Page 13 of Primary Seduction
Frederick nodded and stood from the booth, allowing Max to follow suit.
“Nice to meet you, Frederick. Hope to see you again soon.” There was the Asher, Max knew and loved, always unfailingly polite.Max chuckled to himself, remembering the exception.Sean had pissed Asher off, and Max had been witness to the epic confrontation that had taken place in Pop’s one day last year. Looking at Asher, you wouldn’t believe he could hurt a fly, but he certainly took no prisoners when he had decided on something, that was for sure.
Frederick rested a hand on Max’s back as he led the way through the throng to the front exit; that was his way of showing he cared but not overtly showing his Dom side. Max knew he would be able to greet friends should he see them, but he also knew that Frederick wouldn’t allow him any such thing as soon as they were at their destination. And that was what Max needed tonight. He needed to be free.
The volume of the music muted as the door closed behind them, leaving them in the chilly end of a winter’s night. Max shivered, even through the thick coat he’d picked up from the hangers by the front door.
“Come.” Frederick’s voice brooked no denial, and Max automatically obeyed as he’d been wanting to do all night. He followed Frederick to his car, and Frederick opened the passenger door, indicating Max should get in. He did without delay, knowing their destination was minutes away. His thoughts already began the journey towards his end goal—subspace. He knew Frederick could get him there in next to no time, and he wanted there as soon as possible.
Frederick sat in the driver side and started the engine. “What do you want from tonight? Speak freely.”
Max shivered at the cadence in his voice, looked at him and obeyed. “I want subspace. I want to be free. I want to forget. And to remember. And everything in between.”
Frederick’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what you want, do you? Never mind. I do. Leave it with me.” He clipped Max’s seatbelt and his own, then started towards their destination. “I know what you need. You know the rules from now on, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” Max said, eyes lowered to his lap.
The rest of the drive was in silence, and although Max kept his submission complete, his mind whirled with memories of tonight’s party. He remembered when Trent had found him and Frederick in the garden; Trent’s face had been happy and the smile he’d given Max was…indescribable. The minute Trent saw Frederick, his face had turned to thunder, his body language closed off. He couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Max kept trying to figure out what was going on, but he had no idea. He’d had the thought before that maybe Trent was bisexual, but Trent had never confirmed that, so Max had nothing to go on.
“Max.” The hardened voice brought him back to the present. He must have missed an instruction. Inwardly, he winced. Not a great start. He kept his head lowered but canted it ever so slightly so show he had heard. “Exit the car, walk two steps behind me as we walk to the entrance. You know the rules once we enter this place.” Statement, not a question, so no answer required.
Max opened the passenger door and got out, shutting it again behind him. He waited until Frederick had walked around the car to him, then did as was asked until they reached the entrance. His Master pressed his thumb to the reader, and it turned green.
“I’ll be waiting just inside.”
Frederick entered and closed the door behind him. The club insisted on every member being identified by thumbprints, so Max followed suit, soon standing next to Frederick once more. Frederick led the way, Max meekly followed behind, head slightly higher than usual to allow him to see in the darkened area without needing assistance.
This was the usual protocol for the AN clubs. Thumbprints identified all members and cameras installed over the entrance doors allowed them to be recorded.
It was a safety precaution the company used to ensure that ‘extra’ people were not brought into the clubs without having been properly security checked beforehand. Max had heard rumours that it had happened several times, and the members who had managed to get these ‘extras’ into the club were removed from the premises, deregistered immediately and would not be allowed back in ever again.
This was the type of security that AN had in place to protect its members, and Max was more than satisfied with the safety measures.
Frederick stopped at the counter, talking quietly with the hostess. He received a key, nodded his head and turned towards Max. Max saw all of this while his head was lowered, eyes not quite as low as they should be, which he rectified as soon as he saw Frederick begin to turn.
“Follow me.”
Max followed Frederick through the main room and down a corridor to a room. Max had been in this room before—several times in fact—it was Frederick’s playground, and Max felt some of the tension seep out of his body at the knowledge of what would happen in this place.
Frederick opened the door and allowed Max to pass. “Strip.” His voice had taken on the complete Dom tone now; he didn’t have to hide here either.
Max immediately did as he was told, laying his clothes along the top of the dresser placed there for that purpose—and the purpose of holding toys. From this point on, anything Frederick did was up to Frederick. He knew Max’s limitations, and Max trusted him. This whole situation wouldn’t work if he didn’t trust Frederick with everything.
“What is your safeword?”
Standard protocol—checking safewords. “Monochromatic.” Max almost smiled when he told Frederick his agreed upon safeword. It was a pun for his own humour. He hated everything to do with monochromatic things; hated the idea of lots of things all being the same colour. Hence the reason for the safeword. He’d hate to use it—never had so far—but he would if he had to. Same went for his business.
“Good.”
Facing away as he was, Max heard rustling, then a blindfold was put in place, eliminating his vision, but enhancing his other senses. More tension seeped out of his body. He heard noises being made, some he could figure out, some he couldn’t but he knew Frederick was getting ready. Without his vision, he was limited with what he could do without instruction or assistance. He knew roughly the layout of the room but not enough to keep from tripping over.
Frederick took hold of his arm and walked him to where he wanted him, giving verbal instructions as needed. He pushed Max slightly further forward until he felt a cool, hard surface at his front. Grabbing his wrist, Frederick lifted it and secured it in a strap, tightening it well—the soft inner surface comfortable on his skin. His other wrist was secured the same way. Frederick kicked Max’s feet further apart but didn’t secure them. Max leaned his head forward against the cool surface, ready to begin his journey.
Max felt a hand glide from his shoulder blades down his spine to his ass. Sharp slaps sounded as Frederick spanked him three times on each cheek in quick succession. Max knew this was just the warm-up and tried not to tense. The stinging sensation slowly died away when nothing else happened, leaving a simmering warmth behind. Max heard a brushing sound as if the wind rustled in the trees, and his mind automatically associated the sound with a flogger.
“Count to ten for me.”
Max was given no time to brace himself as the flogger rustled through the air and hit his sensitive cheek. He flinched slightly. “One,” he said.
