Chapter 4

Gesturing to one chair, Ethan commanded in a calm, authoritative tone, "Sit."

Hunter hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, lowering himself onto the seat. His eyes met Ethan's, searching for approval. Ethan gave a slight nod, acknowledging the response.

For a moment, Ethan stood looming over Hunter before settling into the opposite chair.

Ethan leaned back and watched Hunter with a scrutinizing gaze. He noted the man's posture, the subtle nervousness in his eyes, and the way he clenched his fists around the armrests.

Willing to wait for Crosscut to relax, Ethan crossed his legs and studied their surroundings.

The club was a kinkster's dream: heavy, dark furniture, low lighting, and the drumming and pulsing music. The whole atmosphere exuded an aura of control and discipline. Hunter's fingers uncurled from the armrests, and he exhaled a long and slow breath.

Better!

A bit of tension was good, but the biker was as tense as a smuggler spotting a black-and-white.

"We need to discuss your limits and preferences." Ethan's voice was steady and measured. "This is crucial for both our safety and enjoyment."

Hunter swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir."

Ethan leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. "Tell me, what are your hard limits?"

Hunter took a deep breath. "I don't have much experience, but no blood, no permanent marks, and no public humiliation, Sir."

Ethan nodded thoughtfully. "Understood. And what about your soft limits? Things you might be hesitant about but are open to exploring?"

Hunter shifted in his seat. "Breath play, sensory deprivation, and role-playing scenarios," he admitted.

Ethan's lips curled into a small smile. "Good. It's important to communicate these things openly. Consent is key. I won't cross any boundaries we set together."

Hunter's shoulders relaxed.

Ethan locked his gaze onto Hunter's. "What do you enjoy? What excites you about being a submissive?"

Beneath his goatee, Hunter's cheeks flushed a soft pink. "I enjoy the feeling of surrender, Sir. Knowing someone else is in control, someone I trust. It makes me feel... free."

Ethan was pleased with the man's honesty and vulnerability. "Trust is fundamental. I want you to feel safe with me."

"Yes, Sir."

Ethan leaned back once more and widened his legs. He smirked when Hunter's hungry gaze settled on the prominent bulge.

"Good. Now, let's talk about safewords. You'll have one for when you need to pause and another for when you need to stop entirely. Choose something you'll remember easily."

Hunter thought for a moment. "Yellow for pause, and red for stop."

Ethan's eyes twinkled with approval. "Excellent choices. Now, about addressing me. I prefer 'Sir' in formal settings and 'Ethan' when we're in a more casual environment. Is that acceptable to you?"

Ethan wondered why he'd even said that; The club was a formal setting, and tonight was a one-off. Hunter didn't need to know what he preferred outside of the club. Before he could clarify, or correct himself though, Hunter answered.

"Yes, Sir."

Ethan stood up, signaling the end of their initial negotiation. Hunter followed suit. His body was less tense, as if he already leaned into Ethan's dominance. The foundation of trust had been laid, and they were ready to explore the depths of their dynamic.

They stopped by the locker room, where Ethan retrieved his toy bag, before they went downstairs into the dungeon. Ethan was pleased how Hunter followed his orders to a T, as the man followed him at a respectful distance and kept his entire focus on Ethan.

Downstairs, Ethan considered his options. Many of the stations were occupied. The spanking bench was free but… oh yeah … the chain station was available. The spot allowed a Dominant to tie their sub to chains dangling from the ceiling and secure their legs to chains on the floor. It was perfect for what Ethan had in mind.

Mentally he went through Hunter's limits. He halted at the chains and dropped his bag. "Any problems with being chained?"

"No, Sir."

"Any medical issues I should be aware of?"

Hunter frowned. "I'm clean if that's what you're asking."

Ethan smiled. "I know you are. It's part of the club's paperwork and you wouldn't be allowed to play here. What I meant was issues with circulations or maybe certain mental triggers to avoid."

"Oh." Hunter blushed.

Ethan found the trait endearing on the tough biker.

"Sorry, Sir." Hunter lowered his gaze. "No issues I'm aware off."

"Excellent." Ethan squeezed Hunter's shoulder. "Please strip for me." Ethan turned away and took his time rummaging through his bag for cuffs and other essentials. Getting naked in a public area might be difficult for Hunter and Ethan wasn't going to make it harder on the man than it had to be by staring at him.

When he finally turned around, Ethan almost swallowed his tongue. Obviously totally at ease with himself, Hunter stood gloriously naked, his well-defined body highlighted by the proud erection standing from a neatly trimmed groin on display for all to see.

Damn that is a fine specimen of mankind.

Ethan's own cock surged to life with a speed that was bordering painful, and he almost dropped the items. With a nonchalance he didn't feel, Ethan pocketed the lube and anal plug, glad he already clipped the other essentials to his belt.

Closing the distance between them, he said, "You are gorgeous."

"So are you, Sir."

Crowding Hunter, Ethan pushed him backward until they were standing directly beneath the chains.

Working on the wrist cuffs, he asked, "Do you remember your safewords?"

"Red to stop, and yellow to slow down and talk."

"Very good." Ethan rewarded him with a kiss and tutted when he broke the lip lock and Hunter tried to follow his mouth. "Greedy bastard, aren't you? Remember, you're not in control. You take what I give, and only what I give. What word will you use for me to continue?"

"Green, Sir."

