Creigh Delacroix works for a sadistic man, one who likes to humiliate his employees every chance he gets. Confused by the desire he feels when one of his co-workers is made a spectacle of, he can’t ignore the driving lust. Creigh does his work and usually stays out of the line of fire, but when he breaks the rules, he’s the one kneeling at his boss’ feet, his heart pumping.
CFO Gabriel Etienne has always tried to balance his brother’s aggressive behavior, but when he sees Creigh on his knees—and clearly enjoying it—he’s intrigued by the quiet man.
A mysterious coin shows up on Creigh’s desk—an invitation to the most exclusive BDSM club in all of New Orleans, Le Cachot. Creigh can’t ignore his curiosity and goes willingly… and ends up serving a new master.
Welcome to Level One of Le Cachot…
The longer he had spied on the members, the harder his cock had gotten. Pressing painfully against the leather pants he wore, his shaft was throbbing with need. Pre-cum already dripped from the tip. The desire to pull his dick out and jerk off then and there was enticing. The displays of dominance and discipline just outside the doors were exhilarating.
Then how much better was it inside?
Creigh rubbed his cock through his pants, readjusting himself to offer relief, and then grasped the token in his palm. His hand was sweaty around the coin, his nerves getting the better of him. Moving closer to the elevator he’d spied the others getting into, he slowed his pace as he watched two men walking up together, one covered in ropes and knots. The sub was naked except for the rope wound around him, his cock and balls hanging before him for anyone to see. Shock filled Creigh as he observed the pair together, the intense attraction to what he was seeing making him almost dizzy with need. The master wore black leather, his pants similar to the ones Creigh now wore, but instead of a simple black t-shirt, the master wore a leather harness that showed off a muscled physique.
Creigh wasn’t gay, or at least, he’d never felt an attraction to another man. But for some reason, seeing the two handsome, hard-bodied males together excited him more than any of the others he’d seen so far.
Staying back in the shadows, Creigh watched the interaction between the two as they made their way to the elevator. The subs bare feet padded over the concrete, and he only walked on the balls of his feet, more than likely due to the intricate binding around the tops of his thighs. His hands were bound behind him, fists clenched tight as he moved. The master used a small crop to urge his sub forward.
A shudder ran through Creigh. To be used like that, his body abused carnally—that was his sole desire and the impetus that pushed him closer to the door. He waited for the two to get inside the car before moving closer and hitting the Up button.