Page 1 of Salvage Him

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Harrison

The thumping basshit me in the chest as soon as I entered. The metal sliding doors closed behind me with a whoosh. It reminded me of being hermetically sealed into our underground world. Like we were so dirty, the doors of Crush keptourworld from contaminatingtheirworld.

Had life aways been usagainstthem?

"Good evening, Mr. Crawford," Nina said as she grabbed the collar of my leather jacket and pushed it off myshoulders.

"Good evening, Nina," I leaned in and whispered inherear.

She shivered, smiled, and stepped totheside.

I did a scene with Nina once. She was beautiful and up for anything, but she tended to forget her place. I preferred to punish first and pleasure second. She desperately wanted her own Dom. I didn't have time to train her; it wasn't myresponsibility.

I rode up in the elevator. The place was crowded and loud tonight, but I recognized most of the men. The club offered a safe and confidential place for Doms and subs to play. The thumping sound was courtesy of a Dom and two subs performing a Shibari demonstration on the stage intheback.

As I stepped into the club, my shoulders relaxed. I scanned the crowd and spotted my friend, Davis Stewart, by the bar. We referred to him as the Professor. An actual professor, he taught at SMU law school. He was my mentor in thelifestyle.

I headed in hisdirection.

"Hello, Harrison," Davis greeted me in his formal Southern drawl with a handshake and a hug. One of his regular subs knelt at his feet. In here, she was another sub, but in real life, her name was Cassandra Blake, and she was an attorney who handled high profile divorcecases.

I nodded at the bartender who brought me a beer. I leaned my back against the bar to check out the crowd. I had finished a project today, and I wanted to celebrate. Two years ago, I worked in my father’s office and hated everything about my life. A year later, I celebrated every victory of livingmyown.

"You're in a good mood today,"Davissaid.

"Life is good." I took a sip andnodded.

"Today," he said and tipped his signaturefedora.

I grinned as a girl with light blond hair and a sexy smile, caughtmyeye.

Her name was Angelina. She was a regular at the club, but she preferred to watch. She smiled before lowering her eyes and continuing in my direction. It was unconventional for a sub to approach a Dom, but at Crush, and here in Dallas, we had our own rules in the BDSMcommunity.

She stopped in front of me, her eyes downcast, andwaited.

"It seems you have an admirer,"Davissaid.

"I don't know. She is a pretty little thing, but I'm looking to try something different tonight,"Isaid.

"Permission to speak, Sir?" Angelinaasked.

"Please," I mused, admiring her boldness and herperfecttits.

"I like different." She spoke in a tone that connected straight to a nerve in my cock, and Iwashard.

I downed the rest of my beer, and set it on the bar. I brushed her blond hair off her shoulder and leaned in. "You think you can handle my kind ofdifferent?"

She exhaled andnodded.

"Look at me and answer." I liftedherchin.

Her dark brown eyes scanned my face. The corners of her mouth turned up, and she lickedherlips.

Another move that always made my cockheavy.

Where did girls learn to do thatanyway?