35. Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five

Most of the private rooms were the same, with beds, cabinets containing sex toys, lubes, condoms, and smaller implements like blindfolds and gags.

On the wall beside the cabinet was a pegboard that held floggers, belts, nylon bindings, leather bindings, and whatever else anyone could need to tie their submissive to the bed or the wall across from the bed.

The entire ceiling was a mirror, and next to the door was a big red button. It was there for safety, something Tango insisted on. If someone was inside and their Dom wouldn't stop when the safeword was called, they could get to the button. If they were tied and couldn't get to it, there was an enormous poster above it, giving instructions for the voice command. "Voice activated safeword," Indio said. "That's fucking genius."

"Tango's good at his job," Sel said, his nerves nearly making him shake apart.

Indio noticed and went to him, rubbing his hands over Sel's upper arms. "You okay?"

"I'm…I'm nervous and I don't know why."

Indio didn't like to show how intelligent he was, and insightful. He enjoyed being quiet and observing, but when he spoke, it surprised Sel with how much he really saw.

"Before, we were shacking up, having some fun. Maybe things were serious, but we hadn't said that yet. Now, this is a new level for us."

"Because you said you loved me. It makes it real."

"Yeah. If you want, we'll just sit here and talk a while and then go down, watch the shows, whatever."

"No! No, I want to be with you. I want this."

"Are you sure?"

Sel was so sure. He was more certain of that than he'd been for anything in his life. "Yes, Indio. I'm sure."

Indio kissed him tenderly, fingers threading Sel's hair, deepening the kiss until Sel's legs felt boneless and he was picked up and set on the bed, Indio moving over him, continuing to kiss him.

As hard as the man could be at times, he was as soft with Sel. It was as if being with Sel allowed him to let that part of him come out from where it had hidden for so long.

A hard childhood, a hard life, to have someone that let him be soft, it made Indio push back against it a few times, but when he embraced it, those were their best times.

Indio moved off the bed and took off Sel's shorts, staring down at him, like he couldn't believe his luck. He undressed, hardly taking his eyes from Sel, and when he walked over to get the nylon bindings, Sel's stomach did a flip.

He was tied to the metal headboard, arms spread apart, and his body was caressed by Indio's callused hand. His legs were free while Indio kissed him, touched over him, pinching his nipples gently, running fingertips over Sel's dick.

When he tied Sel's legs, they were tied to the same slats as his hands were tied to, so he was doubled in two, and Indio laughed wickedly before licking his lips. "Nice."

"Can you get the plug out now? It's…very uncomfortable."

"When I'm ready."

More chills went through him at Indio's dominance. It came so easily to him, like he'd been searching all his life for some kind of control. Well, Sel knew he could have all he wanted. That was a gift to give to the man for all the good feelings Indio gave him daily.

Indio got on the bed and played with the plug, moving the base as much as he could to tap it against Sel's prostate a few times. Sel was crying, "Please! It's making me nuts!"

"Shh. Shut the fuck up."

Sel had to laugh, and then the laughter stopped as Indio got off the bed and walked to the pegboard.

Sel's leg was in the way, so he tried to move to see what Indio was grabbing, but when Indio noticed him moving, he told Sel to stop. So, Sel stopped.

He stared up at the mirror, seeing his reflection there, spread like some slut, hole right there, ready to be used as soon as that black plug was out of him.

When he saw what Indio had grabbed, Sel's eyes got huge. "A cane? A damn cane?"

"I could use the flogger, but in that position, your pretty dick is right there, in a very bad spot, and one little whip gets loose, and…"

"Okay, okay! The cane! Damn, you got mean fast!"

"Don't make me gag you."

Sel bit his lips shut and then Indio laughed. "Okay, one more word. What's your safeword, Sel?"

"Banana."

"And what's your go word?"

"Orange."

"Good boy."

The caning hurt like fire. From the first rather soft strike, all the way up to the hardest, Sel wailed like he was being killed. It hurt, and the pain spread like a wildfire across his legs, ass, making his entire body heated.

He closed his eyes, and the images there were not what he expected. What he saw was that Montana sky, those wispy clouds he'd seen earlier that evening, how they slowly moved across that gorgeous blue.

The fire that turned warm, then cool, and finally cold as he was dipped into the drifts of snow that had been all around the ranch, causing them to park the bike in the garage for months while they cruised the roads of the ranch in Sel's SUV.

