9. Felix

9

Felix

Even though Garret and I hadn't officially made plans for me to return to the club that evening, I couldn't stay away. I got dressed and headed over with excited anticipation for what was to come.

I found my thoughts always returning to Garret. It wasn't love, yet, but it was definitely bordering on infatuation. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I fantasized about his swollen cock entering me from behind and filling me up with his girth. I closed my eyes and gasped at the mere fantasy infiltrating my mind.

Just because you like it that way, doesn't necessarily mean you are a submissive, I told myself, but even I didn't believe my own brain at this point. I just wanted to spend time with Garret and see where the road took us. If it meant he got to fuck me, then part of me wanted to cast all grievances about roles out the window. If I made it sound like a trivial challenge in my head, then it wasn't so difficult to conquer.

I flashed my membership identification card at the front of the club entrance and walked inside. I was becoming more comfortable with the routine at this point, and the staff members were starting to recognize me as one of the regulars, which also helped boost my ego.

I spotted Garret next to the bar area, talking to one of the bartenders. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up as bright as a Christmas tree. Seeing his response filled the void of emptiness in my heart and stripped away any doubts and fears I'd ever had.

Garret approached me, placed his arms around my waist and pressed his lips to mine. I saw sparks and fireworks in his eyes, and a huge rush of warmth filled me in response to his passionate kiss.

I stared into his eyes. Everything I was afraid of, yet everything I ever wanted, was right there beyond the depth of those gray eyes.

"It's good to see you, I missed you," he whispered in my ear.

His grin was infectious. A tingle of pleasure shot up and down my spine. His breath was icy and fiery on my skin, an amazing sensation. Goose bumps of arousal and desire prickled against the surface of my skin.

"I missed you too," I said. "That's why I'm here."

"Well, I'm glad to have you here." His eyes flickered with sincerity. "Do you want to go somewhere private? I have an amazing room you haven't seen yet. It's a room that I don't bring just anyone to." Garret's proposal made my heart pound.

He gave me an enticing look. He stared right through me, almost daring me to say no. Naturally, because I wanted to keep a little control over the situation and not make it seem like he made every decision for me, I agreed.

"That sounds like a lot of fun."

He led me down a hallway that I hadn't explored before. He pulled a key from his pocket. I arched my eyebrows.

"You need a key to enter this room?" I asked.

Garret's smile was mischievous and handsome. "Enter if you dare," he responded with a dark shadow of mystery shrouding his features.

He was insanely hot. I couldn't resist him or his requests, even though I didn't know what to expect once he opened the door.

"There's nothing on the other side of that door that's going to kill me, is there?" I chuckled, sounding more anxious than I wanted to.

Garret continued to give me a frisky grin. "If you don't want to do this—"

"I want to do this," I interjected quickly.

He looked impressed and pleased with my firm answer. "Good. Me too."

He unlocked the door and I took a deep breath. Garret clutched my hand and lightly squeezed it.

"Remember," he sultrily whispered. "I'm here to protect you. If you are uncomfortable with anything, all you have to do is tell me and I'll stop. This pleasure is intended for both of us, but you have to be willing to do what I say."

I nodded. "Okay."

My temptation to get a mixture of fantastic pleasure and pain from Garret was too strong to deny him what he wanted. We were on his terms, and his turf too. He owned this club. If I wanted to be in his life, I needed to comply with his rules. Why would I deprive either of us the ecstasy by saying no?

As I stepped into the room, the first thing I noticed was that the walls were painted a midnight black. There were chains on one wall and whips on the other. Various other sex toys I couldn't identify were in the corner. There was a table with rope on it and a few blindfolds. Suspension rods hung from the ceiling, just waiting to bind someone with handcuffs or ties until they begged for mercy.

My jaw dropped. "Wow…"

"I know it might seem a little overwhelming, but if you just trust me and say you are willing to give yourself— all of yourself to me—then I promise you, you will love what I do with you in here." Garret gave me a reassuring smile as he swiveled around to look at me.

I turned to face him. "I think I'm ready."

Garret stared sensuously into my eyes. "You have to know you are ready."

I nodded. I took a deep breath to prepare myself. "I'm ready." I yearned to explore my boundaries with him.

Garret approached me. We were standing so close together that our chests were practically pressed into one another's.

"Are you sure?" His gaze didn't falter. He cradled my hands in his and gave them a tender squeeze.

