Chapter Thirteen

Kage

K age's stomach flip-flopped. His proximity to Finley throughout the evening set his imagination on fire and his body needed more of his touch, his laugh, his… everything. But Finley wanted to talk in private, and that couldn't be a good sign. Kage knew the role Finley needed him to play. Finley looked to him for guidance in the world of BDSM, and that was something he was more than happy to provide. Unfortunately, Kage was also well aware that this arrangement was finite. The fact that Finley wanted to ‘talk' must mean he had had enough.

Kage's chest hurt as if someone punched him. He didn't want to let Finley go. Since the first night he'd spotted Finley across the club, he couldn't stop thinking about the big man with kind eyes. His posture had screamed dominance yet his eyes begged for submission. And Kage had been hooked. He'd arrange his sessions on the days Finley was scheduled to work, he'd pass by the bar in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his smile, or his muscles bunching under the chest harness. Daydreaming of having Finley in his bed and in his life had become a norm, invading his head with images of them hanging out at his flat, listening to music, watching some stupid show, or simply existing together.

But Kage was too broken to make Finley happy. And once that would become apparent, Finley would leave, breaking Kage's heart. Maybe he was a coward, but he was afraid he wouldn't survive losing Finley once he'd let him into his heart. Hopefully, it was not too late.

To protect them both, Finley should find a dom of his own, or at least book a session with someone else. That would be for the best, as there was nothing more than Kage could give Finley. And he deserved someone who could love him and be there for him.

Kage touched the ace cards tattoo on Finley's forearm to get his attention. Ginger hair rose at his fingertips, as if meeting him. Fuck, Finley's reaction to him couldn't be any sexier. "I ordered snacks to room eight, so they should be waiting for us there."

"What?" Finley covered Kage's hand with his. The familiar gentleness melted Kage.

He remained stoic. That, he was good at. "You said you wanted to talk in private. Unless you prefer someplace else."

"No, your room works."

Finley was usually easy to read, and Kage was an expert when it came to gauging the level of pleasure on someone's face. But today, the amount of emotions spinning on Finley's features were too many to decipher. As Kage touched the small of Finley's back, splaying his fingers over the warm flesh, the ink on Finley's shoulder blade drew his attention. One of the dates was today's.

Shit.

Kage led them to his room, sliding his arm around Finley's waist. On the surface, he told himself it was to comfort Finley, but in reality he knew he just couldn't stop touching him.

As promised, a selection of sandwiches and hors d'oeuvres were waiting for them on covered trays in the room. He'd have to extend his gratitude to the club's chef.

Finley excused himself to go to the bathroom and Kage opened the small glass bottle of pineapple juice from the table. He paced the carpet, unsure of how to broach the subject of Finley's tattoo. Should he?

"How are you today?" Kage asked as Finley returned.

Finley poured himself a glass of water, ignoring the food. "Good. Why?"

He shouldn't meddle. It was none of his business. And yet. "It's October first. The date on your shoulder blade."

Finley's jaw twitched, and he placed his glass back on the table. "It's been two years since Max…" He pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Finley scoffed then straightened his shoulders as if getting ready for battle. "No. I want something else. You. I need you, Kage." He stepped closer, his hands on Kage's hips and sliding down Kage's thighs as he knelt on the floor.

He must have changed his mind about the talk.

His big body in a submissive pose and his green eyes turned up in a questioning look threatened to undo Kage on the spot.

"Are you sure about this?" Kage cupped Finley's cheek, and the man leaned into the touch as if hungry for it. Who was Kage to say no? Why would he?

"Yes." Finley pressed his face into Kage's leather-covered groin and nuzzled it. "I've never sucked cock before."

A groan escaped Kage as his dick hardened at the attention. "And you want mine to be your first?" He didn't deserve that gift. But he wasn't strong enough to refuse it.

"Fuck, yeah." Finley's fingers were steady when he opened the buttons of Kage's fly and buried his face in the crook of his thigh. "You smell so good." He inhaled then released the air on a moan. "Leather and you. Your soap and sweat. Fuck."

Getting fancy toiletries from France paid off for once.

Finley wanted an experience. And he would get one. Sliding his fingers into Finley's hair, Kage pulled his head back.

"Take my cock out then hold your hands behind your back."

