The Rules

By Gale Stanley

Wil Rice has been a Dom for over ten years, but he has yet to find the perfect submissive to share his dark desires. Maybe he wants too much. He’s looking for the whole package—a partner, a lover, a man who will trust him enough to surrender body and mind.

Wil plays at an underground sex party, and a scene with Aiden Murphy convinces him that he’s found his submissive. But Aiden belongs to someone else—a sadistic police chief who’s not about to give up his property. Wil knows he should walk away, but he’s hooked. He can’t get Aiden out of his head, and he’ll do anything to get his hands on the boy again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Mar 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772332759

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Copyright© 2015 Gale Stanley

ISBN: 978-1-77233-275-9

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: JS Cook

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For everyone who believes that rules are meant to be broken.

THE RULES

Scenes from the Underground, 1

Gale Stanley

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

Wil bounced impatiently on his heels, and pressed the buzzer again. Something skittered over his boot and raced into an alley. Mother fuck! I should have told the cabbie to wait. The abandoned warehouse looked… abandoned. Maybe the vice squad already closed the party down.

Finding erotic thrills wasn’t as easy as it used to be. The new chief of police was keen to prove himself by cleaning up the city, and he came down hard on the sex industry. Bars that catered to the down and dirty crowd were the first to close. Kinksters who wanted to rub elbows and other naughty bits were forced to go underground, and sex parties changed venue faster than Wil switched submissives. But, a kinky gay man could still find a place to be massaged, whipped, fucked, sucked, whatever, he just had to know the right people, and be ready to move—

The door swung open, and a big blond stared at Wil expectantly.

Willis Rice. Inside, he’d be Master or Sir, but Wil wouldn’t make it inside if he couldn’t prove who he was. He showed his ID, and exchanged a few hushed words through the crack. The muscleman looked over his shoulder, and surveyed the street like a secret agent checking for a tail. It was laughable, but Wil knew better than to laugh at someone who looked like Thor on steroids. The door opened wider.

Wil entered a small well-lit office and lifted his arms. He knew the Rules. Everything had been prearranged online, but Blondie still needed to check for recording devices, cameras, anything that might document what went on here. Two meaty hands started the pat-down.

I usually get dinner first.

Blondie ignored Wil’s feeble attempt at humor and proceeded to frisk his thighs and legs. When the not-so-gentle giant groped his crotch, Wil hoped it wouldn’t be his biggest thrill of the night. The full-body search was demeaning, but Wil was lucky to be here at all. Reporters were usually personae non gratae, but Wil had been a BDSMer since college, and he’d already earned major street cred in the community.

Finally satisfied, Blondie stepped aside and pointed to a door on the far wall. You can go in.

Wil crossed the threshold, and stopped to let his eyes adjust to the dim interior. For a surreal minute, he thought he was in an Egyptian temple. Rows of columns punctuated the space, disappearing into the dark recesses of the complex. He shook his head, and when his vision improved, he moved further inside, trying to get a feel for the place. The columns were only support pilings after all, but they did double duty, serving