5. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Marcus
Rain pours hard against the glass as I glance out the window, watching electricity shoot across the sky. I resonate with storms a lot more now that I'm older. Like me, they are angry, unpredictable, and destructive. I close my eyes, listening to the world crying, releasing my tears right alongside it. I imagine the clouds, the way my mind feels most days, full of chaos and on the brink of eruption. Releasing some of the built up tension, lessens the pressure. I only wish it could be enough.
I hear a loud knock at my office door. I wipe my eyes, pulling myself together. "Come in."
The knob twists and the door is pushed open. "Your car is waiting for you, boss."
"Gracias, Germo. Let Isaiah and Joey know I won't be coming into the office tomorrow." We have many businesses and locations we run together. Club Rio, my North location is where I have my main office, the place I spend most of my time. Tonight, I'd be taking some time away from the place I feel safest, stepping into open waters.
It isn't easy letting go and making myself vulnerable to another person, especially someone new. Even if Venny at Red Dungeon had made sure to have my play partner carefully selected for me each time I visited. It's been months since the last time. The guy only touched me twice, and each one felt too off to continue. Needing to escape from my own mind and responsibilities, I'd decided it was time I tried again and called the club earlier, hoping they would have a match for me by tonight. I got an email not long ago letting me know someone called in meeting all my expectations and would be there at eight p.m. We'll see if he truly is what I need tonight when I get there.
Germo is waiting for me by the car when I exit the back door of the club. He's the only one I've trusted with my secret. He doesn’t like me going anywhere alone and has fought against my stubborn ways. He's a good friend, my right hand man, and one of the very few people I trust with my life.
"Ready?"
I nod, getting into the back seat. "You don't have to come inside if you don't want to. The club is very good about having enough security and keeping its guests safe."
"Would you feel better if I did?"
I sigh, pulling my seatbelt over my chest. "You're going to do what you're going to do either way."
He chuckles. "Making sure you're safe is my job. Besides, your son has threatened my life twice this week over how easy it was for him to get to your office. I can't let him know I let you enter a club alone too."
"Then don't."
"What if he found out in the worst way?"
"You worry too much. Just drive, pendejo."
He turns onto the main road, and we have a silent drive to Red Dungeon. I glance out the window and the sky is clearing up. Hopefully my mind will soon too. Germo stays at my side even when we're in the club. He doesn't follow me inside the private room though, and instead waits outside the door. "Call out if you need me, boss."
Waving him off, I close the door behind me and set my small duffel bag on the floor. "Did you already want to be tied up when he arrives or would you like him to do it," Venny asks with a gentle smile.
"I want to be strapped to the whipping horse naked and blindfolded before he arrives."
“You got it,” Venny says standing close by.
I start pulling off my clothes before he gets everything ready. I place my suit in a nearby chair before climbing onto the piece of leather furniture. A blindfold is pulled over my eyes, and Venny works quickly to tie it behind my head before strapping my wrists into the leather restraints. He moves to my ankles once the top part of me is secure. "Will you need anything else sir?"
"There's a black bag on the floor. I want to only use the crop and paddle inside it."
"Of course. I'll be sure to let your play partner know."
"Thank you, Venny. Make sure you remind him of the rules as well."
The room goes quiet when Venny finally leaves. I shiver against the table, wondering if I should back out. Tugging against the restraints, I close my eyes, trying to forget how naked and vulnerable I'm about to be in front of a stranger. The excitement mixed with a small tinge of fear is exhilarating, replacing the gutted sadness I'd felt before.
The door opens and closes. Heavy breathing comes from behind me followed by slow and quiet footsteps. The bag unzips and the man has so far followed the rules on only speaking when needed. Long thick fingers stroke my hair minutes later. "I'm going to need to hear your safe word before we begin."
"Tango."
"Good boy. What would you like to start with first?" The more he talks, the more familiar his deep, silky voice is to my ears. Since Venny already told him my conditions and hard limits, there's no need to discuss them again.
"The crop."
The leather tongue slaps against his palm and my body tingles the moment the warm tress touches my skin. It slides up and down the spine of my back, stopping below my shoulder. It lifts from my skin briefly and comes back down with a light smack. "Color?"
"Verde. Harder."
Smack. The leather claps against my skin harder than before. He does it a few more times, increasing momentum. I moan louder, my cock twitching between me and the horse, growing more uncomfortable the harder it grows. He moves the tongue further down my back, giving my right thigh a few lashes. I squirm and swallow down a whine. A gust of air cools the skin of my ass when the crop moves above me, teasing my body by not letting me know where it'll come down next. Suddenly there's a light tap on my right cheek and then another on my left one.
He waves the crop up and down, the tress tapping lightly in the same spot of my ass in a steady rhythm. I moan, stretching back my neck the harder the leather comes down on my skin with a few flicks of his wrist. The tress glides over my skin, sliding up and down my back, causing me to shudder as it lightly grazes between my cheeks. "Such a good boy. You are perfect. Look at this gorgeous ass, begging to be fucked. We won't do that today though."
