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“Commanding Acquisitions by Christine D’ Abo is a BDSM story that teaches the real meaning of BDSM – trust. Both Simon and Gavin have trust issues. 1-800-Dom-Help has put them on track to finding out why they have the trust issues but can they take a chance and make the most of the opportunity?…The emotional connection between the lead characters and their hotter-than-sin sex had me hooked on Commanding Acquisitions. ” Two Lips Reviews

“Commanding Acquisitions is one of those great stories where the strong come to understand their weaknesses, the weak come to find and accept their strengths and eventually everything sorts out to an HEA ending.” BlackRaven Reviews

“Commanding Acquisitions is a tender love story at heart—even with BDSM elements thrown in it is the connection between Simon and Gavin that steals the show. Gavin is coming to grips with a past that has left him scarred and Simon is trying to let go enough to be what Gavin needs. The way that Simon anticipates Gavin’s desires is at the core of what power exchange is all about—that level of trust in the other person to give you what you need is not hard to give but, once given with a good Dom like Simon, the pleasure is all the better.” Manic Readers Reviews

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.