8. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Miguel
I twist the band of my watch around my wrist, impatiently waiting for the car to pull up in front of the club. “Stay with the car, I’ll be back in one hour.”
Cesar, nods, bringing the vehicle to a stop beside the curb and I jump out the moment the doors unlock. No one else has ever made me this nervous, anxious, and excited all at once. Marcus holds the ability to pull emotions I didn't know I was capable of having.
I rush through the club doors, and Venny waves me to the front desk. “Good evening, Mr. Ortega. He is waiting for you over there. His guard has been turning men away left and right. You better hurry before he grows too impatient.”
I'm quick on my feet, rushing toward the back of the club. Not because I'm worried about another man taking my place, but because I'm ready to give my boy what he needs. Marcus won't miss out on his chance of experiencing what we had the other night for some random Dom who knows nothing about how to take care of his needs.
My hands ache to touch him again and my ears are badly needing to be submerged in his sounds of pleasure. The noises he makes are a beautiful melody I could listen to on repeat. My cock twitches in my pants and warmth rushes to my groin when my gaze lands on the beautiful man strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross straight ahead. He’s blind folded again, wearing only a pair of black silk panties and a matching leather crop top covering only his upper back. I approach him with careful steps, not wanting to move too quickly and alert his guard.
The large man standing next to him looks me up and down with a scowl. "Are you Edmond?"
"Yes."
"If I call Venny over here will he confirm it's true?"
"Go ahead and find out for yourself, if you must."
Before he can open his mouth again, Marcus shouts over the noise of the club. "That's enough, Germo. Let the man through and go wait for me at the front."
"But boss—"
"I said wait for me at the front. I'll let you know when I'm ready to leave."
"Of course. I won't be far if you need me."
"I don't expect you to be."
Luckily the music is not too loud, and I have no issue hearing either one of them speak. It's a rule the club has, so it isn’t difficult for safe words to be heard. Germo takes off to the front, sneering my way. Getting along with other men's guards is never a priority for me. They are just as much of an inconvenience to me as I am to them. Germo should be careful, or else he'd end up in the trunk of a car someday the way his buddy did earlier.
I step closer to Marcus and run my fingers down the side of his cheek. "Hola, Mi conejito."
He hums softly. "Hi."
"Having a good day so far?" I should stop being so chatty, but I miss our casual talks.
I miss him.
"I didn't invite you over here to chat."
"I was told the rules had been thrown out."
"Doesn't mean this will be a get to know each other moment,” he snaps. My feisty boy.
"I apologize. Tell me what you want today?"
"In my black bag on the floor, there's a shoehorn. I want you to use it."
I bend down and pull the shoehorn out of the bag. It shines underneath the club's fluorescent lights, and I can spot my own smile in the stainless steel. The long handle has me taking a step back, and I guide the tongue down the center of his body. He shudders, his cock growing hard against his panties. I stop above his waistline and move it down his right thigh, teasing the inside near his groin. He shakes and moans. "Stop teasing me."
"You haven't told me what you want yet. If you don't tell me, I can't give it to you."
"You know what I want."
"What makes you so sure?"
"You had no problem figuring it out the other night."
"Do you normally make all your partners play the guessing game?"
"You are talking again. Way too much for my liking if I might add.”
I smile. Fuck I've missed his snark and can't wait to punish him for it. "You want me to use the shoehorn on you?"
"Si,” he answers firmly.
"Donde?"
"Whatever part of my skin you think could use a tint of red added to it. Surprise me."
Not knowing what would happen next used to have him trembling in excitement. It's good to know some things never change.
"Remind me of what you'll say when you want this to stop."
"Tango."
"Good. Sometimes it's good to get to know each other."
I press the tongue of the horn on his outer thigh and swat him with little force. He licks his lips, not making a sound and I know I can do better. With a quick flick of my wrist I hit him again. He bites back a whine, and the steel meets his skin with another smack.
“Harder.”
Smack. Smack . His loud moan causes an electric current to flow through me. Sparks dance along my skin when I rub his angry red welts with my fingers. "So pretty. How about we make the other side match."
"Please."
I move the steel tongue to his other thigh and repeat the previous actions, spacing out the spankings the way he likes it. I hit him in all the other places he asks me to, moving from his legs to his stomach and then to each nipple. He shakes and tugs at the restraints, throwing back his head. His body vibrates with pleasure as I cover his skin with red splotches. He rocks back and forth, panting. "Touch me."
"I am touching you."
"With your hands."
"Donde?"
He doesn't answer, his chest rising as quickly as it falls. I move the flat end of the horn to his belly button. "Here?"
He shakes his head and I move it to his right hip. "Here?"
His head moves from side to side again and I move it above the waistline of his panties. "Here?"
"No," he sputters.
I slide the tongue inside his underwear, caressing his cock with the hard steel piece. "Aqui." It's not a question this time. His toes curling into the floor give away his answer before his mouth does. "Ye-es."
I replace the shoehorn with my hand after placing it back in the bag. I stroke him gently at first and tug on his straining cock. He whines and whimpers, sinking his lower lip between his teeth to mute his desperate sounds. "So beautiful and perfect."
I move my hand fast, sliding my fingers up and down his shaft, his underwear restricting my movements. I pull them halfway down his thighs and it takes me a while to realize we've acquired a small audience. "Let's show them how hard I can make you come. I want everyone here to know who your orgasm belongs to." He shudders.
