16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
T he warehouse featured the open, artsy place Fin had always imagined throwing a show at. Not like they’d believed their photography would ever be in some public exhibition. They would either be thrilled or vomit.
“Do you have an idea of how you want your work displayed?” Hera asked. Her hair was pulled up in a cute ponytail today, and she bounced around the warehouse as she showed Fin the empty space.
“From the pictures you sent, yeah.” Fin soaked it all in.
They’d organized their photos and had them ready to showcase.
The sets would all be stationed in different areas.
The exposed brick left a lingering chill, and the overhead beams added to the whole warehouse chic aesthetic.
Fin couldn’t imagine having a spare warehouse for fun lying around, but Hera came from money, and they most definitely didn’t .
“Would Meg let me host a play night at Whipped?” Hera asked. The question came out of the blue, but it wasn’t the first time Hera had tried to get an extra in at Whipped.
“You can ask,” Fin said, even though the answer would be no. “But why not just use the space you have?” If they had access to a spare fucking warehouse, they’d throw play nights all the damn time.
Hera rolled her eyes. “I might have art connections, but Meg’s got the connections in the scene.”
Fin’s skin prickled with unease. Sure, they were having their photography show at Hera’s warehouse, but she would take the usual artist cut that she normally did from the people she hosted here. Whereas Hera always pushed the line when it came to their connection at Whipped.
Meg refused to play with Hera, and Fin was starting to see why. Not like they were na?ve, but they’d ignored Hera’s spoiled tendencies because she’d been fun to scene with on occasion.
Fuck, humoring her wouldn’t help. And besides, they had to get going. They were meeting Ollie soon at Whipped for their last photo shoot…and then, with any luck, Ollie would be joining them for Play Night after.
“You know you’re always welcome to any of the events we throw, right?” Fin said. “You’re better off attending the open house events and not trying to push Meg about private play parties. That’s her workspace, and she enforces pretty strong boundaries around it, for good reason.”
Hera crossed her arms, a dark look flashing across her face. “I see how it is, but you’re fine with using me for my space.”
Fin lifted their hands, their guard rising at top speed. “Hey, if you’re not okay to host here, we’ll cancel the exhibition. ”
Hera huffed out a breath. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just tired of the chip Meg has on her shoulder about me.”
“If she had a serious problem with you, then you wouldn’t be allowed in the scene.” Fin could at least offer that truth, even though this whole conversation sat sour in their gut. “But I’ve got to head out. I’ll email you what sets I’ll be featuring on what walls.”
“I’ll be waiting for it.” Hera waved as she headed in the opposite direction, deeper into the warehouse. Fin set off for the door.
Their skin prickled with unease after Hera had thrown out the whole “using” thing.
That wasn’t how they worked in the slightest, and they avoided situations like that at all costs.
Even Ollie would get a cut of whatever was sold from the photos after the show.
Though he didn’t know that yet. He’d jumped in… what, to spend time with them?
Fuck, they were in so far over their head when it came to Oliver Hale.
To the point they’d done the impossible and invited him to Play Night.
Fin had never been great with words. Most of theirs came out loaded with salt and brine.
They worked more strongly with actions, and even though they couldn’t admit out loud or maybe even to themself what this thing with Ollie meant, deep down, they were aware he was more.
That they’d shared more with him than anyone else.
They hopped onto their Ducati, and the engine rumbled to life beneath them. The streets of San Francisco whizzed by, bright splashes of color contrasting the asphalt. For so long, they’d been focused on the immediate. Get away from their dad, get established on their own. Dreams felt pointless .
But as one by one, the crew at Whipped fell in love and found partners who they could come home to at night, the desire had burrowed in stronger with each passing day.
And even though Ollie was younger than them by a decade, he’d seen enough shit that he wasn’t young and dumb.
Fin had been around long enough to understand connections like theirs didn’t come around often. They would know. They’d played with every flavor of sub, slept their way through half the scene of San Francisco, and not once had they considered opening up emotionally.
Yet Ollie had them breaking all their rules.
***
By the time Ollie arrived, Fin had finished setting up the camera and lighting equipment.
The shoot today was a simple one—blindfolded, gagged, and with a quick rope tie around the arms—but he’d be stripped to his boxer briefs.
“Ready for this?” They looked up.
The sight of Ollie knocked the air from their chest again.
He was wearing a pair of sweats, which showed off his thick thighs, and his dark brown hair was windswept.
With all that olive skin on display, he looked so damn delicious they wanted a taste.
His eyes brimmed with nerves, which made their warning bells clang.
“You okay?” Fin asked. “If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t need to shoot.” Truthfully, they had all they needed photo-wise, but they weren’t ready to let go yet.
They weren’t quite sure when that moment would come.
Part of them hoped it didn’t .
He squeezed his nape. “I’m not nervous about the shoot. Just, damn. Last shoot and all. Maybe I’m not ready to give up my glamorous modeling life.” His eyes met Fin’s, and fuck, they couldn’t look away. The stare was magnetic, arresting, and they no longer needed to question what he brimmed with.
The same tension that had plagued them.
Their heart thumped so hard it deafened, and silence stretched between them with every unanswered question that bubbled to the surface. Except they were the one who’d set the initial parameters.
“Well, if you need something to fill the time, I’m in need of a sub,” they said. Their nerves rioted at anything hinting deeper than casual.
Ollie quirked his head to the side. “Oh? What does this position entail?”
“Mm, definitely another chastity stint.” Fin kneeled and fiddled with a piece of their camera setup, not because they needed to but because they couldn’t look at Ollie right now.
