Author: Tiffany Reisz

“How’s my Big Brad Wolfe?” she asked.

He raised a dark eyebrow at her.

“Little Red Riding Crop, what are you doing in my neck of the woods?”

“Causing trouble. Care to help?”

“I don’t know. You still with…” Brad’s voice trailed off and he glanced meaningfully at Michael and Griffin.

“With my priest?” she finished for him. “Yeah, still together. Don’t take it personally. You’re still the second-best sadist in the city.”

“Damned with faint praise,” Brad said, chucking Nora under the chin. “But I can never say no to you, green eyes. What do you need?”

“I reserved a booth for the show. Can you get Junior to it without anyone seeing him?”

Brad looked at Michael, who squirmed slightly in place.

“Nora…how old is he?”

“He’s legal,” she said without batting an eyelash.

“Legal for what?”

Michael coughed.

“I can drive.”

“Good God,” Brad said, laughing and rolling his eyes. “You might actually be more corrupt than Kingsley is, Nor.”

Nora batted her eyelashes.

“You flatter me. Let’s go.”

Nora grabbed Griffin by the sleeve and the two of them disappeared down another flight of stairs.

“Come with me, little boy,” Brad said with a voice that suddenly seemed even deeper than before. Michael swallowed.

“Yes, sir.”

They entered the club through the back door. Michael kept his head down and his eyes on the back of Brad’s shoes. But he couldn’t help but get an eyeful of the craziness going on inside the club. Everywhere he looked he saw celebrities, or at least wannabe celebrities, dressed in costumes. Well, they were dressed like kinky people—or at least how he imagined non-kinky people thought kinky people dressed. He saw lots of latex catsuits on the too-skinny women and the guys wore leather vests and harnesses. It looked more like a super-fancy Halloween party for too-rich teenagers than a sex club to him.

“You work here?” Michael asked as Brad led him to a cordoned-off booth surrounded by a red curtain.

“Someone has to lend an air of authenticity.” Brad closed the curtain and lit a smattering of candles. “I’ve got my own dungeon—the real thing. Ask your mistress about it sometime. I funnel the few real masochists who come here into my place.”

Michael started to ask a question but Nora and Griffin burst into the booth, laughing riotously.

“How did it go?” Michael asked as Nora and Griffin collapsed into the booth.

“Perfect. I hid my face behind my hat,” Nora said, flipping her fedora up her arm and perching it at a rakish angle on her head. “That got their attention. They probably thought I was way more famous than I really am. Then Griffin threatened to punch a photog.”

“You did?” Michael turned to Griffin. “Can’t you get arrested for that?”

Griffin shrugged. “They love getting threatened. Gives them street cred. Plus I paid him two grand to make sure we hit Page Six.”

“Mission accomplished.” Nora took a glass of red wine from a leather-clad waitress. “Showtime,” she said with a wicked glint in her eye.

At the opposite side of the club was a stage. As the club lights dimmed and faded, the stage lights went up. Four shirtless young men carried a beautiful olive-skinned Amazonian woman out to center stage on a divan. The club erupted into applause.

“Wow,” Michael said. “She’s…tall.”

“She’s a dude.” Griffin winked at him. “Mistress Nyx.”

“Seriously?” Apart from the height Michael couldn’t make out any male features on the Amazon.

“Seriously,” Nora said. “There are some hot male dominatrixes out there. Men can hit harder. Something to be said for that. Don’t tell though. Nyx keeps that on the DL.”

Michael nodded. Nyx now had one of the young men by the throat. She bodily forced him against an X-shaped cross and the other young men of her harem strapped him to it.

“St. Andrew’s Cross.” Nora leaned over the table to whisper loudly at Michael. “You know St. Andrew?”

“Um…a martyr?” Michael hazarded a guess. He might be Catholic but there were more saints out there than stars in the sky.

“Exactly,” Nora said with an approving smile. “According to legend he requested that he die on an X-shaped crossed instead of T-shaped as he did not feel worthy to die like his savior. And he was bound and not nailed.”

“Poor guy. Should have gotten nailed before he died,” Griffin said and Nora swatted him on the arm.

“That’s so weird,” Michael said, laughing at the story. “Poor St. Andrew.”

They watched the show in silence for a few minutes. Nyx had a cat-o’-nine-tails, which she used to flog the bound young man, who writhed and screamed on the cross.

“She’s pulling her punches,” Nora said with a knowing look. “She’s barely hurting him at all.”

“You can tell that?” Michael asked, suitably impressed.

She nodded. “First of all, she’s hitting him all for show. Going too slow and hitting him with the flat of the tails and not the tip.”

“But she’s hitting him pretty hard, it looks.” Michael narrowed his eyes at the scene on the stage.

“The tip of the whip is the business end,” Nora said and reached her arm out and touched Griffin’s face. “It’s the difference between this…” She ran the full flat of her hand over Griffin’s cheek. Griffin sighed. “And this.” She turned her hand and flicked Griffin’s ear with the tip of her fingers. Griffin flinched and grimaced.

“Ow, Nor. I’d say my safe word but I forgot it.”