How they'd laughed, listening to old rock songs, the bumpy roads causing him to reach over and grab onto Indio. It was freezing, but the cold never bothered him, because Indio had been there to keep him warm.

Yes, he'd known for a very long time that Indio loved him. It was impossible not to see it in those expressive eyes. The cane was nothing compared to that, and he turned the pain of it into something more, something deeper.

Each strike of that cane was a beacon, showing him the way home. It wasn't the house that had been built for them, or even the ranch itself. It was Indio. Indio was home.

When he came back to the room, he heard a chanting. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and it took him a moment or two to realize it was him chanting.

Indio had stopped caning him and was getting into position to fuck him, like he'd asked, but Indio saw his eyes focusing, asking, "Are you okay?"

"I'm…fucking great."

"Still want to fuck?"

Sel nodded as he said, "Yeah. Yeah, I wanna fuck."

The plug was removed, and Indio replaced it quickly, pushing all the way inside him to the hilt. Sel let out a weak wail, then croaked, "Don't hold back. Take me back there."

"Where?"

Sel just laughed and asked again, "Fuck me, please?"

Indio started in and fucked him with hard, driving thrusts. His eyes tried to capture Sel's and hold him there, in the moment, and Sel was there, but it was as if he'd split. Sel's mind returned to all those moments together, over the months, how they'd grown closer, falling in love.

Like little flashes or movie clips, he watched their life together, even as he looked into the love Indio had in his eyes on that bed, in that private room.

Their friends, their home, sitting outside on warm days, watching the sun setting, the light show in the sky. The times when they sat in the kitchen, trying new things that Binx brought them to try as he filled his café menu.

Playing with the dogs together at Sel's uncle's place. All of it, all the little moments that made them a couple.

Indio fucked him so hard, the bed banged on the wall, and Sel was brought back fully to that room, and the banging was so loud, he felt like the entire club would hear them.

He didn't care a bit. He wanted them to hear, wanted them to know he was in that room with the guy who loved him, getting fucked by that big dick. He spurred him on, screaming for Indio to fuck him harder, and Indio's triumphant smile lit his face.

Indio grabbed the top rail of the headboard and used that for leverage to stretch long and lean over Sel's doubled body, blasting inside of him, his face intense, his eyes heated.

God, what a beautiful man. That crazy Azteca mask tattoo on Indio's chest almost glowing from the heat that was between them.

When Indio came, Sel took one look at him and came, too. It was like they'd meshed; they'd become one person. Sel had never been so happy in his life.

Indio got him loose of the nylon straps before he collapsed on the bed, huffing harsh breaths. "You are insane."

"I know."

They were covered in sweat, and Sel's lower body ached from the rough fucking, but Indio gave him aftercare, holding him for a long time, kissing his cheeks, his lips, and rubbing ointment on his welts while Sel sipped water from the mini-fridge.

That may have been the best part, having Indio fussing over him, the tender kissing, soft words of praise. "You did so good, baby. God, you're so beautiful like that."

Sure, the welts hurt, but he felt so good. He didn't even feel the stripes on his ass and legs much until he pulled up his shorts a little later. It felt like he was rubbing shards of glass over his skin. "This fucking hurts!"

"Sure is pretty, though."

Indio was already dressed, and he made Sel bend over the bed so he could admire his work. "Damn, those are red and angry."

"You're terrible," Sel said, then spun around, throwing his arms around Indio's neck. "I am so crazy about you."

"You'd have to be."

"Well, I am. Let's go watch some shows and visit with people. I want to show off my welts."

"Kinky! I like it."

The leash was reattached to Sel's harness, and they descended into the main floor of the club, watching Jace laughing as he spoke with Burke and Joel. Indio pulled him over to them and started talking to the men. "Hey, guys, what did we miss?"

Jace laughed and Burke said, "Damon's being his showman self. He keeps getting on stage and everyone loves him."

Sel was standing quietly until Burke noticed him. "You look like…hell."

"Thanks," he drawled sarcastically.

"I just mean you look like you got…laid?"

Indio laughed and made Sel turn around. Both other men gasped and then applauded Indio. "Very nice," Jace said. "I'll bet you've wanted to do that for a long time."

"You have no idea."

"Hey! Rude!"

Theo and his huge partner came over then. "They're always rude. Nice stripes, by the way."

