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.
Chapter Eight
Finley
“Kneel. 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.
