3. Creed Thornton
Chapter 3
Creed Thornton
S tanding to the side, with my brows creased and my mouth in a straight line, I ran my eyes down the silhouette laid in front of me, face up on the bench. Her arms were spread and attached at the wrists by a red rope to the spreader above her head. Her feet were tied to the lower spreader at her ankles. A red and black silk scarf was tied around her eyes.
“Color?” I called out, circling the bench while running my hand up and down her inner thigh.
“Green,” she breathed out in an airy tone.
My heart thundered in my chest as adrenaline rushed through my veins. My dick bricked behind my briefs as I watched her breathing pick up when my hand moved upward. She didn’t speak a word but changes in her breathing and the rise and fall of her chest told me all I needed to know.
I smirked when her leg jerked the moment my fingers met her pussy. I brushed over her soaked lower lips. Spreading her lips, I thumbed her clit. Her hands balled into fists. Seeing her body’s reaction caused the rush I often chased whenever I came to the club.
Club Scorpion was a BDSM club in New Haven. I attended a couple times a month when I needed a break from reality. It was membership-only and to be a member one needed to be brought in by a current member. The fees were high, but Scorpion offered privacy to explore kinks and fantasies however anyone may want to.
Tonight I wasn’t sure if I wanted to just play or take it further. Both of us wore red wristbands, which meant we were fully down to participate in activities tonight. Whenever I decided to play, I always reserved a playroom, not really a fan of playing in front of others. I didn’t consider myself a Dom, but I had played with the sub in front of me a few times. I didn’t know her name, never bothered to get it, but she was a fan of impact play. I enjoyed more of the bondage and sensual impact, but every once in a while, impact intrigued me. Sometimes, when I came here, I played with workers and didn’t penetrate since that wasn’t allowed with them.
She thrusted her hips up, attempting to get more, causing me to snatch my hand away. My mouth turned upside down and I slapped the top of her pussy, making her whimper.
“You’re being greedy.”
She inhaled sharply. “Sorry, Sir.”
Soothing the same area, I brushed my hand over the top of her mound and found her clit again, circling it while my middle and ring fingers thrust inside of her. Her body trembled under me and her pussy got wetter, but I wasn’t gonna let her cum yet. My thumb left her clit, but my fingers continued to skillfully move in and out of her.
I continued fucking her with my fingers, pausing every so often when I felt she was about to cum. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her caramel skin flushed red. She tugged against the rope. Moans fell from her lips between needy breaths.
“Do you wanna cum?” I asked, watching her face. Having her at my mercy made my endorphins run wild through me.
Her head bobbed. Using my other hand, I slapped her pussy again.
“Use your words.” I popped her on the pussy again.
“Yes, Sir,” she cried as her body bucked upward.
My dick ached and my balls were heavy. Removing my hand from between her legs, I reached up and wiped her juices over her hardened nipples.
Walking over to the bowl on the table near the wall, I grabbed one of the condoms and moved back to the bench. I stood there silently, pushing my boxers down. I could tell not knowing where I was and what I had planned was causing her to grow antsy. She shifted on the bench, attempting to gain some kind of relief.
Lifting the condom to my mouth, I ripped it open with my teeth.
After securing it on my dick, I moved to the bottom of the bench where her feet were and began to untie her. Her ass was close to the end of the bench, giving me perfect leverage. The bench was the perfect height for me. Pushing the spreaders down, I lifted her by the thighs and placed them in the crooks of my arms.
Lining my dick up with her entrance, I pushed inside of her. She gasped and yanked her arms. My hips swung as I moved in and out of her. Reaching around, I grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her pussy clung to my dick, juices drenching my trimmed pubic hair. The sounds of our skin slapping together boomed through the room along with her moans. I bit down on my back teeth and glanced down to where I was fucking her. Pushing her legs up further, I shifted my hips a bit and went deeper inside her.
She cried out.
“Permission to cum, Sir!” Her voice shook as she begged.
“No!” I growled, moving quicker.
She had nowhere to go and was forced to take everything I gave her.
I squeezed her nipple and twisted it. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
“Sir—”
“Cum!” I demanded, cutting her off.
As soon as the word came out of my mouth, her body trembled under me. It only took a couple more strokes before I was following suit, releasing into the condom.
Sweat dripped from my forehead as I panted with my head lowered.
After a couple seconds I pulled out of her and allowed her legs to drop as I watched her juices continue seeping out of her.
Removing the condom, I walked to the trashcan and tossed it before moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Going back to the bench, I set the water down and started untying her wrists. After removing the ropes I made sure to massage the area first to get the blood circulating again.
“How you feelin’?” I asked when I removed the scarf from her eyes.
“Good,” she breathed as her eyelids fluttered. The room was dimly-lit on purpose, to help set the scene.
Grabbing the water, I slowly helped her up and opened it before bringing it to her mouth where she eagerly drank from it.
I never was too intimate with the people I played with, but always wanted to make sure I took care of them. Aftercare was a must. Scorpion was a place I came to relax and escape from real life. The high I always got seeing the girl under me releasing her control was something that would always send an overwhelming rush through my body.
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“What happened with the Smith House shipment?” I asked Ken, my manager, as I followed him through the warehouse Steel Freight Shipping operated out of.
“When the drivers got to the drop-off point, no one was there to unload the truck. They waited and still no one came; so they were forced to leave. By the time they were on the way back here, the owner called citing a miscommunication with timing and wanted them to turn around, but I told them they would need to get back on the schedule and the cost would be more.”
I nodded and rubbed the bottom of my chin. After releasing tension at Scorpion last night, the last thing I wanted was being called down to my warehouse to deal with issues.
