Chapter Seven
Simon
Two years earlier at The Sanctum in Denver, Colorado...
I sat at the bar watching the festivities. I didn’t participate, not unless Tony was here with me. But I still came to see my friends. And I made sure Tony knew.
He didn’t get to dictate my life, not if he wasn’t willing to be in it.
“You alone tonight?” Gary asked as he handed me a drink.
Gary Fenmore had worked behind the bar at the club for the past ten years.
We knew each other well. Intimately well.
The only rule for employees having sex with club goers was that they couldn’t do it while they were working.
And since working here gave them a free pass to visit the club when they weren’t, I’d spent time with a number of the employees here, as well as various guests.
The Sanctum was the type of club you had to be a member of, and there were certain perks to joining. One of them being the rooms on the second and third floors. They were an additional fee.
If you wanted privacy, you had to pay for it.
Privacy wasn’t something I needed, so I’d never paid for a room. But I’d been in them, with employees, with other members.
With Tony.
When we first started meeting at the club, Tony had been more than willing to share. We both invited other men into our playtime for a few weeks, but then something changed. Tony became possessive... territorial. I was allowed to watch, but not touch, and I definitely wasn’t allowed to be touched.
Not by anyone other than him.
And like a fool who thought something was building between us, I’d let it happen.
In the beginning, I was okay with him keeping us a secret. His club didn’t know about his personal life, and he wanted to keep it that way. I agreed to give him time to work through his hang-ups, all the while believing he would eventually come out.
For me.
I should have known better. Sexuality was a deeply personal journey.
It wasn’t something you flippantly gave in to for someone else.
If you weren’t comfortable in your body, with your desires, you’d never find true happiness.
And if you couldn’t find true happiness with yourself, you’d never find it with someone else.
I knew this going in. I knew this the day I met him at the diner when I learned who he was and where he lived. I knew it when he pretended not to know who I was despite the fact we had been fucking for weeks.
I ignored the red flags, and I fell in love anyway.
Now I was screwed, and not the way I wanted to be, because I was sitting at the bar in the hottest sex club in Colorado, and all I could do was watch. Because the only man I wanted to be with wasn’t here.
“I am.” I smiled at Gary and took a sip of my drink.
Gary looked at his watch and then peered at the door. “I get off in an hour; maybe if you’re still here, we can go upstairs,” he offered as he leaned onto the bar in front of me.
“That is a very generous offer, Gary, but I have to decline.”
“What are you doing, Simon? Why are you with a guy who will never actually be with you?”
I looked down at my drink. Gary was right. I didn’t know if Tony would ever accept who he was, but I’d waited my whole life to meet someone like him. And I was willing to put aside my own wants to have him.
Was our relationship toxic? Probably, but Tony was loving and kind, and when he held me in his arms, when he kissed me, everything felt right. Like my very existence had fallen into place.
Call me selfish, call me stupid and na?ve, but I wanted him in my life, and I was willing to take him anyway I could have him.
I shrugged at Gary, not having an answer. He shook his head and moved down the bar to serve someone else. I spun on my stool and looked out over the room.
Why was I here? What was I trying to prove?
Coming here without Tony made me miserable.
It didn’t have the effect on him I’d wanted it to.
I wanted him jealous. I wanted him angry.
I wanted him to lie in his bed and imagine me with other men in hopes it would get him to pull his head out of his ass and want me the way I wanted him.
“Hello,” a voice at my back said.
I spun around and found a delicious-looking man staring back at me. Tony might have held my heart and my future in his hands, but I could still appreciate a fine-looking specimen.
“Don’t bother, Rufus,” Gary called from a few customers away. “You’re wasting your time with that one.”
“Fuck off, Gary,” I muttered.
“Am I off base? Are you not interested in men?” the stranger asked.
“Oh no, I am definitely interested in men. But only one.”
The man nodded and looked behind me. “He here with you?”
I smiled sadly and shook my head. “Not tonight.”
“You fighting? ’Cause I can help you teach him a lesson,” he hummed as he laid a hand on my knee.
“Remove that fucking hand or I’ll be teaching you a fucking lesson,” Tony growled out behind me. My body tensed, and the man squeezed my leg before he let go. It wasn’t quick enough for Tony because he grabbed the man’s wrist and used his thumb to bend his hand back toward him.
Rufus cried out, and Gary rushed over. “Tony, don’t make me call security.”
Tony let him go and snarled, “Fuck off.”
Rufus narrowed his eyes at Tony and whispered, “Big fucking mistake,” before he finally moved away.
I sat on the stool, unsure what to do or say.
My brain told me I should be angry with Tony for acting like a jealous barbarian.
But my cock was currently celebrating the possessive asshole who didn’t want to share his favorite toy.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tony ground out in my ear.
“Having a drink,” I snarked in return.
He caged me in with a hand grasping the bar on either side of me and whispered, “What did I fucking tell you about coming here without me?”
That was all it took for my brain to win out. My cock deflated, and I spun around to face him. I expected him to step back, but he held my gaze, his eyes unrepentant and angry.
“You don’t own me, Tony. I’m not your property,” I snarled.
His nostrils flared in anger. I’d emphasized the word property on purpose, and he knew exactly what I was saying. Did I want to wear a cut declaring to the world that this man owned me? You bet your ass I did. Did I ever think I would?
Not a chance.
