8.

EIGHT

Rafael

Tonight, instead of the erotic artistry of shibari, the sex club stage offers the unapologetic filth of a glory hole. But this is Lush, so even the filth is fine as hell.

The audience sees the bottom, not the top. He’s lying on a padded table, his ass flush against the hole in the artificial wall. His legs are stretched upward, shackled to the wall. His wrists are bound to the table above his head. The whole scene is angled so the audience can see his cock but can’t see who’s fucking him on the other side of the wall.

The guy is fit and decently attractive with a nice cock. I chose him for his looks, and for his responsiveness. He moans and arches as someone ruts anonymously in his ass. His cocks lifts and twitches. He’ll last a long time because he can’t touch himself. If he doesn’t come handsfree, he doesn’t get to come at all.

Everyone is reacting to the scene, groping, stroking, fucking. The air is musky with the scent of sex and nearly pulsing with the chorus of moans.

I’m hard as fuck, of course, but I’m only watching from the shadows right now. I haven’t decided what to do about this situation.

Dominic has a lot of nerve coming in here after blowing me off last night. I already knew he had a lot of nerve, and I fucking love it, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to play nice.

I take off my shirt but put my black tie back on, letting it rest against my bare abdomen. I’m wearing white pants tonight and a black g-string.

Nyx doesn’t bat an eye at me stowing my shirt behind the bar. “Tequila?” she asks.

“Bourbon.”

“Ooh, playing the long game tonight.”

“Some things you have to tease out.”

She gives me a two-finger pour. “You do like to tease. Any particular victim in mind?”

“Yes. Me.”

She snorts as she slides me the tumbler because she doesn’t know how fucking serious I am. People never do.

I walk to the edge of the crowd, where I sip my bourbon in the low light and wait for Dominic to see me. It doesn’t take long.

He’s off to the side again, not participating. Some people do that, just wanting to watch. But they usually touch themselves or at least shift around because they’re aroused and agitated. Dominic is completely still, as though nothing happening here is affecting him at all. But then, he looked like that last time—and I still found his cock hard as hell.

But the illusion of disinterest shatters when his head turns my way.

I give him time to take in the sight of me as I sip my bourbon. He’s not the only one who notices me. I knew he wouldn’t be. There are several men here that I’ve fucked.

One of them, whose name I can’t remember, starts making eyes at me. He’s very pretty, so I smile to encourage him. He’s with someone, so he leans over and has a quick little conference. His partner, obviously the top, glances at me. The top is quite attractive, and his shirt is open to display a leanly muscled torso.

As a top, I’m sure he would disappoint me. They all do, which I why I rarely bottom, but he’s just what I need right now.

I don’t wait for him to beckon me. I can see his interest. The two make room for me on their couch as soon as I head their way.

“Enjoying your evening?” I ask, playing the club owner.

“Always,” the top says, “although I think we’re about to enjoy it a lot more.”

Oh, me too.

I smile and settle on the red leather couch, sandwiching the bottom between us. He’s thrilled and runs a hand down each of our legs. I sip my bourbon and glance across the room to meet Dominic’s gaze.

He doesn’t look like he has “other interests” now. The light is low and he’s far enough away that I can’t see all the detail of his expression, but I can feel the intensity of his gaze.

The top kisses the bottom, whose hand clenches on my thigh. The top breaks the kiss to look at me. He’s studying me quite appreciatively, though his hand is on the bottom’s chest.

He says, “Anthony thinks he can take us both.”

I set my drink on the table then lean over to kiss the bottom. His lips are soft and sweet. He makes a little sound of pleasure as I explore his mouth. I break the kiss as the top leans closer.

When he drifts near my face, I say, “Anthony has a very greedy hole.”

The top chuckles and kisses me. It’s not a bad kiss, but it doesn’t do much for me. The sensation of Dominic’s gaze burning into the side of my face from the across the room, however, does a lot.

As I deepen the kiss, Anthony says breathily, “That’s so hot.”

His left hand must rub the top’s dick the second his right hand rubs mine because the instant I feel the pressure, the top gasps into my mouth.

I barely feel any of it. All my attention is on the movement in my direction. My scalp prickles as Dominic’s shadow falls over me. He grabs my tie and pulls me out of the kiss.

His plush lips brush my ear as he whispers angrily, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I turn my head, bringing my face close to his. “Exploring my … other interests .”

“You don’t get to have other interests,” he grits out. Then he looks past me to Anthony and snarls, “Get your fucking hand off his dick.”

Anthony yanks his hand away.

“Hey.” Anthony’s top stands up. “Don’t talk to him like that.”

Without straightening, without putting any distance between his face and mine, without letting go of my tie, Dominic stares at the top. The look is so intense, so dangerous, so fucking predatory, that the guy freezes.

Dominic asks, “Do you know what I do to people who try to steal from me?”