Finley did as he was told, his hands sure and steady, his gaze filled with fascination. Sitting on his ankles, he looked up, awaiting further instructions. Fucking hell, he was perfect.

"Very good." Kage stroked his dick once, pulling the foreskin back, then guided it to Finley's open mouth. He was so eager, so absolutely gorgeous in his submission, Kage was caught between drawing the moment out forever, and coming on Finley's face and chest in under a minute. "Breathe through your nose and don't use your teeth." Kage thrust his hips gently, guiding Finley by the hair as the man licked around the crown before he took in the length halfway.

Finley looked up, the green of his eyes even more intense in the bright lights of the room. They would be gorgeous with tears of need and lust swimming in them.

The moan Finley released vibrated through Kage's dick to his balls. He sucked as if he was savouring it; whether it was the cock or the experience, Kage would never know. But fuck if it wasn't the hottest blow job he'd received in a long while.

Because he didn't let anyone blow him as a rule. His cock was off limits to subs. But who was Finley to him?

His worrying thoughts dissipated when Finley groaned and thrust his hips, diligently keeping his hands behind his back. He was visibly hard; the leather stretched around his impressive erection.

Kage poked Finley's hard-on with the tip of his boot and received a needy whimper in return. Holy hell. A tingle of heat shot through Kage's thighs and lower back. He pulled Finley off by the hair before he went too far and blew in his mouth. A trickle of saliva glistened on Finley's lips and he licked it off, his gaze on Kage as he sat back, knees parted.

"You're a natural." And starved for cock.

"Thank you." Finley reached for Kage's hard-on with his hand. "Can I—"

Kage tsked, putting pressure on Finley's dick with his boot. "For disobeying, I should make you jerk off on my boots then lick it all off." Kage searched Finley's face for a reaction and his rapid breathing and pinkened cheeks gave him the answer he needed. "You'd do it, wouldn't you? My beautiful Toy."

"Yes." No hesitation. Chin up, eyes daring. Perfection.

"Get on the bed, ass up, face down."

He didn't miss Finley's grin as he scrambled to take the desired position on the black satin sheets.

The image of Finley spread for him like that had been stuck in Kage's head since he'd seen the buttcrack zipper in his leathers before the show. Now, he opened it all the way, revealing two firm globes and a crack he was eager to taste.

"You have an ass to die for." And he would be the first man to lick it.

He kneaded Finley's cheeks then spread them apart, grazing his thumb over his pucker. Finley shuddered as the muscle contracted at the touch. He'd shaved recently, as if he was expecting this encounter. Unless it was his routine. Kage would have enjoyed Finley's hole, hairy or not.

Diving in, he licked a stripe along the crease then around the rim.

A surprised gasp and a long moan from Finley was the reaction Kage wanted to hear. "Fuck, Kage… so good."

Kage smirked, recognising the scent of his soap as he wiggled his tongue inside. So that was what had taken Finley a while in the bathroom. The cheeky bastard had planned it and Kage had fallen for it like a horny fool. No regrets. Only ass.

He wouldn't correct Finley calling him his name instead of Sir. He preferred it that way, needing his toy to know exactly who was making him moan.

Kage savoured the sounds coming from Finley with every swipe and suck until he couldn't take it anymore and reached around to open Finley's fly.

"Safewords still apply here. Do you understand?" He nibbled on Finley's asscheek, imagining an imprint of his hand there. Did Finley bruise easily? Would he enjoy a good spanking?

"Yes. Please don't stop. Do anything you want." Finley's voice, laced with lust, was egging Kage on. "Fuck me, Kage. Ngghh!"

Kage stifled a growl. Finley was eager to submit but also trying to top from the bottom. Sinking his dick into Finley's tight ass would be heaven. "Did you stretch yourself regularly with the toys I gave you?"

"Yes. I came with my ass stuffed every evening, thinking of you. I'm ready for your cock." He wiggled his bum for emphasis.

"These have to come off then." Kage pulled off Finley's boots and they landed with twin thuds on the floor. Next came his leathers, which he peeled off with Finley's help.

Re-assuming his position, Finley spread his legs wider and waited as Kage took his sweet time looking at his muscled ass and thick thighs. He was used to seeing people naked on a daily basis, but this felt so different.

Why?