We’d been playing this game for years. I placed a hand on Tony’s chest to push him back so I could leave, but he didn’t move. Instead, he moved in closer, his lips on my neck, and said, “I fucking own you, Simon. You don’t need a piece of leather to know that.”
My body trembled at his coarse words. He was right. I didn’t need the leather vest to know this man owned me, body and soul, whether I wanted him to or not.
“You’re right, Tony. I know you own me. But I want the world to know it to.”
His breathing sped up, and I expected the same argument we always had. That the world didn’t have a place in our relationship. That what the world thought about us didn’t have any bearing on how he felt about me.
It was all hypocritical bullshit. Every excuse he had for keeping us a secret was just that. An excuse to justify how deep in the closet he was, and how deep he planned to stay.
“You want them to know who fucking owns you? Then let’s fucking show them.”
He grabbed my hand and dragged me from my stool to the middle of the room, where he pushed me down on my knees and unbuckled his belt. He released his dick in front of me and ordered, “Suck it.”
I stared up at him for a heartbeat before giving in. I opened my mouth and engulfed him. We hadn’t been here together in weeks. He’d been working on a case that was kicking his ass. And because he wasn’t here with me, I was horny as hell. Because I still came out here and watched.
I watched all the things I was missing out on by letting this man control me.
So, I took him in my mouth and groaned at what I’d been missing. I pulled his suit pants down further, uncovering his balls, and grasped them in my hand, rolling them between my fingers.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Simon.”
Tony’s fingers ran through my hair as I bobbed my head. I tugged on his testicles, and the sound that rumbled out of his chest almost had me losing my load without ever being touched.
Tony held my head as he fucked my throat, demanding my compliance.
“You want me to claim you, Simon? You want people to know you fucking belong to me.? The only people who need to know I own you are the ones who think they can fucking touch you.”
My eyes closed at his possessive words. I loved it when he dominated me, when he forced me to submit to his demands.
“Get the fuck up,” he ordered as he pulled his cock away from me.
I scrambled to my feet without a word, waiting for his next command. He wrapped his hand around his length and stared at me. The fire I saw in his eyes gave me a moment of fear—not that he would hurt me, but that he would walk away. That he would get tired of the fight the way I was.
Only, I couldn’t walk away. Because he did own me. He always would.
“Turn around,” he growled.
I swallowed my defiance. Now wasn’t the time to be a brat. The look on his face told me how angry he was, and I accepted my part in it. Because I couldn’t walk away any more than he could.
Giving him my back, I turned and unbuckled my belt, followed by the button on my slacks.
I knew what he wanted, and I was a willing participant in my own punishment.
Removing my belt from the loops, I placed it on the table in front of me.
Then, I released my zipper, letting my pants and underwear fall to the floor.
I grabbed the belt and held it behind me. When Tony took it from my hand, I leaned forward, bracing myself on the table. My head hung between my shoulders as I waited expectantly.
My body tensed when I felt the smooth leather he had folded in half slide across the back of my legs. Tony kicked my feet further apart and reached between them. He stroked my dick a few times and commanded, “You do not come until I tell you.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, knowing I would fail. Ensuring further punishment.
His hand smoothed over my ass as a crowd gathered around us. Men stood in my line of sight, their dicks in their hands as they smiled in anticipation of my humiliation.
When the belt struck my ass, my body lurched forward, but I didn’t cry out. Not here. Never here. This was a show. This wasn’t for me, or even for Tony. This was for everyone else and I would suffer in silence while he made his statement clear.
I kept my whimpers quiet as much as I could while Tony laid the leather strap of my belt across my ass. The crowd counted out loud ten times as they caressed their dicks in time with the impacts until Tony stopped and placed the belt back on the table.
I heard the thump of him falling to his knees behind me, the feel of his hands as he spread my ass cheeks and the heat of his breath as he leaned in and licked my ass.
My elbows buckled at the intrusion and my forearms hit the table. This was when I let go with a moan. This was my part. To accept my punishment, and reward Tony for his discipline. To let the crowd see how well he took care of me.
It wasn’t a hardship, this part of the act. To revel in the feel of his tongue in my ass as he prepared to dominate me again and fuck me in front of everyone. No, this was also my reward.
“Tony, please,” I begged into my elbow, just loud enough for him to hear, as my head rested on the table.
Satisfied I was ready, Tony stood. He leaned over my back and rubbed his hard cock against my ass, whispering, “You. Are. Mine.” Then he slammed his dick inside me.
The crowd roared as my cries echoed around the circle that had formed. I grabbed at my hair as Tony pummeled me, knowing I couldn’t reach down and stroke myself. I was desperate to be touched. Desperate for his hands to be anywhere other than my hips as he held me in place.
I was jealous of the men who surrounded us as they pleasured themselves at my expense. When the first plop of cum hit the table beside my head, Tony grabbed my throat and pulled me up against him.
His snarl at the man who’d had the audacity to try to mark his property had them all taking a step back. Distancing themselves from me. And that was when I lost. The sound of his ownership, of his claim over me, ran through me like a freight train.
My dick erupted, my own release splashing against the table, and Tony whispered in my ear, “You’ll answer for that upstairs, Simon,” before he thrust three more times, emptying himself inside me with a loud groan.
I smiled as I laid my head back against his shoulder.
“I love you, Tony.”