Chapter 42 Benny
forty-two
Benny
ANY WAY THAT MATTERS.
Business was bad.
The gym had never been so quiet, even when we’d first opened. Almost all our regular clients had either canceled their memberships or just stopped showing up. There were early cancellation fees in place in membership contracts, and they’d been paid out without complaints.
I hadn’t tried to replace Georgio. With the lack of training sessions being booked, I could easily handle the very few we still had. I was still hurt by the way he’d left, though. Just a text message with no notice, and he hadn’t replied to any of mine since.
The gym had been open for an hour now, and Riley wasn’t here yet. Riley was never late. I’d tried calling him. No response. My stomach twisted in unease.
I had complained about not having enough to do, but I wasn’t capable of running this place on my own either.
I paced the empty reception area, considering my options. My mouth tasted metallic, my fingers brushing over my bottom lip as it stung. They came away slightly bloodied. I sighed.
I didn’t know what to do, and there was really only one person I knew who could help me when I felt so much noise and anxiety inside me.
I hadn’t wanted to bother him with this.
I wanted him to spend time at home doing nothing but discovering himself and not worrying any more than he had to. But we were partners, and I needed him.
“Hey, pup.” Harper’s beautiful voice answered after only a couple of rings.
“Ri isn’t here. I tried contactin’ him. He’s not answerin’. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if he’s okay, he’s never ever late, and I can’t run this place on my own and I don’t even really know how to use our computer system. Ri always did that. And—”
“Shhh. Hey, breathe. Okay? I’m on my way.”
I heard him shuffle around and murmur to Matthew that he needed a lift here, and then he was with me again, getting me to breathe along with him as he breathed.
Just hearing his voice settled some of the anxiety inside me.
Then he was here, and I sank to my knees right there in the lobby, pressing my forehead against his thigh as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I’m here, pup. I have you.”
Inhale.
He had me. Nothing else mattered. I breathed in what felt like my first real breath since I’d walked through the gym doors.
He didn’t rush me, didn’t pull away. He just let me be here, soaking him in until I was calm again.
“Alright,” he said as I stood. “I’m going to figure out your computer system. What do you need to be doing?”
“I can try to show you what I know.”
“I’ll be alright. I can figure it out, and you just focus on what you need to do. Okay?”
Exhale.
“Okay.”
The rest of the day passed quickly, and though it was quiet and Riley still hadn’t shown up, I wasn’t worried anymore.
Harper seemed confident in handling reception work for a while. He said he’d take a look at the books for the gym too, and handle all the admin stuff until we figured something else out.
I didn’t want to be the one to put him back in an office, but just having him here with me made everything seem so much more manageable.
Just for now.
“I want to take you somewhere,” Harper said as I locked up.
I nodded.
“Keys?”
I handed them to him, and we made our way to my car in the lot.
Harper slid into the driver’s seat next to me, starting the engine. The car rolled forward, then slammed to a sudden stop as a blur of color dashed in front of us.
I barely registered Riley before he was dashing around to the side of the car and climbing into the back seat.
“Go,” he snapped.
Harper and I shared a look before he was driving forward again, taking us off gym property.
I turned to look at Riley, who was lying down in the back seat so he wouldn’t be seen from outside.
“Is… someone chasin’ you?” I asked.
“Not chasing. Watching,” he answered. “He told me not to talk to you.”
I swallowed. “Who?” I asked, but I already knew.
“That weird little man who came to see you a while ago.”
“Leon,” I whispered.
“Yeah, that bitch.”
Harper tensed beside me, and my hand smoothed over his knee, but he remained silent.
Once we were further from the gym, Riley slowly sat up, bright green eyes scanning the windows.
“I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t… couldn’t just leave and not talk to you like he told me to.
I didn’t want to leave at all, Benny. I really didn’t.
I love the gym and I love working with you…
but he offered me so much money, and my abuela is sick.
She can’t work and it’s just her and me and I need the money. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, Ri. Just breathe.”
He took in a deep breath.
“What exactly did he say?”
“He came to our apartment yesterday. He said if I don’t come to work anymore, and if I don’t ever contact you again, he’d give me the money. He said he has eyes everywhere, and he’d know if I did.”
