Strict Consequences by Morticia Knight Page A

that there wasn’t enough air in the crowded, stuffy club almost overwhelming. It was all the more reason not to have Jarvis’ number or to give the strict Dom his info. Too tempting. He was too boring and nerdy to ever capture the attention of such a popular and sexy Dom. He’d already learned that the hard way. At least if he kept Jarvis—or anyone else—at arm’s length, he could still get his needs met without all the gut-wrenching pain of rejection.
    â€œWhat a pleasant surprise.”
    He sucked in a sharp breath, the smooth tone of Jarvis’ voice washing over him. His length filled as though his dick were trained to stand at attention whenever he heard the Dom’s initial words. Garson immediately fell into the beginnings of his subspace. No other Dom at the club affected him that way.
    Very convenient. Helps to move things along.
    Since the rooms were only available for one hour at a time, he appreciated the practical aspect of succumbing to another man’s dominant spell so swiftly. He was sure that had to be the reason his heart beat a little faster, that his face flushed hot, his cock swelled with interest whenever Jarvis was near.
    He faced Jarvis but kept his eyes cast down. “Good evening, Sir. I’m pleased to see you too.”
    â€œSince it appears that you’re not playing tonight, I won’t bother you. But I did want to come over and at least say hello.”
    Garson drew his eyebrows together in confusion. He glanced at his wrist. How could I forget to put my bracelet on? It was if he’d subconsciously given up once he’d discovered that there were no rooms to be had.
    â€œForgive me, Sir. I don’t how I could’ve done such a thing. I’d originally intended to play, but I somehow forgot to indicate I was available.”
    â€œDo you have your green bracelet with you?”
    â€œYes, Sir. I do.”
    â€œThen put it on.”
    Instantly responding to Jarvis’ command, he dug his fingers into the tight confines of his low-slung leather pants. Garson’s body was lean but defined. For the type of vigorous, intense play he enjoyed, it was necessary for him to maintain a stringent workout schedule. After retrieving the club-issued accessory, he stretched the neon green glow-in-the-dark bracelet over his hand until it snapped around his wrist.
    â€œGood boy. Let me check us in with the host and put us on the list for the next available room.”
    â€œExcuse me, Sir? If I may interject?”
    â€œGo on.”
    â€œThe rooms are all booked for this evening.” He shook his head, inexplicably flustered. “That’s why… Sorry. I should have mentioned that before I put the bracelet on. I was actually about to give up for the night.”
    â€œIt’s unusual for you to be here other than your regular Friday. You’re in immediate need, aren’t you?”
    Garson held in a moan. Jarvis knew him. “I don’t do any public or group play. It’s noted on my list of limits.”
    â€œI remember. I know every single one of your limits, boy.”
    He does?
    â€œLook at me.”
    Garson raised his head, gazing into the icy blue eyes of Master Jarvis Moore. His almost platinum blond hair was cut short then slicked back, the overall effect only highlighting his severe mien. The cut of his features was sharp but masculine. His square jaw sported a dusting of stubble along it as well as on his upper lips. Just enough to scrape Garson’s sensitive skin if he’d ever allow the touch of Jarvis’ mouth to his naked flesh. He swallowed hard.
    â€œNo, boy. Waiting two more days will cause you too much stress, and we can’t have that.” Jarvis glanced around the club, frowning. “I didn’t check the schedule, but I imagine there’s an event this evening.” Jarvis turned back to him. “I have a proposition for you.” He paused as if considering whether