Their mind was screaming. Trusting people never meant anything good.
For fuck’s sake, their mom had texted again to set up a meetup that would be far too much of their former family too soon.
“I’m getting free of this one today, right?
” Ollie asked. He didn’t pressure them for answers, and for that, they were more grateful than words could express.
They both knew Fin could play with anyone they liked, and they’d found play partners for years with zero problems. But none of those subs had been theirs.
Fin glanced at him at last. A slight smile quirked his lips, and the hint of hope in his gorgeous brown eyes slayed them on the spot. They rose from their crouch and lifted a brow. “Depends. Cage check.”
Ollie let out a shaky breath. He tugged his pants and boxer briefs to his thighs, exposing his cock in the little black cage .
Fin swore. “Damn, that’s so hot. You’re such a good boy, you know that?”
A visible shudder rocked through him, one that sent a thrill through them. The way he responded to praise was delicious, just as much as his responses to humiliation. They wanted to do so much with him, and they hadn’t even cracked the surface.
Fin reached for his cock and skimmed their fingers beneath his balls.
He let out a wrecked breath, which sent a spike of adrenaline through them.
“If photography work picks up, I won’t have the time to keep searching for play partners.
” They forced their voice light, despite the way their heart was invested.
“If you’re interested in something regular… ”
“There’s no way in hell I’d turn down more of this,” he said, the earnest tone in his voice striking right to Fin’s heart. “Even if I’m stuck caged and unable to come.”
Fin brushed their thumb over the tip of his cock peeking out from the cage. A full tremor racked his body.
“Even if you’re a sadistic monster,” he muttered.
“Always.” A grin rose to their lips unbidden.
Something light and effervescent bubbled up in them.
Sure, they regularly played with the folks at Whipped, but apart from their close friends, they drifted from partner to partner, none lasting more than a few times.
Fin did that on purpose, needing to keep their distance.
A distance Ollie had smashed his way through.
“How do you feel about exhibitionism?” they asked, summoning the last of their nerves.
“Like being on display in front of others?” Ollie’s pupils dilated. “Fuck, that sounds so hot.”
“What about others touching you?” If they saw the slightest flinch or sign of disgust, they’d pivot the idea that had emerged .
Ollie drew his brows together. “Like just touching my body?”
“Yeah, but the only one fucking you would be me.”
“In front of other people?” His cheeks reddened.
“Only with your explicit consent, which you can retract at any time. I wanted to do something special for your release from the cage.”
“By having…who touch me?”
“Tonight is Play Night here.” Fin swallowed hard, meeting his gaze.
They’d never invited someone else to Play Night.
Never thought they’d want to. But this draw to Ollie was undeniable, and for the first time in their life, they wanted to bring him.
Even if the others in their crew knew what that meant.
“So it would be limited to the people who work at Whipped and their partners at most.”
“As long as I get an introduction first.” He smirked. “I might not require a date before a fuck, but I have some standards.”
A sharp laugh exploded from them. They remembered how they’d met.
“Sounds about the same standards as mine.” They caressed his balls again, loving how reactive he was.
“But I’ll be fucking you tonight in front of everyone.
Breeding my pretty little slut while you’re blindfolded and bound and sensitive.
And then you’ll finally be able to come. ”
“I’d do a hell of a lot to be able to come at this point.” His voice was wrecked with the same lust that glowed in his eyes.
“Nothing beyond your limits, though,” Fin said sternly, gripping him by the balls. “I expect a yellow or red if anything starts to feel uncomfortable or pushes you past your limits.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Those words heated them right up. He might have meant them seriously, might have meant them teasingly, but they had an electric effect on them .
“Call me that anytime you like, babe.” Fin clutched him by the balls as they leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips.
His whole body shuddered at the contact, and they licked into his mouth, needing to taste him.
Ollie melted into the kiss. Fuck, this massive man surrendering to them so easily was heady, but what was headier was knowing Ollie’s guardedness.
How he didn’t give like this to just anyone.
They’d won him over fair and square, and they didn’t want to let go.
Sure as fuck wasn’t for their charming personality. Yet their ragged edges lined up with his regardless.
Fin savored the kiss, loving the heat emanating from him, the softness of his balls in their hand, the tingle that traveled through them with each collision of their mouths.
God, this was an addiction they didn’t want to quit.
And for now, they didn’t have to. They couldn’t make promises of forever, not when they were a splintered beam ready to snap, but here and now, they could stay present in every second they had.
They pulled back, and their ragged breaths puffed against his lips. His eyes were feverish with need, the desperation the sort that sent a thrill through them. This was what they loved the most about chastity, how consuming it could become.
“Okay, stud.” They let go of his balls. “Let’s get this shoot rocked out, and then you can claim your reward.”
“Just one question.” He tugged his boxer briefs back up, even though he’d be shucking the pants the rest of the way for the shoot. “After Play Night, what do you want to try next?”
Fin’s mouth dried. The possibilities roared in their mind. Every time they got their hands on Ollie, ideas sparked through them, and they’d never been so inspired. And by some miracle, so far, their kinks aligned, which got them even hotter. One thing blared in their mind .
“What I want after this is for you to write me a list. Everything you’re curious about or you have fantasies about. And then you’re going to read it back to me. Maybe I’ll even have you sit on my thigh while we go through it.”
Ollie’s cheeks flushed again, and he squeezed his nape. “Damn.”
“Yeah, damn,” they teased, a spark glowing inside them. “It’s going to be so fun.”
And truth be told, that was the most dangerous thing about Oliver Hale.
They’d been chasing excitement their whole life, but nothing had flared as bright as him.