Garden of Eden

Chapter One

As Dale approached the club, with its two burly and slightly threatening-looking doormen, he almost turned and walked away. It was just too much, too extreme. Somehow, though, he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other and continue right to the door, then, with a nervous smile at the bouncers, head inside. He paid his cover charge and declined the offer to put his coat in the cloakroom. There was every chance he was going to chicken out at some point this evening, so he didn’t want to risk running off, only to realise he’d left his coat behind. Especially since said garment contained his car and house keys, his phone, his wallet...

Plus it helped him hide a little. It covered him from neck—chin if he pulled up the collar—to ankle, secreting his black jeans, black T-shirt and the skinny body beneath them. All anyone could really see were his shock of black hair, his piercing green eyes ringed with eyeliner, fine bone structure and, right down there, his black platform shoes. Dale was a Goth, and proud of it. He got it, understood it, therefore he could deal with it.

What confused him, though, what he didn’t get, were the urges, the dark thoughts that had led him on his journey to Garden of Eden, his local BDSM club. He’d almost died of embarrassment when he’d searched online to find it and hoped to God no one would ever work out how...