across where the leather was shaped into a perfect little muzzle.

In seconds he had the straps undone. A shudder ran through his body as he refastened the buckle behind his head.

He turned toward the full length mirror on the back of his bedroom door, but kept his eyes on the carpet. He’d saved up for so long—carefully stock-piling both money and courage, until he could finally buy the hood.

He wasn’t sure if he could survive it being a disappointment.

Swallowing rapidly, Danny lowered himself clumsily to his knees and placed his hands on the floor in front of him. He summoned up just a little more bravery and looked up.

The sound that emerged from his throat sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Fitting, really.

Danny stared into his reflection. A leather-pupMcCormack

I washed my hands in the bathroom sink before running my fingers through my long brown locks.

I didn't want to go back out into the club.

I didn't care for strip clubs, unlike my guy Jesse, who if it was up to him, would have been at one every weekend.

Taking a breath, I headed for the door and unlocked it. As I pulled on the handle, a force pushed on it.

It was the stripper, Rex, the guy who I'd given one-too-many Washingtons because he was extra-friendly when I tipped him.

In his neon-green thong, some bills stuffed into his thigh straps, he hurried inside and closed the door behind him, slyly locking it behind him, like this wasn't his first time pulling this move on a guy.

He was hot as