Chapter 26
(Draven)
“Guess you decided that it was my turn to spend a drive curious about where we were going,” I conveyed, my device laying on my thigh as we delt with start and stop traffic.
Johnny just giggled and shot me a look I could barely make out through the tinted windows. Outside, the streets were lit up with lights and neon as evening activities were in full swing. Honestly, I was a bit thrown to see us weaving through the heart of downtown, what with all the people out tonight popping in and out of clubs and bars but I trusted Sully and Christine to have done their due diligence about vetting wherever the hell we were going, but damn I was curious.
“It’s only fair,” he replied, covering my hand with his so I couldn’t type. “Just relax and enjoy the ride with me. ”
“But…” I growled.
“No buts and save your voice, you’ll need it later.”
Okay, what the hell?
“Please trust me.”
His beseeching tone was what finally convinced me to just roll with it and let him have his bit of fun. When he laced his fingers with mine, I could feel his twitchy excitement, which only served to rev up my own. This was important to him, not just another outing to do something fun.
Now I was really curious.
When we pulled into a well-lit parking lot behind what looked like a non-descript warehouse and parked right beside a dark green door, my anticipation almost got the best of me, and I started to reach for the door handle only to hear Sully clear his throat. Sheepishly, I removed my hand from it and nodded at his eyes in the rearview, grateful for his reminder, because Johnny hadn’t moved an inch. I had to chuckle, because he knew the drill better than I did at this point.
Christine got out and went inside, while Sully remained with us and the vehicle.
“You remember what we talked about,” Sully said, and I knew he had to be addressing Johnny.
“Yes, sir,” Johnny said. “If you give the word, we are out of there, no matter what we’re doing. ”
“Exactly,” Sully said. “You did good, getting me all the information I needed to be able to check this place out and touch base with the owners. I don’t expect any issues, but you know I’m prepared, so just enjoy yourselves and let us do the watching and the worrying for you.”
“Thank’s Sully.”
“You got it.”
Even after he went silent we waited, until the green door opened and Christine emerged flanked by two bulky, badasses in leather that she still towered over by at least an inch. They remained in the doorway while she approached Johnny’s door and Sully got out and came around to mine.
Nothing of the inside showed around the two in the doorway, nor was there any hint of a clue as we went in, flanked by our guards. I realized why, a few minutes later, when we were led through another set of thick, double doors, and into a hallway with deep purple walls and another set of doors at the end.
Talk about a maze, though I doubted this was the way everyone entered. That green door must have been painted that color for a reason, which left me to wonder if Johnny had gotten us VIP tickets to something.
“So, you remember my friends from Palm Springs, Sky and Vic?” Johnny asked.
“The owners of Club Sin, yeah,” I replied, remembering to use my device after he’d warned me about needing my voice later.
“Well, they own this place too,” Johnny explained. “Vic’s sister, Cass and her partner Reno manage this place for them. It’s private, members only, but they hooked us up with passes. I-I wanted…”
When Johnny licked his lips, I could tell he was feeling a bit hesitant. It had gotten to where I’d started to pick up on that and other tells he had.
Cupping his cheek, I leaned in until our noses touched, and I could peer directly into those honey brown eyes of his. He tipped his head back and I could tell he expected me to go for a kiss, so I took a page out of Jagger’s book and licked his cheek, which immediately got him giggling.
All the tension drained out of his shoulders then and he threw his arms around me.
“There’s something I’ve wanted even before you put your collar on me,” he explained as he stepped back, fingers immediately reaching to rub over the leather.
I cocked my head and locked eyes with him, hoping to convey without using my device, that he could tell me anything.
“Will you make me fly tonight?” He murmured, cupping my face before he kissed me.
Hell yeah I would.
Hell yeah .
I understood what he was asking and what kind of place he’d brought us to the moment the words left his lips.
Now I knew why he’d asked me to save my voice. I knew what it did to him when I growled in his ear, especially when he was all wound up and on the edge of losing control completely.
Stroking his hair, I focused on all the things I’d learned in Palm Springs and every hotel room sense then, so I could give him exactly what he needed from me. Nodding, I took a deep breathe, let out slowly, rubbed his shoulders, then kissed him, my hand sliding down his arm until I could cup his ass and give a little squeeze. Grinning was a much better look on him then hesitation.
“Let’s play,” I whispered before stepping away from him, grateful that our guards and escorts had given us the space to have the moment we needed before we headed in.
