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it belonged to Carey Hoffman, who occupied a prime table near the edge of the dance floor. He gave Marty a gentle tug and guided him over. Carey stood to greet them.
    “Good to see you, Beau. Christian said you might be along tonight. He and Becket will be here for the show in a little while.”
    Beau shook Carey’s hand. “We’d love to join you. This is Marty… Marty, this is Carey Hoffman, owner of The Underground.”
    Carey nodded at Marty. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Marty. My partner, Alistair, will be back soon, he’s at the bar getting drinks.”
    “Hi,” Marty said, his voice soft.
    Carey smiled and retook his seat. Beau slid in next to Carey and pulled Marty onto his lap.
    “Is this okay?” Beau whispered in Marty’s ear.
    Marty nodded, leaned against him and looked around at everything, wide-eyed and a little flushed. Every now and again, he touched the collar around his neck as if to check it was still there.
    “We had a delicious meal in the restaurant, Carey. Your chef is worth his weight in gold,” Beau said.
    Carey grinned. “He is. You’d never guess he was a sub by the way he orders everyone around in the kitchen, but once he’s out of that environment he undergoes a personality transplant and becomes the sweetest man. Mind you, he can wind his Dom round his little finger. All he has to do is threaten to withhold home-baked treats. Ah, here’s Alistair.”
    A slender blond wearing skintight black leather trousers and a diaphanous silver shirt approached the table, balancing a tray of drinks, which he slid onto the table. Carey pulled him down for a kiss.
    “Thank you, love. You know Mr. Beauman, and his companion is Marty,” Carey said by way of introduction.
    “Hello,” Alistair said with a dimpled smile. “I saw you at the table so I brought some extra glasses and bottles of water over. It was busy at the bar!”
    “Harry, the bar manager, is away for a while,” Carey explained. “He and his sub, Kai, are up at The Edge, taking a course. Goran, the deputy manager, is doing his best, but it’s a little frantic.”
    “What’s The Edge?” Marty asked but then cast his eyes down as if realizing that he’d spoken out of turn.
    Beau tucked a knuckle beneath Marty’s chin and lifted his head. “Ask all the questions you like, sweetheart. If I want you to be silent, I’ll tell you.”
    Marty’s smile was so sweet that Beau knew he’d said exactly the right thing.
    It was Alistair, after a quick check for permission from Carey, who answered Marty’s question. “The Edge is an amazing place. It’s a company that provides specialist training courses, mainly for the security services, but two Doms own it. Heath and Joe run BDSM courses as well. Everything from a beginner’s introductory workshop to advanced knife play and bondage. They cover things you might not expect as well, like psychology, human anatomy, diet and nutrition… All kinds of subjects that can be useful for people who are heavily into the lifestyle.”
    Carey nodded. “We recommend courses at The Edge to all our members and the vast majority have been up to Yorkshire more than once.”
    “Their place is on this cool island just off the coast with its own causeway to the mainland,” Alistair added.
    “It sounds amazing.” Marty conjured up his best pleading expression. “Maybe we could go one day?”
    Beau almost melted into his seat. Marty’s words meant that he could see a future for them, and Beau really liked the warm feeling that gave him.
    “Of course if you do go you’ll get to meet Joe’s sub, Olly, and Aiden, he’s Heath’s sub. The two of them couldn’t be more different but if you’re after a variety of perspectives on the lifestyle from a submissive’s point of view they’ll tell you anything you want to know. And I do mean anything!” Alistair giggled.
    “He doesn’t mind sharing personal stuff?” Marty asked.
    Beau gave him a gentle squeeze. “If you’d met Olly, you’d