Beginners luck, p.1
Beginner's Luck, page 1
Beginner’s Luck
Kink Talk
book one
IVY GLAZE
Copyright © 2026 by Ivy Glaze
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover Design by Natasha Snow Designs
Editing by One Love Editing
Contents
Chapter 1
Kink Talk
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Kink Talk
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Kink Talk
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Kink Talk
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Kink Talk
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Kink Talk
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Kink Talk
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Kink Talk
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Kink Talk
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Kink Talk
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Kink Talk
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Kink Talk
Chapter 35
Epilogue
Content Warnings
Brief moments of anxiety
Age-related insecurities
Kinks
D/s dynamic
Rough sex
Bondage/restraints
Impact play
CNC
Knife play
Chapter 1
AARON
Aaron had only been at the club for ten minutes, and already the night wasn’t going according to plan.
He’d expected to slip in quietly, find an unassuming spot, and watch from afar, but the crowd of half-dressed people and dim lighting left him disoriented as soon as he’d walked in, and he wasn’t sure where to go.
The last thing he wanted was to accidentally stumble into a designated play area or draw unwanted attention to himself, so he settled down at the bar and nursed a hard seltzer. He might have gone for something stronger to calm his nerves, but the offerings were limited. Which made sense. Alcohol and consent could be a dangerous combination.
He took small sips and glanced around, trying to stay inconspicuous. That strategy didn’t work for long. Despite the red bracelet on his wrist—the one that meant he wasn’t available to play—people kept coming up to him. One by one, an impossibly muscular man, a woman in leather, and a latex-clad guy half his age had sidled up to Aaron to ask for his name.
Aaron appreciated the ego boost. He did. But he would have preferred to go unnoticed for now. At least until he got his bearings.
It was his first visit here. After months of research and mountains of paperwork, he finally received the letter officially welcoming him to Chain Reaction—a well-reviewed, exclusive, LGBT-friendly kink club. It was his first step toward immersing himself in the lifestyle, learning all the things he couldn’t learn online, inching ahead and eventually participating.
Eventually being the key word.
Aaron’s plans for tonight didn’t include flirting. They definitely didn’t include shooting down three young, beautiful people out of pure bewilderment. He rubbed the red plastic between his fingers, trying to center himself. What happened to the confident and composed Aaron? He’d never once backed down from a challenge before. Yet now, a strange knot of jittery uncertainty twisted in his stomach as he stared at the drops of condensation sliding down his bottle. The excitement of starting this new chapter was ebbing, replaced by doubt. What was he getting into?
“Hey. You’re new, right? I haven’t seen you around here before,” a friendly male voice interrupted his ruminations.
Aaron couldn’t ignore the aura of warmth and the pleasant spicy scent wafting toward him. He swiveled on the stool, another excuse on his tongue, when his knee bumped against the man standing beside him. They made eye contact, and a shiver curled up his spine.
For a moment, the world was reduced to a pair of dark, hypnotizing eyes. Then, Aaron noticed the bright, genuine smile aimed at him. The man’s expression was open, enveloping Aaron in an immediate sense of safety and comfort.
Silence stretched between them. When the man cocked his eyebrow, Aaron snapped out of his trance. Fuck, he’d been staring. That was the opposite of inconspicuous.
“I’m sorry, I’m not…” He trailed off and set his arm on the counter as an explanation, gesturing to the red bracelet and silently berating himself for acting like a bumbling fool. How long had it been since he’d found himself at a loss for words?
Unperturbed, the man mirrored his movement, placing his wrist next to Aaron’s. His muscled, hairy forearm emanated heat, and Aaron wanted to press into the welcoming warmth. Distracted by their proximity, it took him a moment to notice their matching red bands. The only difference between their accessories was the color of the second bracelet. Aaron had picked up the white one—for subs—while the stranger sported the jet-black version. A Dom.
But that wasn’t what he was trying to show Aaron. Clearly, he was trying to demonstrate that neither of them was looking to play. That he wasn’t hitting on Aaron. As the realization hit, the man’s smile widened. “Can I say hello now?”
Reluctantly, Aaron moved his arm away, immediately missing the warmth of their connection. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I just got here, and you’re the fourth person to come up.”
“Oh, I know. I saw.” The sexy stranger winked, the gesture so smooth it had to be practiced. Aaron couldn’t remember the last time someone winked at him. Besides using the winking emoji, did people actually wink?
“I’m Jay, by the way,” the man continued, not waiting for a response. “After seeing you turn down three notorious flirts, I had to come over and experience the magic for myself.”
Heat prickled at Aaron’s neck. Great. Instead of lying low, he’d gathered an audience. He tried to play it off with a joke. “And did my magic live up to your expectations?”
“Absolutely. I half expected you to just ignore me.”
“At least I didn’t just get up and run away.”
Jay snorted in amusement. “Oh, yeah, that would not have been good for my self-esteem.”
