Chapter Ten

Kage

B reaking his own rule was one thing, but obliterating a dozen in one night was quite another. His attraction to Finley was already getting out of control, threatening to break the boundaries he had so carefully set. For the good of his own heart, and others. He wasn't partner material for anyone and he'd never uproot himself from the work he loved only for someone to leave him because he was incapable of commitment. The safest bet was to keep his distance, do his job, and don't get attached emotionally.

Dressed in his casual day clothes of light washed jeans and a leather jacket, Kage paced his flat, reorganising books, and cleaning up general clutter. Even a week after the scene with Finley, the details of it came back to him at random moments during the day.

Finley's submission had been so gorgeous in so many unexpected ways. He'd given away his big, muscled body with grace and what seemed like ease. Quite surprising for someone so inexperienced in BDSM. Not fucking him in front of everyone, not staking his claim had been a test in resolve, but when Finley, in his blissed-out state, called Kage's name instead of calling him Sir, it had been too much. The snap had come in the form of Kage claiming Finley's lips in a ferocious kiss, and in return, he could swallow Finley's moans as he unravelled.

The choice of room had been a spur-of-the-moment decision as well, not to mention spending the night. What the fuck was I thinking?

Exactly the same as what he'd been thinking for weeks, ever since he'd first laid his eyes on the man with ginger hair and a harsh, but gorgeously freckled face. When he smiled, Kage expected the lights in the bar to flicker, but when he thought no one was looking, profound sadness painted his features.

Now Kage knew why, and it would be even harder to stay away from a man he craved to give an escape to. If he could make Finley float in subspace, at least the man would get a reprieve for the time being. His subdrop, however, had been quite intense, and it would be foolish for Kage to put Finley through it again anytime soon.

But it would be terrifyingly dangerous to witness the full package of submission, vulnerability, hurt and trust in a man that already made the blood drain to his cock way too often.

Kage couldn't get attached. Not again. Not ever.

He'd never be ready for a relationship, but he'd learnt that keeping his libido satisfied helped him cope with the gaping chasm in his life. One that no one would ever fill.

It was all the more annoying that Finley was getting under his skin. Before every scene, Kage would jerk off to focus on the sub during it, but for several weeks now, he'd been shooting a load in the morning and evening on top of that. Like a fucking teenager.

Finley would have let Kage fuck him during that scene. Sink deep into his virgin ass, stretch the hole that had never had a dick in it. Kage rearranged his hard-on with the heel of his palm. It didn't help.

What was worse, thinking of how eager Finley was about experimenting, he wanted him to do it properly, and with items that were designed for it. So he used his discount at Renata's store next door to the Golden Handcuffs, and sent a package to Finley to wait for him at the club with a note to open in private. Had he tried the prostate massager? The set of dildos to stretch his ass ranging from slim to thick? Had his thoughts been of Kage when he filled himself with silicone?

"Fuck… What did you do to me, Finley?" he said to the empty room as he sunk into an armchair and whipped out his cock. On a moan, he grazed the precome with his thumb, slid his foreskin back, and stroked.

He closed his eyes and saw Finley on his knees, his hands tied, his mouth eagerly open. Kage would go slowly at first, then fuck Finley's throat until the man would be a crying, blubbering mess. Then, he'd haul him over a padded bench, eat his big, muscled ass, stretch him with his fingers, and sink his cock in balls deep.

"Yes." Kage worked his dick faster, then gripped his balls with the other hand. He groaned loudly into the emptiness of his flat as his release slammed into him. Thankful for the box of tissues on the coffee table, Kage pulled out a few to catch his come.

Even after a release, he couldn't get the image of Finley out of his head. Funnily enough, it wasn't the tied-up, edged-to-the-brink-of-insanity Finley that overtook his brain, it was the thought of him blissed-out and in Kage's bed. Well, his bed in a rented room in a sex club, but still.