When our escorts led us through the second set of doors, I was grateful that they didn’t lead directly into the dungeon, but rather, a wide entryway with a big, bright shop on one side and changing rooms on the other.
“I need to change,” Johnny said, lifting his backpack a little.
It was the first time I noticed that it wasn’t the small black and purple one he typically carried, but a slightly larger one, with Ghostface on the back of it .
Now I did pull my device out so I could give him shit, cause damn.
“Could have given some kind of apparel warning.” I typed.
Giggling, Johnny pointed to my pants. “I did, I said wear leather.”
“Uh-huh,” I typed before jerking my head in the direction of the changing room.
He blew me a kiss as he hurried away, while I took the opportunity to duck in to the shop to see what I could find, since every toy and implement I owned was back at the house in Maine. Fortunately for me, the place was fully stocked with a wide array of things I knew Johnny would enjoy, as well as a backpack to hold them and any others I picked up from here on out. It had been a long time since I’d even thought about a portable toy bag, but in here, my mind ran wild. I was just headed for the register when I spotted something that made my soul sing and I snatched it up, excited to see Johnny in it and the mesh top I’d spotted not long after stepping in.
He was waiting for me outside the shop when I paid, in black boy shorts with zippers all over the front and rear, only a little peek-a-boo zip on his thigh open a fraction, showing off the mesh covered flesh beneath it. As I’d expected, he was bare chested, since the majority of his crop tops had the band logo on the front or back .
The look on his face, when I held the purple and black mesh crop top left me thrilled, and half hard when he squealed and pulled it on.
God damn he looked hot.
Smoldering.
Sinful.
And all fuckin’ mine.
The soft looking leather ankle boots he wore looked comfortable, and I was glad that he’d opted not to go barefoot. It would make removing them more fun once I got him where I wanted him and got to play with all the things hidden away in my new bag.
He didn’t ask if I was ready, he just snuggled beneath my arm when I draped it over him. Our escorts had moved on to whatever else they did when they weren’t accompanying people in, but we no longer needed guidance to know which way to head. There was only one other door in the lobby, so we headed into a huge, open play space that left plenty of room between apparatuses and wow, were there plenty.
I didn’t want him in a cage or a curling chair, none of those held any appeal for me and we hadn’t talked about this enough for me to know if he had any interest in them. I knew what he did like though, and kept checking his face to see what his gaze did gravitate too. When he paused, deep into the warehouse space, eyes darting between a spanking bench and a bondage board, I knew I had my answer and led him that way.
“Choose,” I growled in his ear, loving the way his shivered, sighed and seemed to melt against me.
He headed for the bondage board, shooting a heated look at me as he knelt behind it and gracefully leaned forward, putting himself in a comfortable position while waiting for me to buckle him in.
I caught Sully’s eye and he nodded, taking up a position to the left while Christine took the one on the right, backs turned to Johnny so they could keep an eye on the rest of the room. Now we were good, and I was damned ready to have fun with my boyfriend, who was trusting me to give him everything he needed tonight.
With him in that position, I knew the best place to start.
The backs of his thighs were super sensitive, touching them always made him squirm. I didn’t want him squirmy, I wanted him shivering and moaning for me. Chuckling, I knelt behind him and touched his left boot to feel that it was every bit as soft as it looked. A soft giggle and a sigh escaped him when I touched his ankle to reposition it and secure it to the cuff on the apparatus. A second sigh following when I caressed his backside before moving to the other ankle.
There were cuffs just above the knees, around the lower thigh, which I buckled only after carefully making sure they weren’t too tight or pinching his skin. I didn’t linger though, not even to give into the temptation to dance my fingertips over his skin. I’d deliberately left his wrists for last so I could slide my fingers through his hair and tug it just enough to raise his head so I could lean down and kiss him.
“Do you have a safe word?” I murmured as we drew away.
“Infinity.”
“Good, that’s good,” I said, glad this place didn’t have music pounding from the speakers like some of the places I’d been.
Hell, we’d been in a few like that together, but never like this.
“I only wanna hear sounds from you from here on out,” I said. “No words, unless it’s your safeword. No trying to be a bossy bottom. I promise you’ll have no need to give me any instructions to get what you want.”
His eyes widened as he stared into mine. I knew I’d surprised him by saying that, but I’d been near enough in one of the clubs we’d been at together to hear him direct his partner during an entire scene and just wanted him to know he didn’t have to worry about that with me. If we’d talked about tonight before coming here, we could have covered all of that, but I loved that the first way he’d tried to surprise me was to bring me to a place that would let us have what we both needed since the first time he’d called me Daddy.
