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  Table of Contents

  What We’re Meant to Be

  P. Nelson

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  What We’re Meant to Be

  P. Nelson

  Copyright 2017 by P. Nelson

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any way whatsoever without written permission of the publisher except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.

  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  First Printing, 2018

  ISBN

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  Chapter One

  “You’ve done one hell of a job with the new security, Master Linkin. I don’t think any other club in town can guarantee the safety of their patrons like The Feather Flogger.” The man beside Linkin Pierce looked over the bank of monitors showing different angles of the BDSM club.

  “I’ve made sure there are no blind corners or spaces in the whole club where a predator might corner a victim. We even covered the club’s storage spaces and employee areas. You’ll still have to rely on the dungeon monitors for boots on the ground, but up here, you can see every lick of the whip, Master Lovett.” Linkin allowed a certain amount of satisfaction to penetrate his normally controlled mind before shutting it down. He always thrived on the pursuit of internal discipline.

  “This new business you’ve set up is going to take you to some pretty big places.” Master Lovett, the owner of The Feather Flogger, turned to face him and held out his hand. “I’m really happy you offered to wire the place up for a discount.” Linkin shook the other dominant’s hand. He could offer a discount because as Master Lovett had just said, Linkin’s security firm was already doing business in some pretty big places. Like the offices of Banroch Enterprises and their affiliates all over the world, the CEO was a fellow kinkster like Linkin and his partner Martin.

  “It’s important for me to know the subs are safe,” Linkin answered. Generally, he was terrible with small talk and left it to his partner Martin to schmooze with friends, but The Feather Flogger was a client, and he had to learn to do better. He scanned the monitors looking for the face of one specific sub, but she still hadn’t arrived for the evening. “Even with all the new equipment, it’s really about making sure the people who are monitoring the feeds are competent and not over-worked. With a setup this big, I’d say you need at least two people minimum and additional bodies on busy nights. Those are my recommendations, but you’re free to run the system as you see fit.” He made sure his voice sounded as if Master Lovett would be making a big mistake if he didn’t follow his advice.

  “This is the safest BDSM club in Vancouver.” Master Lovett’s voice held a note of pride. Linkin knew the owner had the right to be proud. In comparison to other clubs for kinksters, The Feather Flogger had a good reputation, not as good as it could be, however.

  “You’ve done well,” Linkin added.

  “But there’s always room for improvement,” Master Lovett acknowledged. “Sometimes I think about making the club private,” he admitted.

  Linkin wasn’t going to convince him either way. “You’d have a lot fewer hassles with tourists being idiots, but the city would lose a good safe place for people to try out the lifestyle.” There already were a couple of private clubs in the city, but they were nothing more than public spaces with jacked-up fees.

  Checking the bank of monitors again, Linkin spotted his partner at the bar ordering a drink. Martin Nigel was in leather pants that cupped his ass like a second skin, no shirt, and a pair of shitkicker leather boots. Allowing a small smile to curve his lips, Linkin took a deep breath and thought about all the naughty things he wanted to do with his partner tonight.

  “You playing tonight, or are the leathers just for show?” Master Lovett’s voice was mild as he also watched Martin in the monitor. Linkin’s partner was chatting away with a blond woman dressed in a corset and fuck me heels as he waited for his drink.

  “Yes, we’re using one of the private rooms with Robert tonight,” Linkin confirmed. Suddenly ready to start his evening, he took a final glance around the room before looking at Lovett. “If you have any problems before the end of the next week after your first scheduled maintenance, just call the office and we’ll have someone come down here.”

  “A couple of those scary guys you used to work with?” Lovett asked.

  “I don’t know what you mean.” Linkin nodded in farewell and left the back office to Lovett and his new security team. His crew was tight. He only hired ex-servicemen. Every single one of them had seen combat in some capacity, and they all knew how to get the job done. It’s why Linkin hired them.

  Discreetly checking all the surveillance equipment was in place as he walked down the short hallway to the door leading out into the public areas of the club, Linkin checked to make sure the keypad was in working condition before emerging onto the main floor of The Feather Flogger. Like the ex-soldier he was, Linkin surveyed the doors leading from the two small locker areas at the front of the club to make sure people were flowing into the main room.

  Several stages were set up against one of the walls. There were no scenes taking place, but a couple of the club dungeon monitors were checking the equipment. Along the opposite wall, a bar with seating area grew more crowded by the minute. There was no drink maximum here at The Feather Flogger, something he would change if he owned it. As it was, Martin and he were strict Doms when it came to the subs they played with. Regular medical checks, no drinking or drugs, and a contract in place were all requirements. If they broke any of those rules, there were other subs who were happy to follow the rules for Linkin and Martin’s brand of pleasure and pain.

  Walking over to the bar, Linkin could feel the eyes of the other patrons on him. He knew most of them found him difficult to deal with, too blunt, too scary, too much of a dominant. He didn’t care, though, Martin loved him for who he was and in the BDSM world, and he could be the man he wanted without the social trappings most of the others used to soften their personalities.

