Commanding Acquisitions

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An Excerpt From: COMMANDING ACQUISITIONS

Copyright ? CHRISTINE D?ABO, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.

Chapter One

Simon
stood back and watched the bouncer turn away a group of people who couldn?t
be any older than nineteen or twenty. He?d been standing in the shadows for
a solid twenty minutes, watching the bouncer and what looked to be a hostess manage the crowd.

From
what he could tell, entrance to Unfettered had little to do with the outfit
and everything to do with the list the small woman held close to her chest.
Simon had recognized several of the people who?d been let in and just as
many who the hulking man of a bouncer had chased away. None of the rejects
were people Simon wanted to be with, and several of whom had caused
problems at some of the other clubs in town.

Maybe
this place was going to work out after all.

Running
a hand through his hair, Simon pulled out his sunglasses and slipped them
on. He?d decided to wear his leather pants, black silk shirt and
knee-length leather jacket. He knew exactly the image he painted when he
had it on?easily able to blend into the background, yet once noticed, people weren?t able to look away. It had been one of
Russ? favorite outfits for Simon to wear.

Walking
across the street toward the club, excitement grabbed at him in a way he
hadn?t felt in ages. It had been a long time since he?d experienced this
level of anticipation when hitting a club. Maybe Jocelyn had been right and
he?d been too wound up recently.

He
could relax and enjoy this.

Simon
slowed his approach as three men in the line ahead of him bitched and
moaned, trying to bully the hostess. The bouncer stood like a wall behind
the much shorter woman. This close Simon was able to see she was quite
beautiful with her long black hair spilling across her shoulders. If he
wasn?t very sure of his sexuality, she?d be the type of woman he?d go
after.

?I
don?t care what your list says, I know you want to
let us in there.? The kid in front of Simon held out a wad of bills, with
the intention of either impressing or buying her off. ?I think your boss
will appreciate it.?

?I am
the boss, children.? Her painted on smile wavered for a second as her gaze
skirted across the youth to land on Simon. She cocked an eyebrow as if to
say, can you believe these punks, before waving her hand at the man
behind her.

?Hayden
here hasn?t eaten today, boys. I don?t think you want to piss him off or
else he might start to feel peckish. Now, if
you?d please move along, I have actual customers to let in.?

?You
heard the lady. Move it, assholes,? Hayden barked, collecting the three youth
to push them out of the way. Their shouts were slowly drowned out by the
beat of the music flowing from inside the club.

Steeling
himself, Simon took a step forward and clasped his hands behind his back.
?Fun crowd.?

The
woman smirked. ?You know what it?s like. A new, very selective club opens
up in town and everyone wants to have a look. I?m sure you?ll appreciate we
have to be careful. My name is Dru and I?d like
to welcome you to Unfettered.?

?Thanks.
Simon Matthews.?

Dru
scanned the list, a bright smile on her face. ?Ah yes, I remember your name
getting added this morning. There you are.?

Simon?s
heart beat just a little faster. ?I never gave my name to the person I was
speaking to on the phone.?

?Well,
let?s just say we have our ways. See, you?re here.? Turning her list
around, Simon was surprised to see his name printed there, third from the
bottom.

?That?s
quite the system you have.?

?It
keeps me in business. Ah, Hayden is back.?

The
giant, bald man quietly took up his position behind Dru.
The muscles of his arms weren?t contained by his black t-shirt, bulging
from beneath. Hayden stared down at Simon, yet another thing he wasn?t used
to. Being just over six-two, he rarely had to look up at anyone.

?Evening.?
Hayden?s voice was low and he sounded less than impressed.

?Let
him in, please.? Dru?s soft tone had the giant
man jumping to do her bidding.

?Yes,
ma?am.?

?Please
enjoy your evening, Mr. Matthews. I hope you find what you?re looking for.?

Me too. Simon nodded, keeping his face
as passive as he could manage, and stepped inside.

The
dark hallway caught flashes of light as he moved toward the main room. With
each step, Simon felt he was moving toward something important, special.
Maybe it was simply because of how he?d come to be here, the oddity of the
phone number and the list. Simon found himself hopping for the first time
in months that the club could give him something special.

The
music had a low steady beat that echoed deep in Simon?s gut as he walked
into the main section of the club. A bar took up most of the room along one
of the back walls, currently being run by a good looking red-headed woman.
There must be more than one person normally there. The small crowd of
people waiting for drinks dissuaded him from approaching.

The
leather chairs were setup in various configurations around the room. Each
grouping gave him a different view of the evening?s activities. In one
corner, a woman was being whipped by her Dom. The red lash marks glowed
under the brighter spotlight focused on the area. Her naked ass remained
untouched, but Simon knew it would meet the same fate soon.

