Chapter
I had a feeling that Memphis wouldn’t be coming home.
He’s been in love with the man who saved him—Royal.
I’m seriously considering moving with him.
We run a business together and have always worked together, using my house.
Even after Memphis got his own place, we carried on working here.
I’m not sure how we’ll get on working long distance; we’re used to wandering in and out of our rooms for updates and ideas.
My phone rings, and I’m expecting it to be Memphis, so I don’t bother looking at the screen and swipe to answer. “How’s it going, mate?”
“Where the fuck is he?” an angry voice growls at me.
Confused, I pull my phone away from my ear to look at the caller id. Unknown number. Now, I am even more clueless. “Excuse me, I think you’ve got the wrong number.”
“Fuck that shit. You know where Memphis is, and you need to tell me right fucking now. He’s not getting away with ending this. We’re not done, not until I say we are.”
It clicks. Memphis’ ex, his Daddy, Simon. “I’m not telling you. If he wanted you to know, he would’ve told you. He ended it. Leave him alone.”
“Someone must have put him up to it, and I’m guessing it was you. I’ve never liked him having another Dom around him. He’s easily influenced, and for some reason, he looks up to you. Tell. Me. Where. He. Is! If you don’t, I’m going to make your perfect little life hell.”
“Fuck off, Simon,” I tell him. Not bothering to wait for his answer, I end the call. Then shoot a text to Memphis, letting him know. He’s been blowing up his phone, too, but he’s not answering him anymore. Hence why he’s moved on to me.
I drop my phone back on my desk and get back to work.
“Thanks for the call. I’m going stir crazy at home. It’s just work, work, work lately,” I say to Owen, a college friend that stayed in Lincoln too. We take our pints to a table in the corner. Owen goes around the table, and I sit opposite with my back to the bar and its occupants.
I’m on my second pint when Owen grins at me. “What? Have I got something on my face?” I wipe my mouth and chin.
“No, you’re being seriously checked out.” He looks over my shoulder, then back at me. “He’s seriously hot too. Totally your type.”
I twist in my chair and look over my shoulder as Owen hisses at me not to look.
He’s right though, he’s gorgeous. I smile at him.
I’m not shy about meeting men; admittedly it’s usually at my club, and I’m in full Dom mode and want a willing sub to do as he’s told.
But sometimes a bit of sex without all the props is fun too.
I give him a wink and smile when a pale pink blush blooms over his cheeks.
He’s tall, about six foot, and slim, but his body-hugging T-shirt shows off a tight stomach and firm pecs.
The outline of bars through his nipples is an added bonus.
I stand up and weave through the people standing between us. His eyes darken as I get closer and drink in the sight of him. “Hi, I’m Finn.”
“Matt,” he replies. “It’s good to meet you.”
“Can I get you a drink?” I ask politely, even though I’m really trying to work out how long we have to do small talk before I can get him out of here and naked on my bed.
He leans into me, his mouth close enough to my ear to feel his breath. “Not unless it’s from your fridge after you’ve fucked me,” he murmurs.
“Let’s go.” I take his hand and give Owen a wave; he’s laughing at me, the fucker.
It doesn’t take us long to reach my house. He looks up. “Do you live alone?”
“I do, so you can scream as loud as you like.” I take his hand and lead him up to the front door.
Anticipation is growing rapidly as I open the door and let him step in first. Then, before he’s taken another step, I have his back to the door and pinned against it, my mouth on his as I grip his hips.
I take control and part his lips with a swift nip to the plump flesh.
As I sweep my tongue into his hot, wet mouth, I press my thigh between his legs, pressing up into his groin and on his balls. He groans, his hands coming up to grasp my T-shirt in tight fists.
“Bedroom?” he pants as we separate.
“Upstairs.” I point behind me and step aside, letting him move. “First door on the left.” I follow him, taking pleasure in his tight, high arse. I wonder if he’ll let me tie him up, probably not. This is only a hook-up.
We get into my room, and he suddenly looks nervous. “Having second thoughts? It’s okay if you want to go.”
“No, I want to, but what’s all that?”
