Top Priority Read online Cara Dee (The Game Series #1)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
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The club was cloaked in darkness, and the music was too heavy for my tastes, but those participating were thoroughly enjoying themselves. The place was called The Attic and looked the part, including the vaulted ceiling. A bar at each end and scening booths along the walls, with a seating area and a dance floor in the middle.

Tonight’s theme was like a kick in the head, Bigs and their Littles, and I was spending the majority of the time telling Littles not to go too close to active scenes.

“Mister West!” someone hollered.

I squinted toward the bar and spotted the only girl I’d ever had a relationship with. A nonsexual one, of course, but it had fit us perfectly at the time. I smiled and watched her maneuver herself between the crowds of people to get to me. I couldn’t leave my spot at the moment. A Mommy Domme had tied her girl to a whipping post, and I knew they both played hard enough that I wanted to stay and keep an eye on them just in case.

“You haven’t visited in forever!” Ivy ran the last distance, her dark curls bouncing near the bodice of her dress, and I grinned and held out my arms just as she jumped. “Hi!”

“Hi, sweet girl.” I gave her cheek a kiss and hugged her tightly. “Are you up to no good as usual?”

She laughed and squirmed her way down. “You know it.” She shot me an impish grin and smoothed down her dress. “So why haven’t you been around? Are all the hotties in your other community keeping you that busy?”

I laughed and snuck a glance at the Domme who was now dripping hot wax over her sub’s breasts. “Mostly work, I’m afraid,” I told Ivy. “You know you’re more than welcome to join us for our events too, right?”

She’d accompanied me before, and it wasn’t like everyone there was gay.

Ivy puffed out her cheeks and crossed her eyes. “Then I’ll never meet a Dom for myself. Oh! Speaking of.” She got excited. “I played with River and Reese earlier. They were so much fun!”

That was interesting. I didn’t know they were back in town. The twin brothers were thrill seekers to the extreme. River had a job he never divulged much about that took him all over the world too. Last I heard, they were living in Bangladesh or something.

“You are showing surprisingly few bruises to have played with them, little one,” I noted with a smirk.

Even in the dark, I caught Ivy’s blush.

“Let’s just say I can’t sit down,” she replied.

I chuckled.

Much like me, River and Reese struggled to find the partner who fit just right. They were both gay, sadistic beyond words, always played together, and were exclusively drawn to sadomasochists who got off on adrenaline rushes. That’s where adorable unicorns like Ivy came to our rescue. Despite her young age of twenty-four, she’d been around for as long as she’d been legal, and she took it upon herself to welcome newbies by pointing out that nonsexual play was a great way to explore certain kinks. And she wasn’t wrong. Submissives, in particular, risked getting too attached when they were new in BDSM. Having someone like Ivy, and those of us who agreed with her, to show them options was wonderful.

The only downside was that the longing grew within. I felt the ache flaring up here and there. I wanted a Little to take care of, to guide, to push, to use, to nurture. Someone who obeyed me, someone who called me Daddy.

I met up with both Ivy and Reese for lunch the following week.

I’d been stuck in meetings all morning, so it felt nice to get out for a bit. The weather was lovely, the air was crisp, whispering of the last notes of summer before fall arrived. Ivy was waiting for me outside the French bistro, and she wore scrubs underneath her cardigan, so I assumed she was working today too.

“Hi, sexy suit guy, do I know you?” She waggled her eyebrows.

“Hello, beautiful dork. You’ve seen me around once or twice.” I dipped down and kissed her cheek. “Are you going to inhale lunch, or can you sit down with us this time?”

She chuckled and linked her arm with mine. “I’m actually just off my shift—plus overtime. This is my final meal before I hopefully sleep for twenty-four hours.”

Nothing had changed there, I noted quite sourly. The girl was always working. She was an ICU nurse over at GW Hospital, and she took all the overtime she could. And then some.

“Reese is already inside,” she said.

“Then why aren’t you?” I opened the door for her.

Ivy flushed. “He’s still scary, Lucas. You wouldn’t understand.”

I laughed softly, then notified the hostess that our friend was at our table. With a hand at the small of Ivy’s back, I guided her through the busy lunch crowd until we reached Reese in the back.



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