“It was platypus. So yeah, she’s putting on a good show but not hurting him at all.” Nora pointed at the stage, where the young man on the cross continued to cry out dramatically. “We can go to Brad’s dungeon Dark Forest for some decent S&M after. It’s RACK-rules there.”

“Rack?” Michael asked. “Like a real rack?”

“Not a rack-rack. RACK stands for ‘risk-aware consensual kink,’” Nora explained. “As opposed to SSC rules.”

“Safe, sane and consensual,” Griffin said, rolling his eyes as Nora yawned. “Exactly. SSC is tamer. It’s for the moms and dads in the suburbs with the furry handcuffs under the bed.”

“RACK is for people more like us,” Nora said. “People who do the rougher stuff, edge-play, no safe words, et cetera.”

“You and Søren ever play without safe words?” Griffin leaned back and rested his elbows on the back of the booth. Michael’s temperature rose at the sight of the black silk of Griffin’s shirt stretching across his broad chest.

Nora shook her head.

“I said I like the hard stuff. I didn’t say I had a death wish.”

In front of them on the stage, Nyx allowed her harem to free the young man from the cross. He crawled on all fours to her and kissed her booted feet.

“Aah…” Nora sighed. “The good old days. I miss foot worship. Nothing sexier than a male sub doing homage.”

“Can’t disagree with that,” Griffin said, nodding.

“Are there a lot of male subs?” Michael asked as the young man kissed his way from Nyx’s toe to her knee.

“A lot more than people want to admit,” Nora said. “Men especially. You, Angel, are something special but you are not unique. There’s probably as many male subs out there as male doms.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Mick,” Griffin chimed in. “And not just in the gay kink scene, either.”

“The number-one sexual fantasy reported by straight men is having sex with a beautiful woman.” Nora took a deep drink of her wine. “But number two?”

Griffin grinned and held up two fingers. “Number two,” he said, “is being tied up by a beautiful woman and then fucked by her. Even I was fine with that.”

“More than fine, if I remember correctly…” Nora sighed wistfully and winked at Griffin.

“If there’s so many of us,” Michael asked, “then why—”

“Why do you feel so alone?” Nora gave him a long look.

Michael nodded silently.

“You aren’t alone,” she said and Griffin reached out and gave his knee a friendly squeeze. Unfortunately that friendly squeeze caused a very more-than-friendly reaction inside Michael’s boxers.

“Male subs paid for my house, Angel,” Nora continued. “They bought my cars. They made me a very wealthy woman. I had every walk of life in my dungeon—poets and artists, priests and rabbis, cops and robbers.”

“Cops?”

“Oh, yeah. The bigger and tougher they pretend to be, the more likely they are to want a woman to call them a slut and put her foot on the back of their neck.”

“Or another guy.” Griffin glanced at Michael as he said the words.

“Hey, hush, boys, act two is starting.”

Nyx had led her harem offstage. Within minutes they returned, but this time Nyx wore the robes of a Roman goddess. And she rode in on a chariot being pulled by her young men. They had bridles in their mouths and harnesses on their chests.

“Oh, my, pony play. How adorable. I love a pony.” Nora leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand. “They are fun to ride.”

“Whatever.” Griffin rolled his eyes. “Like you’ve ever been on a horse in your life.”

Nora sat up straighter. “I’ll have you know, Master Fiske, that I’ve been horseback riding on multiple occasions. Well, like three occasions. My old intern, Wes, was from Kentucky. Apparently everyone in Kentucky rides horses.”

Griffin shrugged. “Not exactly. Mostly just the Central Kentucky blue bloods. Horses are very expensive pets.”

Nora grinned. “Wes Railey? A blue blood? Kid couldn’t even afford a decent car. Drove a Bug. Poor thing.”

Michael looked at Nora, who was smiling. But her smile seemed strange, forced even. Nothing like her usual smiles.

“Railey?” Griffin cocked his head and stared at Nora. “Like the Kentucky Raileys?”

“Well, he’s a Railey and he’s from Kentucky,” Nora said.

“Know his parents’ names?” Griffin turned away from the pony show onstage and gave Nora his full attention. Nora seemed suddenly uncomfortable.

“Well, his mom’s name is Caroline. I used it in my book that just came out. And his dad’s name is—”

“Jackson.” Griffin finished the sentence for her. “Jackson Railey?”

Nora’s eyes widened.

“Griffin…how did you know that?”

Griffin chuckled and the chuckle turned into a laugh.

“Griffin…” Nora’s voice dropped to menacing levels. “Why are you laughing?”

With a heavy exhale, Griffin dug his iPhone out of his pocket, made some quick taps on it and then smiled at whatever it was he’d pulled up on-screen. He handed his phone over to Nora without a word.

“Son of a bitch,” she breathed. Slowly she handed the phone back to Griffin. Then she quickly got up from the table.

“Where are you going?” Griffin demanded.

“Make sure Michael gets home safe. I’ll meet you back at the house later. Gotta check on something.”

Nora disappeared into the crowd, and Michael found himself suddenly alone with Griffin. He didn’t like how much he liked that.

“Griffin?” Michael whispered. “What did you show Nora?”