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Velvet Blade
by Sean Michael
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Gideon Blueplum has made a lot of money working hard and now it's time to play. He's come to the Velvet Glove, ready to pay for a year in advance to enjoy the pleasures that the club offers. He doesn't expect to meet someone like Tybalt within his first hour of being at the Glove. Tybalt is beautiful, shy, and everything Gideon's been looking for in a sub and Gideon sweeps the man right off his feet. But Tybalt's a refugee, and his people were all but wiped out by their conquerors. Will he and Gideon be able to play and enjoy each other's company, will they be able to fall in love, without Tybalt's past interfering? Or will that past spell disaster for everyone?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Screwdriver, 2009 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: April 2010
 
80 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [251 KB]
Words: 56078
Reading time: 160-224 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Gideon Blueplum walked into the Velvet Glove and plonked his bag down. He tossed his credstick on the counter. "I'd like an apartment, please. For a year."
He grinned at the guy behind the desk, hoping he'd thrown the man. The Velvet Glove was the premier BDSM club in the galaxy -- hell, probably in the universe -- and he'd come to have some fun. He figured there were some heavy hitters here and he'd have to do what he could to stand out.
"A year?" Rainbow-colored eyes stared at him a moment, then the young man's head tilted. "I think you'll need to make arrangements with Kestrel. That's his thing. Come on in, have a seat at the bar, and I'll have him come to you."
Pretty, pretty. The eyes were a nice touch.
"What about my bag?" he asked. He'd only brought his tools with him -- he planned to buy everything else new.
"You can secure it in a locker, if you'd like, or you're welcome to carry it with you." He received a warm, welcoming smile, the young man just a sweetheart.
Well, if they were half as impressed with him as he was with them, he'd be happy. "I'll just carry it, honey."
He followed the young man, admiring a sweet little ass. At least that's what he was doing until they walked into a large room with a bar along one wall, a dining area, a dance floor, and a pair of raised stages at the far end of the space. Late afternoon though it was, the place was almost half full, folks doing everything from having a drink to making out on the dance floor.
Awesome.
He took a seat at the bar, just taking it all in as Rainbow Eyes scurried off, no doubt to get... what was it now, a bird name of some sort.
"Good evenin', sir." A huge, dark-skinned man approached behind the bar, the syn-wood sparkling with thousands of tiny lights. "Can I get you somethin' to drink?"
"Just some water, please." A bar's water was the truest test of what kind of place it was. A lot of people didn't know that.
"Surely." He got another warm smile, and a glass of icy cold water was handed over. "You're new. Waiting for Kes?"
Ah, yes, Kestrel. He'd never have remembered that. "Yes, I believe I am. You been working here long?" The staff were certainly varied and lovely.
"About ten cycles. I'm Banks." A huge, square hand was offered to him, his own taken in a firm grip.
A communit beeped and Banks answered, murmuring for a moment before meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir. Kestrel is dealing with an emergency and will be a few moments. Would you like a meal while you wait?"
"I'll tell you in a minute."
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