29. Epilogue
Epilogue
Miguel
8 months later
I walk through the front doors of Club Rio, greeting the door man and the guy at the front desk. Joey is at the bar, leaning his head on Carlos' shoulder.
"Hola, Miguel."
"Hola. Is my son with you two?"
"No, he's handling business in Mexico. He'll be back in a few days. We thought we'd drop by for a quick visit."
"So everything's going well with the business?"
Joey nods. "It's good, it's very good. Isaiah and Santiago had little issue turning things around and gaining back most of your largest clients. Took a little convincing from Santiago. Perhaps a few threats and reminders of who helped get them where they are today."
"Sometimes that's all it takes. How's Angel?"
"Still one of the largest and most reliable drug suppliers in Texas and Mexico City. He's currently here with Santiago checking in with Diego. You have nothing to worry about with all of us pitching in. It's what family does."
I chuckle. "Family who once all hated each other."
"I like to think of it more as tough love." Carlos winks, pressing a kiss to Joey's cheek.
“Any plans of relocating to Mexico?”
Carlos shakes his head, taking a drink from his cup. "Not yet. We travel back and forth when needed, but most of it can be done remotely with the proper men helping us run things. Joey is needed here a lot to help with the sanctuary and Isaiah is too attached to the life we've created here. How's Trenton doing at the club?"
"Not too bad. There have been some issues, but Able plans to take the kid under his wing and show him the ropes as soon as he gets back from Texas. No telling how long he'll be gone, considering the job is nothing more than an excuse to visit an old friend and we all know how that can go."
Carlos laughs, glancing lovingly in Joey's direction. "More than you know. How's my father?"
I cock my head. "Good. He's a little tied up at the moment, but I'll let him know you both dropped by. We expect to see you all at brunch on Sunday."
"We'll do our best to be there. We'll try not to make this one about business this time."
I huff. "You mean a normal brunch with the family where we discuss weekend plans, talk about house renovations, and exchange recipes?"
Joey scrunches his nose. "Maybe there'll be a little business talk after all."
"We wouldn't be us if there wasn't," Carlos adds.
I look down at my watch, releasing a long sigh. "Well, I better not keep work waiting. Gotta get down to the cellar to handle some negotiations. This man's a little more stubborn than the last few, could take me all day."
"See you Sunday then." Joey turns back around to order another drink and Carlos waves me off before joining him.
I walk through the back doors, leading to the elevators. I close my eyes, imagining Marcus and me dancing as the elevator goes down, swaying my hips to distract me from the fear of being up high in a moving metal box. "Imagine me being there, keeping you steady when you forget how to do it yourself."
While Marcus is calmer and less anxious hanging in the air, I’m steadier on the ground. Relief sinks in when there's a loud ding and the doors pull apart. I enter the basement and nod in Germo's direction. "You can go back upstairs now."
Setting the scissors down on a nearby table, he heads in the direction of the elevators. We still aren't the best of friends, but at least we can both agree on one thing, Marcus's happiness.
I step inside the cellar, turning on the light. "How are you today, mi amor?"
Marcus smiles, restrained in the air with a blindfold over his eyes. "What took you so long?"
"I got held up, but I'm here now, precious. I'd never leave you hanging for too long."
He huffs, wiggling against the ropes. "You can stop with the puns."
"What, don't you want me to twine and dine you?"
He grunts. "Don't make me beg."
"You like it though, probably more than me." I stroke his cheek softly with the bed of my thumb. "I'd rather give you what you want than knot." I tug on one of the loops holding his leg and thigh together, earning me a groan. "Are you feeling better this afternoon, Mi conejito?"
His chest rises and falls steadily. "Yes. Much better than this morning."
Satisfaction settles inside me when his body appears less tense than before as he hangs in suspension in front of me. He’s safely secured with pink nylon wrapped around his legs and arms, putting him in an upright position with Hemp being used for his chest line. The intimacy we gain from the exchange is my favorite part. When he allows me to explore his body, tie him up, and hands over complete trust, we are brought closer together, connecting in ways we never have before. It's taken us a long time to get here. For the trust to form. It's so beautiful when he's able to let go and give me power over his body so he can receive it.
I loop my fingers around the rope around the front of his body to pull him close to me and then push him back. He moans, wiggling against himself. I do it again, pushing him further away this time. I let him swing back and forth a few times before pulling him toward me to kiss his lips. His soft hums send waves of vibration throughout my entire being. I lower him closer to the ground and then lift him again, letting him dangle halfway between the ground and ceiling.
I run my hand down the center of his chest and he shivers the closer my fingers get to his groin. I tease him, tracing circles around his belly button while getting closer to his cock. "So beautiful and perfect. What's your safe word baby?"
