Jerry's POV

Usually a night at the Sinister Secrets meant a lot of dancing, a lot of drinking in the bathroom where Master Robert wouldn't notice, and a lot of pretending like the man himself didn't turn me on.

But he did. He looked right in his element, with his muscular chest exposed and tight leather pants hugging his long legs. He wore one of those stupid little leather hats that Doms wore sometimes, and I couldn't stop making fun of him for it. But even though I thought the way he was dressed was ridiculous, it was pretty hot to watch people's reactions to him.

He was a Dom, so submissives were sweet and shy right off the bat. But he was also the man in charge of the place, so even the Dom and Dommes of the room treated him with respect.

But that was the way Robert was. He was build like a lumberjack, with the short-trimmed beard to boot, so anyone anywhere would at least avoid messing with the guy.

It took me a couple minutes before I realized that I was staring at him.

Finn leaned in and gave me an impish grin. "You're drooling."

"I'm not and you're rude!" I pinched his cute butt for emphasis. Finn yelped and leapt away. "Besides, look at that dumb hat. He's like a train conductor. Seriously, what was he thinking?"

Finn snickered and my attention was drawn to his brandy-new collar. It was pretty simple; a strip of black leather around his throat connected at the front by a lock. He'd told me that he didn't want any stupid writing on it, he just wanted something small that got the message across.

It really did prevent Dominants from talking to him too much. It was probably nice to wear one.

Finn sipped his ginger ale and held my hand from across the table. We were relaxing in one of the booths, watching Aidan — wait, here it was Master Aidan, that was weird — and Master Robert converse with a fellow Domme. Apparently the woman owned some company with BDSM furniture, or whatever, and Master Robert was proposing some deal for when he remodeled.

"I'm bored," I groaned. "Why aren't they giving us attention?"

Finn's grin was evil. "You're obsessed. You haven't stopped staring at him, and whining that he isn't over here, and complaining about his dumb hat—"

"It's such a dumb hat!"

"Let's dance," Finn laughed, tugging me out of the booth. "You can put on a show for your favorite Sir Master Dominant Sir."

"I call him that ironically!" I sputtered, absolutely appalled that anyone would dare assume that I actually liked Master Robert's attention. He was a creepy older guy who presumably liked to hurt younger men in bed! That wasn't cute.

"Okay, Jerry, sure, whatever!" Finn sang, tugging me to the dance floor. His eyes shone with a confidence and happiness that had been nonexistent when I first brought him here. His pink hair fell to his shoulders in soft waves; I stark contrast to his black shirt and shorts.

"You're hot!" I observed, coming up behind him. "Wanna grind and show off for the older men?"

"Hell yeah!"

Finn turned around and I grabbed his waist, the two of us moving together like the horny young adults that we were. I shook my ass and ran my hands over my best friend's body, hoping it was dirty enough for Aidan to give me a talking to.

I slight tap on my shoulder turned me right around, only to see a beautiful woman smirking at us. Her hair was straight and black, and she had curves for days hugged in sexy leather. "Hey boy, I hate to interrupt your fun," she cooed, and I fought rolling my eyes. Why was it that all tops called me boy? "Are you with Master Robert?"

"Nope," I said, sending her a sultry smile and hoping he saw. "I'm free for the taking."

She tilted her head, looking all the more delighted. "Are you into women?"

I fully turned towards her, winking at an amused Finn before he walked away. "I'm into everything."

Her grin was downright predatory. "I like a boy who's into everything."

We danced for a bit and I found myself enjoying the way she held me. There was something so sexy about people who knew exactly what they wanted and took it. It was a fun game while it lasted, but as I suspected, Master Robert materialized shortly after my fun began.

"Mistress Bella," he greeted, giving her a tight smile. I didn't miss the way his eyes flashed with irritation. "Thank you for entertaining the boy while I was busy, but I'll take it from here."

Her eyes went wide and her mouth parted a little. "Oh—he told me you weren't together."

I winked at Mistress Bella, feeling a little bad that I'd pretty much intentionally put her up against Master Robert's anger. "Sorry, he's just a little overprotective of me 'cause I'm new. I had fun dancing with you, though—hey, dude, the heck?!"

Robert tugged me away by the wrist, leaving Mistress Bella staring at us in bewilderment.

"We're having a meeting," was his only explanation, tugging me into the back hall that led to his personal office. I followed diligently, waiting until we entered the hallway and the music had faded to ask my questions.

"With Aidan and Finn?" I chirped. "Are you telling them about your plans for the club? I figured that was why you asked them to both come tonight, and you must have told Aidan a little bit of stuff if you were talking to that furniture person for so long."

Robert locked his office door behind us and tugged me right up against him. My heart quickened in my chest and arousal shot south. "U-um," I squeaked, steadying myself with my hands to his chest. I looked into his handsome face, only to be met with parted lips and blown pupils.

"I want to kiss you," he demanded, voice rough. He directed my chin upwards and I was forced to meet his blue gaze. He looked like he wanted to eat me right up. "Is that okay?"

