Gage
ThemomentSkyewalkedaway last night, I knew I was in trouble.Big trouble.
She's different.There's something about her, the way she carries herself, the way she watches, the way she holds her own even in a place like Club Red that has me more intrigued than I should be.
I've played with plenty of subs.I know the signs when someone is in it for the thrill versus someone who truly understands the lifestyle.Skye understands it.And that makes her dangerous, at least to me.
This morning, I woke up early, restless, my mind still replaying our conversation.Her voice, her eyes, the way she didn't hesitate when she told me she liked bondage.
Damn it.
I roll over and grab my phone, scrolling through our texts from last night.The last one I sent was to make sure she got home safely.She responded with a simpleYes, Sir.
That shouldn't get to me the way it does.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I type out a message.
Me:Good morning, beautiful.Sleep well?
I hesitate for just a moment before hitting send.This isn't my usual approach.Typically, I maintain more distance, more formality with potential submissives.But something about Skye makes me want to break my own rules.
When my phone buzzes almost immediately with her response, I'm surprised.
Skye:Good morning.Better than I expected, though you featured prominently in my dreams.
Heat curls through me at her words.I appreciate her boldness, the way she doesn't play coy games.
Me:I'm intrigued.Care to share the details?
Skye:Let's just say it involved rope and not much else.
I can almost see her smirk as she typed that, and it makes my pulse quicken.Before I can type out a response, my phone rings.It's Hunter.I reluctantly switch focus, knowing my friend wouldn't call this early unless it was important.
"Morning," I answer, keeping my voice neutral.
"Hey, are we still on for lunch?"Hunter asks without preamble."There's some club business we need to discuss."
"Yeah, of course.Noon at Emilio's?"
"Perfect.And Gage?You sound...different.Everything okay?"
I suppress a chuckle.Hunter has always been too perceptive for his own good."Everything's fine.I'll fill you in at lunch."
After hanging up, I send Skye one more message before diving into work.
Me:I look forward to making those dreams a reality.Have a good day, Skye.Don't forget to drink plenty of water.
Setting my phone down, I run a hand through my hair.I should get some work done, but my focus is shot.Instead, I head to the gym, pushing myself harder than usual, trying to work off this restless energy.
No matter how hard I push myself, her face is all I see.I can't seem to stop picturing her getting turned on by our text exchange.Just the thought gets me hard, and I push myself even harder.
Even after a grueling workout, my mind refuses to settle.After a quick shower, I dress in my usual attire for work days, tailored slacks, a crisp button-down, and a blazer.My colleagues tease me about always being overdressed, but appearances matter in my line of work.Perception is everything.
By lunchtime, I know I need a distraction, so my lunch with Hunter is perfectly timed.We've built a solid friendship since we started working together at the club, and he's one of the few people I trust.While I get along with most of the guys at Club Red, Hunter is the one I've known the longest.He brought me in when the club opened.Now that Carter is getting married, he's been taking on more with the club, so I'm glad he has time to meet me for lunch.
Emilio's is bustling when I arrive, the lunch crowd already filling most of the tables.It may be a hole-in-the-wall diner, but it's still pretty popular since they have the best sandwiches in the whole damn city.I get there early and grab a booth in the back so we can have some privacy.When he arrives, I'm checking emails on my phone.
"You look like shit," he comments as he drops into the seat across from me.