45. Chapter 45
Cameron
Justin’s embarrassment is delightful. I’m sure it will pass as he gets used to being taken in public, but right now, it shows how innocent he is. And he’s all mine.
Do I get off on the way he squirms when I suggest I let strangers use his mouth? Definitely.
Would I actually do it?
I pause to think about it. The possessive asshole in me wants to yell hell no, but the rest of me says… maybe? Justin would enjoy it, no matter what he claims, and it would be hot to dangle him in front of everyone, letting them sample the goods they can never have.
I sigh contentedly and pull Justin tighter to my chest. My cock is nice and warm in his tight hole, the burn of the lube adding a little spice to the experience.
I could fuck him, but I’m not really in the mood right now.
I just want to hold him close, be inside him and around him as the stress from the past weeks slowly drains away from me.
Everything’s going to be okay. Rossi will support me. I’ll get my clients back. Justin won’t turn into a zombie. He’ll stay. Because he wants to, not because he can’t leave.
Could life be any better?
“Enjoying the show?”
“Sin!” I smile at her as she stops in front of me. “I’d hug you, but…” I gesture at Justin on my lap. He lets out a low, embarrassed whine and looks away, like not looking at Sin means she can’t see him either.
Sin’s perfectly styled waves bounce around her face as she laughs. Then she leans in and hugs me, squishing Justin between us and nearly smothering him with her ample bosom. “It’s good to see you, Cam. I’m glad the meeting went well.”
She already knows every word that passed between Rossi and me. Sin takes pride in knowing everything that happens in her club. Small should have gone to her if he wanted a knowledgeable informant, except she’d rather die than work with him.
I hug her back, just to feel Justin squirm some more. “It did. I can’t thank you enough. Seriously, Sin. I owe you big time for doing this for me.”
“Yeah, you do.” She pulls away with a sigh. “Too bad you don’t swing both ways. We could have so much fun together.”
I snort. “I’d rather not be on the receiving end of your kind of fun, thank you very much. Besides, I heard you have a new toy. Didn’t you swear off having personal slaves?”
“Didn’t you swear off having pets? And yet, here you are, with such a pretty little thing, when you’ve never brought a pet over before.”
Justin looks like he’s about to melt into a puddle of embarrassed goo. “Um, Sir?” he whispers, moving like he’s about to get off my cock. “Maybe I should—”
Sin grabs his chin. “Shush, little one. The grownups are talking now, so keep your mouth shut and your Master’s cock warm.
If you were mine, I would have already punished you for speaking without permission, but Cameron has always been a little too soft.
Then, you might not survive my idea of punishment.
” She chuckles darkly. “There’s a reason I prefer my toys with a bit more flesh to their bodies. They last longer.”
Justin shudders. He grips my arms so tightly his fingernails dig into my skin, like he’s trying to hold onto me in case I decide to hand him over to Sin for a punishment. “I apologize, ma’am,” he whispers.
“Well, at least he’s polite. Not like the thing I ended up with.
Can you believe he refused to suck cock because he’s ‘not into men’?
” Sin’s red fingernails flash as she makes dramatic air quotes.
“Like I give a fuck what he’s into. He’s in the box now, getting up close and personal with every cock in the club. ”
I grunt as Justin’s hole clenches around me like a vice. He’s definitely into this, even if he likely doesn’t know what being in the box entails. Maybe if he knew, it would curb his excitement. Or not. My little pet takes his pain well. “I heard. We might pay a visit later.”
“Oh please do. And don’t hesitate with the red button. He needs to learn his lesson.” Sin shakes her head. “If he keeps pissing me off, I might just put him up for an Open Hole event.”
“Let me know if you do. I’d hate to miss it.
” Sin’s events are popular, and Open Hole is probably the most fun of them.
For me, at least. She sometimes hosts events for hardcore sadists, blood enthusiasts, or people who like their partner to be cold and not moving, but I tend to avoid those, as well as the ones aimed at the weirder kinks out there.
I mean, I’m all for eating ass, but making someone eat your literal shit? No shame, but pass.
“Sure thing. Take care, Cam.”
Sin rustles away in a cloud of expensive perfume and elaborate dress that accentuates her full curves.
If I were into women, I’d drool over her.
I wonder if Justin finds her attractive, but I’m not insecure enough to ask.
I grab his cock instead, and lazily stroke him as we watch the man in front of us finish in the slave’s mouth.
He obediently swallows and even thanks the man for giving him his cum.
His Mistress has him well trained. She’s currently wearing him like a glove puppet, her arm elbow-deep in his ass.
I’ve never tried fisting. Justin was right that my hands are a little big for this, but then, the human body is remarkably flexible. We could work up to it.
We will work up to it, I correct myself as I watch Justin stare at the scene with rapt attention, his hole fluttering and his cock twitching in my grip. Yeah, I’m definitely putting fisting on the ever-growing list of things Justin and I are going to do.
“So, what do you think about Sin?” I ask.
Justin takes a moment to answer. “She’s… interesting. Really sharp, but I guess she has to be to lead a place like this.”
“Sharp, yes.” I smirk. “Like a black mamba ready to sink her fangs into you if you’re not careful.”
“Yeah, she definitely feels dangerous. Deadly, even, just in a different way than that Rossi guy you were meeting with.”
“Very astute observation.” What a smart pet I have. “Sin has her own way of staying in power. She’s a player in her own right, despite being strictly neutral.”
Justin hums and grows quiet for a few minutes. Then, “Sir? If I may ask, what’s an Open Hole event?”
I laugh. “What do you think? It’s like when real estate agents hold open houses. Anyone can come inside the house. Through any door.”
“Oh. Oh! So, it’s like… a gang rape?” Justin whispers, probably worried some of the onlookers would take offense at the word. They wouldn’t, but he’s still too innocent to understand that.
“Pretty much. A lot of times, the slave doesn’t survive, but I doubt Sin would let it go that far. If she has a new toy, she will want to enjoy it before tossing it aside. Speaking of.” I lift Justin off my lap and wince as the cold air assaults my throbbing cock. “Let’s go see the box.”
I tuck myself away. I could walk around naked and no one would bat an eye, but it’s not very comfortable. When I’m done, Justin offers me the leash. Another thing he likes, judging by the way his breath catches as I wrap the leather around my hand and use it to pull him closer.
Submissive, slightly masochistic, and thriving on being controlled. I have to send Mikhail a thank you card for bringing Justin into my life.
We make our way toward the center of the room, to the currently empty stage.
The wooden floorboards of the stage are blackened by bloodstains that never truly come off despite the many rounds of bleach Sin’s cleaning crew has used on them.
There’s just been too much blood spilled in this place for it to truly matter.
A few people greet me. Earlier today, they wouldn't have been seen in the same room with me, and now we’re back to friendly nods.
I don't hold it against them. It's a cutthroat world, and being associated with a rat could prove as much of a death sentence as being a rat yourself.
I'm just happy they seem to be coming around.
Some of them had sessions booked which they cancelled when the rumors started flying.
I'll have to see if they want to reschedule.
Tomorrow. Tonight, I'm celebrating with my pet.