Today, the partner chair was occupied by a petite man in a latex dress. He tilted his head in concentration as he watched Kage bind his naked husband face-first to a bench. The sub was a big furry man, with short brown hair and a neat beard. As always, Kage was focused on the meticulous work, weaving the rope to trap the sub like a spider would a fly.
The scene was mesmerising, but Finley’s mind drifted to his situation with Kage. Lucy had spun the facts Finley had presented to her into an optimistic version, but had she been right? Had Kage taking Finley to his room that first night meant anything to him? Kage sure as fuck had acted like it didn’t.
Kneeling in front of Kage during a scene, or spreading himself open in bed, Finley would be willing to beg for his cock, call him Sir, and whimper every time Kage called him his Toy. But outside of a sexual scenario, he wouldn’t. He’d learned about the master/slave dynamic and 24/7 arrangements, but he was not made for that, and he was sure Kage wasn’t either. Or he would have a slave by now, as confirmed by the excited people around Kage’s stage during his scenes.
Finley had never felt that zing, that connection with anyone but Kage, and he refused to give up. He’d respect Kage’dboundaries, challenging the man only enough for them to stay friends.
A loud smack split the air and the lady next to Finley flinched and held onto her companion, bringing Finley out of his thoughts. When Kage’s gloved hand landed hard on the sub’s hairy ass-cheek again, he yelped into the gag, his body tensing then relaxing. Kage stretched his exposed rim open with his thumbs, reached for the large bottle of lube and generously squirted it over the man’s crack, then his hand. It elongated like see-through slime and Kage wrapped it around his hand, then teased four fingers into the man in a “chef’s kiss” gesture. The Sub let out a delighted squeal and wiggled as if to impale himself, but the ropes around his torso held him to the bench. The ball in his fist remained in his hard grip, sending a clear message as to where his head was at. He was more than enjoying himself.
“That’s a good boy,” Kage cooed, his left hand splayed on the small of the man’s back as his right twisted in small circles before his entire fist disappeared into the man.
The awed gasp of the gathered crowd synched with the sub’s moans, and Finley widened his stance to accommodate his growing hard-on.
“Your husband is watching as your hungry hole is swallowing my hand. He must be so proud.” Kage pulled out enough for the widest part of his hand to stretch the rim and held still. “Come here, Simon,” he said to the husband, who approached clicking his stilettos on the planks of the stage. Kage slid out and slapped the gaping hole with a wet squelch, making the Sub whimper.
“You need to watch your fingers when going in.” Kage squirted more lube and dived back in.
Simon nodded. “Yes. I remember it from your notes.” He knelt by his husband’s head and kissed him briefly on the cheek.“Master Kage trained you so well for me. You’re such a good slut.”
The Sub slobbered into his gag, muttering a barely distinguishable “thank you, Sir” as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Several people applauded, some whistled and whooped. In the meantime, Simon returned to his chair where he adjusted his erection, showing his husband how aroused he was from watching him.
Something squeezed in Finley’s chest. He wanted to kiss Kage senseless. Was this jealousy? Analysing his reaction, he looked at every person on the stage. He didn’t want Kage to stop, nor did he want to switch places with the Sub or with the husband. He stood in the perfect spot. If only Kage was his…
A wave of excitement rushed through Finley as he realised that he knew what he wanted to ask Kage about.
In the meantime, Kage sped the movements of his hand, creating a series of rhythmic, lascivious squelching noises that shot to Finley’s groin like little pinpricks of heat, and sent the audience into a moaning frenzy.
Moving his gloved hand out, Kage slid the other in a smooth exchange. By the animalistic sounds the Sub made, he loved it. It was something Finley wouldn’t indulge in, but watching as Kage did it to someone else was an experience he’d be eager to repeat.
The steel cock-cage on the Sub prevented Kage from stroking his cock, but he cupped his balls. He stopped long enough to caress the man’s puffed hole with gentle fingertips, then slid his fist back in. Finally, come leaked through the sub’s cock cage, and the noise he released was so wild, everyone in the club knew he saw stars before his taut body relaxed on the bench, spent and sated.
Kage unstrapped him and escorted him out with Simon on his heels, whispering praise to his husband.
Finley was ready to apologise and ask for one more chance to submit to Kage. Hopefully, Kage would understand.
Chapter Sixteen
Kage
Kage had slept like shit for the past week but, to his utter shock, it wasn’t his recurring nightmare that had kept him awake.
No, it was his fucking drop and the argument with Finley that replayed in his head, over and over. For six years, he’d been scrupulously good at keeping his emotional distance from subs. He’d set that boundary and not once had he ever dreamt of crossing it—not until the day Finley strode into the club.
As soon as Kage clapped eyes on the big redhead with the bulging muscles, adorable freckles, and sad smile, he’d been doomed to break his self-imposed rules.
And lo-and-behold, Finley kneeled like he’d been born to submit.
Kage’s heart had stood no chance. What the hell was he going to do? Finley deserved someone reliable outside a scene. Not a messed-up, damaged Dom whose entire life revolved around the scene. The more Kage pondered his problem, the more he realised this was the one time where he wasn’t going to have complete control. He shouldn’t make all the decisions here—Finley’s heart was far too invested in this for it not to be heard. And if Kage was going to be completely honest with himself, he wanted nothing more than to listen to what it had to say.
First, to make sure he was doing the right thing, he needed a second opinion from someone who knew the object of his obsession. His finger hovered over Latif’s name on the screen of his phone, but he remembered it was his weekend with the girls. He clicked the name below it instead.
“Kage?” Mat sounded groggy. “You okay?”
Shit. What time was it in Barbados now? Buttcrack of dawn probably.
“Yeah. I just need to talk. It’s about Finley.”