For the past two weeks Finley had been helping Kage set up for scenes. One day, he'd showed up early for work and said he had nothing else to do. Since the security guy who'd been assisting with the heavy lifting was on parental leave, he'd accepted the help. From then on, Finley had been asking questions about every single item they were setting up and referencing the articles he read on Kage's website. The man had dived ass-first into BDSM and was clearly determined to know everything about it. It was truly commendable. Finley created an easy atmosphere around him, making Kage believe he was the most reliable and trustworthy person out there. He wasn't the only one, as Jagoda had given him more responsibilities in the security sector. After all, he'd worked for and with Don Murphy for a fair part of two decades and left on his own terms and not in a body bag. And that was impressive.

When he was with Kage, they shared jokes, the club's gossip Finley swiped from Lucy, and easy touches that Kage liked a lot more than he would admit.

Off duty, Finley was laid back but constantly alert, turning around at every noise.

When Finley wore the security vest, arms folded over his massive chest, stance wide, he was a beauty to behold. No one dared touch him or chat to him, even if they knew him as a bartender. No, he was committed to making sure everyone was safe on stage, and it was clear he wouldn't be distracted otherwise.

Since his own session, he'd witnessed several of Kage's scenes from the bar, but only when he was up close did Kage see the intensity of his gaze. And it washed over him like lava he wanted to melt in.

At the beginning, he'd watched with fascination and arousal. Lately, though, he wore an open expression of easy comfort. His demeanour had evolved in a way Kage had never seen before.

He'd had people who applied for a scene, loved it, then kept coming back to watch Kage with a gleam of jealousy in their eyes. Toxic jealousy that ended up with some of them being banned from the club for their behaviour, whether it was jumping on the platform mid-scene or stalking Kage in and out of the club.

That was not Finley. Or at least, not yet. Rather than jealous, he seemed to understand what it meant to be on that stage as a sub, and he not only respected it but enjoyed watching others experience it. That look, his stance, and the way his tongue traced his lower lip, was what Kage saw imprinted on his eyelids when he was going to sleep.

Would his approach change if they had more than one session? Kage would have to keep it strictly about the D/S dynamic. Or else, he might give Finley the wrong impression. Kage's heart was closed, and he didn't want to risk hurting Finley. Besides, if things went tits up, both their jobs would be in danger.

The redheaded, hot-as-sin conundrum that was Finley took way more space in Kage's head than he should have. The extraordinary look in Finley's eyes when he was on the cusp of falling apart was a glint of an emotion, some kind of feeling that Kage hadn't seen in anyone else before. He had to see it again.

But he loved his job, he loved bringing pleasure to people, to help those who didn't know how or physically couldn't satisfy their partners the way they wanted. But his ultimate goal of every evening was witnessing the open look of trust and gratefulness wrapped up in a cocoon of bliss, right before the sub's features contorted with orgasms along with their body.

Since he'd met Finley, he found himself daydreaming way too often. A glance at the clock told him he should be leaving the house. Today, some colleagues, family, and friends outside of the club were gathering at a pub before Lucy's performance in a lip sync drag show at the club. Meeting Finley on neutral ground should help see him as another friend, not the main star of his filthiest fantasies.

Kage popped a pill from the blister pack he always kept in his pocket and swallowed it dry. He was used to the taste and the way it jammed in his throat before finally going down. He massaged his hip with the heel of his hand. Hopefully, the small dose would be enough until he returned home. Whenever somebody asked him why he never drank in the bar, he told them it was because he wanted to be sober for the scene. That was true, but he also didn't like mixing his pain meds with alcohol. The tiny amount he'd taken for the day should let him nurse one drink during the outing.

And he was ready to return to focusing on a different sub each evening.

The Purple Umbrella was famous for its punk concerts in the 70s and 80s, and its long running munches. Many a kinkster started their journey at the Victorian building, modernised for new clientele. The long bar and wooden decor went seamlessly with posters from past concerts and artistic newspaper-themed wallpaper.

"Kage! There you are!" Latif welcomed him with a half-hug. His stylish yet casual suit accentuated his slim build and matched in style with his slicked-back short hair. Before Kage could get a word in edgewise, the man manoeuvred him into an area with tables filled with familiar faces, then disappeared into the crowd, probably to herd more friends.

Kage turned to the group, and his eyes landed on Finley. Breath caught in his throat as tendrils of excitement twirled in his abdomen. Sexual attraction had never made him want to run up to someone, wrap his arms around him, and bury his face in their neck. Fucking hell. Finley was fucking with his head. And he wasn't even doing it on purpose.

