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Darrek thinks he is just a straight, hard-working but lonely guy. When he decides to try a session at the private BDSM club, Diadem, Darrek is unprepared for the life-changing encounter with beautiful, powerful and very male Dominant, Gabriel. Once they cross the line, nothing is off limits and nothing is enough as they crave ever more—more trust, more pleasure, more pain, and more devotion. Carefully buried secrets and abusive pasts are revealed in the chaos.

One of the men, he’s not sure which, removes Darrek’s shoes and socks. Darrek is a tall guy at six-foot-six, but when they lock his ankles in restraints as well—just the edges of the heels of his feet resting on tiny footrests, almost like stirrups—his toes and the balls of his feet wiggle and dangle in mid-air. It’s not enough contact to do more than keep his legs in place and he’s not sure why it unnerves him, but it does. It makes him feel like a child, unsteady and out of his element. He’d feel much better with his feet firmly planted on the ground, but maybe that’s the whole point.

Leg spreader?” the deeper, older sounding one asks Gabe. Darrek can tell from the source of the voice that the man is sitting between his legs. Darrek can sometimes hear the squeak of wheels from that general direction, and imagines that he’s sitting on a rolling stool.

No, not yet. Clothespins first, then the spreader. No neck restraint yet either. I want to see him squirm.”

Darrek moans loudly, pulling at the restraints.

Relax, slave, we haven’t even started yet,” Gabe laughs.

It’s an unnerving sound.

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