Chapter Eight

Finley

" K neel. Hands behind your back." The low voice sent shivers through Finley and quieted the crowd all at once.

Heart hammering, Finley lowered himself to one knee, then the other, looking up at the Dom for more instructions. The murmur of the patrons told him something was off and a sliver of panic took root in his brain. They probably recognised him as a member of staff.

From now on, they'd see him like this, on his knees and begging for attention.

What the fuck was I thinking? I had no idea how I was supposed to behave.

Frantically, he searched his memory for images and references in the articles he'd read on Kage's website and the porn he'd watched. Having a sliver of theoretical knowledge was far from experience, but he was willing to try.

He sat back on his haunches.

Kage's finger under his chin was warm and so was his expression. Then he kicked Finley's knees apart.

Finley bowed his head. This had been a mistake.

Kage's boot nudged the leather pouch holding Finley's cock, now soft and not impressive at all. Not good enough for this.

"That's my beautiful toy." Kage stroked Finley's cheek.

What?

Finley's heart accelerated. Kage was not disappointed? He pulled on Finley's hair, forcing his gaze up. The red light overhead created an aura around Kage and the confidence and care in Kage's eyes told Finley that the Dom believed in him. And that was enough. Fuck the audience and what they thought of him. When Finley had stood out there, he had been jealous, and now he was the one Kage would touch. He was proud to be here. After so much confusion about his sexuality and months of loneliness, he finally had the guts to come up on the stage.

"Stand up."

Finley shot to his feet, facing his Dom for the evening. Kage was about an inch taller, but on this stage, neither height difference nor Finley's bulky frame mattered. If he could only make Kage look at him the way he had at his other subs—with reverence and pride—he'd be happy.

Up close, bathed in the warm light, Kage's jaw seemed even sharper, his eyes impossibly intense, his posture ridiculously perfect. The expanse of his body, from the long neck, defined pecs with pierced nipples, ridges of his abs and slim waist was the image Finley held in his head after he'd first seen the man.

Since then, he'd wanked to the thought of him so many times, he'd found it hard to believe he was finally in front of Kage. Semi-naked and ready.

"Stand on the mark." Kage pointed to the red line on the floorboards.

Finley obeyed, feeling as if he stood on a theatre stage. When he looked up, people were watching his every move, waiting for the show to start. A rush of panic froze him.

A click sounded as Kage pressed a button on the console table at the edge of the stage. More light illuminated them from above, blinding Finley enough to blur the faces of the crowd without erasing their presence.

He was here. He was actually doing this. Holy shit.

"Finley, listen to me." The voice came from his right, next to his ear, then Kage appeared in his field of vision. With a finger under Finley's jaw, he prompted Finley to look at him. "It's just you and me on this stage. This is not for the people out there. They will admire you and live through every moment, but you're the only one who matters. I won't do anything I deem unsuitable for you based on the information you gave me." Kage's finger caressed Finley's chin. "Remember, you have all the power."

"What?" Finley exhaled slowly, registering the words. Believing them.

"You can use your safeword at any moment and I'll stop. I'm here to fulfil your needs and desires. Pushing yourself is great, but only if you honour your limits. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Excitement returned to Finley, and he straightened up. He'd craved this experience for weeks.

"Sit on the bench with your back to me."

Finley did as told, straddling the padded leather surface. With warm hands on Finley's shoulders, Kage manoeuvred him, until Finley's butt was at the very edge, exposed. Would he touch it? Play with it? Finley's cock hardened at the thought.

"What's your safeword?"

"Glass." When filling out Kage's form, Finley put the first thing that came to his mind as the instructions had suggested for it to be a word he'd definitely remember.

"You will use it whenever you want me to stop, understood?"

Finley nodded.

"I need your vocal agreement."

"Yes. I understand. Sir."

Finley had never been a pushover, but he didn't have a problem with following rules, as well as breaking them when he needed to. People with authority had helped him in the worst moments of his life and he'd been grateful. Then, playing by their rules had been out of necessity and survival.

But he chose to submit to Kage.

