Free To Say I Love You by Anna Martin Page B

their own homes, so I was hopeful there might be something here for us.
    I found a dedicated BDSM club in Atlanta, which I wasn’t expecting, and they had a regular gay-men-only night, which I definitely wasn’t expecting. There was a gay community here, but I hadn’t thought it would be big enough to warrant the club holding a night for kinky guys. There was a small joining fee and photographs on the website which showed a luxuriously appointed building. It looked a little neat and sterile, and I definitely wasn’t opposed to clean, but in general, dark and dirty turned me on more.
    I copied the link and sent it to Will’s phone. He texted me back a few moments later with a “do it” message. I couldn’t help but chuckle and started composing a message to the men who ran the club night, telling them about Will and me, hoping they’d just let us show up. I knew I could get references from friends of ours pretty quickly if the organizers wanted them, although at a glance it didn’t look like it was that sort of club.
    Will called me straight back.
    “I just took a closer look,” he said. “That place looks amazing.”
    “That’s what I thought.”
    I cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder as I fixed a sandwich and spoke to him at the same time. I was great at multitasking.
    “The first night we could get to is next weekend. That’s the night they hold for gay men specifically, but if we become members of the club, they’re happy for same-sex couples to go at any time.”
    “I know. It’s cool, right? And practically on our doorstep.”
    “Good job, baby. This is going to be fun.”
    “I’m never sure if that tone of voice is a good thing or not,” I said, teasing him as I grabbed a bag of chips and wandered to his seat in the living room.
    “Are you healed up from last time?”
    “Pretty much. Yeah.”
    “Excellent. Then it’s probably a bad thing as far as your ass is concerned.”
    I snorted and rolled my eyes, knowing I was safe since he couldn’t see me.
    “I need you to do something for me,” Will said.
    “Go on.”
    “Can you call Laura, please, and tell her there’s a sealed box just inside the front door of our place? If you give her the address, she’ll ship it to us.”
    “Okay. What’s in it?”
    “When I was home last, I put some of our play kit together,” he said. I could hear him moving through the building he worked in, the noise of coworkers and office gossip mingling in the background. He was clearly watching his words. “If we’re going out, it’s got some useful things in there.”
    I didn’t dare ask for more, just agreed and hung up. When I’d finished lunch, I phoned Laura, satisfied she wouldn’t mind me calling.
    Laura was my old Mistress, the woman who had introduced me to the D/s scene in Seattle when I was still in my early twenties. She was an amazing friend to both Will and I, had been for years, and had hooked us up when she found out she was expecting twins.
    We’d grown apart some over the years as her life started to revolve more around her children and ours became about each other. Despite that, I knew we’d always be close.
    There was no such thing as a quick catch-up with Laura, and it took an hour of conversation before I finally got round to asking her to ship Will’s secret box.
    “Oh, yeah, I’d been wondering when he’d ask for that. Did he tell you what’s in it?”
    “No. Just some stuff. We found a BDSM club in Atlanta, and we’re going next weekend. I’m getting the impression it’s got some of his core gear in there.”
    “Do you have your collar and cuffs there with you?”
    “No. I don’t think so, anyway.”
    “Ooh. You must let me know what’s in there when you open it up.”
    “I will,” I laughed.
    Laura promised to send it express shipping since Will had already left the money to cover the cost, so it would be with us in time for the club night. With Will due home the next day, I wanted to make sure the