I nodded a second time. This time, I felt more confirmation in my soul that I was going to enjoy this no matter what happened. "Yes."

Garret's eyes twinkled. He began to kiss me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time. Our hands urgently grazed over each other, becoming more desperate as we stripped off each other's shirts. Garret groaned into my ear. "You are so sexy. I can't wait to have my way with you—"

A pounding fist against the door interrupted us before we could even begin.

My heart stopped and jumped into my throat. I felt feverish, turned on. My cock was throbbing hard. I glanced down and noticed that Garret's was too.

"Who is that?" I asked breathlessly.

"Excuse me just a second." Garret hastily put his shirt back on and ran a hand through his hair. His expression irritated, but not angry.

"Boss, are you in there? We have a bit of a… situation out here that needs your immediate attention."

I recognized the voice to be that of Bubba, Garret's enormous bouncer. He was beefy and stocky, with muscles that looked like boulders on his shoulders.

Garret groaned and shot me an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry. We are going to have to put this on hold for a minute. Go ahead and put your shirt back on." He gave me a look of remorse before opening the door.

"What is it?" he asked sharply.

I peered through the door as Garret talked to his bouncer. There was another man there, wearing a fire marshal outfit. I was curious, peeking from around the corner.

"He was called in for a surprise visit," Bubba mentioned, pointing at the fire marshal and giving him a gruff look.

Garret appeared genuinely startled. "Can you do that during my hours of operation? Is that even legal?" His eyes darted skeptically between Bubba and the fire marshal.

The fire marshal had a smug expression on his face. He wore glasses and had straight posture. He also held a tablet in his hand.

"Surprise visits are warranted at any time during the course of business hours," he explained curtly.

Garret sighed with frustration. "All right." He began to leave the room. "Let's get this over with then, I have a club to run."

"Sorry boss, I tried to tell him to leave," the shirtless Bubba explained briskly and apologetically so that the fire marshal wouldn't overhear.

"It's… fine," Garret said, but judging by the look on his face, it was most certainly not fine.

I followed Garret, Bubba, and the fire marshal as he began going through a checklist of things around the building that were apparently not up to code.

"You see this?" the marshal pointed upward, gesturing to an exit sign. "It's not lit up."

"So?" Garret seemed exasperated. He stared at the man.

"It needs to be lit at all times so that people will know where the exit is in case of an emergency," the marshal explained.

"There's another one on the other side." Garret pointed over his shoulder.

The marshal wasn't having it. He gave Garret a grim stare. "It needs to be taken care of right away sir."

"And it will be," Garret barked back.

"There are also too many people in here," the marshal declared.

"I always make sure we aren't at capacity," Bubba cut in. He looked personally offended. He shot Garret a sheepish look. "I always stay on top of the limit."

Garret gave him a meager smile in response. "It's not your fault. I know you do your job."

Bubba seemed relieved at Garret's confirmation. His shoulders slightly relaxed.

"Well, at any rate, there needs to be at least a thirty-six-inch gap that leads to every exit door, and it's too crowded on this side," the marshal contested.

"I'll disperse the area," Garret said. He had a response for everything.

"I don't see any fire extinguishers," the marshal said. "In a building of this size, there should be at least three."

"Fine, I'll buy some." Garret threw his arms up in the air with exasperation.

The fire marshal punched something into his tablet and inhaled a deep, grave breath. "Sir, I'm afraid that until these things are fixed, we are going to have to shut down the club."

"You can't do that." Garret was on the brink of collapse. His eyes were wide and wild.

"I have a permit to shut it down, right here."

The fire marshal pulled a pink paper out of his pocket. It was notarized and officially sealed from the city. It was signed by the mayor.

"I can't believe this." Garret's cheeks were red and fuming from anger.

"We can sort this out," I tried to whisper to him to pacify him, but it was too late. Garret was livid.

Garret began pacing back and forth with frustrated energy. "I can't believe this," he said with an aggressive scowl aimed at the fire marshal.

"I'm sorry sir, there's nothing I can do about it." The marshal gave him a grave stare.

"I guess if there's no choice…" Garret trailed off, staring into space as if everything that was happening was a dream.

Garret began going through the process of evacuating everyone out of the building, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience with a shocked look on his face.

"I can't believe this…," he kept muttering to himself under his breath.

I wanted to comfort him, but he was in a complete daze.

I hung around after the club members left.

"That's everyone," Garret said with a resigned sigh.