It had been his voluntary decision to bring his tall, muscular self and give it to this man to command. Because of his lumberjack build his dates, or rather random fucks over the years, had expected him to take control and use his strength during sex. He'd enjoyed that, even if at times he'd wished the roles could be reversed. This scene was not about muscles. It was about deep urges, and Finley had to attune his thinking to what he'd really wanted from this.

A cleansing of mind by means of giving away his body.

Finley sat with his back straight as Kage wrapped a length of rope around his wrists. His long fingers threaded the strands to create jute cuffs, which he secured to an apparatus above Finley's head. The position pushed Finley's chest out. Kage flicked a nipple with his thumb and Finley sucked in a breath that staggered when the Dom pinched the other one.

Fuck. He was going to ruin the pretty jockstrap with his precome.

Kage reappeared, brandishing a steel bar with cuffs at each end, and made quick work securing them to Finley's ankles above his unlaced boots.

"Beautiful Toy." Kage's voice in Finley's ear sent a wave of heat through him.

He closed his eyes, registering his position. He was sitting comfortably, but bound in a way that prevented him from closing his legs or covering himself with his hands.

"Ouch!" He yelped when his asscheek stung. His eyes flew open, and another one landed on the other cheek. The pain turned into warmth and he let out a breath, his cock twitching. Whoa! Pain had never caused pleasure for him before. Sure, a solid workout and exhausted muscles felt good, but this was on a whole other level.

"Stay with me, Toy." Kage walked around the bench, tapping a riding crop on his palm. So that was what he'd used.

Finley's eyes glued to the crop and how the soft end patted the leather pouch covering his cock. Finley shook, rattling the chain his wrists were bound to.

"M–" Finley bit his lip to prevent himself from begging for more. He remembered what happened to Dylan, and he desperately wanted to come from Kage's ministrations tonight.

I'll be a good Toy.

Kage tutted, smacking the riding crop over the padding on the bench in front of Finley. His finger tracked Finley's leg from knee to hip, where the buckle of his jockstrap was. Finley held his breath when Kage pulled the leather with a sharp tug, parting the sides.

Finley's hard cock pressed against the loosened pouch of the jockstrap and it took only a flick of a flogger to reveal his hard-on to the audience. Finley breathed faster as Kage dragged the soft end of the flogger along the length of his dick to the pulled-back foreskin and the glistening tip.

A thwack sounded.

Finley flinched, his whole body tensing. But nothing hurt.

Kage's low chuckle was evil and insanely sexy at the same time. The fucker had smacked the bench next to Finley's cock instead. What a mindfuck.

"You're so much fun to play with." Kage traced his thumb over Finley's lips then dipped it in. "Suck."

Finley did so, swirling his tongue around it as the scent of leather filled his nose. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he looked up to meet the soft gaze of the Dom whose smile was so wicked Finley moaned and sucked harder.

Kage's lips parted, and he licked the bottom one. No way was he affected by Finley. Could he be?

With a lewd pop, he extracted his thumb and disappeared from Finley's field of vision.

Wet pressure between Finley's cheeks. Was that what Kage's cock would feel there? Finley's mind raced. Calm down, it's just a thumb.

Finley pushed his ass back, but Kage only traced the rim of Finley's asshole.

"What's your safeword?"

"Glass," Finley replied on a whimper.

"Do you wish to use it?"

"No," Finley said, with more snark than he'd intended. The tip slipped in. "Ah." It was so thick, so foreign, Finley clenched involuntarily.

"Then let me in." The whispered words sent shivers through him. Kage licked the delicate shell of Finley's ear then kissed the spot behind it.

A long exhale left Finley's lungs and his hole accepted Kage's thumb.

Was it really that? It felt so much thicker.

The slight burning sensation was uncomfortable, but the stretch was so good, it made it worth it. Then Kage moved the digit in and out in a slow glide, drawing broken whimpers out of Finley.

He was playing with him. Pushing him. Then again, it was exactly what Finley had asked for on his form. Finley's cock dripped precome on the bench, twitching with every delicate movement of Kage's thumb until the Dom slid it out and massaged the rim. He wished he could stroke himself. Fuck, if Kage would do it for him, he could come in seconds.

