded almost refreshing. A safe, communal space to congregate, tailored specifically for them.
Breck peered across the table at his buddy. If shy guy Mitchel could brave it, then so could he. Besides, he’d be wearing a face covering. And Kai would be with him the whole time, watching his back.
Kai…
An odd warmth welled in his chest.
He wanted to see him again. And take him up on his offer. To be daring and bold in the face of uncharted territory. And hopefully, in the process, he’d gain some peace of mind. Kai claimed his model interactions were strictly platonic, but Breck just couldn’t grasp how such a thing was even possible. Kai had to touch them, after all, in intimate regions. His skilled fingers sliding all over their skin. Masterfully and methodically binding them in provocative positions.
How the hell could that not be sexual? Yet Kai seemed confident that once Breck saw, he’d understand.
And currently, Breck really wanted to understand.
Which, ugh, was beyond lame. Why should he care?
He held no claim. Kai wasn’t his man—nor did Breck want him to be.
Or, at least, he didn’t think he did…
What’s more, why was Kai making such an effort to reassure him?