"I told you earlier.”
"Let me hear it again,” I demand.
"Tango."
"You want me to keep touching you?" I ask, running a hand down his side.
"Si, Papi."
"No tingling or discomfort anywhere? Issues breathing?"
"No, Papi. I feel wonderful." He smiles and fuck I needed this as much as him.
"Bueno. Tell me what you want?"
"For you to keep touching me." He sucks in a sharp breath between his shaking lips.
I reach for his cock, stroking him between my fingers and his breath comes out in pants. "You want the blindfold off?"
He shakes his head, licking his lips. "I want to fully focus on what you're doing to my body and nothing else. There's something about not knowing where your hand will go next that makes it more exhilarating."
I keep moving my palm between his thighs, and he takes only what I'm willing to give with no mobility or use of his hands. A few unintelligible sounds slip from his lips and his body shakes the faster my fingers slide up and down his cock. I lick over his slit, collecting the bit of precum from his tip, moaning around his head as I take him into my mouth. His noises mimic mine and he releases a shuddered breath. "Please."
"Please what, precious?"
"More."
I press a kiss to the tip of his cock and on the inside of each thigh. "You want to come, baby?"
"Yes." His voice grows raspy.
"I think you've more than earned it. You've been so patient and trusting today." I normally don't walk away and leave him alone, but with Germo standing outside the cracked door with a pair of scissors in his hand, I knew I didn't have to worry, and this is what my boy wanted. The idea of being in the cellar, trapped and unsure of what would come next, both frightened and excited him, sending him on a beautiful high, freeing his mind.
Being very experienced, I trust my own technique, and this isn't the first time I've tied him up or suspended him in the air. Once we started, it became part of our routine, something Marcus needed.
Six months ago, we went to our first class together and I let Marcus touch all the different ropes. He mentioned our play time with his therapist, and she encouraged bondage and rope play. She said it's helped many people mentally and physically which is the reason I'd considered it to begin with. Marcus's pain is more internal than external, and he is always left in a more neutral state after we finish.
I twist one of his nipples between my fingers and he stretches his back, whining. I tug at the other one, pinching down hard and his sounds become more desperate the more I play with his sensitive nubs. I continue nipple play with one hand while going back to touching his cock with the other, driving him crazy with the over stimulation. I crouch taking him into my mouth, and don't stop until my nose is buried in his crotch and his tip is hitting the back of my throat. He convulses above me, swaying a little as I continue to work my mouth up and down in perfect motion with my fingers. I keep pleasuring him with my hands and mouth until he's coming hard, screaming through gritted teeth. I swallow down every drop of his orgasm, licking and lapping his cock until it's clean. "You did so good, baby. I'm so proud."
I remove the blindfold. His eyes are half lidded and his face is flushed. "Color?"
"Verde," he whispers.
"Ready to come down?"
"Si. I want you to hold me, Papi."
I press a kiss to his cheek. "Of course, mi amor. Let me untie some of the rope and then you can have whatever you want."
I pull him down to the ground, standing by closely the whole time, supporting his body. I carefully untie the ropes, giving him more freedom to move and I pull him into my arms in a cradle position. He buries his face into my neck, breathing me in. "Thank you, Papi."
"Thank you for being so fucking perfect." I press a kiss into his sweaty hair, holding him tighter, not ready to let go. He nudges his nose into my chest and then stares up at me with wide eyes. "What are you wearing?"
I laugh, stroking his back. "Clothes."
"Designed for clowns?"
I stare down at my rainbow striped suit. "I wanted to help you find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow today."
He laughs lazily, closing his eyes, his body going slack. "I almost mistook you for a stick of zebra gum."
"If you put me in your mouth, you'll come to realize I have way longer lasting flavor."
He sighs roughly. "Now I'm wishing I never asked."
"Te quiero."
"Yo también te quiero."
"Even in this suit?"
"You wouldn't be you without it."
I reach into my pocket. "I have something for you."
"Que es eso?"
"You have to open your eyes if you want to know."
His eyes blink open and I reveal what's behind my back. He beams as he strokes the plastic cock cage. "Will you put it on me?"
"Are you sure?"
He nods, licking his lips. "Yes."
I had debated back and forth whether we have reached this point again of me taking full control of his orgasms. Last time he was taken with it on and the person who removed it never should have. It was supposed to be me and only me. I'd do my damndest to make sure it is me from here on out.
His gaze meets mine, full of love and hope. "I want to take everything back, all they have stolen from me. From us. Including all the time we should have had together."
"Then we will spend the rest of our days doing exactly that."