Chapter Seven

Finley

I 'm ready.

Finley pushed open the door to the main area of the Golden Handcuffs, and, despite having the day off, he headed for the bar. Upon seeing him, Lucy excused herself, leaving the customers to Bobby. The man had worked at the club for years, so he'd be fine managing the early clientele without Lucy. And Finley desperately needed a pep talk.

The evening after the bookstore meeting, he'd received an email from Kage with a date and instructions. Finley's sex had always been spontaneous, so following a set of steps, starting with a pharmacy trip for a douching kit, had given him the jitters. The actual process of cleaning on the day was new to him, but made perfect sense considering he'd be bare-assed in public and had no script of what Kage had in store for him. STI testing had been a requirement before he started work at the club, so he'd had that done and over with at least.

Finley had followed the other instructions to a T, including the optional points like shaving his balls. The next step was waiting for Master Kage in the preparation room where they would talk.

"You okay, love?" Lucy placed a hand on Finley's forearm.

"Yes. I'll be out there tonight." He indicated the stage, still bathed in darkness, waiting for its time.

"How are you feeling about it?" She tapped her bedazzled nails on Finley's harness. "I know I encouraged you, but a public scene can be intense."

"I've done my research and I want it. Even if it's just this once." The issue was whether his wanting it was a good idea in the first place.

"Then you'll be great. You're going to have the experience of a lifetime. Master Kage is the best person for your first time." She winked and patted his shoulder.

"Thanks." Finley released a breath and nodded once.

"I better go back. See you after the scene. Or tomorrow. And remember," Lucy wiggled her finger as if he were a naughty child, "don't go falling in love." Her chuckle faded away as she returned to the bar.

Finley sputtered. The concept of romantic connection had been so far from his grasp for years that he'd forgotten he could reach for it. And Master Kage was a Dom and a work colleague, and surely busy having a life. Unlike Finley.

Sure, he found Kage hot as fuck and loved watching him put people into subspace, but he'd also had a crush on Halle Berry for the last 20 years. So what? Finding someone attractive didn't mean anything.

Yeah. He was ready.

The preparation room was sparsely decorated in shades of blue and green with two armchairs facing each other, a bench, and a bathroom. Finley let his ass sink into the cushion of the chair and spotted a folder with his name on it in the middle of a small round table. Inside was a printed contract for tonight with Finley's limits and safe word. The second sheet told him to read the contents in bright red letters. Kage's limits and safe word.

This wasn't on his website.

"Only those who show up for the scene read it." Kage's voice startled Finley, and he dropped the paper on the floor. "I'm glad you made it." He picked up the sheet, handed it back to Finley, and took the opposite armchair. His leather trousers creaked when he crossed his booted legs at the ankles. The nipple rings drew Finley's attention, but not as much as the pendant on the chain around Kage's neck. A tiny silver padlock. He'd seen the necklace before, in fact, he'd never seen Kage without it. Did it symbolise anything? It was none of his business.

"Thanks." Finley turned the page over to make sure he remembered even the smallest of details. Like using titles. "I mean, thank you, Sir." He raised his brows at the Dom in search of approval.

"The scene hasn't started yet, but that sounded beautiful." A nod from Kage was enough to push away Finley's hesitance. "Did you familiarise yourself with the rules?"

"I read all the materials you linked on your website. Your form said that I should before booking a session with you. And now I know your limits as well."

"That's great." Kage's enunciation was more precise than during their casual chat at the bookstore, and the serious expression on his face added to his dom aura. "I like how you follow the rules. You're a good boy, aren't you?"

Chills went through Finley and he sat up straighter. "I'm older than you, I think."

"Yes. But that changes nothing. You could still be my boy for the evening." Kage paused, his eyes roaming over Finley's body like a passionate caress. "But you could also be my slut." He met Finley's gaze. "My hole, or my toy."

Finley squirmed, his body heating. Fucking hell… that voice , those eyes . In the bright light of the room, they shone with tiny specks of gold amongst the dark brown.

"There you are." Kage smirked. " Toy it is. And I will play with you tonight."

Holy shit. Finley's cock hardened in his jeans, and he repositioned himself in the chair. "Yes, please."

"Before we go out there, take a moment to make sure a scene is what you want." Kage's words were calm as he took the paperwork and returned it to the desk. "Are you ready, Finley? Are you prepared to be my toy, follow my rules, and use your safeword when needed?"

As far as Finley was concerned, they had already started. He'd stepped out of his habits, his past, and his thoughts. Now, he was Kage's Sub and nothing would interfere with that.

He nodded, his breathing accelerating. Kage was boosting his dopamine levels and he hadn't even touched him. He craved Kage's hands on him so much. To feel wanted and important for a moment. "Yes. Yes, I am, Sir." He didn't need to tell Kage that no one had ever fucked his ass before. If things went too far, he could stop it. After witnessing Kage's performance, Finley trusted the man with his body. It was weird, considering they didn't know each other well, but it was true nonetheless.

"Excellent." Kage pulled himself to his feet and offered Finley a hand.

He took it and stood up. Sparks travelled up Finley's arm at the contact, his fingers squeezing Kage's hand.

The Dom didn't let go either, even as they stepped in front of a small black box on the padded bench. "You'll wear this tonight and nothing else," Kage said, then chewed his bottom lip as he eyed Finley with a gaze full of fire. "Hmm, no. Wear those boots too. I'm leaving you to get ready, as agreed in the contract. I'll meet you on stage in fifteen minutes."

Kage pulled away and left the room, leaving Finley missing his innocent touch and far-from-innocent gaze.

Despite preparing at home, Finley took a quick shower and opened the box Kage had left. Heat flared in his cheeks.

This and the boots only? Okay then.

The black leather jockstrap cradled his semi-hard cock perfectly. The fit, the garment, and the anticipation amped Finley's arousal.

Did Kage imagine him wearing it when he picked it?

Finley shouldn't care. He'd paid for the session. Kage didn't have to like him or find him attractive to satisfy his curiosity and dominate him in front of a crowd. But I want to do well for him. I want to deserve every bit of attention he gives me out there.

With his ass out and only boots on his feet, Finley took the short corridor that led him directly behind the stage to spare him walking through the crowd.

As promised, Kage waited for him and beckoned him to step onto the platform.