When my knife pricks Dominic’s abdomen, he shifts his gaze to me.

“Don’t threaten people in my club, Dominic.”

His lips peel back from his teeth. “Don’t put them in danger, Rafael.”

“Why should they be in danger?”

“Because they’re touching what’s mine.”

I suck in a breath—and he crushes his mouth to mine. The kiss is brutal, furious, and totally possessive. He forces my head back, forces his tongue into my mouth. He devours me.

Dominic pulls me up from the couch, taking the knife from me. He never releases my mouth or my tie. The hand gripping my knife presses into my ass, tugging me against him. He doesn’t cut me, but the threat is there—and I fucking love it.

My hands go to his sides, reveling in all the muscle I can feel through his black button down.

He breaks the kiss to speak in my ear. “I know you want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone”—he’s right, I do—“but I need you somewhere you can scream. I need you somewhere that no one is going to interfere—because you’re about to get fucked up.”

Thank god. “I have somewhere.”

He snorts softly. “I thought you might. Now let’s go, before I have to kill all these people for eye-fucking you.”

Half the noise in me dies down. I feel almost calm as I pull away from Dominic. He follows me from the public area into the branching passageway to the private rooms.

I could take him to one of the club rooms. That’s what I usually do. My private play room is just that, private. I very rarely take anyone there. But I want to take Dominic.

I head to the elevator and punch in my code.

As soon as we step inside and I key in the floor, Dominic pins me to the wall. His hand grips my throat.

“Don’t think for a second that I don’t know what you were doing tonight. Taunting me. Outing me.”

I swallow against the constriction. “You could’ve blown me off like you did last night.”

“And let other people play with you? I don’t fucking think so. You’re mine to fuck and mine to kill. No one touches you but me.”

My anger over his date night roars back in. “Since when? It didn’t seem that way last night.”

“Last night, you were being a brat and got what you deserved.”

I have so much more to say, but the doors slide open, revealing a space even more personal than my apartment. We’re one floor below it. There’s a door and spiral staircase leading to my bedroom.

Dominic’s head turns and he stares into the play room. Releasing my throat, he draws away from me and walks into the room.

The style is decadent, the wood intensely dark, the furniture red and black. The accent lighting is mostly red, though the gothic chandelier casts a scattering of white light.

Dominic, in his black shirt and pants, with his powerful body and his beautiful face with its ever-present intensity, fits right in.

I exit the elevator. The doors close behind me, their subtle black facing making them all but disappear into the wall.

Dominic makes a slow circuit of the room. His eyes roam over the modern curves of the tantric couches, the padded benches and bondage chair. He takes in the machines with their dildos and remote controls.

He walks past the bed on the far side of the room, notes the door to the stairwell. He takes in the multiple racks of toys and tools and the well-stocked bar. He studies the x-cross with its pump. By the time he comes back to me, his dark eyebrows have drawn down.

I want to smile and tease, to ask him flippantly if he likes it, but I can’t manage it. I just stand there and wait for him to say it.

“You play by yourself here.”

“Mostly.”

“Why?”

I shrug and try to step past him. He grabs me and swings me toward the x-cross, making me face it. He kicks the back of my leg. My knees hit the floor. Fisting my hair, he crouches behind me, forcing me to stare at the dildo attached to the thrusting mechanism. The control panel for the machine and for the electronically triggered restraints are obviously set near where my hand would be. Where my hand often is.

I lost some of my erection when Dominic first started walking around, but my body responds to the familiar machine—and to Dominic’s rough handling.

“Why?” he repeats.

“I don’t have to tell you.”

He reaches around to palm my dick through my white pants. “Does no one fuck you right?”

The few men I’ve brought here have thought the room was hot. They’ve loved it. They’ve never questioned it.

They’ve never understood it.

Dominic does.

“You need it hard, don’t you? You need to be used.”

A breath stutters into my lungs.

Dominic keeps going. “You need someone to hurt you.”

I swallow hard. He’s almost there.

“And you need it to be real. No contrived play. No safe word. You’d rather fuck yourself and imagine it than have someone disappoint you.”

I shudder so hard that I can’t even try to resist as Dominic’s fist in my hair forces my head down. He holds my face against the lacquered wood floor.

“You’re such a violent, psychopathic whore. You were completely wild the other night, cutting that guy up.”

“Did you enjoy watching me?”

“Why do you think I fucked you in the alley?”

I wish I could remember all of that more clearly. I have flashes of the alley but they’re disconnected.

Dominic pulls me up from the floor and closes a hand on my throat, squeezing and releasing. “Tell me about when you woke up, bound to your couch and covered in cum. Did you like it?”

I close my eyes, remembering. “Yes.”

“Were you sore?”

“Yes.”

“Good. How often do you use a plug?”

“A lot.”