"I'm sorry," I said, and I hoped he would hear the earnestness in my voice.

Garret looked at me as if he was staring through me, not at me. "Why did this happen?"

"I don't know." I gave him a look of chagrin.

A furious frown darkened Garret's features as if something suddenly dawned on him. "Nelson," he snarled through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry?" I gave him a confused glance.

Garret lifted his eyes and looked at me. "I know that Nelson is behind this too, just like the liquor license."

"Do you really think so?" It was quite an accusation, but then again, it was an awfully big coincidence that both issues would happen back to back.

"We need to fix these minuscule issues so we can reopen the club, as early as tomorrow," Garret said and began rushing around. "I think I have some extra batteries for this exit light…"

"Just try to calm down," I told him and cupped my hand over his shoulder. "We'll figure this out."

I didn't know much about Nelson, but Garret had told me little morsels of information, and I remembered seeing their tense encounter at the post office.

"What can I do to help?" I asked, just throwing it out there in case Garret wanted to put me to work too.

He gave me a look of adoration. He cupped his hands over my cheeks and pressed his mouth to mine again. His lips tasted warm and delicious. "Just the fact that you are here at all soothes me."

"Thanks." My heart pounded at his compliment. "I can't believe that someone from the city government would be doing Nelson's bidding for him."

"It's truly appalling." Garret nodded in agreement. "I honestly feel… harassed." Garret looked beside himself with torment.

"You should feel harassed. It's disgusting behavior if Nelson really is behind all this," I said.

Garret's cheeks were flushed. I was outraged on his behalf. I wished there was something I could do for him. I felt as helpless as he looked.

"Hey," I whispered gently as I approached Garret. "It's going to be okay. I'm right here with you, every step of the way. There's no obstacle we can't overcome."

Garret's eyes began to brighten in response to my attempt to placate him. "Thank you," he muttered, still gazing into my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I just want to comfort you all night long if that's what you want me to do."

"I appreciate that." Garret nodded in understanding.

"Do you want to go back to your sexy room?" I asked with a grin. "The one with all the chains and whips? It could take your mind off of things…"

Garret stared blankly into space before making eye contact with me again. "I would love to."

I took his hand and he led us back to the room. He closed and locked the door behind him. He was still on edge.

I brushed my hands through his hair. "Let me take the pain away."

I was surprised when Garret didn't try to blindfold me, tie me up, or chain me to anything. He planted soft kisses all over my body until I was flooded with ecstasy. He ran his fingers up and down my chest and back. He moved with passion, with anger, with inspired hope.

Our bodies melded together. Now, it wasn't about the dominant and the submissive. Now, we were comforting each other, but me giving more to him, which I was surprised he let me do. I read his wilted body language, touching him until I brought him back to life.

He still took the wheel, however. He bent me over, breathing heavily. He hiked me over a leather bed that looked more like a cot than a bed because it didn't have any sheets on it. He fumbled to undress me from the waist down. I heard him unlatching his belt and opening a condom wrapper.

He grabbed a bottle of lube and began vigorously slathering it on his cock. He pushed himself inside me with a sense of frantic purpose. We groaned together as he almost violently thrust himself inside me. He grabbed my hips and pulled my hair. I cried with deep pleasure, consenting to the immense passion.

His cock slammed into me one enthusiastic pump at a time. I groaned and dug my nails into the leather of the bed that I was bent over. Garret's breathing was intense, and so was his thrusting.

It almost hurt, but it felt too good to hurt. I didn't mind if Garret wanted to unload his frustrations on me. I was there for him, just as I had promised.

With one last intense thrust, he grabbed my hips and yanked me backward. I came in that instant with his cock buried deep inside me. I felt him explode. His hot seed poured into the condom, giving the inside rim of my hole a warm splashing sensation.

Garret groaned. His body went limp and he let go of me, panting hard. I was sweaty. I couldn't move. My entire body felt numb and like jelly.

"I needed that," he said after he had composed himself and slid out of me. He tossed the condom in the trash and handed me a towel to clean myself with.

I smiled, turning around to face him. "We both did."

"Stress relief." His face was glowing in the aftermath of our urgent sex. He chuckled with exhaustion.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed our chests together. I craved to feel his heart beating in unison with mine.

He stroked my back. "Thank you." He nestled his head into the crook of my neck. I wanted to freeze this moment in time, a vulnerable Garret who needed me.