1. The lucky one chosen by the lion.
A lazy figure on the stairs walked slowly down, and the muscles bulged on the slender legs at each step would support the ironing of the straight woolen trousers, as if it contained infinite power. The ice-blue shirt was neatly tucked into the waistband of the trousers, the man lowered his head and was buttoning the cuff buttons, while the two buttons on the neckline were casually opened. A small piece of honey-colored skin was exposed under the neckline, delicate and tight, and sexy, reminiscent of only the most primitive carnal desires. There is also a black lambskin collar close to the skin under the neckline. The collar is soft and delicate in texture, ensuring that it will not leave any traces after wearing it for a long time, and it will not make people wearing it feel uncomfortable. Right in front of the collar, a ring of the same color hung on a silver bulge, which shook slightly as it moved.
When Leo walked into the lobby of the BDSM club, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes looking at him in the entire lobby. Some looked away with unwillingness, but some followed his footsteps with deep desire.
Leo seemed to be totally ignorant of all this. His sharply angular face still had a lazy look, but his black eyes were as sharp and indifferent as beasts. After he swept his eyes at random, he went to the circle in the middle of the hall. The sofa group walked.
There are already two men with different styles sitting there, one young and handsome and dangerous, the other mature, steady and wise.
Seeing Leo approaching, the young man laughed, "Ah, our Lion King is back."
When Leo sat down beside him, the young man immediately handed him a dark drink.
Leo took the cup and frowned, "Du Zechen, I told you not to use a coffee cup to fill my red robe, you are wasting my tea."
The young man smiled, "I think it's just your mood that has affected its taste. Also here, please call me Long Ming."
Leo narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Are you provoking your boss now?"
"No!" Long Ming stared at him dissatisfied, "There are only Dom and Sub here, no boss and assistants."
"Then you should remember that I also said that if you can't follow the instructions I gave in the office, you can immediately change to a boss!" Leo's imposing whisper was like roaring, causing Long Ming to shrink subconsciously.
"Boss, I hate you!" Long Ming wailed in frustration, because his boss was indeed in the office when he asked him not to make tea with a coffee cup.
"Very good, every assistant hates his boss." Leo took a sip of the cold tea indifferently. Although the fragrance of the tea is gone, he now likes the sensation of the cold liquid pouring into his body, which can slightly calm the hot pain he had just been whipped.
"No, it's because you have seriously harmed the dignity of a Dom. I think it can only be recovered if you give you a whip." Long Ming looked at him full of resentment.
Leo also looked back at him with a smile, "That will only hurt your dignity more seriously."
"....." Long Ming shut up because he knew that his boss could definitely do it when he said it.
"Where is that Dom?" Sitting on the other side, Senze, who had been silently watching without speaking, said suddenly.
"Maybe I walked through the back door." Leo said, carelessly.
Long Ming looked at him with horror, "God, boss, what's wrong with that poor man?"
"Nothing, we had a great time."
"and then?"
"He wanted me to be his slave, so I looked at him for a while, and then he ran away."
...Too cruel...Long Ming couldn't help expressing deep sympathy for the poor man from the bottom of his heart.
"Leo, I have been thinking, maybe you are just an M, you like to be tortured, but you are not a Sub, you don't like being controlled." Senze said to him in a low voice.
"No, I like being controlled, it makes me feel happy physically and mentally."
When Leo said this, Long Ming seemed to see a giant cat licking the paw that killed its prey after being satisfied.
"But you throw away every Dom you have played with you like a used condom, you even make them feel inferior, because you are too powerful, no Dom has the ability to control you." Senze continued.
"Yes, if I don't want to, no one can make me obey. Don't you think that it is because I am a Sub that I am willing to let them control me during training?"
"In my opinion, this is more like a use. Let Dom satisfy you when you need it, and discard it carelessly after it is satisfied."
"Maybe you are right. It is a bit difficult to keep obedience to them after I feel satisfied." Leo raised his mouth arrogantly with a mocking look on his face.
"So I'm very curious about what kind of Dom is needed to tame you. I think that person will be the luckiest guy, and everyone will be jealous of him." Senze didn't care about his arrogance, and said sincerely.
"Lucky?" Leo couldn't help looking at a corner from the corner of his eyes, where a man was sitting quietly on the solo sofa by the window with a book in his hand. A Sub was kneeling beside the man's feet, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and his head was gently placed on the man's leg. While reading the book, the man combed the man's black hair with his fingers subconsciously. Leo put a sincere smile on the corner of his mouth, "I am indeed a lucky guy."
It seems Leo's habit to come to the club's member hall to spend time every night, sometimes his assistant Long Ming will come with him, sometimes he is alone. He doesn't play games very often. Although the Dom he wants to play with him comes several times every night, Leo seldom agrees.
He came to the club just to see if the man was there. If he is not there, he will casually find familiar people to listen to them to pass the time, while guessing whether the man will come tonight.
It seemed very lucky today. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the man sitting on the solo sofa by the window that he liked, but he didn't hold a book today. In the past, whether he was alone or with his Sub, there would always be books by his side. When waiting for someone, or spending time with Sub, he would watch quietly with a book.
Leo found a sofa area he was used to and sat down, but his eyes stayed on the man.
He seems to be in a bad mood today, or a little irritable. The brows on his face looking out the window were gathered, and the corners of his mouth were stretched straight. Leo guessed that he must be looking for a Sub to give vent now, or he is here today.
But unlike Leo, the man here is just an ordinary Dom. There is no extraordinary figure, no strong aura, no superb means, and even self-confidence is very limited. In fact, he was a man who looked 26 or 27 years old, with nice features and a soft black hair. The white shirt is clean and tidy, but it is difficult to see how much power the body under the shirt has. The height is less than 180, and the thin body even reminds people of thin guys. When he is holding a book, you will feel a melancholy temperament from him, like a gentle and polite aristocratic young master, but not the slightest aura that Dom should have.
The Sub who has played with him all said that he is very gentle, safe, attentive, and thoughtful... Then everyone will see the image of a good man at home. The people here nicknamed him Lu Sheng. Lu is his surname, and Sheng means ancient scholars.
He is almost unattractive to Sub. The players who play with him are all newbies who are new to BDSM. Those gentle methods are just right for the new Sub to get started. But there are very few newbies here, because if you have not been in contact with this circle to a certain extent, you will not know this club at all.
So I waited until very late, and none of the Subs went up to talk to him. He didn't take the initiative to find sub, it seems that he also understood that those skilled Sub would not be interested in him. The irritability on the man's face gradually became numb, and finally turned into disappointment.
After sitting all night, the man found nothing.
When he thought there would be no more gains tonight, Leo walked to his side.
"Luck seems to be bad tonight." Leo laughed.
"Yes." Lu Sheng replied with a wry smile.
"I can accompany you."