The chain above him rattled, and the rope tying Finley's wrists to it became loose. Kage caressed Finley's back along the spine, then added pressure between his shoulder blades.

"Bend forward." Kage guided Finley to fold at a forty-five degree angle, then poured something slippery all over his backside. The exotic floral fragrance that filled the air reminded him of a massage parlour he'd dropped off a friend at once.

Kage placed the bottle on the rolling table. It was some kind of oil called Ylang-Ylang. It smelled fantastic.

Firm hands massaged his ass, sliding over Finley's rim and past it.

"Tease." The word left Finley's mouth without thought and it hit him what he'd done only when the massage stopped. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"You learn fast. But you need to do better." Kage pushed a finger into him, deeper than before. Or so he thought.

Finley gasped but stayed in place, focusing not to clench around it. Was it just the tip or more? Kage's fingers looked so slender, but inside Finley they felt enormous. When a second one joined it, Finley released a moan. The stretch was glorious, nearly too much, yet not enough. Kage glided the digits in and out with a motion so languid Finley wanted to push back onto them, but at the same time, he didn't want to disappoint his Dom.

His only for this session.

"That's a beautiful tight cunt. I'd love to ruin it."

Holy hell. Finley whimpered at the thought of Kage fucking into him, hard and fast. Yes, please.

"Oh, you'd like that," Kage said in his guttural yet melodious voice. "Not today."

Tease! Finley didn't say it this time but clamped his teeth together.

"Your gorgeous ass is nice and open. It's ready to take a plug." Kage swirled the digits inside one more time, then pulled out.

Finley clenched over the emptiness and looked towards the rolling table. His shoulders hurt from the angle his hands were at but he had bigger concerns now.

How big was the plug? He should have prepared himself with toys more. Fuck.

Kage must have seen his panic and appeared in his field of vision with a small piece of silicone with a hoop at the wide base. It wasn't tear-shaped like the one Finley had found online, but crooked and round at the end. Oh. Was it for his prostate? Holy hell. Thank fuck he'd done so much research.

"What's your colour, Toy?"

Finley grappled to recall their discussion, the form, and the scenes he'd witnessed.

"Green." He swallowed, his gaze still on the silicone. Oh yes. "Green, Sir."

"You're doing very well so far." Kage dragged the silicone tip along Finley's crease as more oil joined the action. "You'll come when I tell you. Don't disappoint me."

"I won't." Finley squeezed his eyes shut and took several quick breaths.

The glide of the plug inside was smoother than he'd expected, and after a few in-and-out movements, his rim closed around the slim part before the base.

It stretched him while staying firmly in place. Finley's cock released more precome and twitched, smearing it over the padded leather.

"Sit up." Kage guided Finley's back straight and loosened the chains above him. "Let your arms rest and the blood flow." He placed Finley's still-bound wrists on the bench then straddled it, facing Finley.

With the length of new rope, he secured Finley's waist to the bench. Now, he couldn't thrust his hips even if he dared to.

Kage proceeded to weave the jute around Finley's torso in an intricate pattern, creating a gorgeous jute corset. Snug, but surprisingly comfortable. It controlled his intake of air, however, and Finley found himself calming at the restriction, evening out his breathing.

He was bound and free at the same time.

He had no choice but to stay where Kage put him. No decisions to make. His mind was empty and clear.

Only whatever Kage would do to him next existed.

Then, Kage lifted Finley's arms up again, stretching the bindings so that Finley's back was ramrod straight.

Kage coated his hands with the nice smelling oil and rubbed Finley's nipples. Tendrils of arousal spread from his hardened buds, through his body and to his cock. Finley sucked in a breath and released it on a moan. Fuck, his nipples had never been so sensitive.

"Such a good Toy." Kage's voice was low and guttural. Was he affected? Finley chanced a glance between them and sure enough, the leather on Kage's crotch formed a significant bulge along his leg. Finley licked his lips. He wanted to nuzzle the spot, nip and lick Kage's cock while inhaling the scent of leather and male musk. Would he let him? Maybe he should ask?

