Free Bound by Lies by Lynn Kelling Page B

desires hit him at once, but the biggest one a curiosity about whether Shea is there somewhere, ready and waiting. Jenner has had Shea too many times to count, but always with David present, watching and guiding, and only with David’s express consent, as well as Shea’s. It’s not Jenner’s place to ask, though. If David is in the mood to watch his apprentice fuck the breath out of his dutiful, precious slave, David will say so, and arrange it. It’s the only way it will happen.
    The contrast between David and Shea is another thing that has always intrigued Jenner. Shea who is so unassuming, a blue-collar everyman who usually seems so awkward and bashful, who doesn’t come from money and doesn’t boast any great talents other than being able to submit to his Master’s will so completely and spectacularly that as soon as he witnessed Shea and David together, Jenner has wanted that for himself. To have a submissive of his own, who yields so profoundly, trusts so utterly, and gets off on it as much as the Master taking him is the dream, the ultimate goal.
    Seeing starlight catch on the silken strands of David’s short, dark hair, styled so immaculately, the curve of his seductive lips, the glint of steel in his light green eyes, Jenner feels his body reacting greedily to every touch and stroke, and asks, “New blood tonight?”
    David chuckles knowingly and takes firmer hold of Jenner’s cock, which causes Jenner’s smile to falter, overtaken by the ache and need.
    After letting the moment draw out, witnessing Jenner’s every reaction, David suggests, “See what you find.” Squeezing just so, making Jenner’s knees weak, David effectively reminds him how permanent his devotion truly is. “Otherwise, come find me.”
    Releasing Jenner, turning away and striding back to the house, David adds, “Have fun. It’s been too long, you know. We’ve missed you.”
    Wanting to call him back, to beg, to please, to perform and indulge, Jenner sucks hard on the cigarette and throbs with the force of his lust.
    “Fuck,” he sighs, exhaling once David disappears inside once again.
    An hour later, he’s in the thick of it, with bodies all around him, men of all shapes and sizes. The heat of them, the collective musk and sexual energy, coupled with the pervading smoke, heavy bass and plentiful alcohol creates a richly decadent atmosphere. The Dungeon Monitors are out in force, he sees, patrolling the downstairs, watching to enure that the rules are followed and the guests are being safe. Since the place is full of many new faces, David must have brought in extra help to keep the crowd in check. With his leather leash wrapped around a fist, palming the metal clasp on its end, Jenner downs the last of his tequila and scans the crowd for a slave to take. He wants someone small and fit, but beyond that he doesn’t care, as long as he gets off before he goes home. When it was renovated, some of the mansion’s walls were knocked out on the main floor to open up the space, but even so there is still a seemingly endless maze of rooms to wander through, all leading off of the largest space, which holds the bar and the dance floor. He winds his way through all of them without finding what he’s looking for and ends up near the front entrance.
    The open front door is flanked by two imposing guys checking IDs and forbidding entry to anyone who doesn’t make the cut. Just inside the entryway is a counter. Behind the counter, a third security staff member handles the necessary paperwork and financial transactions, asking guests to sign a consent and legal waiver and pay the cover charge. It’s only once you get past the counter that you’re truly welcomed inside.
    The chill blowing in from outside has mostly cleared the area with the exception of a few sweaty slaves in tight miniskirts, cooling off in the draft. Some of them turn and try to catch his attention when they see him, his thickly muscled chest and arms bare and on