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frowned upon to allow the sub to take the “dominant” role of the top, so Tackett had sought out lovers who were not into the scene when he was in the mood to be fucked.
“One dance, sir.”
    Micah was still swaying to the beat, his baby-blue eyes full of desire and focused on Tackett. A sub who would fuck him? Jesus, that was hot. Tackett found himself being led by the hand to the dance floor before he even realized he’d nodded in agreement.
    Once in the center of the crowd of dancers, Micah turned and pushed close against him, pressing their groins together as they began to move to the sensual beat. Tackett wrapped his arms around Micah and felt the hard sinews along his back, the tight little body fitting against his perfectly. Micah was a couple of inches shorter than Tackett’s six-foot-one height and probably a good fifty pounds lighter, but it made him the right height and size for Micah to rest his head on Tackett’s shoulder as they continued to move. And Tackett enjoyed the way he could cage Micah in his arms.
    Micah’s hands roamed across Tackett’s back, moving down until he reached the waistband of his slacks and tugged at his shirt. He felt, rather than heard, Micah sigh when he pressed the pads of his fingers against the lightly furred skin of Tackett’s lower back.
Micah pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “So very sexy, sir.”
    That caused Tackett to smile. “You’re no longer on the clock, Micah. You can call me Tackett.”
    Micah cocked his head and studied Tackett. “I like calling you ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Austin’. There’s just something so sexy and dommy about you.”
    “Dommy?” The word choice, the way Micah said it, and the expression on his face were all like a slap to his senses, a wake-up call reminding him just how young the man was. It made Tackett feel even older than when he’d entered the club a few short hours ago.
    “Yeah.” Micah giggled, only serving to emphasize his youth.
The music ended, and Tackett pressed a kiss to Micah’s forehead. “Thanks for the dance. Have a good night.” He released him and hurriedly walked away before Micah could protest.
    “Hey, where are you going?” Micah called, following him off the dance floor.
    Tackett kept moving until he came to the coat-check area, where he handed the ticket to the clerk before turning to Micah.
    “While I may enjoy casual sex with those not in the lifestyle from time to time, I don’t like engaging with men who only pretend to be subs or view the scene as a kinky kids’ game. That can be —”
    The clerk interrupted by handing him his coat. “Have a good night, Mr. Austin.”
    “Thank you,” he responded. He pressed a bill into the man’s hand, then shrugged into his wool dress coat before turning back to Micah, who was staring at him with a confused expression. “—a very, very dangerous game for a young man to play, especially with a man like me.”
    Micah visibly shuddered. Was it fear? Excitement? Tackett didn’t ask, nor did he wait for a response. He gave Micah a curt nod and left the club.
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ICAH stood there, once again watching Tackett walk away. A witty retort sat on his tongue, but he snapped his mouth shut. Fuck! He’d only meant to entice, tease a little, but he’d gone too far in his antics. Tackett had the wrong impression, and it was all Micah’s fault.
    Even before his first sexual experience, when he was sixteen, Micah had known he had a proclivity for kink. He’d spent hours and hours surfing the net, jerking off to the vast array of gay porn the web had to offer, but he’d always come back to the bondage sites. When he’d lie in his bed—eyes closed, hand wrapped around his cock—the images behind his closed lids were always of large leather-clad men dominating, overpowering him. He always came quick and hard to those naughty mind shows.
    His first experience with spanking and pain had come when he was seventeen, and by twenty-one he’d known exactly who and