Chapter 2 Sev
Sev
It shouldn’t make me this happy to shove this prick’s face up against the wall and rearrange his bone structure a little bit.
But it does.
I finally come alive, for the first time in months, as I drag his body down the staircase, his feet making a little thud each time we go down another step.
And every muscle in my legs fires.
Regaining strength.
Like a miracle of the fucking universe.
Having the use of my legs again is a better feeling than any drug I’ve ever done. It’s not just about the raw physical strength. It’s about the independence. I’m me again. Some people say their body is their temple, but I’ve always preferred thinking of it like an untamed animal I’m meant to train.
Strength means that I have options.
Like the option to save a clueless fucking Zenith newbie from being psychologically destroyed by a freak like this.
I keep my arms latched underneath the guy’s armpits, getting him to the bottom of the staircase and dropping him to the floor.
“You don’t get to claim defenseless new meat as your own,” I explain.
He tries to kick at me and I easily shove his leg away from my ribs.
“Zenith is a free-for-all. You have no claim on him.”
“I’m well aware of what Zenith is. And that’s why I’m going to do exactly what I want to do to you.”
I reach into his pocket as he struggles. My fingers locate the hard metal of the handcuffs and I yank them out, pushing one of his wrists onto the lowest banister of the staircase.
He lets out a low laugh. “Going to lock me up and fuck me?”
“Wouldn’t fuck you if you paid me.”
I close the cuff around his wrist and attach him to the staircase.
And then I leave him behind.
The key to the cuffs is still in my pocket as I head back up the staircase. The guy laughs behind me, and from my peripheral vision I see him fishing his cock out of his pants with his free hand.
Let the fucker jerk off and rot down there for the rest of the night. One problem solved.
I head to the bedroom at the end of the hall upstairs.
The new guy may not be there, but even if he already ran off in fear, I need a moment of peace upstairs again.
I push open the double doors to the bedroom. I’ve been attending Zenith nights for a while now, and this has always been my favorite room, whether I’m fighting or fucking or any combination of the two.
I don’t see the new guy inside.
Smart of you to flee, I suppose.
The ceilings are tall, and the canopy bed on the far end of the room looks like it was meant for royalty. Everything is decorated in dark shades of blue and bronze, like the room is meant to be a private retreat.
The balcony is what I like most. Paned double doors open wide onto the curved balcony that looks out over the side yard, with a lit up fountain past a neat row of shrubs and gardens below.
The smell of rain fills the air, coming inside, fresh and alive.
It’s far too pretty, honestly, for how fucked up this place is. Right now everything is sublimely peaceful in this room, like it should be in a painting instead of being surrounded by ruthless violence and people fulfilling their most private fantasies.
Gauzy curtains float in the moonlit clouds as a breeze comes in.
I pull a long, slow breath in through my nostrils.
It makes me sick thinking of how long I had to go without this.
Month after month in my room, waiting for my legs to heal, like I was a caged tiger who needed to hunt.
But I’m back. Snow has fully thawed into spring rain.
And now, I can move like I want to move.
Finally I have my life again.
I step out onto the balcony and even before I see movement, I know there’s someone there.
My first instinct is to brace for a fight.
That’s just how Zenith works. There’s no way to tell if anyone here is looking to get an edge on you at any moment, and there’s no shot I’m letting anyone get a jump on me.
But then I see a fuzzy fleece hood on the guy looking over the railing, and I drop my defenses.
He’s so new and scared he probably couldn’t figure out how to hurt me even if he had a loaded gun in his hands.
“What do you need?” I ask him.
My voice is low as it cuts through the trickling drip of water from the eaves and the rushing sound of the fountain downstairs.
The guy jumps slightly but he tries to hide his fear as he turns to look at me, standing in the doorframe of the balcony.
I raise my hands up to grip the top of the frame.
I know how I must look.
Like a predator ready to strike, with lats and biceps that could crush skulls. I was so focused on training what I could for the past few months, and I know it shows. It feels incredible to have my height again, too.
He holds my gaze, surprisingly.
“Don’t need anything from you.”
His eyes flick over toward the small spiral staircase at the edge of the balcony.
He’s looking for an escape route.
He really is afraid of me.
Poor guy. Are you actually a Crimson student, or just a friend of a friend? How the hell did you end up at a Zenith night?