  “Hello, lover.” Linkin reached out and grabbed the back of Martin’s neck and brought his mouth around for a hard kiss. He loved the feeling of his 5 o’clock shadow brushing against Martin’s shaved cheeks. Martin gave as good as he got, thrusting his tongue into Linkin’s mouth, fighting for dominance in the kiss. Linkin’s cock hardened immediately at the challenge. This was the only problem with their relationship. They were both dominants. Unfortunately, neither of them could submit and create the power exchange needed for a true BDSM relationship.

  Martin broke the kiss and smiled up at Linkin. “You’re in a good mood.”

  “The installation went well,” he replied as Martin grabbed the water from the bartender and turned back to the blond.

  “This is Shelley,” Martin introduced the blond woman who was spilling out of the top of her corset, her eyes glued to the two of them. By the way her cheeks flushed, she obviously wasn’t above a little male on male. “She’s new to the scene,
I was just answering a few of her questions.” Linkin grunted. He didn’t have time to entertain a tourist. He liked subs that had been on the scene for a while, who knew the rules. Some Doms like the newbies. They wanted to mould and carve out a sub’s submission and create their perfect sub. Linkin was far more interested in earning a sub’s trust and feeding his dominance through discipline and passion.

  “You’re like super-hot,” the blond gushed, and Linkin turned to stare at her. She shrank from his direct appraisal. A natural sub, but not tough enough to stand up mentally to two dominant partners.

  “Just make sure you stick to your ground rules when you meet a new Dom for the first time. Medical checks, safe sex, safe words, public places to meet and make sure you observe the safe, sane, and consensual model at all times,” Martin explained to the blond. Everyone loved Martin because people thought he was the softie in their relationship. What people didn’t know was that he had just as strong dominant streak as Linkin, but he was charming.

  “You speak with Robert yet?” Linkin asked Martin, cutting off the blond’s response. Martin gave the young girl an encouraging smile before turning his attention to Linkin. Telling Linkin he was being rude would only annoy him, and Martin wanted to have some fun tonight. Both their schedules had been very hectic during the past few weeks, and they hadn’t played at all. Not that they hadn’t fucked, of course. And he did like their brand, of hot, sexy, almost brutal lovemaking, but he craved the power exchange, and he couldn’t get that from Linkin.

  “No, but he should be here any minute.” Martin watched as a leather-clad Dom strutted over to the hot blond next to them and started up a conversation. He wished he were a dungeon monitor tonight, the need to protect the newbie subs from predators an instinctual imperative. He never served in the military, but he was still a dominant.

  “Good. I need this,” Linkin responded as Martin handed him the rest of the water.

  “Do you want to offer Robert a full-time collar?” Martin asked as he watched Linkin drink down the rest of the liquid. He was such a beautiful man despite the sharp jaw and severe haircut. For a long time, it had been hard for Martin to come to terms with the fact that he couldn’t be everything to the man he loved. In his own way, he knew Linkin had fought the same battle even though he never voiced his concerns. When they had finally given up trying to dominate one another and taken a sub between the two of them, all Martin’s misgivings melted away. The rush of power he had felt when their sub submitted to them had all his synapses firing, his body and soul working in tandem with Linkin’s to bring the most exquisite pleasure through pain to their submissive was so enlightening, Martin knew they could never go back to fully vanilla.

  “He’s not right for us full-time.” Linkin was always willing to say what Martin would soften with excuses or platitudes.

  “At first, I thought it was because we were all getting to know each other, but now I think he’s a bit flighty.” Martin thought about the graduate student they had been playing with recently.

  “I can’t fully trust him.” Linkin turned his sharp light blue gaze to stare at Martin. His heart melted a little bit. Linkin didn’t trust many people, and Martin was one of the few. Unfortunately, if they wanted a true BDSM relationship, they needed to find a submissive who was compatible with them both, who wanted to be in a permanent threesome, and be someone they both trusted. Unfortunately, when they got two of the three requirements, the third seemed to slip away.

  “If only she would just submit to us, I know she’s the right sub for us.” Martin broke eye contact with his boyfriend to search around the room for the sub in question.

  “Delaney already has another Dom,” Martin commented when he couldn’t find her in the growing crowd of kinksters looking to play for the evening. Delaney Macdonald, Martin thought she was the perfect sub, and he knew Linkin didn’t play with girl subs anymore because he couldn’t get his mind to focus on the body in front of him because he was always thinking about Delaney. It was the bane of their Dom existence that the fates never lined up to have all three of them free at the same time.

  “We should have ditched Misty for Delaney when we had the chance months ago. Now she’s with that poser Dom. He’s a total asshole,” Linkin remarked, and Martin agreed. Delaney was in for a big heartache, but there was nothing more he could do or say to her. Martin had warned her repeatedly of Master Rex’s predatory behaviour, but Delaney had been mesmerised by the new Dom on the scene. Neither Linkin nor he had been very convinced by the other man’s methods, but there were as many ways to practice BDSM as there were players. If Delaney wanted to try Master Rex’s type of dominance, then she was an adult and capable of making her own decisions, but Martin still hoped to get her between Linkin and him one day.