Was he falling for Finley? He couldn't tell. He didn't remember what being in love felt like. Was that ache in his chest whenever he was around Finley a sign that he was already in trouble?

It was scary to contemplate.

Right now, Finley needed his attention, and Kage was more than willing to oblige. Finley was the one on his hands and knees, but it was Kage who wanted to serve him.

From the top drawer, he retrieved a set of gold-painted steel handcuffs, a classic item available in all the rooms at the club.

"Hands behind your back." Damn, his voice was guttural—the result of Finley's effect on him. He placed a pillow under Finley's face, then cuffed his wrists together. "Don't pull, they're not padded."

Finley nodded with his head to the side, his gaze hazy as he rocked his ass back just a fraction.

Kage delivered a smack to Finley's asscheek that echoed in the room. "What's your colour?"

"Green." The certainty in Finley's voice was exactly what Kage liked to hear.

"What's your safeword?"

"Glass."

With a growl, Kage returned to Finley's pucker, licking and sucking, feasting on his ass until Finley was a puddle of need.

When he pulled away, Finley's thighs were trembling, and his pink pucker dripped with his saliva. Kage inserted one of his thumbs just inside, then slowly added the other and spread the muscle apart.

He dived inside with his tongue, tracing the rim from the inside.

Finley whined into the sheets, flexing his hole, enticing Kage even more. "You're killing me."

"I wonder if you could come from ass play only. Your virgin cunt reacts so well to my tongue. It might take long but I could keep you on edge for hours."

Finley whimpered. "No, please. Not today."

Kage released a chuckle. "Another time, then." He was loving every second of this; so much so that he was finding it hard to ignore the voice of doom in his head. This had to be their last time. He was enjoying sex with Finley far too much and he could easily get used to it.

And that would lead to heartbreak.

He would only allow himself to enjoy this one final session.

He reached for the bottle of lube and poured it over Finley's crease until it dripped to the sheets.

"You said you used the toys and stretched your ass."

"Yes. Every night."

Kage groaned, wishing he had been there to see it. "And?"

"I fucked myself on a dildo suctioned to my shower wall, imagining it was you drilling into me hard and fast." Finley offered this admission without an ounce of hesitation.

Well, fuck.

"So, your ass is ready."

"Yes. And I wore a plug before leaving the house to be prepared for you."

"Finley, fuck. You're such a perfect Toy. And all mine to play with." What he wanted to say would be too dangerous for his heart. Because Finley was perfect for him .

Kage slid one finger, then two, past the ring of muscle, revelling in Finley's moans which grew in volume and intensity when Kage tagged his prostate. Massaging the gland, Kage reached between Finley's legs to grab his thick cock. His strokes were gentle as Finley's thighs shook and his asshole clenched. He was close.

Finley's precome dripped onto the bed, joined by the few drops of white Kage milked from him.

I need a taste.

He swiped his finger over the cockhead and licked it. Tangy, salty, and all man.

And all his.

Kage gave his cock a few strokes. Thank fuck he'd jerked off before leaving the house or he'd be too strung up to last long. Taking his fingers out on a smooth glide, he stroked Finley's gaping hole. Beautiful.

He wanted to shoot his load inside, but he should stick to at least one of his rules tonight. The tray of necessities on the end table held a strip of condoms and he grabbed one, swiftly sheathing his hard-on.

With more lube on Finley's pucker and his cock, he was ready. A shiver of excitement ran through him as he aligned his dick with Finley's hole.

All it would take was one thrust.

Fluid and slippery.

Deep into Finley.

I can't.

Kage froze.

Cold sweat broke out on his skin and he had to clutch onto Finley's ass cheek to retain his balance.

The last time he'd had penetrative sex was with Rohan.

Before he lost him.

Forever.

Kage forced himself to breathe and calm his flipping stomach. That was years ago and had nothing to do with this moment. Finley deserved so much more than Kage's fucked up mind and deflated cock. He deserved everything. But Kage couldn't give it to him.

Tears welled in his eyes. He still wanted Finley—all hot, willing, and broken.

They both were.

Thank fuck Finley was waiting, wiggling his cute ass but not questioning what was happening.

Kage scrambled off the bed and pulled out a new vibrator from a drawer packed with ready-to-use toys.

