Blackwell was having a problem keeping his shit together. The plan had been simple. Pop into San Antonio for a few days on business, hook up with his old friend Tanner Sloat, score a guest pass at whatever club Tanner now belonged to, and spend a couple of nights satisfying his urges as a Dom. All he was looking for was a chance to play with someone new before he headed back to Dallas. Relieve the tension of countless long days of grueling business meetings. He’d been shocked the first time he realized how much he enjoyed the kinky side of sex. Administering pain, seeing a sub enjoy the effects of it. The rush of pheromones through her system and the physical effects were unignorable across her flesh. The adrenaline rush—for her as she embraced the pain and for himself as he administered and knew it was giving her pleasure. Having someone trust him enough to put herself completely under his control. Knowing he had that power, a power he never abused, always gave him a rush. He enjoyed being unattached, spending his playtime at the club where he was a member.
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