I want to belong here.
Tyrone Zade shook his head. No, he wanted to
belong to someone at Club Desire. He wiped his
hands on the legs of his leather pants and blew
out a long breath. He’d loved coming to the club
each of the four times he’d visited. He knew
what he liked and what he wanted to do when he
got there. No names or major details—just
playing. Most of all, no sex.
He’d adhered to his rules for the last four
months and kept his visits to once every four
weeks, coinciding with when he’d returned to
town between games. Talking to anyone about his
job wasn’t an option. He wanted to keep his
career as the first baseman for the Red Devils
separate from his need to be spanked and tied
down. Hell, until he’d spoken to Rocke Houseman,
he hadn’t felt confident enough to visit the
club in the first place. Once he’d realized
people would do what he needed and keep quiet,
he’d known he had to go to Club Desire.
Ty straightened his shoulders. He’d paid his
admittance for tonight’s special event.
According to the signs, the club was throwing a
Raining Men party. He’d seen the advertisements
for the recurring bash a more than once but had
never been in town at the right time. Tonight
was perfect for a lot of things, especially
meeting his Dom outside of a scene.
He stepped into the main playroom and scoped out
the situation. People milled around, watching
porn movies being projected onto the walls. On
the main floor, three couples were in the midst
of sex acts. Doms, some he recognized and others
he didn’t, orchestrated a few of the scenes
along the edge of the space. He snorted. He
wasn’t sure why he’d expected to see a few
women. Not tonight. Raining Men must’ve been
aimed strictly at gay men.
Standing along the edge of the room was an
option, but not a good one. If a Dom spotted him
and decided he should be part of a scene, Ty
would have to comply. He wasn’t collared by
anyone—not yet. He wanted his Dom, Leo, to do
it, but they hadn’t spent enough time together
for such a situation to take place.
Ty toyed with the black band around his wrist.
On the baseball field, he knew just what to do.
Get out there and play. But in the club, his
confidence melted. Rocke had mentioned settling
down, but part of Ty wanted to stay free. Why
tie himself down to one guy, especially when he
wasn’t ready for the entire baseball league to
know he was gay? And what if he couldn’t find
someone he wanted to settle down with? Why
choose someone who might be only “good enough”?
Or had he set his standards too high?
God, he’d crawled too far into his own head
again. He was here to have fun. If he ran into
Leo, good, but right now, he just wanted to
dance and let loose for a little while.
Rocke strolled past him and grinned. “Get out
there. You paid the hundred bucks. Get your
money’s worth.” He headed over to two men at the
Ty sighed. He’d come to the event to hook up
with Leo and he’d never get anywhere standing
along the edge. What was wrong with joining a
group already together? Or finding someone for
the night? Because they weren’t Leo. But Leo
probably didn’t see him as anything other than
another random sub.
He noticed a group of four men gathered on the
couch. Glitter billowed around the room, except
for where these guys were knotted together.
“Care to dance?” A man with a harness across his
chest and a tiny g-string writhed beside Ty.
“You want to. Come on before one of the Doms
snaps you up.”
Ty didn’t argue as the guy pulled him into the middle of the room. Throbbing techno music nearly blotted out what the man said, but Ty wasn’t paying attention. He’d noticed one of the individuals on the couch—Leo.