"Excellent. For the rules, you can't come unless I give you permission." Ethan sank to his haunches to buckle on Hunter's ankle cuffs. "You're allowed to beg." Unable to resist, he ran his hands up and down Hunter's strong legs before pressing them outward so he could clip the cuffs to the chains. "If you come without permission, you'll get ten medium-hard smacks with my SLUT paddle before I let you clean up your own mess. Understood?"

Hunter stiffened, but replied with a polite, "Yes, Sir."

Ethan rose, making sure to brush against Hunter's erection, before cruelly grabbing and twisting both Hunter's nipples.

Hunter let out a shocked gasp, but his flush deepened.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

Nothing pleased Ethan more than bringing a strong man like Hunter to his proverbial—or literal—knees with the right amount of pain and pleasure. He tugged on one of the chains and attached it to the cuff, then gave the nipple on that side a laving kiss, making sure to use his tongue and teeth to make the bud go taut with need.

When Hunter began to squirm, he released the nipple with a pop and repeated the process on the other side until Hunter's breathing sped up.

Leaving the chains slack for a moment, Ethan pulled the plug and lube from his pockets. "Show me that ass, boy. Bend forward and brace yourself on your upper legs."

Keeping an eye on Hunter's balance, Ethan watched as the man complied. The muscles of his thighs and back bunched and flexed but Hunter didn't seem to have any problem holding the position. From his back pocket, Ethan pulled a disposable glove and smeared a dollop of lube on it. Holding Hunter's hip with the opposite hand, Ethan used his gloved fingers to rim Hunter's ass. Adding more lube each time, he inserted first one, then two and finally three fingers, pumping and scissoring them. His eyes almost crossed at the strong squeeze around the digits. Smacking Hunter on his ass cheek, he pulled out. Just because he liked the pink hue his handprint left; he repeated the move on the other side. "Must make sure you're symmetrical, eh?" Delving his hand between Hunter's legs with the ungloved hand, he played with the man's ball sack and testicles until his legs began to tremble. "Hang on for a moment." Ethan walked away to dispose of his glove.

Using the rest from the lube package, he prepared the plug before working it carefully into Hunter's ass.

"How are you doing, boy?"

Hunter wiggled as much as the floor chains allowed him. "Green, Sir."

"Now that's nice to hear." Ethan landed four hard spanks in quick succession on Hunter's buttocks, before helping him straighten. When Hunter was upright, Ethan tightened the chains, until the biker was standing with his arms in the air in a V.

"Tug on the chains."

Hunter did as ordered.

"Still green?"

"Yes, Sir."

Gliding his eyes over Hunter's body, checking for color and unnatural tension, Ethan told him, "Let me know if anything changes for you or if you feel any tingling or numbness."

"I will, Sir."

His legs trembling, Hunter used the chains to help support his weight. His dick throbbed like a motherfucker and his nipples burned with the aftereffects of Ethan's ruthless, but skillful handling. The man was mastering his body like nobody else had ever done.

His asshole burned around the base of the plug, but the heavy weight of the foreign object inside wasn't unpleasant.

Ethan moved behind him. Time seemed suspended, before the first hits landed on his shoulders. A multitude of strands thudded against his flesh with a force just shy of pain. Hunter dropped his head as he tried to process the sensation. Avoiding his spine and kidneys, Ethan worked down his back, ending with some serious hard slaps to his ass and upper legs.

Then… nothing…

Breathing hard, Hunter tried to lift his head and look behind him. His brain was sluggish, and his body didn't want to obey his mental order.

Ethan appeared in front of him. A gorgeous sight of rolled-up sleeves, pumped forearms, and a heavy flogger. "How are we doing, boy?"

Boy … Hunter's lips curved. With his fucked-up background and childhood, he had to be a man at the age of three. But he didn't mind the nickname.

His mouth curved into what had to be a dopey smile. "Green, Sir."

A masculine hand wrapped around the base of his cock and slid to the tip and back, using a bit of his precum as lubrication. "Fuck!" he garbled.

"Be. Silent."

Ethan stepped back and worked the flogger over the front of his body. Hunter bit back a curse when the tip of a strand wickedly struck his left nipple. As if to show it hadn't been an accidental touch, the flogger stung his other nipple in exactly the same way. It was too much, and it wasn't enough.

He almost jumped out of his skin when the thing in his back hole started to vibrate. His eyes snapped open and collided with Ethan's midnight-blue gaze. Why the man preferred to cover those gorgeous orbs with sunglasses was beyond him.

With a grin, the detective Dom held up a small device and punched a button. The vibrations in his ass changed its rhythm—it was a fucking remote control.

Keeping their gazes locked, Ethan switched the pattern a few times, until settling on a deep buzzing that seemed to reverberate through Hunter's lower body as if it encased his entire groin. More precum leaked from the head of his cock and trickled warmly down the inside of his leg.

"Remember not to come."

Hunter curled his hands into fists and fought back his primal urges.

"Such a good little biker boy."

Unclipping something that looked like a rounded paintbrush from his belt, Ethan gripped the base of Hunter's cock with his left hand and ran the tips of the brush over Hunter's shaft.

"Oh. My. God!" Hunter shouted.

Ethan smirked wickedly and proceeded to torture Hunter with the brush hairs.

Clamping his lips together, Hunter tried to process all the different sensations until he was floating on a cloud in a midnight-blue sky in the exact color of Ethan's eyes.