Page 94 of Rogue Royal
“Thank you, Clarice.”
Douglas guided him through a doorway and into what appeared to be a changing room, then took a right into another large room.
“This is the Monitors’ room. You can use my locker for anything you don’t want to take with you.”
Mav withdrew his wallet, and Douglas slipped off his jacket, hanging it inside. Douglas turned to him.
“There is something I’d like you to wear. Subs often wear a collar to show they have a Master. It also tells other people you are not open to invitation. Would you be willing to wear mine?”
Mav’s eyes filled. “I’d love to.”
Douglas pulled something from his locker and held it up for Mav to see. It was a solid circle of silver, with a small padlock at the front.
“You don’t have to use the lock straight away. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t take this off.”
“It’s perfect. Will you put it on?”
Douglas’s hands shook as he fitted the choker-style collar and clicked the lock into place. Mav turned to the mirror and smiled, brushing his hand over the lock. There was something soft and elegant about the collar that made him feel less rugged and more cared for.
“I love it.” He whirled around. “I love you.”
“I love you. Remember, we can take it off whenever you want.”
“It’s staying. Trust me.”
Douglas rewarded him with a gentle kiss, then grinned and dragged him to the door. Mav’s stomach filled with butterflies as they crossed to the main doors and stepped across the threshold.
The first thing Mav noticed was the noise, or rather, the lack of noise. It wasn’t silent, but he’d expected the hustle and bustle of a nightclub environment, and although there were plenty of people around, there was soft music and gentle conversation. There were also moans and groans, but he put it aside for the moment.
They stood a few steps inside the door, and Douglas slipped his arm around his waist. Douglas had already told Mav the rules, so when another Master approached, Mav lowered his gaze, though he didn’t let go of Douglas.
“Master Douglas, nice to see you.”
“The same to you, Master Frederick.”
“I see you’ve brought your sub for his first visit. How are you finding it so far, Mav?”
Mav didn’t raise his eyes but answered, “Intense, sir.”
“I can imagine. Well, remember, if for any reason you need help and Douglas isn’t around, find one of the Dungeon Monitors or someone you know from the other side of your life. No one will hurt you on our watch.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Take it easy on him now, Master Douglas. We want him to return.”
They chuckled, and Douglas pressed his lips to his ear. “Well done. Let’s check out what’s around.”
Mav lifted his head a little to study his surroundings as they wandered, but he lowered his gaze if he needed to. He didn’t want to cause Douglas any problems.
They stopped in front of a window, and Mav glanced in to see a man strapped to a bench of some sort, with another man pounding into him from behind. Mav’s breath caught, and he couldn’t look away.
“We call this a fuck bench,” Douglas whispered in his ear after he stood behind him and wrapped his arms around Mav’s waist, linking his fingers in front. “The recipient can’t get away and has to take everything given to him.”
Mav watched as the Master raked his nails down the sub’s back, and the only movement Mav could see was the slight lifting of the sub’s head and the clenching of his fingers and toes. Mav felt his cock stir at the vision.
“They know we can see them, but they can’t see us. It means they don’t know when someone is watching,” Douglas continued, his fingers sliding under Mav’s shirt and scratching gently at his skin. Heat flooded Mav’s body, and he rested back against Douglas. “See how the sub wants to squirm and buck but can’t. They are at their Master’s mercy.”
Douglas lowered his free hand and covered Mav’s groin, Mav bucking to gain friction, his eyes locked on the two men through the window. Within seconds, Douglas moved his hand away, and Mav whimpered.