In
another area, a young man stood suspended and spread-eagle, clamps on his
nipples and a blindfold over his eyes. A woman walked around him, her nails
leaving a trail of marks across his skin as she moved. The man?s cock was
hard and leaking, pre-cum dribbling down his shaft. Intrigued, Simon found
a chair close by and sat to watch the woman work.

The
two had clearly been together for a long time. She knew exactly where to press,
to tease, how hard to slap his ass or cock?the man moaned, sighed, bucked,
clearly wanting more. Simon?s body responded, his cock now half hard as he
watched the man. Maybe she would be
willing to share for a night.

Movement
from the corner of his eye caught his attention. A man stood on the
opposite side of the bar from the rest of the group. He looked down quickly
as Simon made eye contact, telling him what he needed to know?the man was a
sub. The lighting was dark enough to prevent Simon from getting a good look
at him, though from this distance his half-naked body was fit enough for
Simon?s tastes.

Not
wanting to appear interested, Simon returned his attention back to the show
before him. The woman now had a riding crop in hand and carefully landed
swats against the man?s skin. Love taps, nothing serious. As she moved to
stand behind her sub, she made eye contact with Simon. She smirked and
nodded her head in acknowledgement. Simon returned the nod and wished he?d
had a drink so he could fully appreciate the entertainment.

?Hey,
excuse me.?

Looking
up, Simon met the gaze of a tall, young man. Somehow, this one was the size
of Hayden out front, yet less bulky. The man was grinning wide and toothy
at Simon, and looked like he wanted to invite him out for a beer and BBQ
rather than being in a fetish club.

?Hello.?
Simon really didn?t want to be rude, but the last thing he needed tonight
was to have a chat with someone.

?I?m
Jared, one of the bartenders. You?re new here and I see you?re drinkless. I was about to head back over to the bar.
Would you like me to get you anything??

A
sharp crack of leather against flesh, followed by a cry from the suspended
man, filled the silence while Simon tried to get his brain to catch up.
This place had everything he?d been looking for in a club, including
perceptive staff.

Normally,
Simon would never drink on a work night or if he was going into a heavy
scene. Then again, recently every night was a work night. Why the hell not? ?Scotch, neat.?

Somehow,
Jared?s smile managed to grow brighter. ?Excellent. I have a twenty-five
year old Macallan opened up, just waiting for a
taster.?

Christ, he didn?t have money to
throw around.
?How much??

?First
drink?s on the house. After that we can put it on your tab and you can settle
up with Dru at a later time.?

?Business
must be good.? He should have opened a bar.

Jared
chuckled. ?We do okay. I?ll send someone over with that drink.?

?Thanks.?

?Enjoy
the show.?

Simon
couldn?t stop from checking out the kid?s ass as he made his way over to
the bar. Not that Simon was getting the vibe from him, but if nothing else
panned out tonight, maybe he could convince Jared to join him for a few
games.

Don?t play with the straight
boys, Simon.

The
woman had changed her stance behind her sub. Feet wider than shoulder
width, she was bringing the crop down in a series of increasingly harder
smacks. The man?s body shook, but he wasn?t pulling away.

?How
many is that?? The Domme asked loud enough for
Simon to hear easily.

?Thank
you, Mistress. Five, Mistress.?

?Not
nearly enough.?

?No,
Mistress.?

Spinning
on her heel, she marched over to the table close to the wall. Simon
couldn?t see the instruments waiting for her use, but when she came back
with a large paddle, leather knots covering the surface, Simon knew he
wanted to take a serious look.

?I
don?t think you?ve been good at all. I think you need to be punished.?

The
man sobbed, his hips bucking out. ?Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you.?

?It
does.? Simon didn?t miss the gentle caress of her fingers along her sub?s
back. Reaching up, she slipped her fingers into his and Simon smiled as she
received a reassuring squeeze.

The
moment was over as she stepped away and, with lightning reflexes, landed a
blow across both his ass cheeks. The crack was louder than anything else in
the room. The corresponding gasp and moan from the man was all Simon needed
for his cock to go rock hard.

He sat
there, mesmerized by the woman?s mastery with the paddle, when he felt a
presence approaching from his side. Half expecting Jared and his drink,
Simon was surprised when he saw it was in fact the sub from the bar.

The
man dropped to his knees like a rag doll being cast aside by a child. Eyes
and head down, he held out the tumbler, filled three fingers high with
amber liquid, and silently waited for Simon to take it.

Immediately,
he looked back to the scene unfolding in front of him and did his best to
ignore the newcomer. It had been a long time since he?d had a person offer
himself like this. Simon was jaded enough to know that nine times out of
ten it didn?t mean what he hoped. Maybe he was picky, or getting old, but
he wasn?t willing to take on just anyone as a sub. Not anymore.