Free Strict Consequences by Morticia Knight Page B

he should go any further. “But it would involve some of your hard limits and I respect that boundary too much to lay out my offer without your consent first.”
    Garson glanced around the immediate area, checking whether anyone was listening in. While he’d never had a discussion with any Dom, ever, regarding his hard limits, he was aching to scene with Jarvis. He should protest, tell Jarvis that even asking was off limits, but he couldn’t bring the words to his lips.
    Maybe he just knows of another club we can attend. That could work. After the first club he’d gone to, then subsequently refused to attend again, he’d only ever been to Club Consequence. He also typically preferred to have as much information as possible regarding new experiences, but Jarvis was right. He was all twisted up inside and he needed someone with a strong hand to untangle him.
    â€œI’d like to hear your offer, Sir.”
    â€œThank you. But before I get into the details, did you eat before you came here?”
    Garson’s cheeks heated. He’d been punished more than once for not having had enough to eat when they’d done sessions together. He’d be so excited for his weekly scene that he’d get himself too worked up. Since he’d impulsively decided to attend the club after a class that ended at nine and hadn’t had his leathers with him, he’d needed to rush home to shower and change. That had left him precious little time to get to the club. Eating was the last thing that’d been on his mind.
    â€œNo, Sir, but—”
    â€œNo excuses, boy. Your health comes first. Before we do anything else, I’m taking you to dinner.”
    Garson shook his head. Oh no. No, no, no. “Sir, forgive me, but that’s on my list as well.”
    Jarvis tapped a finger to his chin. “Let me make sure I have the wording correct. ‘Interaction is confined to the scene only. The sub will not socialize with the Dom or anyone else either inside or outside of the club.’” Jarvis shrugged. “That’s the essence anyway. And one of your hard limits I was referring to.” He fixed Garson with a probing stare, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a curl.
    â€œI don’t understand.”
    â€œThen let me give you my proposal. You agree to have dinner and socialize with me for two hours. No alcohol, only food and conversation. I get to ask you whatever I want about you and your life, and you’ll answer me with complete honesty. I’ll do the same for you. Whatever you’d like for me to divulge personally, I’ll give you the information freely. In return , I’ll scene with you to your heart’s content at my home dungeon. No time limit. No one-hour cut-off.” Jarvis moved in closer, enough that Garson could feel his heat, inhale his distinctive scent. “I guarantee that my playroom will be to your liking, that the equipment and available implements will be more numerous than you’ve experienced and of the highest quality for your enjoyment. If you don’t agree, you don’t have to stay.”
    â€œI…uh…” He licked his lips. No time restrictions. Unfettered exploration. Garson winced. Two hours of personal chitchat? Nuh-uh. “I’d be more than happy to grab something light then accompany you to your dungeon, but I’m afraid that any sort of discussion of a personal nature is out of the question.”
    The cloud of disappointment that passed over Jarvis’ features made his stomach clench. It made no sense to him why he should overly concern himself with the Dom’s feelings. Why should it matter to him one way or the other?
    â€œThat’s unfortunate. Perhaps I’ll see you Friday. Goodnight.”
    Before Garson had the chance to take a breath, Jarvis was walking away.
    â€œSir! Wait!” He surged forward as he clutched at Jarvis’ arm, the solid muscles near impossible to