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except for Issy , and now Johnson. She gave
me the nickname when we were kids and hasn’t let it go yet.” The man was too
cute, beyond words as he chuckled when he spoke. El it would be then, thought
Dalton, because he had every intention of getting to know the sexy creature
seated next to him.
    One of the boys who worked at the club brought
Dalton a new glass, orange juice with a splash of mango and pineapple over
crushed ice. His favorite non-alcoholic drink. As he
took the glass from the sub, Dalton motioned to El, silently asking if he would
like a refill.
    “I don’t drink a lot.” Dalton said. “This is a
favorite concoction of mine, and non-alcoholic. I’ll have the sub bring one for
you.” He nodded to the server. The sub smiled as he walked away to get the new
juice order.
    “Master Dalton,” the boy said handing him the
drink for his guest. “Tony said he put an extra splash of pineapple in for your
guest.” Dalton gave the boy a nod and a smile as he turned to leave and Dalton
noticed Eldridge’s eyebrow perked up at the words Master Dalton . Interesting ,
thought Dalton.
    Dalton handed Eldridge the juice and watched
him as he sipped the sweetly-tart concoction. Eldridge’s lips stretched over
the rim of the glass as he tried to swallow the juice without choking on the
chunks of ice. Dalton sat mesmerized. El’s plump red
lips caressed the glass, the drink working its way down his throat, his Adam’s
apple moving up and down the more he drank. Dalton once again fantasized about
juicy lips wrapped around his prick, sucking and drawing out his seed as he
fucked that sinful mouth.
    Johnson leaned over Issy’s shoulder informing the two men that he and Issy were
going to go play in one of the private rooms specifically reserved for the
owners of Club Rebellion . Dalton acknowledged the couple, but gave most
of his attention to Eldridge.
    “We’ll catch up later for dinner, El. Johnson
and I really need to be alone.” Issy had a glow about
her as she looked at Eldridge and was led away by Johnson. But, not before
Johnson winked at Dalton. It was the wink of a man saying, go for it. Which,
Dalton had every intention of doing.
    Dalton Peters could not remember the last time
he felt this instantly attracted to someone. He never had a permanent sub in
all his years and at thirty-two, he wasn’t really sure he wanted one. But as he
devoured Eldridge Cristoff with his eyes, he could
see himself changing his mind. His cock began to thicken as he imagined the
slim five foot eight inch frame of El underneath him, long legs wrapped around
his waist. Those beautiful sage green eyes filled with lust, as sweat plastered
his curls to his face and head while Dalton pounded into him with ferocity.
Dalton wondered what his hair would look like once it was wet. Would the brown
curls sag or spring tighter like coils? Would the reddish tints shine through
more, or would the blond streaks stand out? Dalton wasn’t a hair connoisseur,
but he could tell that the red and yellow strewn throughout the brown curls was
all natural. They had a hue that screamed sun-soaked and not artificial boxed.
He wanted to latch onto those curls as he pounded that sweet tight ass, holding
for purchase.
    “Is she okay?” Eldridge didn’t know what had
just happened as he turned to Dalton for answers.
    “Yeah, they’re good. Johnson and Issy just need some alone time.” Dalton informed him.
“Sometimes the connection between a Dom and sub is so strong the need to be
together overwhelms everything else in the room. The connection is so deep that
nothing else matters except each other. Does that make sense?” Dalton asked.
    Dalton watched the expression on Eldridge’s
face as he continued. “It’s the pin-prickly feeling that starts in the base of
your spine and works its way up, emerging into the best orgasm ever.” That,
Dalton explained, was the intense feeling that Issy and Johnson had for each other.
    Dalton was very apt at