Chapter 24
“How did it go?” Memphis calls out to me as I walk into his cosy flat.
“Is he always a total dickhead?” I kick off my shoes before walking into the living room, hearing a deep laugh that doesn’t sound like my friend. Royal is here too. Great.
“Pretty much,” Royal says as I walk in. Memphis is on his lap and is shirtless.
I can see the bruises from Royal’s bites on his skin.
Something I always find very attractive on a sub, even more so if I’ve put them there.
The thought of Matt with them over his neck and chest pops into my head, and I push it away as quickly as it arrived.
“But he’s also loyal to a fault and will go to the ends of the earth for someone he considers his family. ”
“God, that’s all I need, a bloody hero,” I mutter under my breath.
“Oh, he’s that. Decorated for it too. Four years in the army.”
“Don’t forget he’s James Bond.” I grumble. Then I shake off my mood at being kicked out. “I’m hungry; have you eaten?”
Of course, they have. “Have you got some takeaway menus?” I know Memphis, and he is not an enthusiastic cook, so he’s a regular at all the local takeaway shops.
“Top drawer next to the cooker,” he says, then gets off Royal’s knee and follows me to the L shape part of the room and the small kitchen situated there. “Are you okay? Was he a total dick? I can talk to him or at least get Royal to.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere; he’s gonna have to talk to me sooner or later.” I shrug, not feeling as nonchalant as I’m hoping I pull off.
“Or he’ll leave again,” Royal says, leaning on the wall, looking in.
“I’m going home, babe. I’ll pick you up in the morning.
” He stalks up to his boy and kisses him in a way that would have onlookers feeling uncomfortable.
Doms tend to take what they want when they want it. Which is why I kissed Drake tonight.
And I do want him, probably more than I should, but he intrigues me in a way other subs don’t.
That fact that he’s a sub was the biggest shock.
When Memphis confirmed it for me, I knew all gloves were off, and I was going after him.
I’m not prepared to stop until I have him under my flogger and my body.
“You can go with him if you want; I don’t need babysitting.” I’ve got to look at putting my house on the market and seeing what I can get for my money over here. I should be able to match what I’ve got.
Memphis looks between me and his lover, his lip between his teeth as he deliberates. “Go,” I tell him. “At least one of us should get some sex tonight.” I grin at Royal as he reaches for his boy.
Memphis picks up on what I said. “You want to have sex with Drake? Is that what you wanted to talk to him about?”
“Take him away, Royal. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Royal doesn’t need telling twice; he grabs his boyfriend. “Go get some clothes on. Oh, and maybe change the sheets.” He grins at me, his eyebrows waggling.
Yeah, please change the sheets, I pray silently.
He looks at me, his head tilting to one side, studying me.
“You got something for my brother? ‘Cause he’s a tough nut to crack. He’s only had one serious relationship that I’m aware of.
But from the way he’s behaved recently, it’s over.
He needs someone who will fight for him, to stand by his side when things get tough.
There’s baggage I don’t think he’s even unpacked.
If you can’t do that, then leave him be. ”
I nod. “Noted,” I reply. Then, as an afterthought, I answer again. “There’s something about him that I’m drawn to; he’s prickly and private, but I think he knows I’m not messing about.”
We’re quiet until Memphis comes back into the room, his arms full of bedding that he shoves in the washing machine. “Okay, if you’re sure?”
I smile at him and shoo him away. “Get outta here, you horn dogs.”
The front door shuts, leaving me alone. I grab the takeaway menus and shuffle through them, looking for one that catches my interest. With the decision made, I grab my phone from my back pocket and open the app to order.
I haven’t unpacked my overnight bag yet and waste my time getting that sorted before the doorbell rings.
The curry is good, but I probably don’t appreciate it as much as I should because I’m scrolling through Rightmove and Zoopla, looking at places to live.
I stop when a building I recognise comes up.
Drake’s building. Am I bold enough to live in the same place?
Hell yeah. He’ll be pissed off, but I like doing that to a sub.
Getting under his skin will be fun. I save the link and close my laptop.
I finish eating and pick up the beer I found in the fridge.
How much is Drake able to give? He’s had someone in his life, so he’s not against love.
Is he demi? I don’t know how that works in a BDSM lifestyle.
His kiss though was off the charts hot; I could feel the heavy length of his cock as it hardened in the fucking sexy as hell sweats.
It was plenty big enough to make me a happy Dom.
I love a cock in my arse when I’ve got my sub strapped to my bench.
He’s going to be a fun challenge. Only if he’s willing to play.
But it’s game on for me. I’m not going to give up on a chance with the sexiest sub around.
It’s been too long since I had a full-on scene, all thanks to Matt. I thought I was falling in love with him. He let me want him so much, knowing it was all fake. He should get a fucking Oscar for his performance.
I push my laptop back, my mood soured thanks to the ache in my heart for so many things.
Matt being a total tosser, Simon being a psychopath.
Royal and his brothers part in tipping Mansbridge over the edge.
How much of this is my fault? I’ve thought it over and over in my head.
Letting Matt back in after he hit me. Which I expect was a way to get Memphis to come back.
I sigh and close my laptop down, an early night won’t hurt me. As I settle in Memphis’ surprisingly comfortable bed, my final words to Drake haunt me. “You’ll be thinking of me when you rub that one out.”
I reach under the duvet and shove my hand under my boxer briefs.
My dick isn’t fully hard yet, but a couple of slow strokes has it perking up nicely.
I reach for the lube I put in the drawer, not wanting to use the same one as Memphis.
Yeah, no thanks. I get back to thinking about Drake and how it would feel to slide my hand under those soft grey sweatpants and find him freeballing.
I grab my half hard dick and stroke it, whispering all the filthy things I want to do to him in his ear as he stiffens.
I stroke myself harder, faster, the schlick, schlick of my lubed fist competes with my breathing for the loudest sound in the room.
How does he look as he takes hold of his dick.
Are his eyes even darker as he grips his shaft, or does he tease himself?
Take his time to lazily touch or stroke his balls.
Does he think of me the way I think of him?
Does he moan as he comes or cry out my name the way I taunted him that he would?
It’s not long until the loudest sound is me crying out his name as I pour my load into my fist. I stay still, lying on my back as my vision clears.
Yeah, I’m not walking away from him.
He will be my boy.
He’ll be on his knees soon.