“Do you have one in now?”

“No.”

He nips my ear. “Why not? Did you think I wouldn’t come find you tonight?”

“I knew you would.”

“You did?”

“Yes. Because there’s no else you could fuck like you can fuck me.”

His hand stills on my throat, then he squeezes again, almost massaging. “So why didn’t you prepare?”

“I did. That’s why I didn’t stretch myself. I want you to do with your cock.”

Now Dominic is the one who shudders. His powerful body quakes against mine. He needs me, maybe as much as I need him.

With his hand still on my throat, Dominic pulls me to my feet. He squeezes. “I want to kill you so badly.”

I let my head fall back on his shoulder. “I know.”

His hand drifts from my throat to my bare chest then my abdomen. It splays there, following the rhythm of my breathing. His pinkie dips behind my waistband. “My beautiful, psychopathic, suicidal whore.”

I relax against him, so relieved by his understanding that I can’t think.

He unbuttons my pants. He glides the zipper down. He murmurs in appreciation when he finds the sheer black cloth covering my cock. He starts to rub his hand up and down my stiff length.

“Were you jealous last night?” he asks.

“Yes. And angry.”

“Because you thought I wanted her?”

“No. Because I knew you didn’t—and you chose her anyway.”

“Hm.”

“Why?” I ask, frustrated and still angry with him.

He takes his hand away from my cock. He turns me to face him, but I don’t get a chance to study his eyes before he clamps a hand on my shoulder. I could resist, fight him, but I don’t want to. Not yet. I let him force me to my knees.

“Suck me,” he orders.

While I work on his pants, he takes off his shirt. I pull his black briefs down below his heavy, swollen balls, freeing his huge cock.

It’s so fucking beautiful. Thick and long, threaded with veins, that fat mushroom tip leaking a bead of precum like a diamond. I catch it on my tongue. Dominic makes a pleased sound then groans in pleasure when I take him into my mouth.

I suck him to the back of my throat. He doesn’t give me an answer, so I grip his balls, tugging hard. He pounds into my throat, making me gag and choke, making tears stream from my eyes.

He pulls free without coming and crouches, bringing his face close to mine. He swipes the tears from my eyes.

“Go make me a drink.”

“Tell me about your second date. Was it a man?”

“Yes.”

“Did you fuck him?”

“You’re very concerned about it.”

“Weren’t you concerned tonight?”

“That’s different. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’ll react to it anyway, just like you reacted tonight.”

“Go make me a fucking drink, or I’m going to tie you up and leave you—and I’ll take the controls from you.”

I shiver—but not in pleasure. How did he know that denial is the one thing I can’t stand?

He unlaces my shoes then draws me to my feet. I toe off my shoes. He shoves my pants down. When his hands discover the bare flesh of my ass, he squeezes it. He plays with my g-string.

“God, you’re filthy.”

He slaps my ass. I shove my pants off, removing my socks with them. I’m wearing only my black g-string and matching tie now, but I leave them. I wait to see if Dominic will finish undressing, but he tugs his underwear and pants up over his hard cock, zipping, and gives me a warning look.

I head to the bar. I don’t normally obey this easily, but I am afraid of him punishing me with denial. I can take anything but that.

It was a trick. He doesn’t let me get there.

He charges in, grabs me, and slams me down on the bar. He must have had a sachet of lube in his pocket because his fingers are slick when they spear into my hole. I cry out at the unexpected intrusion. He strokes hard inside me, scissoring his fingers impatiently.

But it’s his cock I want. “That’s not what I—”

“I don’t care what you want, Rafael. I make the decisions.”

I’m so frustrated and angry that I just lay my head on the bar and take it as everything inside me coils hard and tight even as my ass loosens at his insistence.

He abandons me abruptly. I collapse against the bar then look back to see him walking around the room again. He’s considering the options.

I go to make the drinks and watch him. I’m upset, shaking a little, but I still manage to pour two tumblers of bourbon.

I think this is new to him. The toys. The tools. But he doesn’t ask me any questions. He studies everything for himself.

The bondage horse interests him. He walks around the padded bench mounted with restraint and handholds. I reach down and grip my aching cock through my g-string, stroking as I watch him inspect the suction masturbator mounted to the horse. I sip my drink and cross the room to join him.

Dominic is eyeing the positioning of the mechanical thruster with its black silicone dildo.

“You let this thing fuck you?” he asks as I hand him his drink.

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“Until I’m done.”

He sips his drink. “What does done mean?”

“I think you’ll know it when you see it.”

With his free hand, he loosens my tie. I let him pull it over my head and toss it onto one of the curved tantric couches. He sets his drink down on a table. Then he steps near and starts working on my g-string, leaving it on me but pulling my cock and balls free of the cloth.