The Smith House was a furniture company we contracted with. Steel Freight Shipping was a global shipping company with trucks that traveled all around. We worked with a lot of major companies to ensure their products and goods got where they needed to be safely and efficiently. I hated when time and money were wasted.
Our latest transaction with them was transporting inventory to one of their stores. They had five different stores we delivered to.
I checked my iPad and noted which store had given us the issue.
“This isn’t the first time we’ve had transporting issues with this particular store, is it?” I questioned.
“No it isn’t, which I let the owner know.”
My jaw clenched as I scanned the work order.
“And with the D so it made me wonder what her motives were.
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I stepped onto the floor that the desk attendant told me my brother was currently being held on and headed in the direction that the arrows showed his room number. When I got to the room, I saw my parents and Nakyra standing outside the room.
Once close enough I cleared my throat and shoved my hands into my sweats pockets. My dad was the first to look up with a blank expression displayed on his face.
“What are you doing here?” His voice was just as rough and emotionless as it’d always been. His question prompted my mom to look up. Confusion passed through her face.
Nakyra stepped off the wall she was leaning on and spoke up. “I called him.”
“Why would you do that?” Mom questioned.
I snorted. “Glad to see you missed me, Mother.”
She cut her eyes into slits. “Don’t come here with the sarcasm, Creed. We have enough on our plates right now,” she scolded. “And why would you come in here with that mess in your mouth?”
I dragged my tongue over my bottom diamond grill then smirked. Typically I only brought them out for special occasions but I knew it would bother my parents so I compromised. She was lucky I’d only worn the bottom one and not both.
Nakyra went to lift her hands, but suddenly shoved them down and spoke. “His brother was hurt and now in a coma. I thought he should know.”
“Well I’m surprised you even showed up. I didn’t think you would care,” Dad mentioned.
One corner of my mouth lifted. I didn’t take his comment personally. Both of my parents never had a problem speaking their minds and I’d learned a long time ago to not let their words bother me.
The door they had been huddling around opened and a middle-aged man, along with a middle-aged woman, stepped out. My parents’ attention instantly left me and went to the man with worried expressions on their faces while the woman gave a polite smile and walked off.
Nakyra stepped toward me and spoke as I moved closer. “I didn’t think you would come here, but I’m sure Rome would be happy.”
It took me a few days to get things in order on my end before hopping on a plane and traveling to West Pier.
I almost argued but instead nodded and gave her a once over. Bags rested in the pockets of her almond shaped, medium brown eyes. Exhaustion rested on her round, milk chocolate face.
“What are y’all doing out here anyway?”
She winced and wiped her eyes before glancing over her shoulder to where my parents and the doctor were still talking. My mom had an intense expression on her face as she spoke. By the look on his face, I could tell the doctor wanted to be anywhere but in front of her.
“The doctor was examining your brother and your parents kept getting in his way and asking questions so they made us stay out here.”
Before I could ask another question, the doctor walked past us and my parents headed into the room.
“What did the doctor say?” she asked, facing my parents and.
“If you would have come and listened, you would know. He’s stable,” Mom stated and stalked into the room with Dad behind her.
“You sure you want to marry into this?” I joked with a soft laugh, but I was serious. My parents were a lot to deal with. I knew Nakyra wasn’t their first pick for my brother either.
Nakyra gave me a forced, weak smile. “Everyone’s stressed out right now. I’m trying not to take it personally.” She turned and headed into the hospital room with me trailing her.
Mom sat at Rome’s bedside, holding his hand, with my dad behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder.
“Did they say when he would wake up?” Nakyra asked, moving to the opposite side of the bed and grabbing Rome’s other hand.
“It’s all up to him.”
I glanced at my brother. He looked like he was asleep, but from what I was told on the phone, he had been placed in a medically-induced coma to help heal the swelling in his brain.
The tension in the room was thick and the air stale. The sound of the machines beeping was the only thing that could be heard.
“And do they know what caused the accident?” I wondered.
“Apparently your brother?—”
“No they don’t.” Dad cut Nakyra off before she could finish. He tossed her a stern look. Nakyra’s brows bunched in confusion and she pressed her lips together. “It’s still being investigated, but it’s being handled,” Dad said.
I bounced my eyes between the two, wondering what I was missing.
“Creed, how long do you plan on being in town?” Mom asked, changing the subject, something she often did when a topic needed to be avoided.
I pushed my hoodie sleeves up some and shrugged. “Haven’t thought that far out. I got a hotel room for a few weeks just in case. I got some business to look over too while I’m here.”
Although I was from West Pier, and this was where my business had started, there was no point of me having a house here. I left Steel Freight in capable hands and flew out here once a quarter to make sure things were running smoothly, unless I was needed sooner. While I visited here, I often got a hotel room.
“That’s good to hear. It’s the least you can do. Your brother needs all the support he can get right now.”
I ignored my mom and stepped closer to the bed. Rome’s face was swollen and bruised. A thick white bandage was wrapped around his head. His right leg was in a cast and propped up as well too.
“If he wakes up, will he be okay?” I wondered.
“ When he wakes up,” Mom corrected in a sharp tone. “And yes, the coma is the best option for him.”
“They don’t know if there’s damage to his spine yet. The accident was pretty bad and there’s some swelling around it as well,” Nakyra corrected.
“He’s going to be fine .”
Nakyra shook her head and faced Rome. She couldn’t hide the worry and sadness she was feeling. Her shoulders crowded forward as if she carried the weight of the world on them.
She’d called me four days ago, letting me know about the accident and my brother. Looking at her now, I wondered if she’d been up here the whole time.