"Push out for me." Kage lubed the dildo, slimmer than his cock, and shaped for a prostate massage. It would be better than his dick. He slid the head in and let Finley accommodate as he moaned into the pillow. "That's right. Your beautiful cunt swallows it so well."

With shallow thrusts, the toy went all the way in, leaving just the base. Kage tapped the button on it and revelled at how Finley's moans drowned out the sound of the toy's vibrations.

Finley pulled on the restraints, wriggling so hard he turned on his side. His eyes bounced around the room, then focused on Kage. Thankfully, Finley's needy groans shot straight to Kage's dick, reviving his libido, and hiding the evidence of his panic.

"Stay still." Kage uncuffed Finley, flipping him to his back, and the big man followed his prompts without question.

He stilled when he caught Finley's gaze, full of lust and vulnerability. With his tattoo-covered arms of solid muscle, Finley could overpower Kage in a second; yet he gave himself so freely. It was beautiful.

Nestling himself between Finley's parted legs, Kage covered his body with his own, aligning their cocks. Finley's was thick, and fit in his palm perfectly as he gave it a stroke, then another.

"Please." Finley whimpered, thrusting into Kage's grip.

Kage licked the straining cords of his sweaty neck, trailing his tongue up to his ear. "What are you asking for?" Begging for release in a moment like this was common, but something in Finley's expression told him there was more to it. He pressed the button on the massager deep in Finley, and the vibrations grew so intense he could feel them in his position.

"Please, Kage." Finley released a moan, his eyes rolling back before he focused on Kage again. "Sir, come with me."

Oh fuck. The very words sent Kage spiralling closer to orgasm.

"Of course, my perfect Toy. Now touch me." His voice was on the verge of a growl and his body was on fire in a way it hadn't been for years.

Finley's strong grip around Kage's cock wrenched a cry out of him, and he buried his face in Finley's neck. He inhaled the scent of Finley's clean sweat and woodsy cologne and rutted against the man that made him feel more than he could handle.

Low moans and Kage's name on Finley's lips filled the air. It took a slight shift and Kage kissed Finley with everything that was in him: need, frustration, and unadulterated lust.

The passion in their connection was palpable. It crackled above and between them, and when Finley deepened the kiss, Kage's cup spilled.

"With you," was all he managed to say.

He thrust against Finley, jerking his cock faster as he began to come on his man's abs. His body trembled, hot ecstasy filling it until he wasn't sure if he wanted to cry, scream, or make love confessions.

Finley's groan filled the room, his cock shooting ribbons of come over Kage's hand while they both grappled for each other. They were falling off a cliff, and only one of them had a parachute.

Kage was sure it wasn't him.

He reached down to retrieve the vibrator, which was still wreaking havoc on Finley's sensitive flesh. Finley's blissed-out expression and open arms made it impossible to pull away. Kage surrendered completely, and they nestled side by side, glued together by their come.

Soon, he should tell Finley it had been their last time together. The pull Kage felt towards him was irresistible and he knew that once he gave in, he'd ruin what they already had. He'd rather have Finley as a friend than for him to realise how broken Kage was.

Finley's low, tired chuckle broke the silence. "And to think that several months ago I was convinced I was straight. Maybe curious, but definitely straight."

"How curious were you?" Kage pulled away enough to see Finley's flushed face.

"A bit. I always liked watching people at parties, or clubs. Then a few years ago a dude offered to blow me and I didn't see a reason I should refuse. Then it happened again when I hit a pub a few months later. I never thought much of any of it until I came to work here." Finley lifted his big arm in a shrug. "I had bigger things to worry about."

Kage winced. Finley used to have a child and a successful business. Kage was unable to help him cope with that. But he knew his fair share about sexual attraction.

"You like to watch. You have that glint in your eye." He traced his thumb over Finley's thick red eyebrow.

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Not really. Some like being blindfolded, restrained until they can't move, or completely devoid of the sense of smell, hearing and sight, so they can only experience the touch."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I love to feel things." He ghosted his fingers over Kage's arm. "But there's something about seeing other people kissing, groping and fucking that has always turned me on. I assume that everyone watches porn, or sneaks a peek at some couple snogging when they get a chance. Right?"

