Page 15 of Learning to Trust

Andrew grinned. “You are expecting us to socialize outside of fucking?”

I felt my face heat. Had I assumed too much? “Sorry, I thought as friends we would socialize, that we wouldn’t see each other only to fuck.”

"Of course we won't only see each other for fucking. I hope you'll spend time with my friends and me. Let me make one thing perfectly clear—I'm a very tactile person, thanks to Aunt Heather, so I will hold your hand and won't hesitate to kiss you regardless of where we are."

“Oh—”

“Problem?”

“I grew up in a family where no one cared enough to hug, but no, it will be nice to be with someone who isn’t ashamed to be seen with me.”

Andrew took my face between his hands and pressed his full lips to mine. "I would never be ashamed to be seen with you. Ever. Another thing… regardless of what happens between us sexually, I hope we will always be friends. If you meet someone you are interested in, you are to tell me immediately. Our friendship will continue; the sex will not."

“You’ll also tell me if you meet someone.”

“Not going to happen. I will never become involved in a relationship.”

I smiled at Andrew. “Never say never.”

“I assure you, in this case, never absolutely means never. Now we need to make a move.”

We both stood. “Will we take my car since it’s in the driveway? I don’t mind if you want to drive.”

“Good idea.” Andrew snatched the keys I held out.

***

I relaxed back in the seat as Andrew drove. About twenty minutes into the drive, he turned onto a driveway beside a dark gray painted building with a red painted ‘Twenty-Six’ emblazoned across the front.

Andrew held a card against an electronic reader attached to a post, and a huge metal door in front of us rose. He guided the car down a ramp into an underground parking garage and pulled into a space before switching off the vehicle. The ticking of the cooling motor echoed loudly in the confined space, and after releasing our seatbelts, we both climbed from the car. Andrew locked the doors, setting the alarm with a beep, and shoved the keys into the front pocket of his jeans before reaching for my hand. This time I didn't flinch at the gesture and willingly slid my hand into his before we walked toward a pair of metal-doored elevators. After Andrew pressed a button on the wall, the doors of one elevator slid open, and we stepped inside, where he pushed a button for the first floor. I noted there were two floors above the parking garage and suspected I would soon learn what was on each.

"The club will always protect your identity and privacy, so you have no reason to be concerned. Like everyone else, you will sign a non-disclosure statement with your membership, and there are very harsh penalties if you breach the conditions."

“I understand.”

The elevator came to a stop with a slight bounce, and when the doors slid open, we stepped into a reception area similar to what would be found in any high-class hotel. The floor was white marble, as were the tops of the polished wood reception desk, and an enormous chandelier overhead provided bright light, which was needed as there were no windows.

There were three men and a woman behind the desk, and when the woman greeted Andrew, we crossed the floor to where she stood.

"Vanessa, this is the gentleman I spoke with you about earlier. As agreed, I emailed his membership form, so it only needs his signature."

Vanessa looked me up and down and gave me a warm smile. “Welcome, David. I have the paperwork printed off ready, Sir.”

Vanessa reached into a tray of paperwork next to a computer and placed a single sheet on the counter. At the same time, she requested identification and handed me a pen. I showed her my driver's license and she verified my identity. The membership form had a red Twenty-Six logo like I'd seen painted on the building.

“The rules on the form are the same as the document I showed you at home, and I will ensure you follow them today, but I recommend you skim them over again before signing.”

"I trust you, Sir, and can reread them at home."

Andrew hadn’t insisted I refer to him as Sir, but I hadn’t missed how his eyes darkened with lust when I did. I liked seeing the want in his eyes.

I signed where indicated, and Andrew countersigned as a VIP member. I couldn't help wondering how long he'd been at the club to have obtained VIP status, and why the fuck did knowing he'd been here before to fuck other men cause jealousy to flood my body?

I handed the paperwork over, and a few minutes later, Vanessa gave me a white membership card with the same logo as the application form. She then asked me to hold out my left wrist and when I did, she applied a white latex band to my wrist.

"The band indicates that you are new and a Sub who is spoken for, so other Doms won't show interest and approach you."

So the band showed I was taken—owned by Andrew, and didn't I love knowing that piece of information?