  “We couldn’t just ditch Misty. Her Dom asked us to take care of her, and we agreed to look out for her,” he said referring to one of the regular subs at the club. Misty’s Dom had died from an aggressive form of cancer almost a year ago, and before he passed, he worried over how his sweet sub would cope without him. Martin and Linkin had agreed to keep an eye on her until she was ready to find a new Dom. “Misty is a good sub with a big heart, and we owed it to Master French to look out for her.” He added the rest to prick Linkin’s conscience. Most people thought the big, muscled former soldier didn’t have one, but Martin knew different.

  “Fuck. This is where you tell me I’m being an asshole again.” Linkin blinked at him.

  “Yup.” Martin decided not to disagree.

  “Hello, boys.” Martin turned to greet the other Dom.

  “Big Daddy BB, how are you this evening?” he asked the other man politely. Big Daddy BB was wearing the requisite leather pants teamed with a leather vest. The older gentlemen’s bald head gleamed in the light.

  “Good.” He tugged on a leash in his hand, and the sub that was walking on all fours behind him came up to sit on his haunches, hands out front like paws. “Pay some respect to your Master’s friends, sub,” Big Daddy BB demanded. The sub was wearing a pair of tiny leather shorts that allowed his balls to hang down and his cock to shape the front. The sparkly collar around the sub’s neck showed his master took very good care of him in case someone missed the look of adoration on the younger man’s face.

  “Good evening Master Linkin, Master Martin.” The sub looked at each of them before turning his gaze back to his Master. “Have I pleased you Big Daddy BB?”

  “Yes, Bondie, you’re a good boy.” Big Daddy BB ruffled his sub’s hair before turning his attention back to Martin and Linkin. “You playing tonight?”

  “We have a scene with Robert,” Martin responded. Something else in the dungeon caught Linkin’s attention.

  “You might want to rethink that.” Big Daddy BB shook his head and wore a grim expression. Linkin’s attention immediately returned to the conversation and would have started rapid firing questions at the other Dom if Martin hadn’t intervened.

  “What do you mean?” Martin kept his voice level, but for some reason he wasn’t upset or angry. Deep in his gut, Martin knew there was something off about Robert, and now they were finding out. He needed to keep an even temper because Linkin had the capacity to go off the rails.

  “Bondie, why don’t you tell Master Linkin and Master Martin what you saw at Fame last night?” Big Daddy BB tugged on the leash in encouragement.

  “I was out for a couple of drinks with some other subs,” Bondie began his story and couldn’t look either Martin or Linkin in the face. “Robert was there with another guy. They looked really cosy and kissed a few times before they left.” Bondie risked a quick look up at Linkin’s face and whatever he saw there had him staring at the ground in front of him two seconds later. “Maybe they were just friends, but they looked like more.”

  “Fucking little shit,” Linkin swore succinctly.

  “Thank you for telling us, Bondie, and I’m sorry we put you in an uncomfortable position.” Martin’s anger was a slow burn, but that didn
’t mean it wasn’t as hot as his boyfriend’s. “We have a contract with Robert and just by kissing another person, he has broken it.” And our fucking trust, he added mentally. Part of the reason they had a contract in place was for the safety of all three partners. The last thing any of them wanted was some horrible venereal disease because one of them decided to break the rules one night.

  “He told me he was lonely,” Bondie added before rubbing his face against Big Daddy BB’s inner thigh.

  “You’re a good boy.” Big Daddy BB continued to pat his sub’s head. “I didn’t want you two to be unaware of Robert’s extracurricular activities.”

  “Thank you,” Martin said on a sigh. “It looks like we won’t be playing tonight after all.” Disappointment choked him. Robert had been a nice guy, and he had really been looking forward to dominating him tonight.

  “I might as well let the desk know we won’t be using the private room.” Linkin walked away without saying goodbye to either Big Daddy BB or his sub.

  “He’s a bit disappointed.” Martin covered for him.

  “It’s not the same, but I plan to put on quite a display tonight.” Big Daddy BB smiled, and Martin wanted to punch the other Dom in the face. Maybe Linkin was rubbing off on him.

  “You always attract a crowd,” Martin replied as Big Daddy BB tugged his sub away, Bondie walking on all fours behind his Master. What a clusterfuck. This had been the highlight of his week, and now Martin was going to have to hold Linkin back from strangling Robert.

  Chapter Two

  Delaney parked her car and turned off the engine. She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror and felt her pulse start to race. It had been one hell of a week, but now she would scene with her Master, and Delaney planned to release all her stress with a little submission and a lot of sex. Grabbing her bag from the passenger seat, she got out and adjusted her long coat. It was a summer evening in Vancouver, the weather warm, but she didn’t need to let everyone on the street know what she was up to this evening. One of the only downsides of patronising The Feather Flogger was the small space for changing into and out of fetware.