It wasn’t going to end. Not ever. We’d suspected it was Leon behind the clients dropping off and Georgio quitting. Now we knew for sure. What would he take next?
“It’s… it’s okay, Ri. Take the money. Take care of your abuela.”
“I’m so sorry.” His eyes glassed over.
“It’s really fine. We’ll be okay.”
He nodded. “I really did love working for you.”
“You were great at it, and I know you’ll be great wherever you work next.”
Harper pulled the car into a quiet street, and with a wet sniff, Riley climbed out and waved goodbye.
I appreciated him risking everything to explain to me why he hadn’t shown up to work, but I hoped doing so wouldn’t get him in any trouble. Riley was a good person, and so was Georgio. I couldn’t expect them to turn down a life-changing amount of money out of loyalty.
Harper was still silent as he drove us to our next location, and I knew right away where we were.
Nightshade Cellars.
The strange man in the wine store paid us no attention as we went down to the basement and Harper put in the code for the door.
Down the stairs. Past the usual doorman, who took our electronics but allowed Harper to keep the bag he’d brought with him from the car, after he’d looked through it.
And then we were in the room we’d met in. Right back at the beginning.
“Strip,” he told me.
I stripped.
“Kneel.”
I knelt.
He opened the bag, pulling out my collar, and I could have cried at the relief I felt just seeing it. He secured it around my neck like an embrace, the weight of it grounding me.
Then he picked up the blindfold on the bed and secured that on me as well, blocking out my sight, and immediately an added sense of calmness washed over me.
I didn’t have to see. He would see for me.
I didn’t have to think. He would think for me.
I was his completely. Body and mind. I trusted him with it all.
“Hands and knees.”
I shuffled forward until my fingers threaded through soft strands of plush carpet.
A cap flicked, and a moment later I shivered as slick fingertips were tracing down my crease to circle my hole.
Harper took his time stretching me, and every moment spent with his fingers inside me was added distance from all we were worried about back on the surface. It couldn’t reach us here.
When I was ready, he was pressing a thick plug into me. The same one, I suspected, that I’d gotten used to when we first started meeting up here.
It thrummed to life inside me, lighting up my insides and making me whimper.
“Such a good boy for me.” His fingers threaded through my hair. “My good puppy.”
My lip quivered. I nodded.
His hand left me. Then a soft weight landed in my lap. A pillow.
“You’re going to hump this, but you’re not going to let yourself come. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good boy. Go.”
I panted at the friction of the fabric on my hard cock as I rubbed myself against it. My fingers dug into my knees, knowing without being told that I wasn’t supposed to touch myself or the pillow.
I heard the cap of the lube again, but whatever my Master was planning was for him to know, and for me to find out when he decided it was time for me to know.
I continued, easing up when the need inside me felt urgent, because he’d told me I wasn’t allowed to come yet, and I would never disobey him.
I brought myself to the edge again, eased back until the urgency passed, and then repeated. The pillow was damp from my cock leaking. It demanded more, and every time I forced myself to stop it was more difficult.
“P-please,” I moaned, feeling myself get close to the edge again.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
“No.”
I whined, forcing my hips to still before I spilled.
“Good boy.” His fingers in my hair.
Relief.
“Hands behind your back. Hold your elbows.”
I obeyed.
“Do you remember when I had you like this, and you fucked the fleshlight like a good boy as you practiced fucking your Master?”
I bit my lip as I nodded.
“Well, I think it’s time to see what you learned.”
My cock throbbed in excitement, and I nodded eagerly.
“Hips forward, slowly.”
I listened, slowly tilting my hips forward until something soft and warm touched the tip of my cock.
His fingers helped to guide me slightly, then I felt the familiar sensation of his slick, stretched hole.
“Slowly,” he warned.
I swallowed, pushing forward inch by gradual inch, fighting every instinct to slam deep and hard as he took my length.
Then finally, I was completely inside. He groaned.
“Hold still,” he breathed.
I obeyed.
“When I say go, you’re going to fuck me like you practiced. You’re going to show me how much you want me and give me everything you have. Understand?”
I nodded rapidly.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Sir.” I answered quickly.
“Good boy.”
Relief.
His body fluttered around me, preparing for more, and I bit my lip harder. Not yet. He had to tell me when.
He was so hot and tight. So perfect. I nearly quivered with anticipation.
