Kiernan Kelly, author of In Bear Country, writes: "There is an old saying that says, "beauty is pain," and that expression was never more true than in Sean Michael's Velvet Glove series. The series centers on the Velvet Glove, a BDSM club, which specializes in offering something for everyone, dom or sub, no matter what their needs. In this latest installment, Michael takes us deep inside the psyche of the club's owner, Hercules, and his top dom, Malachai. Malachai is the perfect dom; cool and collected, his self-control is as legendary as his proficiency with his whips. But there is more to Malachai than meets the eye, and Hercules sees through his icy facade to the sub deep inside him. The master wants badly to be mastered, and Hercules, the ultimate dom, is the only man who can give Malachai what he wants. The sex is so incredibly hot in this story that I often had to pause to collect myself. Interspersed with intense BDSM scenes, the relationship between Hercules and Malachai--including the need for Malachai to keep his sub-self secret from the rest of the world--escalates. They find the perfect partner in each other, but can they find a way to be together all the time, and stop hiding? Fits Like a Glove does that just; it fits the needs perfectly for anyone who enjoys BDSM and the rest of Michael's Velvet Glove stories. Buy it today. That's an order."
Prologue
My club is my life.
I didn't construct the building it is situated in, but I did build the club itself, brick by brick from the ground up.
My rules.
My people.
My vision.
I started as I meant to continue. Strict rules and nothing but the best.
Today, it is the most successful club of its kind in the Seven Colonies.
Scratch that. It is the most successful club in the Seven Colonies, full stop.
Even at the beginning I hired the best to manage the place for me. It made things tight for a while, but I knew I had to be perceived as successful to become successful.
And it worked.
Fifteen years later, I am the elusive and aloof Hercules. Everyone knows my name, my face, but no one knows me.
And that's the way I like it.
My word is my bond. My name is synonymous with quality and uncompromising excellence.
I am the Velvet Glove.
Of course, that isn't true, but only my top managers and I know the truth. One man could never run everything, not even a controlling bastard like myself.
Speaking of controlling, my trainer? The best in the business.
The subs are terrified of him. Hell, most of the tops are as well.
Malachi Denteri. Long, tall, thin. Lengthy blond hair and a body to be envied.
The man walks with the grace of a lion and the confidence of one as well. And that's why he's so good. He believes he is. No. He knows he is.
Some evenings, after I've made my rounds and made sure everything is running smoothly, I like to head down to the training salle and watch him work.
Always dressed in leather. Always perfectly groomed. Whip slapping against flesh in perfect time, one snap after another, eyes cold and empty, focused.
Perfection.
Absolute perfection wrapped up in warm skin and leather.
The little sub is driven further and further as I watch him work one such night, the lash falling continuously, Malachi forcing the blond past his limits.
The sub's mouth opens to safeword as Malachi holds the next stroke.
Perfection.
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