My hole throbs at the thought of being filled. I should be angry he had broken one of my rules. He isn't supposed to talk unless spoken too. They were my limitations. I didn't want some stranger’s reassurance or praises when I preferred the ones I let enter my head when I was in a simpler headspace. Only I don't need to escape to the fantasy I usually conduct in my mind. Not when it's alive in this entire room. At this very moment the man above me, giving me what I need, is Miguel. My body wants to believe it more than anything, so I allow it to.
I don't yell at the stranger for going against the rules and instead whine in disappointment, not sure why. I didn't expect to have sex tonight. I didn't even plan to last long on the whipping horse. I usually don't. One cough or grunt could pull me out of my headspace. Not tonight. This man's voice is soothing, melting into my ears like the smoothest honey. It's deep, strong, powerful, and very similar to the only other person capable of setting my body on fire. His words are too perfect not to react to. I want to get lost in them.
Before I know it, I'm so submerged in euphoria brought on by the perfect amount of pleasure and pain, I'm asking him for the one thing I haven't allowed myself to ask anyone in a long time. It goes against the rules entirely and I don't mean to sound desperate when he ignores my request, reddening my ass with the paddle. "Please."
"I need more words. Tell me how you want me to touch you?"
"Your hands. Use them. I don't care how."
Before I can open my mouth to explain exactly what I am asking for, his cool fingers caress the burning skin of my hip. His touches are gentle, soothing every place they come in contact with.
"More. I need—I want..."
His warm breath heats my ear. "Yes, Mi Conejito. ?Qué necesitas?”
My body goes rigid and my heart beats aggressively against my chest. Swallowing hard, I struggle to find words.
Miguel.
My breathing grows heavier than before.
It can't be.
My heart won't be able to take it if it is. In my dreams and fantasies I'm safe. He can't hurt me if he's not real. My hands clench, my nails digging into my palms. I keep telling myself it isn't him. If I don't see him, I'll never know, and neither will the rest of me. "I want you to kiss me. Not on my mouth."
He unstraps both of my wrists. "Donde. Show me."
My breath catches in my throat as my right hand slips free. I push my body up, pressing my palm on the center of the whipping horse. I sit up higher, bending backwards to slide my fingers between my cheeks. I moan as I rub over the outside of my hole, straining my neck.
"Good boy. Lay back down how you were before."
He secures my wrists again, followed by my midsection, and I'm back to being restrained, with little mobility. My cheeks spread apart and a warm tongue slides between them, lightly grazing over my pucker. I shake and rut forward as much as the restraints allow me. He laps at my rim sloppily and hungrily as if he's gone his whole life starved for me. He has full control of my pleasure. I'm bound and completely at his mercy as he drives me wild with his mouth. It's exhilarating. His tongue thrusts inside my hole and his hand comes down on my right cheek. Smack. I float higher with my inner walls squeezing together and my thighs quivering. A finger slides inside me, working its way in and out alongside his tongue.
"Color?"
"Verde."
He slides in a second finger, licking around the intrusion, spitting inside. The wetter I am, the more his fingers slide in with ease. He enters a third finger, spreading me wider, working his way deeper inside my channel. An electric current runs through me when he hits my prostate and the cuffs pull harder, tugging on my skin.
Not wanting it to end, I deny myself of my own orgasm, clenching my hole. The endorphins send a rush through me, leaving me lightheaded and breathless. Heat pools in the front center of my body and I tense up, pushing down the waves before they can rise. Not only don't I want it to end, I need to hear the magic words I've been longing for every time I've reached euphoria alone. A hand slips beneath me, twisting my nipple and I yank hard on the restraints, panting.
"Come for me, precious."
My eyes widen as his fingers slam into me harder, increasing their speed with each thrust. Being so close to sweet and utter bliss has me reaching harder this time, letting the pleasure cascade through me until it blinds my vision. It's too much and not enough at the same time. His fingers move from my nipple to my aching cock, stroking and tugging until I'm coming so hard I'm convulsing.
"So fucking beautiful. The perfect reward for the perfect boy."
His fingers slip out of me, and my body goes slack against the whipping horse. Lips press to the insides of my thighs and he peppers kisses up my back, stroking my skin. Large fingers slide through my hair, rubbing my scalp gently. "Until we meet again, Mi conejito."
He unhooks the straps, and his footsteps move away from me. Then the door opens and closes, leaving me the only person in the room. It takes me a few minutes to get up and get my clothes on. My legs are shaky the whole way to the car. Germo tries to help steady me and I swat him away, needing more than ever to be able to stand on my own. The drive back home feels longer than the one to the club. Germo hands me a cold bottle of water, and I drain it in one sitting. I don't look out the window this time and close my eyes as the side of my face presses against the cool glass.
Neither Germo or I say anything to one another the whole ride or even when we get out of the car and enter the house. I run straight up the stairs to my room, stripping my clothes to the floor. Pulling back the blankets on my bed, I crawl underneath.
My face presses into my pillow as I shift myself onto my stomach. Tears well in my eyes. I don't know if it's because of the sweet, much needed release I got tonight or because once it was over and he left, I'd never felt more alone.