Holy shit, it was Wednesday. Talk about blue balls.
Master Kage untied the rope from the man’s hair and, with a gentle pull, removed the hook from his ass, letting the steel clatter to the ground. He then massaged around the sub’s hole, over his ass cheeks, and along his back. The soothing groans coming from the Sub, whose body now lay limply, were confirmation of a scene executed with perfection.
Dylan’s eyes were full of adoration and gratitude before he closed them and rested his cheek on the bench.
“Stay with me,” Master said in a stern voice. After repeating the order, he slapped the man on the cheek to wake him, and removed the gag. “Dylan, open your eyes for me.”
Dylan did.
“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered as Master Kage was helping him to his feet. He said the words over and over on their way down the stage, where Dylan’s Mistress joined them. Only when she took Dylan’s hand did Finley notice the matching wedding rings on their fingers. She kissed her husband, and the three of them continued towards the back rooms.
Maybe it was a trick of light, but Finley swore that Kage flinched and grabbed his hip as if it hurt. Had he strained himself holding most of Dylan’s weight as the man shuffled his feet? Hopefully, it was just Finley’s imagination.
He wondered if Dylan wanted an experience with a man or whether his Mistress liked to watch, but the entire dynamic in the scene ripped Finley’s idea of BDSM and relationships into pieces. Hopefully, he’d glue it all together to process how it worked and why the fuck his entire body was on fire and his brain a bowl of mashed potatoes.
Back home, the erotic images from the scene swam in Finley’s head, but the only person whose face he could see as he wanked standing under a warm spray in the shower was Master Kage. Seeing the gorgeous man bring another one to a state of blissful submission was better than any casual sex Finley had ever had.
Finley hadn’t known that kinky play could be so elaborate and emotionally satisfying. He’d never spent so much time on sex, let alone foreplay. It had always been a quick run towards release.
He sped up the pumping with his hand until he came; the orgasm making his knees wobble and he had to catch himself on the slippery tiled wall not to collapse.
A thought hit him. The entire time of the scene, that was the only thing that was on his mind. Complete wipeout of his worries, his past, and grief. He lived to see what Kage would do next.
Maybe it was Master Kage who brought such an intense reaction in Finley, and maybe, Finley just wanted to feelsomething again. Even if it would be an orgasm he’d have to pay for.
But it would be an orgasm at the hands of Master Kage.
Drying off quickly, he stepped into his bedroom. With a decisive plop into his bed, he fired up his laptop and typed what Lucy had told him was Master Kage’s website ‘The Light and Darkness of Kink’.
Watching people kiss at a party was fun, watching porn was nice, but witnessing a scene live from the front lines was an unforgettable experience. A life-changing, sexuality-questioning one.
How would it feel to be on that stage, at Kage’s mercy?
Chapter Five
Kage
Eight years before.
Kage started flipping through the CDs in the glove box when listening to Christmas jingles on the radio became unbearable. “I can’t believe I’m the first man you’re taking to meet your parents.”
“Well, you better. And they can’t wait.” Rohan smiled, but remained focused on the road ahead, his hands on the wheel. Wipers were working overtime to get rid of the snow that hadn’t stopped falling for hours.
It would be Kage’s first winter in the North of England, and it was gearing up to be a true white Christmas. The ground was completely covered in snow, or at least the stretch they were able to see thanks to the headlights. The rest was bathed indarkness. The forest on both sides created a tunnel that looked magical, if not a tad eerie at night.
“There was never anyone like you before, so I didn’t see the point.” Rohan chuckled, the warmth of his tone and words washing over Kage like a blanket of affection. The love he had for this man was insane —something he’d thought himself incapable of before meeting the confident, brown-skinned hottie during his first year at university. Rohan was four years older. It had seemed a lot back then, but now his 29 to Kage’s 25 wasn’t a big deal.
Kage plucked a CD from its box and slid it into the feeder, reaching out to caress Rohan’s short black beard. Oh, how he adored the feel of the coarse hair on the most delicate parts of his skin. Rohan turned to kiss the inside of his palm, his eyes shining with love.
Then he looked back to the road, and his gaze filled with panic. He gripped the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white.
Before Kage realised what was happening, the car swerved as two long streaks of headlights blinded him. When the outline of a trucker trailer’s grill appeared in front of him, he opened his mouth to scream. He didn’t get a chance to make a sound, though, as the windshield cracked and everything went black.
Kage woke up with a start, clutching his leg as pain shot through it. His lungs refused to take in air until he forced himself to gasp a breath. Eight years had passed since the accident and he still relived the event at least once a month.
With a grunt, Kage dragged himself out of bed and limped to the bathroom, cursing the injury, a permanent reminder of that tragic night. A hot shower and warm up exercises for his leg should help him walk into the Golden Handcuffs without hesitance in his step. He didn’t want to limp. He would not. Club patrons thought his occasional appearance with a cane wasa dramatic statement, but his employers and close friends knew the truth. On a bad day, he wasn’t opposed to using the cane, especially during winter or when it was raining. But not today.
It was not because of the new bartender. Absolutely not. Before every session, Kage checked who would be on security detail on the floor to make sure it was someone he could trust to protect him and the Sub from an overexcited audience. Especially after the tragic break-in fiasco from a few months before that landed his friend Mat in a hospital.