Sharp pain zinged through his nipples, and he yelped.

"Stay with me, Toy," Kage said and massaged the buds he'd just mercilessly pinched. "Look at me."

Finley snapped his head up to meet Kage's gaze. Fire, lust, and… care. Fuck, he could get lost in those eyes.

"Do you want to come today?" Kage's voice turned sharper.

"Yes. Please, Sir." Finley heard his own words as if through a tunnel, muffled and with a needy tinge. He was high on everything around him. The squeeze of the bindings, the pressure of the plug, the scent of the oil. And the gorgeous Dom in front of him.

Master Kage could read him like an open book, anticipating what he wanted even before Finley could think of it. No wonder he was so good at this. As if his eyes were able to take in every twitch of a brow and muscle and interpret it in a way that let him know exactly what Finley's body wanted.

Kage was looking down between them, pouring oil over Finley's hard-on.

Oh fuck, he was going to—

Kage wrapped his warm, slick hand over Finley's cock and stroked.

The mewl that left Finley was a thank you and a plea for more as his eyes rolled back. The squeak of the Dom's grip on Finley's cock, the perfect rhythm inched him to the edge. Yes, fuck yes.

"No." The sharp command and the smack on Finley's cheek sobered him. It hadn't been hard but enough for Finley to look at Kage. "No coming until I allow it. Unless you want to use your safeword."

"No." Finley said through gritted teeth and pulled on the bindings holding his hands up. The chain above him rattled along with Finley's growl of frustration but he worked his abdominal muscles to stave the release. He focused on the sharp angles of Kage's gorgeous face, his chest gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, and the silver padlock necklace dangling on his neck. A long neck Finley could lick for days.

Kage leaned into Finley, cheek to cheek, and oh how Finley would love to hug him, to hold on to him. To fuck into the grip hard and fast until he came.

But Kage had other plans. He reached around Finley and pressed on the plug, firing up heat deep inside, spreading to his abdomen and balls. Then he pulled it out and pushed back in, while jerking Finley's cock. Grateful for the rope, Finley gripped it and held on for the final seconds of the ride. Because he reached his station.

"Kage—" Finley nuzzled his cheek against the Dom's. "Please. Fuck, I can't hold it."

A low rumble left Kage, then he licked up Finley's neck to his ear.

"Then come for me now." He sped up his hand on Finley's cock, creating lewd, wet sounds. Similar to when Finley wanked to the thought of Kage touching him, the idea of a moment like this.

Finley was almost there, and he turned his head towards his Dom. He wanted a glimpse of his eyes.

He got so much more.

Kage captured his lips in a slow kiss that Finley returned with desperation. Finley's body burst into fire and he let out a rumble from deep within his chest and into the kiss. He shook, coming on Kage's hand and the bench, mewling, straining in his bindings, rattling the chains above him. Then, he was floating in his Dom's embrace, tasting his tongue, living in the moment of perfection. Impossibly, every feeling in his body and mind was new, unlike anything he'd experienced before.

He was alive.

Kage broke away and Finley chased his lips, to no avail. He hung lax, held up only by the ropes, his head still halfway in some place far away from reality.

Pressure. Pull on his rim from the inside.

"Push out, Toy. Give me the plug."

Finley grunted, and the hollowness of his ass was like the feeling in his soul. Empty.

It was over.

His eyes stung at the thought but he ground his teeth and waited for what would come next.

The chain rattled and the pain in his shoulders returned as he slumped forward on the bench. Kage's hand on his nape held him in place, but the warmth of it was soothing.

"Stay still. I'm going to cut the rope off."

Finley nodded, his cheek on the warm spot where Kage had been sitting. He licked it, but tasted only leather.

Cool metal along his spine. The squeeze on his chest was gone. He took a deep breath and released it in a sigh. Kage freed his ankles, massaging where the cuffs had been.

"Can you walk?"

Finley heard the question through a haze. "Yes."

The Dom helped him shuffle to the back rooms. Finley frowned when they passed room 15 and Kage touched his keycard to the reader at the door to Room 8. Maybe Lucy got the numbers wrong.