Aaron couldn’t help but chuckle. Jay’s self-esteem taking a hit because of Aaron was a hilarious thought, since he was probably the hottest guy in the club. Possibly in the entire city.
Aaron knew he should invent an excuse and let Jay disappear back into the night, but his body refused to cooperate. Something about Jay drew him in, rooting him in place.
Jay stood close enough to feel enormous, tall and broad-shouldered, his magnetic presence eclipsing everything around him. He didn’t look like the other Doms Aaron had noticed earlier—no latex or leather, no straps and chains. Just a tight black T-shirt and worn jeans that showed off his impressive physique. Deceptively simple, yet perfect.
Jay’s dark hair had a wavy texture, a few strands resting on his forehead and framing a warm bronze complexion that hinted at possible Middle Eastern origins, and his piercing gaze was softened by the longest eyelashes Aaron had ever seen.
Against his will, Aaron’s focus dipped down to Jay’s full lips, curved into a smile and surrounded by dense stubble that dotted his jawline. Aaron loved beards and body hair, and Jay’s enticing roughness made his fingers itch to slide across the prickly surface.
Yeah. There was no way Aaron could ever touch Jay’s self-esteem.
Shaking off the temptation to reach out and fondle Jay’s face, Aaron extended his hand. “I’m Aaron. And yes, it’s my first time here. I just moved to Chicago a few months ago.”
Jay slid his fingers around Aaron’s with a gentle squeeze, lingering just a moment too long. “Nice to meet you. I was born and raised here, so I can offer some Chicago tips. But before that, I actually came up to make a suggestion.”
Aaron tensed. Mesmerized by Jay’s good looks and easy charm, he’d almost forgotten where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. Watching. Learning. Not fucking the first impossibly gorgeous stranger that came along.
“Oh, Aaron.” Jay burst into laughter. “You should see your face. Don’t worry, your virtue is safe. For now.” He added another over-the-top wink.
“I didn’t mean… It’s just that I’m not looking for anything tonight.”
“I get it. That’s exactly why I’m here. If you don’t want attention, we can’t sit at the bar.”
Aaron didn’t miss the we in that statement. It sent a thrill through him. Did Jay want to spend more time together?
“What do you have in mind?” he asked, finally taking in his surroundings. He’d only gotten small glimpses of the club so far, but now, buoyed by Jay’s presence, he took a closer look.
The only well-lit area had a small crowd of people around a raised platform where a petite woman covered in latex was tying up a mountain of a man. The rest of the space was dim, nothing but vague silhouettes.
“Come on.” Jay brushed his fingers down Aaron’s bicep in invitation. Heat radiated from his body, the heady aroma of cinnamon and cloves filling Aaron’s lungs with every breath, making his head swim.
He slid off the stool carefully, taking care not to bump into Jay. He might not be able to control his reactions if they kept touching. Suddenly, he felt like a hormonal teenager rather than a cool and composed middle-aged man.
Jay’s palm whispered against his lower back, giving him a gentle nudge. Aaron walked on autopilot, the soft pressure of Jay’s touch clinging to him as leather couches lining the back wall came into view. Men and women in various states of undress occupied most of them, but two were still vacant. One was next to a couple in the middle of a scene—a man wearing a collar and a jockstrap kneeled in front of his fully clothed Dom, who appeared completely relaxed as he trailed his fingers down his sub’s face and said something Aaron couldn’t hear.
It was such an intimate thing to witness—the naked devotion in the sub’s eyes, the smug smirk playing on the Dom’s lips. The two of them were in the middle of a busy club, yet they were alone, completely lost in each other and the charged moment between them.
Aaron’s gaze lingered beyond what he knew was polite, trying to figure out if they were an established couple or two strangers going their separate ways after the scene was over. Could they be strangers? According to the internet, people did that all the time, yet to Aaron, it seemed impossible to make yourself so vulnerable without any real trust or foundation.
Impossible to submit without love.
Jay tugged him to the other vacant couch, and Aaron followed, casting one final glance at the couple. This was why he was here—to understand these nuances, to see things he’d only read about with his own eyes.
He sat next to Jay, both of them gravitating toward the middle. Their thighs nearly touched, Jay’s heat radiating across the narrow space between them. Jay seemed unfazed, draping his arm across the back of the couch behind Aaron. There was no reason to read into the gesture, yet Aaron’s heart pounded like a drum, and he took a slow breath, fighting the urge to lean in.
They were in a much better lurking spot than the bar, which, he now realized, was at the center of everything. No wonder he’d drawn so much attention. If it hadn’t been for Jay coming along, Aaron would have spent the entire night fending off curious Doms.
“There’s a lot more people here than I expected,” Aaron said before the silence got awkward. It was small talk, barely a step above discussing the weather, but the surprise was real. He’d chosen a Wednesday night assuming the club would be quiet, making it easier to find his footing. Instead, the main space buzzed with bodies and movement, alive in ways Aaron hadn’t prepared for.
