Johnny diMarco is a spoiled, rich brat who has made his way through almost every Dom at The Hammer Club. None of them can handle him. Even Oliver has tried and has sadly had to admit defeat.
Dolph Waters is a newcomer to the Hammer, but he’s been a Dom at a club up north for quite a while. When he hears about Johnny, he’s intrigued and agrees to meet the sub and give it his best shot.
It doesn’t take long for Dolph to realize that Johnny needs far more than a simple blistering spanking, the sub needs attention and intense focus from his Dom. The more he gets to know Johnny, the more Dolph falls for him and wants to be the one to give Johnny what he needs. His biggest obstacle is Johnny himself who has decided that BDSM is a lie, one he isn’t interested in anymore.
Can Dolph convince Johnny that they can not only be friends, and lovers, but also Dom and sub? Or is he doomed to have his heart broken?
Excerpt Dolph was dining alone. He was supposed to be dining with Johnny, the new sub, getting to know the man, but so far Billy hadn't brought him in yet. He assumed this was Johnny's fault as Billy wasn't the type to be late, and not call about it. That was okay, though, it gave him time to practice not letting such things bother him. He had the feeling being Zen was going to be something he was going to have to work very hard at. For Oliver to be so on the edge...
Dolph had researched Johnathan diMarco extensively. The last son of an Italian magnate, the man never wanted for anything, never paid for anything, and never spent a moment of unstructured time in his life, up until he was an adult. Dolph was about to rock his world.
Billy came in, face like a thundercloud, a lean, dark-haired man pushed before him. Both the man's hands were held in one of Billy's, caught at the back of the man's head.
Wow. Dolph was pretty sure he'd ever seen Billy look so angry at anyone, ever. He made himself stay where he was, though, and let Billy bring Johnny to him.
"Your package." Bill shoved Johnny down into a chair. "Dolph."
"It's a little late," he noted, keeping his focus on Billy. He had enough of an eye on Johnny, though, that he'd notice if the man attempted to leave his chair.
"Indeed. He picked a fight with Montana and burned him with a cigarette."
"It was an accident, you fuck!"
Dolph leaned in and grabbed Johnny by the shirt collar, quick as a thought. "That's Sir or Master to you, boy. If you can't show any respect, you don't belong here."
Dark eyes stared at him, so defiant. "I didn't mean to do it. I don't hurt people!"
He held that gaze. "Then apologize to Master Billy and be polite about it."
"I didn't mean to hurt him. He shouldn't try to fight me." Look at the stubborn set of that chin.
"That isn't an apology." Dolph didn't let go of Johnny's shirt, holding the man right where he was.
"I'm sorry he got hurt." The words were offered over reluctantly.
"Master Billy." He wasn't letting Johnny go until his order had been complied with completely.
"I'm sorry he got hurt, Master Billy."
Dolph nodded and looked up at Billy.
"I'm going. He needs me." Bill looked furious. "Good luck."
"I hope he's okay, Billy." He watched the man go before turning back to Johnny. "Are there any masters you haven't pissed off yet?"
He let go of Johnny's shirt but stayed right there. "No, I imagine not. I've only just met you, though, so because you apologized to Master Billy, you've got a clean slate with me."
"I didn't mean to hurt that guy. He was fighting with me."
Dolph leaned back, looked at Johnny. Dark, swarthy, eyes snapping -- the man promised fire. "And why was he fighting with you, boy?""
"Who the fuck knows? He called me a rich bastard. I don't need that fucking shit." Such a filthy mouth.
"There won't be any fighting on my watch. Or swearing." He tapped his fingers on the table a moment. "You have to decide if you're going to accept me as your master or not. I don't expect blind obedience, but there will be punishments when needed."
"And why the fuck are you different? The Big Dom couldn't handle me. Why the fuck can you?"