Finley would have let Kage fuck him during that scene. Sink deep into his virgin ass, stretch the hole that had never had a dick in it. Kage rearranged his hard-on with the heel of his palm. It didn’t help.
What was worse, thinking of how eager Finley was about experimenting, he wanted him to do it properly, and with items that were designed for it. So he used his discount at Renata’s store next door to the Golden Handcuffs, and sent a package to Finley to wait for him at the club with a note to open in private. Had he tried the prostate massager? The set of dildos to stretch his ass ranging from slim to thick? Had his thoughts been of Kage when he filled himself with silicone?
“Fuck… What did you do to me, Finley?” he said to the empty room as he sunk into an armchair and whipped out his cock. On a moan, he grazed the precome with his thumb, slid his foreskin back, and stroked.
He closed his eyes and saw Finley on his knees, his hands tied, his mouth eagerly open. Kage would go slowly at first, then fuck Finley’s throat until the man would be a crying, blubbering mess. Then, he’d haul him over a padded bench, eat his big, muscled ass, stretch him with his fingers, and sink his cock in balls deep.
“Yes.” Kage worked his dick faster, then gripped his balls with the other hand. He groaned loudly into the emptiness of his flat as his release slammed into him. Thankful for the box of tissues on the coffee table, Kage pulled out a few to catch his come.
Even after a release, he couldn’t get the image of Finley out of his head. Funnily enough, it wasn’t the tied-up, edged-to-the-brink-of-insanity Finley that overtook his brain, it was thethought of him blissed-out and in Kage’s bed. Well, his bed in a rented room in a sex club, but still.
For the past two weeks Finley had been helping Kage set up for scenes. One day, he’d showed up early for work and said he had nothing else to do. Since the security guy who’d been assisting with the heavy lifting was on parental leave, he’d accepted the help. From then on, Finley had been asking questions about every single item they were setting up and referencing the articles he read on Kage’s website. The man had dived ass-first into BDSM and was clearly determined to know everything about it. It was truly commendable. Finley created an easy atmosphere around him, making Kage believe he was the most reliable and trustworthy person out there. He wasn’t the only one, as Jagoda had given him more responsibilities in the security sector. After all, he’d worked for and with Don Murphy for a fair part of two decades and left on his own terms and not in a body bag. And that was impressive.
When he was with Kage, they shared jokes, the club’s gossip Finley swiped from Lucy, and easy touches that Kage liked a lot more than he would admit.
Off duty, Finley was laid back but constantly alert, turning around at every noise.
When Finley wore the security vest, arms folded over his massive chest, stance wide, he was a beauty to behold. No one dared touch him or chat to him, even if they knew him as a bartender. No, he was committed to making sure everyone was safe on stage, and it was clear he wouldn’t be distracted otherwise.
Since his own session, he’d witnessed several of Kage’s scenes from the bar, but only when he was up close did Kage see the intensity of his gaze. And it washed over him like lava he wanted to melt in.
At the beginning, he’d watched with fascination and arousal. Lately, though, he wore an open expression of easy comfort. His demeanour had evolved in a way Kage had never seen before.
He’d had people who applied for a scene, loved it, then kept coming back to watch Kage with a gleam of jealousy in their eyes. Toxic jealousy that ended up with some of them being banned from the club for their behaviour, whether it was jumping on the platform mid-scene or stalking Kage in and out of the club.
That was not Finley. Or at least, not yet. Rather than jealous, he seemed to understand what it meant to be on that stage as a sub, and he not only respected it but enjoyed watching others experience it. That look, his stance, and the way his tongue traced his lower lip, was what Kage saw imprinted on his eyelids when he was going to sleep.
Would his approach change if they had more than one session? Kage would have to keep it strictly about the D/S dynamic. Or else, he might give Finley the wrong impression. Kage’s heart was closed, and he didn’t want to risk hurting Finley. Besides, if things went tits up, both their jobs would be in danger.
The redheaded, hot-as-sin conundrum that was Finley took way more space in Kage’s head than he should have. The extraordinary look in Finley’s eyes when he was on the cusp of falling apart was a glint of an emotion, some kind of feeling that Kage hadn’t seen in anyone else before. He had to see it again.
But he loved his job, he loved bringing pleasure to people, to help those who didn’t know how or physically couldn’t satisfy their partners the way they wanted. But his ultimate goal of every evening was witnessing the open look of trust and gratefulness wrapped up in a cocoon of bliss, right before the sub’s features contorted with orgasms along with their body.
Since he’d met Finley, he found himself daydreaming way too often. A glance at the clock told him he should be leaving thehouse. Today, some colleagues, family, and friends outside of the club were gathering at a pub before Lucy’s performance in a lip sync drag show at the club. Meeting Finley on neutral ground should help see him as another friend, not the main star of his filthiest fantasies.
Kage popped a pill from the blister pack he always kept in his pocket and swallowed it dry. He was used to the taste and the way it jammed in his throat before finally going down. He massaged his hip with the heel of his hand. Hopefully, the small dose would be enough until he returned home. Whenever somebody asked him why he never drank in the bar, he told them it was because he wanted to be sober for the scene. That was true, but he also didn’t like mixing his pain meds with alcohol. The tiny amount he’d taken for the day should let him nurse one drink during the outing.
And he was ready to return to focusing on a different sub each evening.
The Purple Umbrella was famous for its punk concerts in the 70s and 80s, and its long running munches. Many a kinkster started their journey at the Victorian building, modernised for new clientele. The long bar and wooden decor went seamlessly with posters from past concerts and artistic newspaper-themed wallpaper.
“Kage! There you are!” Latif welcomed him with a half-hug. His stylish yet casual suit accentuated his slim build and matched in style with his slicked-back short hair. Before Kage could get a word in edgewise, the man manoeuvred him into an area with tables filled with familiar faces, then disappeared into the crowd, probably to herd more friends.
Kage turned to the group, and his eyes landed on Finley. Breath caught in his throat as tendrils of excitement twirled in his abdomen. Sexual attraction had never made him want to run up to someone, wrap his arms around him, and bury his face intheir neck.Fucking hell.Finley was fucking with his head. And he wasn’t even doing it on purpose.
Swirls of black ink crept up his neck, peeking from the collar of the open shirt that he wore over a t-shirt in an alluring display. It made Kage want to lick him up, push him against the wall and rip off the jeans that hugged his muscled ass oh so well.
Fuck, how did he make the simple outfit so delectable?
He couldn’t see Finley’s freckles from where he stood but his soft smile he directed at the bartender was kiss-worthy. Before it fell as he moved away from the bar. It hit Kage that when no one was looking at Finley, his expression was sad and his eyes had a faraway look of someone lost in his head.
What’s wrong, Finley? Who hurt you?A rush of determination filled him.I’ll make it better, whatever it is.
Except he had nothing to offer. Just his services and friendship. Maybe that would be enough.
“Hello, brother.” A man in a sharp suit stepped in front of him.
“Mike, I wasn’t sure you’d come.” He clasped hands with his younger sibling.