“Go.”
At his word, I unleashed, holding my elbows hard enough to leave bruises as my hips pumped, pulling almost completely out of him before slamming back in where I belonged.
It was hard and fast. All-consuming. Nothing mattered but fucking him. It was my only purpose. The only thing that mattered.
He pushed back against me, matching my rhythm.
“Don’t—ah—don’t come until I tell you.”
I moaned, instincts fighting obedience. I almost lost to them, but managed to stop myself just in time, stilling my hips before I couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Breathe.”
I sucked in air.
“Wait.”
I waited.
His body continued to twitch and clench around me, calling to the raw primal parts of me to take what we both needed.
I whined louder, so he’d know how much I needed him. He chuckled in response.
“Shhh, I know, pup. I know. You can do it.”
The urgency eased, the blazing fire reducing to a simmer.
“Okay. Go.”
I fucked him again, as hard as I could. He made such beautiful noises, amplified by my restricted senses.
Again he let me get right to the edge, and again he stopped me, making me wait before he could repeat the whole process. Each time I traced that edge it felt sharper. Dangerous. Like the edge of a knife.
“Stop. I said stop.” He raised his voice when it took me a moment longer this time to obey.
My body was overheating, dripping in sweat, burning from the inside out.
I was melting. I was sure of it. Or at least my brain was. A foggy heated mess inside my skull, unable to hold onto a single thought. But that was fine. I didn’t need to think. I just needed to listen.
“You want to come, pretty boy?”
I whimpered and nodded.
“You want to breed your Master?”
My dick twitched and throbbed, nodding with me.
“Mmmn,” Harper rolled his hips, letting himself feel me at his own pace. Torture.
I made a strangled, keening sound in desperation. He laughed.
“Okay, breed me.”
I did just that, driving into him like my life depended on it, like I was trying to fuse us together with how hard I fucked him.
Then bliss, strong enough to have made my vision black out if it hadn’t already been taken from me, as my cock delivered everything it had been promising him and more.
He groaned, his insides clenching tight as he came as well.
“Lie down on your back,” he panted.
I was reluctant to leave the warmth of his body, but I forced myself to obey.
The new position made me wince as it added pressure to the plug still buzzing in my oversensitive body.
“Time to clean your Master,” he said, and I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as I waited for what I knew was coming.
I licked and sucked as he sat on my face, not caring about oxygen. I’d die happily, suffocated by his ass if he’d let me.
Then he was pulling away, and I whimpered again. The plug inside me stilled.
“Sit up, baby, I’m going to give you some water.”
I did, and his fingers gently scratched at my scalp as he poured cool water into my mouth.
“You want to take the blindfold off now?”
I thought about it, then shook my head.
“Okay, baby.” He placed a soft kiss to my forehead. “We’re going to rest a little while, and then we’re going to go up on the bed, and you’re going to be a very good boy and stay very still for me as I use your cock again. You’re just going to lie there and let me take care of it. Okay?”
I nodded. That sounded so nice.
We did exactly as he said, moving to the bed once we’d recovered, then I lay still as he straddled me and rode my cock exactly the way he wanted it.
After we’d both come again, we cuddled until the sweat on our skin cooled, and he placed soft kisses over my chest, shoulders, and face.
Everything was fine. No matter what happened, as long as I had him, it was all fine. Nothing else mattered. Leon wasn’t going to get to us in any way that mattered.
Then he removed my blindfold, but not the collar as I wanted to keep that on, and we got dressed ready to leave and go home.
I felt so much better than when we’d arrived. My mind was quiet, and my heart was full.
We collected our things and made our way back to the surface.
My phone buzzed the moment it got a signal, and suddenly multiple missed call notifications were popping through—from unknown numbers, from Rachel, and from Matthew.
Harper frowned at his phone as it received the same.
We shared an uneasy look. I clicked Rachel’s name to call her back.
“Fuckin’ finally!” She sniffed, and it sounded like she was crying. “Do you fuckin’ know how fuckin’ worried I was that somethin’ had happened to you?”
“What are you talkin’ about? Why would somethin’ have happened to me?”
“You need to come to the hospital.”
My chest tightened, and my lungs refused to take in air as she continued. “It’s Ma. There’s been an accident.”