Sel said, "Thank you."

"Burke, Jace, behave or I'll tell your subs."

"Don't do that," Jace groaned. "Damn Theo, you know Roland will lecture my ear off for hours."

"And you'd deserve it."

Making their way back around to their table, it wasn't easy, but he sat in the chair and they watched a group of the go-go boys dancing, getting money stuffed down their briefs. Indio was watching a little too closely, and Sel moved over to tell him, "You're not the only jealous one in this relationship, Mr. Baca."

"Oh, yeah? You're jealous?"

"I also have a wide assortment of guns at my disposal."

"You're so sexy when you're all mafia like that."

The night was so great, and everyone enjoyed themselves so much that he heard again and again from the people coming to him they'd be back, most wanting annual memberships so they could go any time they liked.

Sel heard them, saw their faces, just alive with excitement.

He saw much the same the next day as Indio rode him through to the resort, parking in the lot so they could walk along the wooden sidewalks, men carrying bags from shopping, men with satisfied and joyous expressions from eating in Binx's restaurant.

As they were sitting down to eat there themselves, Sel's phone went off and he answered it quickly. "Hello?"

It was Blaine. "Sel, she went into labor. We're going to the hospital now. Can you find Ruben? She wants him there. She's very frightened, as we are. She's three weeks early."

"I'll find him, and we'll get to the hospital."

Binx was coming out of the kitchen to see them when he saw them getting up from their table. "What's wrong?"

"Bonita went into labor. She's having the babies, and they're early. Can you call Ruben and have him meet us at the ranch office?"

"Ruben isn't at the ranch today. He went with Marius to the lake. There's no service there."

"Which lake?"

"The one up by your house."

Indio and Sel ran to the bike, and they rode like the wind to the lake closest to the compound, where they found the two men right away. Ruben was fishing and Marius was laying in the sun on a towel by the shore.

"Hey! Bonita's in labor! They want us all at the hospital!"

Ruben left the pole in the water, and they got into Marius's car and followed them out of the ranch and through Redbud on their way to Billings.

By the time they made it into the waiting room, Dante was there, hugging Blaine in the center of the room. Sel's stomach dropped, fearing the worst, but once Dante spotted them, he went to Ruben first. "She's fine, and she wants you in there with her."

Ruben left, but Marius asked what they were all wondering. "And…and the babies, Dante?"

Blaine blurted through his sobs, "They're both fine! Healthy, just a little small, but…but it's normal for twins! They're fine!"

Sel hugged Blaine as he sobbed more, and Sel even cried. For so long, his uncles had wanted to be fathers, and like the magic place it was, they'd found their dreams there.

The nurse brought the babies out for the two dads to see, and Dante started sobbing the second he saw his sons. "God…God, they're both so beautiful."

Blaine's tears had dried, and he took one baby into his arms like he'd been doing it for years. "Hey. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm one of your dads."

Dante was just blubbering, but he took the other baby, and he looked like he was scared to death. "What he said."

Sel looked into the little faces, and right away, he saw the Carrillo baby, and the Matthews' baby. The Carrillo boy looked like Cesar when Cesar was first born. Blaine's was a pretty little thing with a pale face and full cheeks.

And, of course, the Carrillo baby was screaming bloody murder while Blaine's lay quiet, looking up at his father like he knew he was safe and secure.

"Which is which, I wonder," Dante said and every eye in the place rolled.

Blaine said, "They're both ours, they're both beautiful."

"Right. Right, okay, yeah," Dante said.

Barry came out of the delivery room, smiling. "I just asked Bonita to marry me."

After everyone congratulated him, Blaine asked, "Is she okay with this? No regrets?"

"Her? You don't know this about her, maybe, but she doesn't easily change her mind about anything. She's proud to have done this, and she's already told me she wants a few of our own now."

"She's always a part of their lives, Barry," Dante said to him. "You, Ruben, you're all family."

"She knows that. I do too, Dante. They're awful cute, aren't they?"

"They're…perfect," Dante said, and he sobbed all over again.

Back at the ranch, they got home, ready to fall into bed and sleep for hours, but Indio held him back from opening the front door.

"What's up, babe?"

"I'm not saying soon, because…with my fucked-up dad, I'm too afraid still, but…but I'd like to try. Someday."

"I'd love that too, Indio. Someday."

The end