Chapter 7
I wait for him to answer—he’s biting down on his bottom lip—a deep crease between his eyebrows appears as he seems to battle with whatever thoughts are fighting in his head. “Look, Rafe, you don’t have to tell me. I’ve obviously hit a nerve.”
“Gay,” he blurts out, then his lips clamp together as if he’s told a secret. Although it looks like he has. Who told him to keep this quiet, and why? “Fuck, I’m not allowed to tell you. My management team says I’ll be a one hit wonder. Grant went as far as threatening to sack me.”
“Well, you’ve proved them wrong with that already, haven’t you? Didn’t you have the highest digital downloads, or listens, whatever it’s called, with your first five songs, like ever?”
He manages a small smile. “Yeah, something like that. Anyway, they said I couldn’t tell anyone ever. A breach of contract, apparently.”
“I’ve signed an NDA, if that makes you feel better. And, if we’re going to be sharing and honest, then you should know that I’m gay too. My three brothers are also gay.”
“God, your parents must have gone fucking mental.” He smiles broadly at me, looking normal for just a moment.
“Nope, I’ve got two dads. It’s a long story for another day. Are you a virgin?”
“Whoa, way to get too personal, dude.” He holds his hands up in front of him.
“This is important, because I want to make a suggestion to you, but if you’re a virgin, then I can’t.” I really hope he isn’t. I doubt very much he is. He’s twenty-one, not too much younger than me, but I suppose my life choices made me grow up very quickly.
“No, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had plenty of sex, thank you for asking. I’m curious to hear your suggestion.” His eyes are sparkling with amusement and curiosity. Does he think I’m coming onto him? I suppose, in a way, I am.
“What do you know about BDSM and men only private clubs?” I don’t say anything more as his eyes widen, and his jaw drops. A pale blush stains his cheeks, but his lips quirk up on one side as he looks me up and down.
“They say it’s always the quiet ones.” His smile is broader now, and the blush has gone. “But, truthfully, not a lot. I’ve watched some porn, but I doubt that’s very true to life. Is that what you’re into? Like whipping and shit, ‘cos man that looks painful. Fucking hot, though.”
“Yeah, I’m into whipping and shit,” I reply, chuckling as I shake my head slightly.
“I’m not the one doing the whipping. Anyway, this isn’t about me.
The point I’m trying to get to is that I think this is something you need.
You lack any focus or a way of expressing yourself.
Professionally, you’re on a tight leash, and then socially, so much is expected of you.
I would like to take you to one of the clubs I’m a member of nearby.
I think you may find what you’re looking for. What do you say?”
He's quiet for a long moment. I can see he’s taking this seriously by the way his biting on his lip again, gnawing on the corner enough to make it painful.
I itch to pull it free but touching him is not a good idea.
For me, this isn’t to make any of our relationship sexual; I’m not even looking to be a part of his journey, should he choose to try it.
This is purely to get him to centre himself in a way he hasn’t considered.
I mean, it’s not every day someone suggests trying some BDSM to you.
It was weird enough for me to follow all the men in my family into this life.
Especially knowing that I wanted something different from them.
I know they’ve seen me submit, not often due to being away from home so much.
It’s not been something we talk about, because all our needs vary.
Saint’s kind of dominance is one step too far for me, but on the other hand, I’m not looking for someone as caring as Royal.
Knox is different again, but he likes to switch things around.
“Just how private are they? What if I’m recognised and someone tells the press? I’m sure this would send Grant catatonic, and I’d be out on my arse before I could finish a sentence. What would I be looking at? I don’t know how to do any of the kinky stuff that’s done in those kinds of places.”
I can’t help but let out a bark of laughter. “I promise you; it’s totally safe. You’d be surprised by who are members. Not that you’re allowed to mention them. Have a think about it, but I’m going tomorrow. It’s my night off,” I tell him.
He makes a move and gets off the stool, but I say his name. “Rafe, I think this could be good for you because, I’m sorry, but if you carry on the way you are, you’ll probably get dropped anyway. Just think about it.”
He nods, but instead of walking away, he hovers for a moment. “Would you let us try something together?”
I freeze, coffee mug halfway to my mouth. I lower it slowly and think about it. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I’m a very experienced sub; I know what I want and how to get it. You’d need training first.”
His face reddens, not the embarrassed flush. This is an annoyed, angry darkening of his face and neck. “Then why the fuck did you mention it? I don’t need to learn how to fuck someone. I thought it was just a way for us to fuck.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, so I don’t laugh. Instead, I stand up and take a step closer to him. “Come with me tomorrow, and if you think you can handle the way I like to be fucked, I may let you try.”
