Chapter 12 Benny
twelve
Benny
CHAINS AND TRUST.
It was always the same guy who greeted me and took my electronics as I entered the club. Then a Shadow would pat me down while another checked for any further devices, and then they would send me on my way.
Except this time when they were done, I lingered, my palms sweaty and my tongue too big for my mouth. Just ask them. Nerves rose like bees in my stomach, a swarm that grew every time I tried to open my mouth.
“Is everything alright, sir?” asked the large doorman.
“Yes.” I answered quickly, remaining stuck in place.
“Can we… assist with anything?”
“Yes.”
His grin widened. “We would be more than happy to assist with anything you may need if it’s within our power to do so.”
I nodded, chewing on my lip. He stared expectantly. Just say it. The more the silence extended between us, the harder it was to speak.
“I can assure you we cater to a wide variety of needs here. There is nothing to be concerned about. Think of us as just moving parts of the club, here to assist you.”
My mouth tasted metallic. Just say it. Do it. Maybe it will give you more of him.
“I need… assistance. With… re-restraints.”
The man nodded, his smile never fading. “Most certainly, sir. Will you be requiring assistance in our open rooms, or in the private suites?”
“Private.”
He snapped his fingers, and one of the three Shadows stepped forward from their place lined up against the wall. I recognized her even through the veil as the one who had taken me to meet The Master.
She nodded her head softly at me and started walking toward the private rooms. I followed, that swarm of bees inside me still active, but less threatening for the moment.
“Do you have a room booked already?”
“My uh… partner… booked it.”
“Will the restraints be for yourself?”
“Yes. I’m umm…. hopin’ to surprise him.”
“Have you and your partner worked with restraints before?”
“I haven’t… I’m not sure if he has.”
She nodded. “I’ll take you through some safety procedures. Your well-being, and your partner’s, is our top priority.”
We reached the room, and it still felt like my insides were shifting around. I’d showered when I prepped myself before leaving home, but already the fabric of my T-shirt was damp with sweat.
“Please go ahead and prepare whatever you need to. I’ll wait here and when you’re ready, just call for me and I’ll come in and assist you.”
I exhaled. “Okay.”
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“There is nothing we haven’t already seen here.”
I smiled. Because yeah, in a place like this, helping me with some bondage was probably just an average day.
There was a plug on the bed beside the blindfold when I walked in. This one was bigger than the usual ones he left for me. Of course.
It took longer to prepare myself for it, and I was conscious of every minute, every second, knowing that the Shadow was waiting just outside the door for me to call her.
It also meant I had to bite my lip extra hard to stop myself from making any sounds.
I knew she’d probably heard worse, but she was about to see enough of me. I didn’t need to add this to it.
Once the plug popped in, I took a moment to breathe, trying to will my dick to calm down. It didn’t listen to me, and I groaned internally. It’s fine. She probably sees so many naked bodies all the time it’s clinical at this point. Just a job.
“I’m ready,” I called out, not nearly as loud as I’d intended to.
She still heard me, opening the door to step into the room and close it behind her. “What restraints did you have in mind?”
I swallowed heavily. “I need… to not be able to move or touch him. Something where he can… access everythin’.”
She nodded slowly. “This will give your partner a lot of control and power while you’re in a very vulnerable state. We, of course, have screened all our clients extensively before offering membership; however, you need to be sure you have complete trust in him for this.”
I nodded. “I do.”
“Alright then.”
She ran me through a few of the options I could go with, and I decided on what seemed like the best one to give H access to all of me.
Padded leather cuffs were fitted around my wrists, secured to each other with a short chain that had a small remote hanging from the center.
“This is in case of emergency. Just push this button if you require assistance, and we’ll be with you right away. It’ll be within reach once I secure the suspension chain.”
I nodded. I’d been honest when I said I trusted H, but I made a mental note of it anyway.
Matching black leather cuffs were fitted around my ankles, snug but not tight enough to cut off circulation, a spreader bar between them forcing my legs into a wide stance. I tried my best to ignore how naked I was in front of her, and she acted as if I wasn’t.
“Feeling comfortable?” she asked, and I nodded even though comfortable wasn’t exactly the word I’d have used. “Happy for me to raise the chain up now?” I nodded again.
She hooked me up to the ceiling chain, and adjusted the length so that my arms were comfortably raised above my head.
