Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) by Deanndra Hall Page A

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CHAPTER SEVEN
    J osé’s eyes almost popped out of his head when Tony and Nikki walked through the door. He wasn’t sure which one of them looked most delicious. If they’d invited him into bed at that moment, he would’ve climbed in and done both of them in a split second. He didn’t care that Nikki was almost old enough to be his mother; she was hot. “Wow! You guys look great! Guest passes all around. Have fun!”
    “Have every intention of doing so!” Nikki said, but Tony just scowled.
    It was about seven o’clock, and the club was buzzing. There were a couple of the stages in use by Doms with their subs, and Tony was having trouble taking it all in, but Nikki seemed to be in her element. She stopped a couple of the women and talked to them. Tony was shocked – barefoot, they were wearing nothing topside, and one of them had nothing on below except a jeweled chain around her waist, while the other wore only a scanty thong. Both had what looked like some kind of tight necklaces on with locks on their clasps. When she joined him at the bar, he asked, “What’s with the things . . .” and pointed to his neck.
    “Oh, collars. They’re in committed Dom/sub relationships. Why do you think I put this on?” she asked, and he noticed the thin leather necklace for the first time. “This tells other Doms and tops that I’m taken. I’m off-limits.”
    “Yes you are!” he grinned and kissed her, and she kissed him back, her tongue halfway down his throat. When they came up for air, he said, “Well, if this place does that to you, maybe we’ll come back more often!”
    She giggled, then gasped. “Oh. My. God.” Tony turned to see what she was looking at.
    It was Vic. Tony’s mouth dropped open. He barely recognized his own cousin. Vic looked twice as big and lethal as usual, and there was an air of confidence about him that was startling. He looked over at the bar, spotted Tony and Nikki, and made a beeline to them.
    “You came! I’m so glad to see you guys!” he said, scooping Nikki up and kissing her, then hugging Tony.
    “Yeah, we came to see you in action! This place is nice!” she said, looking around again. “Private rooms nice too?”
    “Yeah, and you should see the dungeon. Primo,” Vic said.
    “Maybe I could sometime,” she said, glancing at Tony, but she could tell from the look on his face that it wouldn’t be happening. “So when do you go on?”
    “Dunno. I’m the service Dom, so I have to wait for someone to ask for my services.”
    “How’s that going?” Tony asked.
    “Not too good,” Vic said, looking away. “I think they’re all afraid of me. I do look kind of . . .” he said, trailing off.
    “Terrifying?” Tony said, grinning.
    Vic laughed. “Something like that! Anyway, gonna go mingle. Maybe I’ll get lucky!” Vic kissed Nikki on the cheek before he walked away.
    Nikki gave Tony a look that said she wanted something. “What, baby?” She put her hands on her hips. “Oh, no! Uh-uh. No.”
    “But baby, we promised him we’d do anything he needed us to. I want to do this for him. Please?” She stuck her lower lip out and Tony knew right then that his ship was sinking and she wouldn’t be throwing him a life preserver.
    “Get him over here and let me talk to him,” Tony muttered.
    In a flash, Nikki crossed the floor, grabbed Vic’s hand, and dragged him back to Tony. “Well?” she said, taking “The Stance.” That always signified the end of the line for Tony.
    “So, my wife would like to play with you, if you’ll have her.” Then he thought, That was a poor choice of words.
    “Your idea or hers?” Vic asked.
    “Exactly,” Tony said. Vic chuckled.
    “Well, I have some rules.” Tony and Nikki both waited. “First one: When we’re scening, you will call me sir. Doesn’t matter what our relationship is elsewhere; when we’re up there, I’m your Dom and you are my sub. No negotiation