"Tell them. Who does your orgasm belong to?" Who do you belong to?
"To me."
I begin pulling his underwear back up and he shakes his head. "Tu," he says in between whimpers.
I slide his panties down again and drop to my knees. I press kisses to the inside of his thighs before sliding my tongue over his tip, devouring the drops of precum beading over his slit. "So delicious. I could taste you all day long." I lick him again and his thighs shake.
"Can you picture me spending hours teasing you with my tongue? Sucking you and fucking you until you can't move?"
He swallows back a groan and I wrap my lips around his crown, sucking and licking until I'm ready to take more of him into my mouth. I work my mouth up and down his shaft, lapping in circles—driving him wild.
"Ahh. I need…"
I release him with a gentle pop. "Tell me."
"I need to come. Please."
He shakes against the restraints as I take him further down my throat, gagging as I stretch my lips around his cock. It's been a while since I've done this for anyone. No one is more deserving than he is. He attempts to buck his hips, but the strap around his waist holds him in place. I don't stop pleasuring him until he's filling my throat with his cum. The perfect mixture of warm and salty.
I make sure to catch every drop with my hungry tongue, gathering everything I missed with my fingers. I suck them clean and press a kiss to his stomach. "You did so well, Mi conejito. Patience wasn't the main focus today. Making you feel good was. I love when my boy is in total bliss." His body tenses. "I'm not yours."
I stand up and kiss the corner of his mouth. "Tonight you were." Soon, you'll be mine all the time.
He releases a shuttered breath. "You can go now."
I hate leaving him so soon, but I don't want to force him into my arms again. I want him to come running willingly. "Until next time." I press a kiss to the other side of his mouth and his breath hitches. I walk toward the club entrance, gesturing toward Germo. "He's ready for you now. Make sure he's properly taken care of."
He blinks his eyes in my direction, not saying anything while he walks back to where Marcus is. I inhale and exhale deeply, loving how crisp the air is when I walk outside. I glance around the parking lot, losing my high when I don't see my driver anywhere in sight. I turn around to head back in the club so I can call him without freezing my ass off and someone shoves a hood over my head, wrapping their arm around my neck. I struggle against the large body, fighting him until I pass out.
My eyes blink open to soft jazz playing in the background. "Good, you're awake."
I try to move, but zip ties hold my wrists in place behind my back. Marcus grins, leaning his back against the car window. We are both in the back seat with only a small space separating us. "I’ve known it was you the whole time, but didn't want to believe it. Then you had to go and ruin the fantasy by putting a tracking device under my car." He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "If you were smart you'd leave tonight and never look back."
"I guess I'm an idiot then, because I'm not going anywhere."
He slams his fist in the seat. "Why are you here?"
"Because you put up smoke signals and here I am. So now you can stop throwing a temper tantrum and quit screwing with my business deals."
He squirms. "Fuck you. You don't know it's me. I'm not your only competitor out there. I'm definitely not your only enemy."
I huff out a laugh. "Enemy? Are you not happy to see me, Mi conejito?"
He grunts, looking away. "No. Things are better when you're nowhere in my sight."
"Then I better blindfold you again." I purse my lips together, pulling a small knife from my back pocket, shifting my body so he doesn't see me cutting myself free.
"I was wondering when you'd come for me. Never did I think it would be this way."
"Pretty sure I'm not the one who came tonight."
His nose flares. "You are much chattier than I remember. Maybe it's because the sound of your voice makes me cringe now."
"Someone must be mixing his words up. I think the word you’re looking for is hard."
"You're intolerable."
I laugh, pulling my wrists free and quickly slam my body against his, sliding my hand between his legs to squeeze his cock. He gasps in surprise and instead of widening in fear, they darken with desire. Fuck I want him. The hunger never stops. "I've missed that smart mouth of yours. What I don't miss is the miscommunication. You always did have a hard time telling me you were angry without blowing up the whole world first."
"I told you, it wasn't me," he says through clenched teeth. "Someone has been fucking with me too...stealing my drugs and killing my men."
"So you're telling me, you didn't mention anything to a few of my regulars about your stuff being fresher and better grown than mine. Or that you didn't burn down some of my fields and ruin my reputation by switching out my product?"
He sucks in a breath. "Okay, maybe that was me." He grins maliciously. "It sucks to have everything slowly taken from you, doesn't it?"
The car stops and a gun presses to my head. "Move to the other side of the car and stay there, asshole." Germo shoots daggers at me from the front seat. "I fucking mean it."
I lift my hands in the air, scooting back. Marcus tugs at his suit and sits up straighter. "I believe this is your stop."
I stare around, taking in the dark empty road surrounded by nothing but trees. "We are in the middle of nowhere."
"Yes and it's time for you to be on your way. When you call for someone to pick you up, tell them to have your plane ready to go tonight. I meant what I said before." He pushes a button beside him, unlocking the car. I open the door and as I'm stepping outside, his next words have me freezing in place. "Oh and by the way, you might want to get your guard out of the trunk of your car. I parked it in front of the hotel you're staying at. Bye, Miguel."
It's been a long time since he'd said my name and I can't wait until I have him screaming it.
"Goodbye, Mi conejito."
I step out of the car, and it takes off before I can fully get the door shut. I grab my phone and call Able. "I need you to come get me. I'll message you my coordinates. Also, call Mateo. Tell him I'll be staying in Kansas City even longer now."