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“Hey, Noah, how’s it going? Found anything you like?” Royal asks as he proceeds to put the kids into pairs.
“What are you doing with them now?”
“This is a self-defence class. Everyone should know how to help themselves out of bad situation. Don’t you agree?”
I think of the times I wished I knew how to escape being trapped. “Yes, this is so cool.”
“Would you like to learn? We have adult classes, too, that run in the evenings. Dad teaches them—he taught all of us.”
I look over my shoulder to see where Saint is. I’m surprised when he’s looking at me and frowning. I think of the men who have pushed their luck with me, pushing me into corners in a nightclub, trying to force me to do things I’m not ready to do. “You know, I think I would like to. When you’re my size, it’s easy to be preyed on.”
Royal’s eyes go wide, and it looks like he’s glancing past me. “Have you had trouble, been attacked?”
“No, good grief, nothing like that. Just some heavy handedness in a bar a couple of times. Some men don’t understand no means no, right?”
“It sure does. Why don’t you take a seat and watch what we do?”
I sit on the bench just vacated and watch and listen. I’m aware of someone sitting next to me, nudging me and getting closer than they need to.
“So, you’re the reason Saint hasn’t been to the club lately,” a quiet but hard voice says, getting way too close.
Another man sits on my other side. “All the boys are wondering what’s going on, and then you, wonder-twink, turns up here with Sir. And he can’t take his eyes off you.”
“What have you got that has kept him away? No gag reflex or a permanently lubed hole? You don’t act properly around him, maybe that’s the answer? He likes his boy to be disobedient. We’ve been doing it wrong. Instead of saying yes,Sir and bending over, we should’ve made him work for our submission.”
“But he’s a master with a flogger and fucks like a dream. Don’t you agree?”
Huh?
My brain won’t switch from Noah with my brothers to my workout regime. This is second nature to me. I should be concentrating on pushing my limits, feeling the burn that drives me on. Instead, I’m following his movement around the gym. I want to know what he’s thinking, what he’s seeing in here. I shouldn’t have come with the intention to exercise. Something on the notice board has captured his interest, and I want to know what it is.
My god, what is it I’m feeling for him? Obsession is too creepy, but my Dom is restless. I want him kneeling before me, his focus only on me. Now, he’s with Royal, who looks over Noah’s shoulder to me. What’s been said? My feet lose rhythm, and I stumble on the treadmill. I hit the stop button and get off.
Annoyed, I wander over to the office. Knox has a sardonic expression, humour just below the surface. “Something bothering you, bro?”
“Fuck off!”
“Ooh, tetchy. He’s cute, totally your type. When are you going to claim him?” Knox leans back in the large leather office chair and knits his fingers behind his head. “You’ll need to before someone else makes a move. You’re not the only one watching him.”
“He has no idea about me. To him, I’m his boss, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. I doubt he’s even aware of the scene. He’s naïve, and stumbling into a BDSM lifestyle is not the way to introduce him to relationships.”
“Then you’d better get out there, although it’s probably too late now.” Knox motions to the gym floor through the window.
Tate and Roman, Ro for short, are two boys from Bound, the club my brothers and I are members of. They’re gorgeous boys that I’ve fucked and played with a multitude of times, sometimes with Royal joining us.
“Fuck!” They both look like cats that have had the cream. The smug looks on their faces don’t match the look of confusion—and a little hurt—on Noah’s face. “Gotta go.”
Knox’s chuckle as I leave does nothing but annoy me even further. I all but run across the floor to the open area off to the side of the gym. Tate and Ro are still with Noah when I reach him, boxing him in on the bench. “What’s going on here?”
The two subs jump, startled by my Dom voice. Their faces pale before they drop their eyes down to the floor. “Tate, look at me.” I wait until he lifts his head, two spots of red blooming over his cheeks, as he casts a glance at Noah. “Why are you pestering my employee?”
“We were just saying hello, we haven’t seen him before. Just being friendly.” He blatantly lies to me. The sugary tone and lack of eye contact proves that.
“Is that so? Is Noah going to tell me the same thing? What about you, Ro? You have a guilty look on your face too. Have you been talking about private matters? About my private life?”
“It was just a bit of fun, Sir. Just teasing him. We didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Thank you, Ro. Now, I think you need to get on the treadmills and run for 30 minutes. I think that will make sure you remember to keep quiet about my private life.” I look at Tate. “You, too, Tate. I’ll be watching you.”
