“Does Dylan know?”
“Yes. I talked to him and his Mistress. I didn’t tell them who you were, but that you have signed the club’s NDAs. Besides, your job allows you to view the videos recorded during sessions to check nothing fishy happened, so we’re good on that front. The Mistress wants to be alone with the Sub for the aftercare, so I’ll be back with you when the session is over.”
“Do you watch the recordings?” Finley remembered seeing the camera when he’d stepped on the stage for the first time. Now he had questions.
“Not often. They are automatically deleted after 24 hours. That’s enough for me to analyse the scene and make sure anything that went wrong won’t happen again. Or take a note of the things that the sub I worked with enjoyed the most,” Kage replied from behind Finley as he was fiddling with the steel equipment there.
“Do you have the recording of our first session?” The sheer memory of it sent a tingle of excitement in Finley’s abdomen.
“No. I deleted it.” Kage traced the curve of Finley’s ass, then up his spine.
“Did you watch it?” Finley had to know.
“Yes.”
“Did you fuck your fist thinking about me?”
Kage slid his hand into Finley’s hair, and Finley prepared for the pain of a pull. Instead, Kage leaned to meet Finley’s gaze.
“I did. And I was terrified at the powerful hold you had over me. So quickly.” Kage released a shuddered breath. “You were magnificent that night.”
“I hoped I wasn’t the only one feeling that connection but, you hid it well.”
“I promise I won’t do that anymore.” He flicked the weight linking Finley’s nipples, sending it swinging. Fuck, the sting went straight to Finley’s cock.
“Good.” Finley glanced down at his handcuffs, then wiggled in the swing. “I can get up and leave when you’re not here.”
“That’s the point. I need you to want to be edged for the length of the scene while you’re waiting for me to return.” Kage unbuckled Finley’s red jockstrap and tossed it aside, freeing Finley’s cock. He scooped a dollop of precome on a finger and sucked it into his mouth, making a show of tasting it.
“This will be torture.”
“The best kind. You’ll love it.” Kage took out another box and laid out the contents of it on the bed at Finley’s side.
The set of flat patches with thin cables were similar to those Finley had seen in hospital before. Except Kage didn’t attach them to Finley’s chest—he secured them to his balls.
“Electro-stim was on your want-to-try list. So how about—”
“Ah, fuck!” Finley yelped when a jolt ran through his sac.
“How was that?”
“Good. Holy shit.”
“Was that too intense?”
“No. My reaction was more of a surprise than shock. Give me more.”
Kage chuckled and clicked through settings on the electronic pad. Finley had read about these. The next zap reverberated through him until he clenched his ass on the plug.
Fucking hell, how was he supposed to wait like that and not come? Kage was so amazingly evil. “How did you plan all this so quickly?”
“You’re very inspiring. And my fantasies run deep when it comes to you, so I’ve been thinking what I could do to you for a while. Now, to the best part.”
“You’re not done?”
“Your cock will remain untouched, but everything else needs a workout.” Kage grabbed the base of the plug which was keeping his come inside Finley and pulled. “Release it. That’s it.”
Finley felt the emptiness, then Kage’s fingers grazing his open hole.