I love the feel of his fingers on me, the tug and twist. He hums as he looks down at the jutting length of my cock. He takes it in his hand and strokes. I let my eyes close, enjoying the tender moment because I know it won’t last. He takes my drink from me. That’s my warning.

I’m belly down on the bondage horse before I know it. I struggle just enough to make it difficult for him, to make him angry. He slaps my ass and shoves my head down. He lays his full body weight over me as he gets my wrists buckled into the restraints. My cock is pressed sideways against the wooden side of the horse, missing the entrance to the masturbator. I want inside it.

Dominic’s weight lifts as he secures my ankles and knees. I’m in a modified kneeling position, forced to hug the bondage horse and offer my ass. Once I’m secure, Dominic draws away. His retreating footsteps make my heart skip, but then I hear the rattle of my toy rack.

When he returns, I expect the sting of a whip. Instead, he takes my balls in a firm, slick grip. I guess he found the lube. Of course, it’s everywhere.

He tugs and stretches my balls. Fuck, it feels good. Then he grabs my cock, slicks it in a single glide, and pushes it inside the masturbator.

I want to immediately start fucking it, but he still has hold of my balls—and there’s a threat in it. Then he clamps a ball stretcher around them at the base. The combination of the weight and pressure, the feel of my dick in the suction of the masturbator, is more than I can take. My hips rock forward.

“You fuck that thing and it will be all you get.”

“Dominic—”

“I mean it, Rafael. You will wait . The only thing that’s going to drive your dick into that sleeve is me driving my dick into your ass.”

I groan in frustration and force myself to lie still. I’m shaking, though. I can’t help that.

Dominic makes a satisfied sound. I hear movement, then his shoes hit the floor. I hear his zipper. I hear the sound of his pants coming off. I’m shivering, so frustrated and so turned on that I can’t think.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

My eyes squeeze shut at those words. That’s what I hate to hear. That’s what I need to hear.

When I feel the pressure of his cockhead at my hole, a needy sound escapes me. He pushes inside in a smooth, relentless glide, stretching me wider and deeper. It hurts of course, but it’s exactly what I want, exactly what I need. To be filled. To be fucked.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathes as he bottoms out inside me, his pelvis flush against my ass. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay, doesn’t let me adjust to the brutal intrusion of his huge cock. He just leans over me, grabs the handles, and starts to fuck me.

At first, it’s only pain. It takes me over, drives everything else out of my mind, so I give myself to it, relax into it, let it happen.

Pleasures starts to break through. Dominic’s muscled chest and abdomen are flexing against my back. His grip on the handles has his arms locking me down as much as the restraints do. His hips punch forward, making his pelvis slap my ass as his cock drives into me again and again.

I moan.

“There’s my dirty whore,” he rumbles above me. “Needs his hole fucked by a big cock. Needs his ass ruined.”

God, I love how he talks to me.

“You like fucking that toy?”

I make a sound of agreement, but that’s all I’m capable of right now. The sleeve is squeezing my cock, stroking me with every thrust into my ass.

But Dominic wants words. He releases one of the handles to grab my hair. It changes the angle of his thrusts, bringing me new sensations.

“Answer me.” He keeps thrusting. “Do you like having your cock in there?”

“Y-es,” I manage as my balls try to draw up and hit the restriction of the stretcher. I groan loudly. I want to come.

Dominic knows it. “Don’t you dare come before I tell you.”

My thoughts shatter. I can’t think.

“That’s it, pretty whore.” Dominic releases my hair and leans over me to grab the handle again. “Just take it,” he tells me in a low, rasping voice as he fucks me hard and deep.

My balls are heavy and full. My cock aches. My whole body is primed. He makes me ride that for a long time, hovering at the edge of orgasm.

His pounding is too much. My body tightens. My balls draw up against the stretcher. I start pulling at the restraints.

“That’s it,” Dominic rasps as my ass clenches on his cock. “Fist me harder. Struggle.”

“Fuck!” I bark against the padded surface as I try to hold back my orgasm.

“Christ, you are strangling my dick,” he grits out. His balls are slapping against the stretcher. “Come— now .”

The stretcher makes my release start slow, making me really feel it, then I fucking explode. I scream as I come into the sleeve sucking my dick. Dominic is hammering my ass, grunting, slapping against me, forcing my ejaculating cock to keep fucking the sleeve.

I’m already crying out, way overstimulated, when he roars and punches forward. His cock kicks hard inside me, flooding me with his hot cum.

I gasp and spasm under him, my ass clenching as he curls into me, his whole body flexing against mine as he breeds me hard.

“Fuck,” he gasps as his hips keep straining. His forehead presses into my back. “Christ!”

He’s still coming, straining hard. I cry out as I spasm, my cock releasing into the sleeve once more.

Dominic goes heavy over top of me. I want to stay like this forever, pinned here, shuddering with his cock inside me.

This is exactly where I belong.