Debonair Playboys E-Book

Malory Chambers

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Debonair Playboys

Leseprobe

Debonair Playboys

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Money Buys Everything

"Surely that can't be legal," I lifted the coffee to my lips and took a small sip to hide the embarrassment I felt. He had shared a story about closing a case on swearing at a police officer that I was only half listening to.

Lawrence continued to stare at me with icy coolness that made me wonder why I agreed to go on this blind date in the first place.

"It is," he said. "At least in the United States. First Amendment and everything," he added with a shrug, then turned his attention to the phone for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. I wondered if, like me, he had been forced to go on this blind date by a well-meaning best friend.

His biceps flexed, straining against his tight black tux as he brought his own coffee to his lips for a small sip of the steaming coffee that misted his glasses. He took it off and wiped them with a handkerchief. If he wasn't such amazing eye candy and the coffee wasn't so good, I would've walked away half an hour ago. Thinking back, I probably should have.

"Listen, if you have someplace better to be...' I started, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my voice.

He shook his head and turned those mesmerizing blue eyes at me, "I know I'm not the best at... social situations," he said apologetically. "The truth is, I haven't been on a date since my wife left me three years ago," he explained.

I noted that he didn't mention the three year old toddler she also left with him. The smell of baby powder hung in the air. My nose was sensitive to different smells even though he might've been living with the smell so much that he doesn't even realize it's there anymore. I was surprised that he would leave out the child part. That was the perfect chance for him to open up about the little baby.

It also explains his obsession with his phone. He felt guilty for going out on a date instead of staying at home and caring for his child. He looked as if he was ready to talk more, but is holding things back because he was afraid of scaring me off.

"Would you like to talk about it?" I asked automatically, my profession as a private investigator seeping into the date. It would be a nice change from his short, mostly unsatisfying stories about his court cases anyhow.

"She cheated on me," he said with an edge to his voice. I knew I've touched a sensitive topic. I kept quiet and waited for him to continue talking.

His biceps flexed when he reached his hands to his collar and unbuttoned them. Anger rolled from his form like a wave.

"She cheated on you?" I prompted when the silence dragged on.

"Yeah," he said. "You ever heard of Debonair Playboys?"

I shook my head.

"It's an underground event," he explained as if that should clear things up for me.

"I've never heard of it," I reiterated.

"Most people haven't. I mean, if I didn't catch my ex in it, I wouldn't have believed it even existed. It's an event that specializes in humiliating women."

I gripped my coffee cup tightly, letting the warmth seep through. This was interesting. "An erotic humiliation fetish event?"

"Yes," he said. "so you've heard of it?" He sounded accusing.

I shook my head again and kept myself from rejecting his unfounded accusation, knowing that words would only make him more suspicious of me.

"What's erotic humiliation?" he asked suddenly, genuine curiosity in his voice. I was surprised that he had not found out more about it himself since it was the grounds for his separation. It would not be the first though. People often find it easier to hate something if they remained ignorant about it.

"Well, some people find consensual humiliation sexually arousing. It's usually part of BDSM and other sexual role play and is highly erotic for both the person being humiliated and the person doing the humiliating. Spectators are sometimes involved to increase the humiliation factor."

He fixed me with another icy stare. I matched his stare, refusing to back down. As if I passed some sort of test, he slowly nodded. When he spoke again, his voice was a deep growl that hinted I was not the only one turned on by the prospect of public humiliation, "Well, it was something like that, but not exactly."

"Tell me about this... Debonair Playboys event. What does that have to do with you leaving your ex?"

"There're two men hosting the event. You might've heard of them. Antony Burns and Dante Byrd?"

"Yeah, I've heard of them," I said, obvious surprise in my voice. Everyone's heard of the duo. They're only the riches men in town. They own all the [...]