Swirls of black ink crept up his neck, peeking from the collar of the open shirt that he wore over a t-shirt in an alluring display. It made Kage want to lick him up, push him against the wall and rip off the jeans that hugged his muscled ass oh so well.

Fuck, how did he make the simple outfit so delectable?

He couldn't see Finley's freckles from where he stood but his soft smile he directed at the bartender was kiss-worthy. Before it fell as he moved away from the bar. It hit Kage that when no one was looking at Finley, his expression was sad and his eyes had a faraway look of someone lost in his head.

What's wrong, Finley? Who hurt you? A rush of determination filled him. I'll make it better, whatever it is.

Except he had nothing to offer. Just his services and friendship. Maybe that would be enough.

"Hello, brother." A man in a sharp suit stepped in front of him.

"Mike, I wasn't sure you'd come." He clasped hands with his younger sibling.

"I can't miss the event tonight and thought I'd have a chance to see your new colleagues if I came here too." He scanned the people around. "Helena will join us at the club. You know how my dear wife loves a good drag show."

Finley picked that moment to stand up from the table and head towards the bar, greeting him with a nod on the way.

"Kage." He clapped him on the shoulder in passing but stopped when he saw Mike.

"That's Mike, my brother."

"I'm Finley, bar and security."

"Pleasure." The men shook hands. "I'm the younger one."

"Yes, and the pride of the family!" Kage rolled his eyes.

"How so?" Finley's eyes bounced between them.

Mike was half a head shorter but similar in build. They were adopted from different families, but at such a young age they'd never known a world without the other.

"He's a lawyer and I squandered my business degree. Do the maths." Kage fought the urge to stick his tongue out as if they were still kids.

Mike shrugged, his gaze scanning Finley. "So you're the Finley. I've heard a lot about you."

Kage shot his brother an I'm-going-to-throttle-you look. "No, you didn't." Kage had called his brother once, okay maybe twice, and mentioned the new bartender who was playing his emotional strings like a guitar. But that didn't mean Finley should know Kage was struggling not to touch him whenever he was near.

Kage looked around for help and his eyes landed on his friend from uni. Their short hair, dyed bright orange this time, stuck out every which way, and their petite stature hid under an oversized hoodie.

"Hey M! Meet my colleague, Finley." Kage beckoned them with a wave.

"Hi, I'm Molly, but everyone calls me M." They shook hands, and the conversation turned to everyone's deep connection to The Golden Handcuffs and the many parties they'd attended there.

M and Mike joined their friends on the side while Latif flew by and deposited several more people into their seats, then returned to swoop Kage and Finley into a booth.

"I need to sit for a moment, then I'll be off to get ready for tonight," Latif said, just as someone patted his shoulder and dragged him away. "I'll be right back."

Kage relaxed into the cushion, and crossed his legs at the ankles, brushing Finley's feet. The man's gaze snapped to him. He wasn't on duty tonight and it was clear how relaxed he was, with his knees spread, his thick arms on the sides of the booth, showing the Ace of hearts and scattered dice ink. Instead of a clean-shaven face, a ginger stubble graced his jaw. It would scratch so wonderfully between Kage's ass cheeks, with Finley tied to a bed as Kage sixty-nined with him by sitting on his face. But that's not what he'd do during a scene, so it would never happen.

"Did you like the toys?" Kage asked. Hopefully, his face remained clear of the havoc thinking of Finley using them had wrought on Kage. His wrist had gotten a workout and his cock was still sore.

Finley blushed, his freckled face gorgeous, his big shoulders shaking with a chuckle. "Oh, yeah. I just wished you didn't pay for them."

"Consider the package a training set, then. A friendly gift." Kage imagined Finley stuffing himself with the thin suction dildo and jacking off with the Fleshjack at the same time. Maybe in the shower with water cascading down his muscled frame. Stop it.

"Well, now I owe you."

"I'm sure we'll figure something out." Would asking Finley to send pictures of him using the toys be too much? Probably. But his dick hardened at the idea.