I hum and head over to the balcony railing beside him, resting my arms on the ledge.
“Well, you needed me to save you, so that isn’t entirely true.”
He grips the railing, almost white-knuckling it. “I… don’t know what I need. Can I pour pure rubbing alcohol all over my body until every trace of that man is off of me? Or maybe just douse myself with lighter fluid and take a match to my skin?”
“Mm. He’s not my favorite, either. Tell me why you’re here. This place isn’t safe for people who can’t defend themselves.”
“Who says I can’t defend myself, asshole?”
I turn and lift my eyebrows even though I know he can’t see them through my mask. “Pretty sure you’re out of your depth.”
He swallows as he looks back out over the side yard.
A faint, repetitive smacking sound fills the air, most likely someone getting spanked or flogged somewhere else in the yard.
“I wanted…” the guy says, but trails off.
A yelp comes from far off, sounding somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Yes?”
He turns my way again. “I wanted to see what it was like to have another man suck me off. Okay? Is that detailed enough for you?”
I’m almost disappointed.
His request is pretty tame. Simple, by Zenith standards. I was almost hoping he’d say he wanted to learn to fight so that I could teach him some self-defense.
And put him in his place a little.
I nod at him. “I can find a man who would be frothing at the mouth for an opportunity to suck off a new guy. Let’s head into the backyard and I guarantee you’ll get what you need. I’ll watch while he does it, to make sure you don’t end up bleeding or in handcuffs again—”
“Not… not some random guy.”
I turn back to him. “You have preferences? Zenith’s not that big, my guy. If you only want to get sucked by a guy with specific attributes, I can’t necessarily guarantee that.”
He won’t speak for a moment.
I can see his eyes looking me over, glancing from my arms to my stomach and chest before he looks me in the eye again.
Blue eyes. Pretty ones.
“I want it to be you.”
Cute.
And very reckless.
He has no idea how dangerous it is to say that. No clue what I actually come to Zenith nights for, and how quickly I could turn this situation into a very bad one for him.
Lucky for him, I’m not going to do any of that.
I have other plans for tonight.
And they definitely don't involve sucking cock for a guy who acts like a little deer in the woods that can’t handle confrontation.
I bite my lower lip, looking the guy up and down again. Whoever he is, he’s so piss-scared of a place like this that he’s dressed like a guy trying to mug a convenience store, almost every inch of him covered up.
You’re that nervous, and yet you’re willing to take a bet that I won’t hurt you?
Very, very bold indeed, newbie.
And not going to happen.
“I save you from getting mauled by that guy, and you try to repay me by giving me the sheer privilege of sucking you off?”
He stands a little taller, adjusting his mask as he watches me.
“You asked why I was here. That’s why.”
Something smolders behind his gaze. Something needy enough that it’s tempting.
But not enough to sway me.
I hum, breaking his gaze as I turn and head back through the sheer curtains into the room.
“I don’t suck other guys’ dicks,” I call back to him. “I think you should suck mine, instead.”
My cock is starting to harden beneath my pants, though.
Annoying.
Down, boy.
I don’t want to play this guy’s game, but I’ve always had a thing for people who start trouble where they really shouldn’t.
Sometimes a tiger likes to play with a mouse instead of strike at it, and that’s the only thought running through my mind as he follows me into the room, one of the gauzy curtains landing along his shoulder.
“Are we doing this or not?” he demands and the pushiness in his tone goes straight to my cock again. “I only came here for that reason and if it’s not going to happen, I’m getting the fuck out of here—”
“Do you always run your mouth like this?”
He sighs, pausing for a moment before he speaks. “No. Never.”
I believe him.
Something about the way he says it tells me that he’s being honest, and that none of this is something he would usually do.
So I’m going to teach him a lesson.
If a good boy’s out here breaking the rules, I want to show him why he won’t be getting his way.
“Take out your cock, then,” I tell him.
I can see the shock in his eyes.
“Are you…”
“I’m going to suck you off, because you can’t help yourself from begging.”
And then I’m going to send you home without letting you come.
Take you to the fucking brink and then pull back, leaving you desperate.
Showing you that you don’t bargain with someone like me.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard.
It’s one of the only parts of his body that’s exposed, that small portion of his neck between the bottom of his mask and the top part of his hoodie.
As he reaches down for the button on his pants I take a step toward him and run the back of my finger along his exposed neck.