“Check that you can grab the call button,” she instructed, and I did as asked, my fingers catching it and bringing it into my hand. “Good. Is there anything else I can assist you with this evening?”
“Um… yeah, the… blindfold on the bed.”
“Of course.”
She secured it in place, blocking out my sight, and my heart picked up speed. The blindfold was familiar. The blindfold meant he would be with me.
“If you need anything?”
“I’ll press the button.”
“Have a pleasant evening, sir.”
The door clicked softly, and then I was alone, chained and exposed with a plug in my ass. Fuck, this better not have been a mistake. It’d be pretty fucking embarrassing if H decided he wanted nothing to do with this and I had to call someone in to get me down.
Maybe I’d arrived too early, or maybe time just seemed to pass slower with so much anticipation. Either way, I was pretty sure I’d been here far longer than I’d waited for him previously.
I wasn’t uncomfortable physically, but I was hyperaware of being so exposed. I had the call button if I needed it. It was the only thing that kept me from being completely powerless.
I’d chosen to surrender my power. To give it all to him. H could do anything he wanted to me, my body entirely in his hands. If he chose to touch me. Maybe he’d still just use toys.
I think that would hurt.
All too late, I realized I wouldn’t be able to do this if H rejected me when I offered him everything.
Breathe.
I inhaled slowly.
Trust him.
I exhaled.
He won’t hurt you.
It was minutes later when I heard the door click. Then a sharp inhale. My pulse raced.
“Wh—” He cleared his throat. “What is this, pup?”
Inhale. Exhale.
“I…” Tell him. “I thought, maybe if… if I weren’t able to touch you… maybe you’d want to um…” I pulled my lip between my teeth as I trailed off. I should have written this down. He always did the talking for us. I liked that. Liked not having to think about it.
“That I’d want to touch you?” he supplied.
I nodded.
Silence for a moment, and then his voice was closer. “You did this, so I’d feel comfortable touching you?”
I nodded.
Silence.
It was so faint. His fingertips over my chest. Only two. Starting at my sternum and whispering down ever so slowly. Like water droplets on a cold glass, leaving an invisible trail as they went. I shivered at the feel of them.
They reached my lower abdomen and changed course. Two became three. Tracing over my hip, my side, my back. He was circling me, the faint touch a way for me to track him until he paused behind me.
“You really trust me this much?” he asked, and I’d never heard his voice sound so soft.
“Yes,” I whispered in response.
Three became four. Then his palm flattened over my hip and I shuddered. He circled. His hand never leaving me. It trailed higher over my spine, stopping over my right shoulder. “Is it okay to be positioned like this?”
My surgery had been arthroscopic, the scars present but minimal. I wasn’t sure if he’d noticed them, or if he knew about my injury from the media. Either way, that he’d asked had a warmth spreading through my chest. I nodded.
“Use your colors if you need them.”
His hand pulled away. I tried to find him. Tried to hear him. Tried to anticipate his next move and failed.
His thumb rested on my chin, pulling down until my lip came free of my teeth. “You bite this too much.” He ran a fingertip over the abused skin. “If you keep it up, I’ll have to give you a chew toy.”
Breathe.
The touch lowered, combing through my beard. Slow. Gentle. Fingertips on my throat. Tracking my Adam’s apple as I swallowed. Lower.
Breathe.
They swiped along the base of my neck as if tracing something invisible.
Breathe.
My collarbones. The outline of my tattoo. Soft swirls through chest hair. It all left me trembling. How could a touch so light affect me so strongly?
Breathe.
I gasped as a single finger circled my nipple. Then the other.
His touch was the only thing I could feel, the only thing I was capable of thinking about. Everything else melted away.
There wasn’t any noise in my head. No doubts. No worries. Only his touch. Only him.
Finally.
It felt like I’d been waiting longer than five weeks for this. Like maybe I’d been longing for him before I even knew he existed, some restless part of me only able to settle in his presence.
“You’re so good, pup.” His voice was low. “So beautiful.” My cock twitched at the praise. I groaned.
He circled again, stopping behind me.
Fingers tapped against the plug.
“You’re so full, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “You are.”
More pressure, firmer. His palm maybe. The chains connected to my ankles clinked together as my legs jerked. I moaned.
“What should I do with you?”
Silence. I realized he wanted an answer, but my mind was already powering down and talking would take far more effort than usual. Because he was here. He had me. He’d take care of everything.
I nodded.
“Yes?”
Nod.