"Well, that's the thing with kinks and fetishes. Sometimes we assume everyone thinks the same deep inside, or just the opposite—we think we're the only ones out there. It's neither. There are as many kinks and ways to experience BDSM as there are people. It's similar with sexuality. It's fluid."

Finley rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. "I don't know. People are simply hot, pretty, or sexy. Whatever equipment they have. Being with women sort of happened to me by default. But then I saw that here, at the club, there is no such thing. I'm not just indecisive. Am I?"

Kage smiled and peeled Finley's hand off. "No. You're fine. You're great." He sucked in a breath as Finley cupped his face, sending warmth to his chest. "I know because I'm the same."

It was Finley's time to grin. "I wondered. Since you play with everyone."

"I do. I find men more alluring and sexually attractive, though." Kage pursed his lips, analysing their conversation. "So in retrospect, our first session didn't cater to your needs the way I hoped."

"It was fantastic." Finley put a hand on Kage's hip in platitude but the heat of the touch was a lot more pleasant than intended. "You having control over my bound body was a life-changing experience, but now that you said it, I did struggle when you disappeared behind me. I was experiencing what was happening, but I didn't see much."

A wicked idea sprung into Kage's mind. He could give Finley what he needed. "I think—Ah, fuck." A cramp rendered him grunting and grabbing his calf.

"What is it?" Finley sat up abruptly, panic in his tone.

"It's just a cramp. I have them often. I need to—"

"Let me." Finley waited for Kage's nod then pulled his leathers off, revealing the scarring of his leg.

Finley slid his thumbs over Kage's calf. With sure movements, he worked on the spot until the pain alleviated.

"Okay—ouch." Kage grunted and sat up. "That feels better."

Finley kneaded expertly until the cramp abated, then continued a gentler perusal with his fingers along the scar. Starting at the ankle and ending above his hip, he inspected the map of surgeries Kage had to endure before he could walk. Kage stiffened, but didn't pull away. He wore leathers for a reason. Even if he might expose his dick for a scene, or wear chaps, he kept the scars hidden and far away from eyes—let alone hands. He wouldn't let anyone touch them, but Finley's face was devoid of disgust. On the contrary, he traced the ragged lines with reverence.

"You can make them fade with a cream or laser, but you chose not to." Finley's focus remained on the thick lines, some adorned with star-like dots on the sides from sutures.

"They're nasty, I know. But they're a good reminder." Kage pulled his leg away and sat up on the bed. "That I survived."

"They're beautiful because of that. A rough work of art."

But they revealed too much about him and had to remain hidden. "And you know how to take care of them."

"I forgot a lot, but I'd be happy to massage you anytime. Though my skills are far from your rimming talents." Finley's cheeks regained their pink tinge. "You're a master of your craft."

"How would you know? You never had your ass eaten before."

Finley chuckled. "No. But I can tell that it was more than regular sex. It's some fucking magic." He wiggled his fingers in the air.

"Be careful. If you let it, sex can be a gateway to love." Kage immediately regretted the words and assumed a neutral expression. What the fuck was I thinking? "I know you're experimenting, but I'm trying not to push your limits too far."

The smile on Finley's face was positively wicked.

"Oh yeah? Maybe I'd like you to tie me up and fuck me until I begged you to stop. Have you thought of that?"

Yes, he had. And that was the problem.

"Well that didn't happen."

"Exactly. Why didn't it? You know I have to be regularly tested and you could have used a condom anyway. So why not fuck me?" Finley's smile didn't reach his eyes now, his expression questioning.

"You're disappointed, then?" Kage's stomach dropped and he covered his legs with a sheet.

"No, of course not. I just wanted to feel you. Your cock inside me, fucking me."

Cold sweat broke on Kage's back, his mind returning to the panicked state from the moment he'd been about to penetrate Finley. The room swam, but he tried to keep his breathing under control.

He had to get out of there.

"Well, if you didn't like it, it was a free session anyway," Kage snapped, and slid off the bed. His flagging cock flapped as he marched to the bathroom.

"Don't say that. It wasn't a session." The pain in Finley's voice was palpable.

Good. Finley would finally see that they couldn't continue this. Kage was too broken.

Kage spun around to face him. "Of course it was." The words hurt him as much as it did Finley, judging by the expression on his face. "I'm providing a service and penetration is not included in the price or the contract. I may choose to give my dick, but it's not for sale."