God just thinking about that word made me shudder.
Instead of replying, he nodded, tugging on the hold I still had on his hair, but it earned him a smile, and the little pinpricks of pain I knew he hoped for.
“Good boy,” I murmured, caressing his cheek with my free hand before lowering his head back to rest on the mat.
For a moment, I just petted his hair, grounding us both before I buckled his wrists to the board. There, now we were ready to begin. In this position, he wouldn’t be able to see what I reached into the bag for or what I held in my hands, all he’d be able to do was feel it and enjoy what I was doing to him.
But first to warm him up.
This time, I started at his shoulders, with cold gel that made him yelp the moment I touched him with it. He whined as I spread it over his shoulders and sucked in a sharp breath as goosebumps cropped up down his arms.
“Cold, huh?” I said, leaning close to his ear to be sure he heard me.
He nodded as best he could, then sucked in another breath as I trailed gel down his spine. The moment I got to his tailbone his ass clenched as he quivered.
“Hmmmm, mmmmmm,” he whispered when I blew air along the path I’d made.
The next breath he sucked in was different, surprised. Good, that meant the gel was doing what it was supposed to. Warming the moment I breathed on it. Coating my thumbs with it, I drew them up his neck, rubbing on the gel before blowing air over the damp streaks I left behind. Massages had a way of turning him completely boneless, so I treated him to one with that gel, adding a few scrapes of my teeth when I reached his hip and peeled back the edge of his shorts to give him a little nip.
“Gah. Mmmm. Pl…Fuuu…mmmm.”
I chuckled as he choked back the words and reached into the bag for the next surprise.
The two-sided mitt was made of silky soft faux fur that I trailed over his body, caressing over the small of his back before working back up to his shoulders again. Under his hair, over the back of his neck, down his side, then the insides of his thighs, just to make the groans that spilled from him grow louder. There was no tension in him by the time I was done. Every muscle felt lax and pliant.
“Good, you are doing so good.”
His exhale wasn’t as ragged as before, which told me that he was sinking into the feeling rather than seeking each new one. There was a difference, there really was. I’d fight anyone who tried to argue that point with me .
Now for the fun part, flipping the glove around.
When the small, metal claws embedded in the fur touched his skin, he hissed, grunting as his ass tightened again, the flex of those perky globes unable to resist, so I lightly bit one, only to feel him quiver again. He didn’t relax until I eased up with the teeth and ran those claws along his inner thighs.
When I slid my ungloved hand beneath him, I could feel how eager he was.
He was hard as hell.
Time to switch things up.
His whine, when I moved the mitt away, made me chuckle against his skin, right where I knew the gel would still be, because I’d been careful not to rub all of it away with the glove. Not when I had plans to torment every inch of him.
“Not….errrrrr,” he growled, biting back the rest of the words before they could spill free.
“Uh, uh, uh, I growled, tugging his hair while I leaned to nip his ear. “No words unless it’s your safeword.”
“Fuuuuuu,” he whimpered, but nodded when I turned his hair loose.
“Daddy's got you,” I promised, loving the way he reigned himself back in after hearing that word.
While he settled down, I slipped the mitt back into the bag to pull out the edible glitter, and the paint brushes I’d brought to decorate him with. It would be an exercise in patience, for both of us, but one I was more than up to. Now I just wondered if he’d catch on to what I was writing as I started decorating his skin.
As I started scrawling the words to Ghosts of Enemies Past along his side and up his back, I felt him melt for me again. Soft definitely seemed to do that to him and put every thought out of his mind, while waltzing pinpricks of pain only revved him up.
There was this time when nothing was simple.
There was this time when everything was lost.
A moment when the day broke open.
Spewing back everything I’d lost.
For a moment, I was blinded.
By rage and memories and pain.
Until I remembered I wasn’t that me anymore.
And never let the ghost of him hurt me again.
Not when I had you.
As I reached the end, I realized he was moaning along with me as I hummed it, tone wrecked, he was shaking so hard by the final time I flicked the feather against his skin.
Time to unbuckle my boy, just a little, so I could see what other songs I could wring out of him.
His hands were fisted against the mat and I half expected him to rear up and try to grab for me when the cuffs came loose, only he stayed right where he was as I cupped the back of his neck and rubbed.
“So good for Daddy,” I growled in his ear.
His shudder, his groan, they were better than music. They were everything, especially when he let me guide him upright to place his hands on the portion he’d previously been draped over.