I follow his gaze and see my wardrobe is open; there’s a rack with floggers, restraints, a few ball gags, and some dildos. Then there’s the cross propped against the wall next to the wardrobe “Toys.” I step up behind him and tug the bars in his nipples. “See something you like?”
He visibly swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing painfully. “I…I don’t know. How much does that thing hurt?” He points to the black flogger—the most vicious of the three hanging—with hardened knotted fronds. Not one for a beginner, by any means.
“Um, I don’t think that’s a good one to start with. There are much kinder ones hanging up, ones that will make your skin sing, if you’re interested.” I smile, stepping up closer. “Perhaps for another night’s play. If you want to.”
With that said, I push up his T-shirt to his armpits, forcing his arms up above his head.
“Stay still,” I murmur against his lips and drop down to suck his nipple, tugging the bar with my teeth.
Matt moans, cursing softly as I lave over the distended peak.
So far, he’s receptive to mild pain; I’m going to enjoy taking him apart.
I lower onto my knees, still kissing and nipping his firm abs until I reach his waistband.
I lean back on my heels and look up at him, silently questioning him, asking for permission.
His eyes are dark, lust-laden and heavy-lidded, his tongue darting out to dampen his lip.
I’m as mesmerised as he is as I watch his lip slicken, glistening with saliva.
Deftly, I undo his belt buckle, then the button on his jeans.
The zip coming down sounds loud in the quiet room as I slide it down, uncovering the black cotton of his briefs.
A tug at the denim has me shoving it down to mid-thigh, exposing his CK briefs, his thick cock is hard, weeping precum onto the restrictive confines of his underwear.
I inhale as I lean in, the smell of warm male musk overriding the subtle scent of his soap or maybe his laundry detergent.
This is all man. How long has it been since I had a hook-up?
As I mouth the head of his dick through his briefs, his hand strokes through my hair. With a tight grip, he moans again. “Suck me, please, for fuck’s sake, suck me.”
I don’t usually give in to a sub’s demands, making them wait even longer, squirming and groaning. But this isn’t a scene, so I acquiesce by pulling his waistband down. His dick springs free, and it’s only my quick reflexes that stop it from hitting me in the face.
We both chuckle until I envelop the swollen, sticky head of his dick in my mouth, sucking gently and coaxing more precum onto my tongue. Not taking him any deeper, I suckle until he squirms, panting softly.
It’s not until he chants ‘please’ at me, over and over, that I relent and slide down his length, taking him in completely. His dick slides into my throat, and I swallow. With a holler loud enough to wake the neighbours, he comes.
Matt staggers back, his knees hitting the bed, flopping down on his back. “Fuck, you’re good at that.” He still sounds breathless, which has me smiling.
“I’m good at a lot of things. If you hang around, you’ll find out.”
Jesus! That was not what I expected. When Simon called me, asking me to do him a favour, I did not expect to have the best fuck of my life.
“All I want is to know where Memphis is. I know Finn knows, but he’s not telling.
I don’t care how you do it. You can take a look through his phone messages, his emails, hell, you can fuck his brains out if you want; all I want is an address. ”
If I do this, find out where his ex is, I get a nifty five grand.
That’s not a chore, especially now I know the man can fuck like a demon.
I’m more than happy to spend more time with him.
As I stand on his doorstep, ready to say goodbye, Finn’s rocking on his heels with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans.
The lopsided smile on his face is cute and makes me want to kiss him. So, I do.
It’s a soft, gentle press of my lips on to his. We hum softly; he’s into this as much as I am. “When can I see you again?” I ask as his tongue slicks over where my mouth just was.
“How long does it have to be without making me sound too eager?” he asks, laughing as his cheeks bloom pink.
“Oh, I think we can come up with something soon. Are you free tomorrow?” Now, I blush because that is really soon. I’m not supposed to be into this guy—it’s purely a financial transaction. I need the money, but he’s not exactly hard on the eye.
“I am,” he chuckles. “Where would you like to go?”
We arrange to meet in town at a pub that does good food at half past seven. I step back as a small smile appears shyly. “I had a great time.”
“Yeah, me too.”