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It’d been too long since he’d been in this situation. At a club with a willing submissive. His fingers itched with the need to dominate her.

“What I am wondering,” he said, “is what you’re here for tonight. What are you looking for? What do you need?”

She seemed pleased with his approach, and he wondered what kind of Doms she’d played with before who had not been as direct. “I like impact play. A little bit of humiliation. No sex.”

His cock protested. No sex?

Oh well. He enjoyed impact play. And he was willing to hand out a little bit of humiliation. As for sex, well, there was always his right hand.

He took a deep breath, decided on his course of action, and gave her a smile. “I believe I can give you exactly what you want, Ronnie. Let’s chat a bit more and then we’ll see, shall we?”

Hours later, he packed a satisfied and very much more subdued Ronnie into a cab. He’d offered to drive her to her house once he cleaned up, but she resisted. If she hadn’t given him her phone number, he’d have thought she wasn’t interested in seeing him again.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit rejected. Something was off, but he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly gave him that vibe.

“Good scene tonight?” a familiar voice asked.

He looked up from packing his toys back into his bag to find Lennox standing nearby with Mariela at his side.

“Lennox. Man.” Terrence gave him a one-armed hug. “How are you?” He didn’t speak to Mariela since they were at a club and Lennox hadn’t given him permission.

“I’m great.” Lennox turned to look at Mariela, and at her smile, he lowered his head for a kiss.

Terrence chuckled. It was so good to see Lennox in love. If anyone deserved a long stretch of blissful happiness, it was Lennox. “I can see that. When’s the wedding?”

“We’re still discussing. I want a small and intimate ceremony. Marie wants to stop by a courthouse.” Lennox shook his head. “Which probably means we’ll be stopping by a courthouse. Though we do have a wedding to attend in New Orleans, and I’m hoping that’ll change her mind.”

The look she shot him very clearly said not likely.

“How did it go tonight?” Lennox asked again. He knew how hard it had been for Terrence to get back into the scene after his breakup with Andie.

“It was good. Enjoyed Ronnie. I can’t shake the feeling something is off though.”

Lennox didn’t say anything. In fact, it was so unlike him that Terrence glanced up to see if something was wrong. His friend had turned pale.

“What?” Terrence asked.

“Ronnie?” his friend asked. “You played with Ronnie?”

He was definitely missing something.

“Yes, do you know her?”

“Do I know her? No. But I know of her father. Perhaps you’ve heard of Senator Lewis?”

It took a second or two for that information to sink into his head. Senator Lewis was a very vocal, very right-wing conservative politician from either Alabama or Mississippi. Hewas the spokesperson for the ultraconservative viewpoint. And rumor had it the wealthy senator had ruined quite a few careers in his time.

And Terrence had tied up his daughter and beaten her.

Granted, she had asked for it, and he’d given her multiple orgasms. Yet somehow he doubted that would go over very well with Senator Lewis.

“Fuck,” Terrence said. Another thought crossed his mind. “Wait a minute. How old is she?” He didn’t think it was his imagination that he had remembered reading about her during the last election. He was quite positive she been under eighteen then.

His hands started to shake. What if she was underage? Suddenly, information that the club’s owner never let anybody in who was under twenty-one didn’t matter much. After all, everyone made mistakes. Although his was turning out to be colossal.

“She just turned nineteen,” Lennox said immediately, and Terrence breathed a huge sigh of relief.

“At least she was legal. I was worried there for a minute.” Still, nineteen was much too young for him. And for the club. What had the world come to? Was he going to have to card future play partners?

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