He wanted to explore. Why hadn’t anyone offered him a map? A guide? An audio tour? A few people had already disappeared down the stairs near the entrance, and Aaron wondered, based on the muffled sounds of house music drifting in the air, if there was a dance floor.
“Yeah, it’s usually like this. More packed on the weekends, but it’s never even close to empty.”
“And yet you could tell I was new.” Aaron glared at Jay in mock accusation. “Was that a line, or are you keeping a Rolodex of everyone you’ve ever met?”
Jay laughed. “Really? Rolodex? You look great for eighty, Grandpa.”
“Hey, I’m not claiming to have one.” Aaron tried to keep from smiling. There was a sudden lightness spreading through his chest, a giddy feeling that usually accompanied casual flirtation. He’d forgotten how good it felt. “What should I say instead, an Excel spreadsheet? What do you young whippersnappers use to keep track of people these days?”
“I’ll have you know I’m almost thirty, hardly a whippersnapper.”
“If I’m a Grandpa, then you’re a whippersnapper,” Aaron teased.
“It’s just your references that are Grandpa-esque. The mind of an eighty-year-old in the body of a thirty-year-old. Better?” Jay’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Barely,” Aaron huffed. His age was becoming a sore spot as he neared forty, and while his boyish looks hadn’t faded yet, he knew better than to compare himself to younger men.
Still, he appreciated the compliment.
“To answer your question, I’ve been coming here a lot recently, and I have an excellent memory for faces. I don’t know everyone by name, but I could probably…” Jay trailed off and swiveled his head around before leaning in to whisper, “The couple on the platform are Mistress Onyx and Shane. She likes to tie up the big ones. The guy in front of the stage with all the chains hanging off his belt is Peter, although when he’s in the mood, he prefers Pyotr. He thinks it sounds more intimidating. The woman talking to him, the one that came up to you earlier, that’s Autumn. She leans toward women, but something about you must have caught her eye.” Jay chuckled, his warm breath grazing Aaron’s neck, sending a shiver through him.
Jay seemed to misinterpret it as distaste. “I guess you’re not into that? Well, you know the guys you met earlier, Matthew and Alex? They usually go for bratty twinks, but you must have been too alluring to pass up.”
Jay’s voice was low and hypnotizing as it poured into Aaron’s ear. They were dangerously close. If Aaron turned his head to respond, their lips would touch, and he forced himself to stay still. He could already sense his control weakening. Another few minutes, and he would break. Jay was too tempting, and Aaron too weak to resist.
Abruptly, Jay flinched, his smile morphing into a frown. They’d only just met, but already Aaron could tell the expression didn’t belong on his face.
“Shit, I gotta go.” Jay stood up quickly and rushed away, his long strides carrying him farther and farther from Aaron until he disappeared through the exit.
Aaron didn’t move, wondering what the hell had just happened. A moment ago, Jay was winking and flirting, and now he was gone, the indent in the cushion and the fading smell of cinnamon in the air the only proof he’d ever existed.
Had Jay grown bored with his company? Aaron hadn’t been in the dating scene for almost two decades—for all he knew, this was the in-person version of ghosting someone. But no, Jay seemed far too nice and mature for such behavior.
Maybe Jay had remembered he had somewhere to be. Picking his parents up at the airport. Meeting a friend for happy hour. Volunteering at a puppy shelter.
Aaron sighed in resignation. It was ten o’clock at night. The explanation couldn’t be so innocent—and besides, even if he was running late, surely Jay could have spared a few seconds to address his sudden departure. It was far more likely that he had to get home to his wife before she discovered his secret life.
It didn’t really matter.
Aaron rearranged himself, tucking his body against the arm of the couch, no longer buoyed by Jay’s contagious enthusiasm. At least the night hadn’t been a complete waste, and he had a new spot for the next time he visited.
Whatever fleeting feelings bounced around his head during their easy banter had not been a part of the plan. And Aaron was more determined than ever to follow the plan.
Kink Talk
DommyBoy: How was everyone’s weekend? I went on a fantastic date. She’s not in the lifestyle, but she seems open-minded.
SubSequins: Congrats! That’s far more exciting than my weekend of watching TV alone on my couch.
SubLime: Mine was quiet, as usual. No kinky adventures to report—just me and a pile of romance books.
DomPetty: I reorganized my closet and decided I own way too many black T-shirts. Is that a Dom thing, or am I just boring?
SubZero: It’s a normal person thing. And you don’t have to worry about getting dressed in the dark.
SubScribble: My weekend was awkward…My roommate accidentally opened my package and I had to come up with an excuse for ordering handcuffs. I said it was for Halloween.
DommyBoy: Of all BDSM props, handcuffs are probably the most mainstream and easiest to explain.
SubScribble: The package also had a flogger.
SubAir: What Halloween costume could you possibly make with that?