“Can you keep those right there for me?” I growled, waiting to move again until he nodded and his eyes fluttered as he sought mine. “I’m right here, but I need to turn you loose for a moment, okay?”
Only when he nodded a second time did I move away, to the final surprise I had for him.
Slipping three of the metal claws I’d just purchased onto the middle three fingers on my left hand, I took a moment to make sure they fit comfortably and tested them on my arm to make sure they weren’t too sharp, glad I’d stripped off my shirt after I’d cuffed him.
They’d pinch and leave a few nice, red marks, but they wouldn’t hurt him or break the skin.
Perfect.
In the position he was in, it was easy to sit behind him, my height putting me in the perfect position to dwarf him and tug him back, so he could lean against me despite the cuffs still holding his thighs and ankles in place .
“You’ve done so well, you’ve earned yourself a reward, boy,” I growled, my deep, raspy voice making it easy to snarl the last word.
Dragging one of his hands up, I hooked it around my neck, trailed my free hand down his chest, and gently shoved a lube slick hand down the front of those damp boy shorts to where he was hard and aching for me.
I licked his neck and kissed it before sucking a mark into his skin, my fingers lightly teasing his cock as I drew the claws over his peck.
“Ohhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuu, ghhhhhhh.”
His next howl was even louder, wild and sharp as he bucked, trying to rock, only he couldn’t, not with the way he was leaning against me.
All he could do was whine, writhe and howl out his pleasure at every pinch, prick and sting as I drew the claws over his skin, pausing to pinch every now and again until he started shuddering, whimpering and cry out.
“Dd…..Da……Dddddddd….mmmmm….mmmmm.”
Draven or Daddy, I wasn’t sure which he wanted to say, but now I wanted to hear, them, needed to hear them as I brought him over the edge.
“Cry out for me!” I hissed, pinching his nipple again. “Fuckin’ scream for me.”
“Daddy!!” he wailed, barely waiting for me to fully give permission. “Daddy, Daddy, Draven, pleaseeeeee!!!
I’d never heard his voice break before, but it did as I stroked and pinched again, right before he came all over my hand.
In the aftermath, after I’d milked him of everything he had to give, he lay with his head against my shoulder, the sweat from his body cooling between us.
“Fuckin’ hell, those were the most beautiful noises I’ve ever heard you make,” I told him as I drew my hand out of his shorts.
He just let out a dreamy sigh, caught my wrist, and my hands to his lips so he could lick the cum away. It caught me so off guard all I could do was watch with lust raging inside of me as he sucked my fingers clean, before tipping his head to the side, to grin up at me, his heavy lidded gaze proof that I’d done exactly what he needed me too. Snarling his hair in my fingers again, I tugged a lot gentler than earlier in the night, just enough that I could slot our lips together and taste the essence of his release lingering on his lips.
“Do I taste good, Daddy?” He whispered, voice breathy and soft as he stared into my eyes.
“Hell yeah, you do. You really have a major Daddy kink, don’t you?” I murmured as I held him close.
“Yeah but never found the right person I felt safe sharing it with. Now I have you,” he said, sighing as he started to drift into the haze of pleasant unfeeling I’d left him with. “Be my Daddy?”
“You’re already mine. Daddy is just another role I’m eager to fill in what ever way you need me to.”
He was silent for a moment, like he was collecting his thoughts, and getting his breathing back under control before he tried to speak again. “What if I don’t know what all I need yet?”
“Then we’ll figure it out together. Me and you,” I said as I kissed his nose. “Always me and you. I love you, Johnny. You’ll always be forever and always for me.”
“Love you too, Daddy D,” he whispered, honoring me with my new name. “Forever, always, and five hundred miles after that.”
“We’re always gonna have those five hundred miles, aren’t we?”
“Uh-huh,” he sighed. “As long as we have them, the road will never run out.”
“As long as I have you, it won’t matter if the road runs out or the stars explode, ‘cause we’ll be there together, watching the world come to an end as we race into the afterlife. Ghosts of ourselves but still in love with one another.”
“Ghosts of ourselves, I like that,” he murmured as he rested against me.
“Then we’ll have to make that the first time we write together,” I told him as I kissed his nose.
“Tomorrow. Or the next day,” he grumbled, so comfortable it seemed like he was about to pass out on me.”
“Whenever we want,” I told him, nuzzling his neck before I kissed him again. “We’ve got forever, remember? And forever never ends.”
~End~