Blast from the Past
Dominic
The smell of coffee reached me even before I entered the busy shop. Java Joe’s had always been super busy, but it was insane today. It was as if everyone in Tampa decided now would be the perfect time to get some brew. Sadly, my soul was equally inclined. “It’s crazy being up this early,” I muttered. “I’m doing this for my du?a.”
It had been three weeks since first laying eyes on Talon. That was his name, Talon. I’d learned his name from one of our numerous encounters. I orchestrated those encounters. Some may call it stalking, but I was a demon, and he was my du?a. I had to get to know him, even if every encounter had been a dance of avoidance and intrigue. He was like a puzzle I was determined to solve, a challenge I couldn”t resist.
I scanned the crowd until my eyes landed on my prey. He sat with his back towards me, deep in conversation with two other men. They were the young lions who had accompanied him to my club. Leon, the towering one, had an air of quiet strength about him, contrasting sharply with Jeremy’s more boisterous and unabashed demeanor.
“Time for another ‘chance’ meeting,” I thought, making my way through the throng of customers. I sidestepped a barista who balanced a tray laden with steaming beverages. They smelled amazing. I definitely needed coffee before engaging with my soul.
As I reached the counter, a barista”s bright voice cut through the ambient noise. “Welcome to Java Joe’s. What can I get for you?”
My attention momentarily shifted to the cheerful girl, but my senses remained acutely aware of Talon’s presence. It was a game of cat and mouse, and I relished every moment of the chase.
“A large coffee, black, please,” I ordered, my gaze drifting towards Talon.
“Do you mean venti?” she asked with a smile.
I suppressed a sigh, not in the mood for the usual size terminology debate. “Yes, the largest, strongest black coffee you have.”
“Sure thing! A venti black. Any pastries to go with that?” she inquired, her cheerfulness unyielding.
“No, thanks,” I replied curtly, placing a ten-dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change,” I added, my attention shifting as I noticed Talon standing up. Damn, is he leaving?
To my relief, he headed towards the restrooms instead of the exit. My lips curled into a mischievous grin. Perfect timing. I swiftly collected my coffee and made my way in the same direction, ready to seize this unexpected opportunity.
Entering the restroom, I noticed it was just Talon and me. I quietly locked the door behind me, setting my coffee aside. I casually approached the urinal next to him, maintaining a relaxed yet confident demeanor.
Talon”s head snapped towards me, his eyes widening in surprise before a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. I couldn”t help but admire him, even in this brief, unguarded moment.
I greeted him, my voice a blend of playfulness and boldness. “Great morning for coffee.” I leaned forward and stole a quick peek. My eyes rounded, and my desire filled me as I took sight of his large, veiny cock. He was perfectly proportioned, and I longed to taste him, feel him.
“What are you doing here?” Talon demanded, hastily stuffing his dick in his pants and zipping up.
His question went unanswered as I quipped, “No need to put it away on my account.”
“Listen,” he said firmly. “This needs to stop. You can’t keep following me. You’ve been at the bookstore, the gas station, hell, the grocery store—”
“I assure you, the grocery store was pure coincidence,” I interjected.
Talon sighed, exasperated. “That’s not the point. I’ve been ordered to stay away from you, and you need to respect that—”
Before he could finish, I pressed him against the wall, my lips crashing against his in a fervent kiss. The need to taste him overwhelmed me, and as our mouths met, a moan escaped me, savoring his unique flavor. Surprisingly, he reciprocated, pressing back with equal fervor.
Growling, Talon suddenly reversed our positions, my back now against the wall as he took control, ravaging my mouth with a newfound dominance.
His assertiveness thrilled me, but my desire for more was insatiable. In a swift movement, I spun him around once more and dropped to my knees, ready to explore further.
“What are you—”
I ignored his question and unzipped his jeans, quickly taking his hardening shaft down my throat. Talon groaned above me, and I moaned at his unique taste. It was rare that I gave head, but for my soul, I not only would but desired it.
Talon moaned again as I slid up and down his cock. I allowed my tongue to trace the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. Talon shivered beneath my actions, and he threaded his fingers through my hair. Excitement raced through me like electricity, and my arousal grew.
“Fuck, your mouth…. It’s fucking amazing.”
I internally grinned at Talon’s breathless words and increased the suction, taking him deeper into my throat. Talon growled in response and fisted my hair. I began to hiss at the sting, but it was cut short by Talon thrusting deeper, causing me to gag. I loved how he was using me, taking control.
Talon’s rhythm increased, thrusting in and out like a man possessed. He fucked my mouth, and I reveled in the experience. With a roar, he tightened his grip, which pushed me over the edge. Like a raging flood, my climax overtook me, and I came. Never in my life had I cum in my pants, but here I was doing exactly that.
Talon thrust one last time deep within my throat and stilled. His cock exploded, and cum filled me. His seed tasted salty yet sweet—he was delicious. Talon’s grip loosened, and I slid back, swallowing every last drop.
Panting, I peered up at my mate. He had his eyes closed and breathed rapidly. I licked his spongy head, and he shuddered at my action. I opened his eyes and gazed down at me.
I smiled up. “That was amazing. Aren’t you glad I didn’t stay away?”
The satisfaction and care that had shone in Talon’s eyes instantly disappeared. He pushed me back, and I fell to my butt. He quickly covered himself and zipped his pants.
“You shouldn’t have done that! You need to stay away from me,” he said firmly before hurrying out toward the door.
“Talon,” I yelled, but it was too late. He had already unlocked the door and was out.
I was stunned. He just…. “Fuck that!” I would not lose my du?a. Jumping to my feet and not caring about my soiled jeans, I ran after him.
“Talon,” I said again as he was speaking to his friends.
