All the Wrong Reasons by Sebastian Hansen

Author:Sebastian Hansen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBTQIA+, Romance, urban fantasy, action, family-drama, superheroes, gay, nonbinary, trans, BDSM, secret identity, billionaire, Dom/sub
Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
Published: 2021-11-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

STETSON

Julian introduced several delights to me over the remainder of the summer, but the one I cherished most was the one I least expected. I’d had acquaintances and contacts—I’d even managed a lover or two, but I’d never had what you could call real friends before. Rosalie didn’t count for several reasons.

As agreed, I met Angie the Wednesday after we’d broken the penthouse in, and I’ve been grateful ever since.

I usually wore my collar in the penthouse—it was rare for me to take it off. Since most of my suit’s collars covered it, I almost constantly had it on.

It sat comfortably around my neck the night Julian brought her up to the penthouse, on full display since I wore a low-collared T-shirt.

Angie pushed the half-dozen bags of takeout Chinese food into Julian’s arms and stepped forward, hooking her finger around the ring on my collar and giving me a narrowed-eyed glare.

It was the same sort of expression I’d seen on Julian—a well-practiced and versed Dom—or in this case, Domme. It was quite effective. Angie was a tall and beautiful woman with a willowy grace and dark-brown eyes. She also had strength—of course, she was a super, but this was an inner fire that screamed I dare you to fuck with me!

With Julian, I’d already be on my knees, but she wasn’t my Dom, so I smirked instead. “Sorry, ma’am, I’d genuflect, but I have to ask the Master first.”

The glare immediately turned into a smirk, which became a smile as she laughed and let me go. “You, I like,” she said and turned to Julian. “All right, Precious, you can keep him.”

“Oh good! I was planning on doing that anyway.”

We ended up eating ourselves sick on sweet and sour chicken, rice, and spring rolls. After dinner, we hooked up an old Nintendo GameCube that Julian owned and played Mario games until two in the morning.

Angie was not a fan of Mario Kart. “You hit me with that blue shell one more time, Nadenheimer, and I’m rescinding my approval.”

I hit her with a green shell instead.

“I will murder you and every single person who’s ever looked at you fondly!” she snarled.

Julian leaned away from her. “Hey!”

“Okay, not you, Precious, but everybody else! You mark my words.”

“In his defense, it wasn’t blue,” he said.

She snorted. “Whose side are you on?”

“Uh, in this case? I’m gonna have to go with the guy who gets me off,” he said, and I cackled.

She considered it and then shrugged as the race ended. “That’s fair.”

She’d won anyway.

★

After that night, Angie became a semiregular fixture at the penthouse, which she called the Den. The name stuck. Weekends were sacrosanct—for Julian and me only—but Wednesdays morphed into game night.

I loved those and looked forward to them almost as much as the weekends where game night turned into dungeon night.

The sex was the best I’ve ever had. Once I found myself the space where Julian was Master and I was his whore, bondage ceased to be the proverbial bogeyman and became my go-to thing.

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