judgment on their faces, so he dug in. “Well, I went to Steve’s club tonight. While I was there I had a long talk with José. And I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“We’re listening,” Tony said. Nikki nodded, sitting back down at his feet.
Vic told them all the things he and José had talked about. Tony knew what had happened with Carrie, with the others, and it was clear that he’d told Nikki, so when Vic finished, he asked, “So, what do you think? Is this something that would work for me? I need some direction.”
“Nikki, you have way more experience in this realm than I do. What do you think?” Tony asked. Vic was shocked. Nikki knows about this stuff? What the hell?
“I think you would benefit from it, no doubt about it. It would help you with self-control and impulse control. Being an active, dedicated Dominant takes great concentration. Of course, anyone can call themselves a Dom and beat the shit out of their sub or bottom, but to be the Dom that a sub would love and respect takes a lot of discipline. You ready for that?”
“I am.” Vic’s resolution was firm. He was at the point where he’d do anything that might help.
“Then I’d say you should pursue it.” Tony leaned in again and locked eyes with Vic. “Buddy, you know we’ll do anything you need us to, anything. We love you and we want you to be happy, and we all know you haven’t been. I’m in the best place I’ve been in years, decades even, and now it’s your turn.” Vic’s hands were on his knees, and Tony reached over and put his hands on top of Vic’s. Nikki leaned in and put her hands on top of Tony’s.
Vic couldn’t remember ever feeling as much love coming from anyone as he did from the two of them – their encouragement meant everything to him. “Okay. I’m going to talk to McCoy as soon as I can. I want to move forward with this.”
“I can make that happen. You’ll be able to talk to him tomorrow,” Tony said. “You’ve got my word.”
“Hey, big guy! What’s up?” Steve was surprised to hear from Tony on a Saturday.
“What are you up to today? Got some time? I need to talk to you. Correction: I have someone here who needs to talk to you.”
“Who?”
“Vic.”
“Has he gotten himself into some kind of trouble?” Steve asked. He hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Vic, but he’d seen him from across the room at the club the night before. Steve had been busy applying his services to a particular lady who’d been there three times and had never found someone to service her. There was only one of him, and he was wishing a few more guys would sign on to be service Doms and tops. He’d offered to train Peyton, but the blue-eyed blond had backed away so fast that Steve thought he’d go right through the wall, and José was way more valuable at the front.
“Nope. No trouble. He just needs to talk to you.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s here with us. He needs some moral support. Can you come over?” Coming from Tony Walters, it couldn’t be classified as a request; Steve was expected to show up. That’s what you got when you kept Steve McCoy on permanent retainer.
“Yeah. I can be there in a couple of hours. That good enough?”
“Yep – see you then.”
Tony went back upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door where Vic had slept the night before. “Yeah?” Vic yelled from inside the room, and Tony opened the door and walked in.
“McCoy will be here in a couple of hours. You sure about this?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” There was a question that had been niggling at Vic since the night before. “By the way, how does Nikki know anything about this stuff?”
Tony gave him a serious look. “Vic, remember: Nikki had a life before we met.” Vic nodded, trying not to look surprised. “We still practice some of that stuff, just for fun and variety. But now that I know about Steve’s club, I’m guessing we’ll visit sometime.”
“Oh.” Vic had never thought of