My mouth opened and closed, my brain barely worked, and my cock throbbed through my shorts. "Oh God, yeah, it's okay," was all I managed to get out.

Maybe it was the flashing of the club's lights making me light-headed, or the nine ginger ales I'd drank giving me a sugar rush, but my body was electric the second his lips met mine. His hands found their way to my waist, tugging me right up against his body and squeezing my ass.

I gasped into his mouth and let him control the kiss, stealing the breath from my lungs and whatever was left of my rational thought from my brain. Suddenly all I could even think of was the two of us; his hand at the small of my back, the thin material rubbing between us, the feel of his palm against my ass.

Just for a moment, I let myself explore. I knocked the stupid hat from his head and ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair. I felt the impressive muscle of his shoulders. I let myself cup his jaw, fingertips tickled by the soft hair of his beard.

And then I pulled away, making a horrific squeaking noise. I covered my mouth with both hands and stared at him. "That didn't just happen."

He was breathing hard, looking a little shocked by his own actions. His blue eyes were wide and his hair was in complete disarray thanks to my tugging. "Sorry. I just— I'm sorry."

I'm sorry were the worst post-kiss words ever. In a desperate effort to make him feel better and stop apologizing, I blustered, "Shit, you were right. You are a good kisser."

All apology died on his lips and his self-consciousness was replaced with a smirk. "C'mere," he ordered, and I stepped back into the circle of his arms. It was awfully intimate being his close to him, staring up at him. "I didn't like seeing you with that woman."

I smirked. "I knew you wouldn't."

Master Robert shook his head, eyes filled with amusement. "You're trouble, boy. But next time I shouldn't invite you to my club and ignore you."

I nodded profusely. "Dude, I'm Jerry. It should be basically impossible to ignore me."

He cupped my face in his hands and smiled. "I won't do it again."

This time, I leaned on my tiptoes to kiss him, despite weeks of bitching about how annoying Robert was. Because, yeah, he was annoying. He was possessive. He had way too much of a temper sometimes.

But shit, this man could kiss.

The hand on his ass became two hands, and then I was being scooped up and plopped onto his desk. I hooked my ankles around my waist and tugged him up against me. Robert waisted no time pressing up against me, sending electric shocks through my body with each tiny thrust. And just when things started to get really good—

Images of me and Adam. In an office. Just like this.

"Oh God I can't do it!" I cried, shoving away and holding a hand out. "I need to stop doing this in the offices of established older men!"

Robert scowled. "I'm more established than he is."

"I know but still," I gasped, before wrinkling my nose and staring at him. "...That's not the point. The point is that I'm seriously going to start doubting my classiness if the last two places I've had sex in are offices."

Robert smiled and messed with my hair a little, like he usually did. The gesture was actually comforting. "Don't worry, it wouldn't have gotten that far anyway. I don't have sex in my office."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Master Jealousy."

Robert snorted, but didn't respond, and then we were left in a slightly awkward post-passionate-make-out silence. I looked at him, unintentionally met his eyes, and looked away.

I was grateful that Robert had a bulldozer personality, because he had no problem tucking himself back in-between my legs and running up my thigh to rest on my hip. "Listen, Jeremy..." he said, voice awfully gentle. "I probably shouldn't have done this."

I nearly gave myself whiplash with the speed I turned my head to look at him. "It takes two to make-out, Robert. I did this too."

He nodded. "It's just...I get the sense that we're not on the same page for a lot of things. And we couldn't be more different. And I'm way too old for you—"

"You're not that old," I blurted out.

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm old enough to be your father. And it would've been at a responsible age, too."

I sputtered. "Dude. You are seriously going back and forth right now, I'm getting confused! You can't lust after me for months, kiss me once, and decide you're suddenly having a moral dilemma. I'm obviously gonna blame that on my kissing!"

"Your kissing is fine!"

"Just fine?!"

"No, my God, Jerry, you're a great kisser—"

I huffed and glared at the ceiling. Robert was giving me an exasperated look, I could tell. I crossed my arms.

"Let me rephrase," he begged. It was only because he'd said it so pleadingly that I looked at him again. "I guess I'm just saying that teasing and flirting is different. When it comes right down to it, I don't know if you're looking for a romantic partner or a hook up or what."

In a moment of straight geniusness, I recalled Finn telling me about him and Aidan. Apparently, he took forever to have sex with Finn because of some weird guilt thing.

I squinted at Robert. "Are you suddenly feeling guilty for seducing a kid young enough to be your son?"

He blushed. "Yes."

I waved my hand. "Okay, here's the deal. I'm never looking for someone romantically. And, you know, don't get offended by this, but you are getting closer to the end of your life...and sometimes people at that age are looking to, ya know, get married."

Robert pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm forty-three. I'm not dying."

"Just saying! Am I wrong? Oh—" Robert leaned in and kissed down my neck, pulling small gasps from me. He leaned in and pressed himself real close against me.

"See?" he growled. "Very much alive."

I'd basically turned to Jell-O in his hands, moaning and gasping. When he decided he'd done enough teasing, he pulled away with a smile. "I think I have the perfect plan."

Judging by his smirk, I wondered how much I was going to like it.