He spun around, and his expression was hard. “You need to stay away from me, from anyone to do with me, and especially from my pride. Stop following me. This is your only warning.” He turned to his friends. “Let’s go.”
I didn’t have words as I watched my soul, my perfect half, walk out the door. I’d never felt so defeated…so…broken. Even after Jul’s betrayal, I didn’t feel this bad—it was a thousand times more profound. What was Fate thinking?
“Are you okay?” a soft voice asked.
I looked at the young barista; concern was etched on his expression. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t. I knew whatever would have come out, it would have been a sob, so I nodded and walked out.
I needed to get as far from here as possible. In times like these, I wished I had my power to transport. It made life so much easier. If I had my powers, I wouldn’t be in this mess, I thought.
Making my way down the street, I found myself in front of my club. It was only nine in the morning and nowhere near open, but I needed to sulk and drink.
I fumbled for the keys in my pocket, their cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of the morning sun. With a turn of the key, the lock clicked, granting me access to the dim, silent interior. I locked the door behind me, sealing myself inside this familiar refuge.
As I made my way to the bar, the sound of my footsteps echoed in the empty space, each step a reminder of the void Talon”s rejection had left within me.
“Master, what brings you here so early?” Jorin”s voice, usually a welcome presence, now grated on my frayed nerves.
Whirling around, I fixed him with a glare, my anger finding an outlet. “Since when do you question my comings and goings, Jorin? Who do you think you are to challenge me?” I growled, the raw edge of my emotions bleeding into my voice.
Jorin”s silver eyes widened, and he immediately dropped to his knees, a gesture of submission that momentarily cut through the fog of my anger. His action was a stark reminder of our intertwined history and his unwavering loyalty. Despite this, the rawness of recent events clung to me, a reminder that I was still grappling with a turmoil that refused to be silenced.
I exhaled deeply, the sound heavy in the quiet of the club. “Get me a drink; I’ll be in my office,” I said, my voice more controlled now as I turned towards my private sanctuary.
“Master?” Jorin”s voice halted my steps.
I glanced over my shoulder, my gaze sharp. “What now?”
Jorin, still kneeling, seemed cautious, his eyes not meeting mine. “What type of drink, sir?”
I continued walking, the need for solitude pressing on me. “Something strong,” I called back without turning. My thoughts were already drifting back to Talon, to the encounter that left me in this state.
Heaving another sigh, I collapsed on the couch and buried my head in my hands. “I should’ve kept my fool mouth shut,” I whispered.
I didn’t know why I brought up staying away right after the best blowjob ever. I suppose I thought it wouldn’t matter. We were mates, damn it. Talon had to know that. Hell, even in the glares that he gave me, I saw the desire, the need, the connection. Was he fighting himself?
“Why, damn it?” I muttered, throwing myself back against the cushions and closing my eyes in a futile attempt to find some peace.
But peace was the last thing I found. “Problems?” The voice shattered the silence, jolting me upright. It was a voice I never wanted to hear again, a voice from a past I had tried to leave behind. It was the voice of the betrayer.
I sprang to my feet, my eyes snapping open. There, standing in my private space, was a man I didn’t recognize. He was clad in an expensive suit, his auburn hair cascading to his shoulders in stark contrast to his meticulously tailored attire. But it was his eyes that seized my attention–amber, deep, and hauntingly familiar. Those eyes… I knew them too well.
“Juls,” I growled, every muscle in my body tensing. No matter the form he took, I’d know those damn eyes anywhere. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
The intensity of the moment hung in the air, charged with a history of betrayal and unresolved anger. I wanted to attack him, but I knew without my powers, I didn’t have a chance.
“Oh, come now. You can’t still be mad,” Juls replied, taking a step forward. “We’re demons. Of course, we’d betray each other. Besides, it’s been several thousand years.”
“What do you want, Juls?” I repeated. I never wanted to see Juls again unless I was beating the shit out of him.
Juls sighed and took another step closer. “Same old Dom, always straight to the point. I came to offer you a way back.”
“Back?” I eyed him warily.
“Yes, back.” He stepped closer and trailed his finger on my chest. I wanted to break his damn finger. “I was remembering all the…fun we used to have. And thought, what the hell, we can be together, even in these forms.”
I stepped back. “I’m not fucking interested.”
“Oh, come on, Dom. Surely, you miss our time together—the pleasure we shared. And you must miss the obsidian sands and the nether realm. I’m offering you a chance to go back.” He shrugged. “Of course, you’d be subservient to me.”
I growled at his words. “I’ll never be subservient to you.”
“Master here—” Jorin’s eyes widened, and he dropped the glass in his hand. His transformation was instantaneous. Gone was the weak, scrawny human form. In its place now stood his demonic form, clad in his shadow-scale armor. His silver eyes swirled, and magic mist filled the space.
Juls scoffed at the display. “You think you can take me, minion?”
“I’ve killed many a demon prince; you’d just be another one that fell by my sword,” Jorin replied in his demonic voice.
“Enough,” I yelled and stepped forward. “Leave, Juls. I’m not interested in anything you have to offer.”
Juls smirked. “Same old Dom.” He shook his head. “I’ll leave for now. Remember my offer.” With those words, Juls disappeared.
“What did he want? You should’ve let me kill him,” Jorin said.
I sighed. “He wanted to offer me a way home.”
“Home. How? You can’t trust him.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “I don’t intend to.” I looked at Jorin, who was still in his minion form. “Go straighten yourself out and get me another drink.”
“Mas—”
“Do as I command,” I said, sitting back on my couch.
Jorin nodded and left the room. I released a heavy breath. Could this day get any worse? Could I go home? I didn’t want to think about it, but the words crept into my mind. My du?a didn’t want me. Would it be awful going home? I could finally leave this realm.
Fate, what do I do?