Then I walk away, out of the kitchen and down to the room I’ve taken over as my office.
To say I’m surprised when Rafe tells me he wants to come with me to Bent is an understatement.
But I offered the invitation, so I’m following through.
When we meet in the hallway of the house at ten o’clock, I’m pleased to see him dressed in his black leather trousers and a sheer black shirt that’s open down past his diaphragm.
His smooth but muscled chest exposes a glimpse of his nipples as he turns.
He’s perfect, and not for the first time, I tamp down my arousal.
The thought of him fucking me is not one I plan to share with him.
At the club, I hand over my membership and sign the form for Rafe’s visitor pass.
Making sure to tick that the terms and conditions have been explained to him.
I’ll give Rafe his due, he’s not looking at all nervous or wide-eyed in interest, and after explaining that it’s fine to watch demonstrations and open acts of sexual conduct in any part of the club, he is not to stare at the members in general.
“If you have questions, then ask me, but quietly, please. Remember, everyone is here because they want to be, and all acts are consensual,” I murmur into his ear, and we enter the main area.
I see a few people I know, and I also see a few raised eyebrows from the patrons recognising Rafe.
He is quickly dismissed by them as they continue with their evening.
I breathe in deeply, the scent of sex and sweat filling my nose, making me sigh.
I need to be here tonight. “What would you like to look at first? There are some demonstrations going on at the open stages, plus there will be viewing windows so you can watch what is going on in some of the closed rooms.”
“Yeah, sounds good. What is it you have planned for tonight? You said you were coming even if I didn’t, so you must have a plan,” he says, looking at me rather than the naked and semi-naked men all around us.
“Let’s see how you get on. I’m not rushing off, leaving you alone.
” Even though I definitely planned to get some stripes on my skin and a fat cock in my arse before the night is over.
“If this is something you’d like to pursue, I can introduce you to some of the more experienced subs and Doms. They can answer questions and offer advice on how to learn.
Some people don’t have any major kinks; they just find the atmosphere heightens their sexual arousal and have some great sex.
No whips, chains, spanking benches needed.
That may be all you find you want, but if you don’t see and experience what is on offer here, you’ll never know. ”
He nods, taking what I’ve said seriously. “So, you can come by yourself and find someone to what, play with, fuck, whatever it’s called,” he asks, earnestly. “Like you, you’re not in a relationship that I know of, and you come here alone.”
“Exactly. You see the black band on some of the men’s arms,” I ask, and he nods. “They are Doms who are interested in playing, and the red bands are the subs who are up for some fun. That way you can approach someone and start talking.”
Rafe nods again, really taking this all in and seems interested in it all.
I lead him through to the first demo stage.
His eyes are wide for only a second, before he contains his surprise at the naked young man, his back strapped to the St Andrew’s cross, being flogged.
His dick is hard and deep red thanks to the metal cock ring at the base.
Precum drips copiously from his slit as he moans when the fronds of the leather flogger strike his chest and abdomen.
“Fuck! That’s hot as hell! Look at his dick, it’s ready to burst. He’s gonna blow his load any second. ”
I chuckle a little and lean in closer. “He’s not allowed to come, not until his Dom tells him to.”
“Whoa, harsh,” Rafe says in disbelief.
“Just watch, he’s getting close. See, the Dom is totally aware of his sub; he knows his limits. He’ll push him a little bit further just to heighten his release.”
Then the Dom reaches down to release the cock ring. It clatters to the ground, then he swipes the flogger over the sub’s cock and gives the command to come.
I feel the tension pouring off Rafe as he stares at the scene.
His face is flushed with what I can guess is arousal; this is turning him on.
The sub jerks in his restraints as his orgasm bursts from him, cum jetting from his cock, splattering the floor three feet in front of him.
His chest is heaving as he pants, then the restraints are undone, and with a sob, he collapses into his Dom’s arms. I take Rafe’s arm, leading him back into the main room.
He’s bound to have questions and probably could do with a drink.
“Well?” I ask as we take a seat at one of the tables.
“Fuck, I wanna know how to do that. That was incredible.” His face is still glowing, his eyes bright even with the irises still slightly blown.
“Which part?” I don’t know which he was more impressed by—the Dom or the sub. It could go either way, but if I have to bet, I’ll say the Dom. It’s the lack of his own control in his life that has him doing stupid things.
“The Dom, yep, I’m definitely a Dom. How do I get to learn that?”