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dominate him, love him, and care for him, but also view him as the most precious thing in his Dom’s world. Wow. You didn’t see that often enough.
    I wonder if Tackett would think I was precious.
Micah shook off the thought. He had drinks to serve and customers to please, but he was determined to find out what kind of Dom Tackett Austin was firsthand.
Chapter 2
     
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HE CLUB was crowded when Tackett emerged from Bobby’s office. The aroma of sweat and sex was even stronger now, and he inhaled it deeply. Tackett loved the familiar scent. On the stage, a Dom—he wasn’t sure who, since his back was to Tackett—was giving a demonstration on flogging. The show must have been going on for a while, because the sub, who was completely nude—his only adornment a thick black collar with a silver D-ring— sported numerous bright red welts across his back and ass. He had a blissed-out look on his face where he rested against a leather-covered St. Andrew’s Cross.
    Between the scents, sounds, and visual stimulation, Tackett felt the first stirring of arousal. However, he ignored it, not intending to stay. His plan was to grab his coat and head out. He felt better after the alcohol, which was warming him pleasingly, and he’d enjoyed his visit with his friends. Still, he simply wasn’t in the mood for the thick crowd or the noise, preferring to spend the rest of the evening quietly at home. He was delayed when Micah stepped out of the cluster of people and stood before him, blocking his way.
    “Enjoy your birthday toast and cigar, sir?”
The kid was persistent, he’d give him that much. “It was very enjoyable. Thank you, Micah.” He started to move around the kid. “Have a good evening.”
Micah shifted, blocking his advancement again, looking up at him with hopeful blue eyes. “Could I buy you a drink, sir?”
“No, thank you. I’ve had enough.”
“Good, I was hoping you would say that, sir.” Micah looked up at him from under his lashes, heightening that innocent look he was working tonight. “I hate the taste of alcohol when I kiss. Could I interest you in a dance instead, sir?”
Tackett’s gaze was drawn first to Micah’s hips, as he began swaying to the jazzy music, then swept to the crowded dance floor. “Are you always this bold?” He turned his attention back to the kid. “You’re awful persistent and quite cocky. Not exactly traits one seeks in a sub.”
“We’re all the rage in Europe,” Micah responded with a flirty smile.
“Really?”
     
“I have no idea.” He chuckled. “I’ve never been. But we should be.”
    That made Tackett laugh. “I’m sure you should, just as I’m sure you’ll find a Dom who enjoys your antics.”
    “You don’t enjoy my attentions, sir?”
“I’m flattered.” Tackett leaned down and whispered in Micah’s ear. “But I like my boys at my feet or beneath me, not trying to top me with attitude.” He straightened and smiled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was about to get my coat and head home.”
“My shift just ended. Want some company?” Micah went up on tiptoes, and it was his turn to whisper against Tackett’s ear. “I would never try to top you, sir. Not unless you asked me to.”
    Micah’s warm breath against his ear, his closeness, made Tackett’s arousal swell. He hadn’t met many men as beautiful as Micah; he was definitely attracted to him. He also hadn’t met many subs who were willing to top a Dom. That in and of itself was enough to further pique Tackett’s interest.
    Tackett didn’t have the same mindset as a lot of the other Doms he knew, most of whom viewed bottoming as a weakness, a position of submission. In his opinion, a man—gay, straight, dominant, whatever—was depriving himself of great, intense pleasure if he didn’t have something shoved up his ass from time to time. There was no greater orgasm than one produced by stimulation of the prostate. Unfortunately, in this lifestyle of Doms and subs, it was usually