3. Ryker
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Ryker
I pull up to Gravity to see Hayes is already here. We’ve been best friends for well over thirty years and despite him being a couple years younger than me, we’re practically brothers. When he asked me to invest in and co-own a kink club/bar combo five years ago, it was a no brainer. I trust him explicitly, so there were no financial concerns and if I’m being completely honest, I needed something to keep me busy. Going into business with my best friend gave me purpose. Something to focus on.
My parents had me at an older age, so I lost them not long after I became an adult. I’ve been on my own for a long time now. Have I dated? Yes. Has anything stuck? Obviously not. Hayes would tell you I’m choosing the wrong women, that I’m too picky. What the fuck does he know? He likes them all.
I used to date more, but my interest has waned over the years. It’s not for lack of trying. But every time I do, I get irritated when we inevitably don’t want the same things. Mostly, they want more from me than I’m willing, or able, to give them. I don’t need a girlfriend or a wife anymore, because I’m married to my work. Gravity is my baby.
The day we laid eyes on this space, we knew it was meant to be. We found the old, abandoned church and saw unlimited potential. We added offices up in the old choir balcony and then renovated the main floor into bar seating and placed the actual bar where the altar used to be. It's a straight up, high-end bar and we cater to mostly wealthy clientele. It’s expensive and exclusive, although members are allowed to bring a guest. Up above, we built offices, so we can always look down and see what’s going on.
Most people use the bar as a way to relax before entering the club, but we do have rules for that, including a two-drink maximum. We learned quickly that it was difficult to keep track of consumption to prevent anyone from entering the club intoxicated, which is why there is now only one access point. It took us a few tries, but we landed on everyone getting an electronic and highly coded wristband. Servers and bartenders are required to scan them before taking a drink order and upon delivering it. And then it also gets scanned at the connection point, by a highly trained monitor that no one dares fuck with, before they enter the club. Clients can drink more than that if they choose, but if they do, they will get denied. No wristband at all? Also denied.
It’s not a fool proof system by any means, but we do have eyes everywhere. If someone breaks the rules or tries to find a loophole, we almost always catch it. They may not realize it, but it’s for their own safety. Consent is important. If you’re impaired, you can’t consent. And if you can’t consent, you don’t get to play.
The things that happen beyond that door require a clear mind. If I had it my way, complete sobriety would be required to enter. But then I suppose I wouldn’t have anything to run if that were the case. If you can imagine it, it likely happens back there.
Downstairs we have a large open, almost anything goes, playspace that is also surrounded by various playrooms. Or you can wander down the long hallway to explore the old Catholic school that we’ve upgraded into specialty rooms.
We have something for everyone.
My personal favorite are the BDSM rooms, where Dominants take their submissives to play or scene in various ways, from rope play to impact play to whatever else they may enjoy. They’re my favorite, because I’ve been a Dominant for years now. I have a very Type A personality, which means I crave control in all aspects of my life, especially with my partners. I’ve tried vanilla relationships in the past and I always feel like something’s missing.
It’s been a long time since I’ve indulged in a Dominant-submissive dynamic with a woman, not for lack of trying. I find most who say they’re submissive turn out to be the opposite or worse, brats and I don’t tolerate brattiness in my submissives. I find it disrespectful. Most brats act out for attention, but I prefer to partner with adults that are able to communicate their wants and needs. My eyes instinctively roll backwards thinking about the various brats I’ve attempted to scene with. I found them to be irritating and grating to my nerves.
Occasionally, I will also take on a newer submissive, but it’s quite rare to find someone I feel I can scene with to get my fix. It’s not the same as owning my very own submissive that I can tease, control, fuck and sometimes hurt if I need to let my inner sadist out. It takes a considerable amount of mutual trust to engage in that kind of relationship and it’s one I don’t take lightly. It’s why I don’t fuck part time scene partners or those I’m helping to learn. I’ll still get them off, but I refuse to stick my dick in a submissive that isn’t wholly mine .
I’m definitely not celibate, though. I have a select few fuck buddies that know the score going in, although it’s been a while since I’ve entertained any of them. They, like me, don’t want anything more than the mutual satisfaction we provide each other. We understand each other's needs and fulfill them.
I’m unclear why, but I don’t know that I’ve ever felt that fire inside me that burns for another person. That need to spend every waking moment with them. The need to exchange power with them, where it fulfills us both.
A knock on my car window pulls me out of my thoughts. Hayes is staring at me, confusion marring his perfect face. I pull the lever to open my door and step out into the sunlight.
“What are you daydreaming about?” Hayes asks.
“Nothing. What are you doing here so early? You’re usually pulling up right about the time the doors open.”
“I have an idea and need to go over some stuff without any distractions.” He winks at me.
I already know what distractions he’s referring to. “How many naked women are in your condo right now?”
“Just two this time. Let me tell you, they were so much fun. I tied them up back-to-back and–”
“I don’t want to know the rest,” I interrupt. “The debauchery you get up to in your own home, is your own fucking business. Can we please just keep some things private between us?” Hayes has a habit of oversharing. I get that he’s my best friend, but I don’t need to know everything .
“What the fuck crawled up your ass? You’ve always been a little uptight, but this... I could do without. Do you need to get laid?
“No.” Maybe . “Nothing’s wrong. I just have a lot to do before we open.”
“You know we could hire someone to do that for you right?” he questions as I narrow my eyes at him. The doors don’t open for another few hours, but I like to get here early most days to make sure things are ready to go for the night.
“You know what? Nevermind. Please, go about your grumpy business.”
Don’t mind if I do. I give him my back and do just that. Maybe he’s onto something and I need to find a willing submissive and put her through her paces. That may just make me feel better.