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understand. He resembles an angel but he’s part demon. Fortunately Joe is a very strict Dom with a well-deserved reputation for discipline. Exactly what that brat needs.”
    “Olly has a heart of gold,” Alistair said. “He’s an amazing friend, but he does have a tendency to get up to mischief.”
    Beau nodded. “Can’t disagree with that. Aiden is much more stable—in fact, you’d probably get along really well with him, he’s something of a genius when it comes to computers. You could discuss interesting equations or something.”
    “I already know Aiden… Well, know of him,” Marty said. “Becket sings his praises all the time, and it was Aiden who worked out the Templar connection to the bombing I got caught up in.”
    “Of course… I didn’t make the connection,” Beau said. “It sure is a small world. You and Aiden have the same boss. Talk of the devil… Dave!”
    Beau waved to attract Dave Becket’s attention and soon their little group had grown to six as Becket and Christian joined them. Beau wondered how Marty might react to his boss seeing him with leather around his neck.
    “Good evening, Marty, enjoying yourself?” Becket asked as he took a seat.
    “Yes, Sir, very much, thank you.”
    Marty had a light flush on his cheekbones but Beau didn’t think it had anything to do with embarrassment.
    “I keep telling you to call me Becket, Marty. Beau might take exception to you calling another man ‘Sir’.”
    Marty tensed. Beau had no doubt that Marty had applied the honorific to Becket out of habit and a natural subservience to a more Dominant man, but he didn’t want him to worry. He carded his fingers through Marty’s hair, settling him. “We haven’t discussed appropriate forms of address yet, Becket. I’m happy with Beau. For now.”
    The stress disappeared from Marty’s frame and he relaxed against Beau. It felt good and right for Beau to have Marty in his lap, holding him, taking care of him. Beau had never felt so much at ease with a man he’d only met a couple of times. As his friends chatted and caught up on the latest news, Beau pulled Marty close. “The show will be starting soon. It’s a whipping demonstration. Are you going to be okay with that?”
    “Yes…Sir.”
    Beau met Marty’s questioning gaze. Marty had let the ‘Sir’ roll off his tongue in a way that made Beau think he was experimenting, testing Beau’s reaction. Beau’s cock certainly had no problem responding and Beau had little doubt that Marty would be able to feel the physical reaction. He could… A pleased smile played around the corners of Marty’s lips. Beau’s smile was a little more rueful. Marty read expression and body language as he might a demanding textbook. They were puzzles to be solved. Beau was going to have to practice his poker face.
    Beau swiveled Marty around in his lap. He positioned Marty’s limbs so that his legs were spread and his hands resting on his thighs.
    “Comfortable?”
    “Mmm.” Marty’s back pressed against Beau’s chest. His head rested in the crook of Beau’s shoulder and his ass was in the perfect place to feel every jerk of Beau’s cock. It was a shame Marty had clothes on. Watching the show with Marty naked in his lap, preferably impaled on Beau’s cock, would have added to the ambience. Beau grinned, glad that Marty could not observe the lascivious expression that Beau knew must be on his face.
    The club lights dimmed and the volume of the background music reduced. A single spotlight illuminated the center of the stage where a St. Andrew’s Cross had been erected. Marty stiffened. He stared toward the stage, transfixed. Beau rested a hand lightly on Marty’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
    “Okay?”
    Marty nodded but didn’t turn around.
    “The bullwhip isn’t a toy. These guys know what they’re doing,” Beau said quietly in Marty’s ear.
    The Dom that strolled confidently onto the stage had ebony skin and the muscles of a