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ground out, “Tanner.”
    “Why did you come here?”
    “Because I made a promise to Jesse when he was dying. I don’t break promises like that.”
    “And you’re wil ing to fol ow through on what he wanted.”
    Tanner pressed his lips together—he wanted t o sa y no , that much Damon knew. F o r some reason, this handsome,
    strong, brave man wanted nothing to do with being Dommed, and it didn’t appear to be for the usual reasons.
    No, he wasn’t uncomfortable, either in this club or with Damon and his leathers. But something was most definitely
    wrong with him.
    “I’l do what Jesse wanted, yes.”
    “But you don’t think you’re man enough.”
    He waited for Tanner to snap an answer back, but none came. Instead, he shrugged.
    “Wel then, there’s no time like the present. But no col ar.” He motioned for Tanner to fol ow him, out the door of the
    office, down a smal hal way and into a room marked Room Four.
    Once inside, Damon pressed a few buttons to bring the lights up and to remove the shading from the plate-glass
    divider that separated the room from the rest of the club.
    As soon as he did so, the bar began to cheer. Damon activated the two-way speakers as wel , so the sounds went
    from muffled to completely clear.
    Tanner’s eyes widened. “We’re doing this here—where everyone can see?”
    “Yes. That’s what Jesse would’ve wanted.”
    Tanner couldn’t have known that was the furthest thing from the truth—that Jesse understood the value of privacy at
    the start of a D/s relationship.
    That Jesse would hate him for this.
    Wel , Damon hated Jesse for dying and leaving him. For refusing to quit the military and let Damon take care of him
    for the rest of his life.
    For recognizing that Damon had been slowly dying inside during the last year o f their relationship a nd continuing to
    satisfy his own needs instead.
    Tanner swal owed hard and then he nodded.
    Yes, let’s see if this man is for real.

Chapter Two
    Tanner pul ed his focus off the crowd and back to what was about to happen in this room—and why.
    Focus had gotten him through a lot during his missions—it would have to do so again now.
    Damon came up behind him, pul ed Tanner’s back to his chest in a quick move he hadn’t expected.
    He started, readied for a fight but realized there was no need for one, not when Damon whispered in his ear,
    “I hope your ass is ready for this.”
    And even though his cock got harder thanks to Damon’s touch on his chest, Tanner was pretty sure he’d never be
    ready for any of this—not the bindings or the crowds in this context. Not for that spanking bench with the restraints in the
    middle of the floor.
    He’d been trying to push the panic from his mind from before he walked into Crave earlier—told himself to focus on
    the mission and forget the fear.
    It had worked wel , until now.
    He knew the D/s relationship wasn’t al about fucking, but in this case, it looked like that was exactly what would
    happen.
    He’d pushed that possibility from his mind, hoped for whips-and-chains shit—pain and control—but he’d never
    bottomed.
    The fact that he’d made a promise to start here, like this…
    Damon might not fuck you.
    He held on to that thought like a lifeline.
    He’d been through far worse than what was to come tonight, hated that it could possibly break him.
    He never should’ve come here.
    Damon’s hand was moving along his chest, pinching his nipples through his T-shirt and Tanner drew in a sharp
    breath.
    Took comfort in the fact that Damon was definitely hard too.
    He heard “strip him” and “take him” and “fuck him” cal ed out from the crowd, and his face flushed at the thought even
    as his body ached for it.
    He didn’t understand where the strange need was coming from, pushing up past the fear, but for the moment, he was
    grateful.
    “Is that what you want?” Damon asked, and Tanner’s throat was so dry he could barely swal ow, let alone speak.
    He had