Master Kage waited, his eyes narrowed.
“Yes, Sir.” The Sub straightened his shoulders and looked at the implements aligned on a rolling table.
“We will use the traffic lights system today.” Kage tightened his grip on the leash, pulling gently but enough to bring Dylan’s attention back to the Dom. “What is your safeword?”
“It’s red, Sir.”
“And what will you say when you want to slow down?”
“Yellow, Sir.”
“Very good. Your Mistress will observe and judge your submission, but for the duration of the session you’re mine and you will obey me as you would your Mistress.”
The possessive words shot straight to Finley’s cock.I wonder how would it feel if Kage called me his, even if just for an hour?
Finley had heard stories of many subs kneeling in front of Kage, yet not one of them had become his for longer than the duration of a session. The perks of tending a bar were also its downsides—listening to people’s stories. Loose-lipped patrons kept Finley in the loop about the goings on in the club, new relationships forming, which public scenes moved the patrons the most, as well as their personal heartbreak tales.
Finley hadn’t been surprised in the slightest when people confessed their fascination with Master Kage, but he’d found it fascinating how many people wished for Kage to take them as a sub, even only for training, or under a closed contract for three months. A young man had confessed that he’d been booking sessions with Kage because that had been the only time when he’d felt safe, cherished, and could float in subspace. So of course, he’d fallen for Kage and had his heart broken when Kage had told him he wasn’t taking subs. But then, thanks to Kage, he’d known what to look for in a Dom and finally found someone who took care of him in and out of the bedroom. One evening a lady told Finley a similar story, and he’d known since then that Kage’s rules were not a front for his Dom persona, they were commandments he lived by.
“When we’re done, I will return you to the care of your Mistress,” Kage said and Finley refocused on the scene.
“Thank you, Sir.” Dylan’s hard-on twitched, and he released a shaky breath.
Me too, mate, me too.
With a wave of his hand, Master Kage invited the man towards the bench, and Finley stood close enough to catch the Sub’s safeword and his promise to use it.
The stark contrast of Dylan’s slightly cocky demeanour to the meekness of the young man who’d subbed for Master Kage the week before resulted in a shift in the Dom’s behaviour. He was still calm as he snapped the black rubber gloves on, but he was more strict when addressing the sub.
Lucy had mentioned that he curated a bespoke experience for every person who he accepted for a scene, and Finley could tell how the Dom met the needs of those who submitted to him, aiming to deliver their dreams. It was push and pull, give and take and Master Kage seemed to attune himself to whoever gave up control over their body to him for the night.
Finley’s attraction to people transcended gender, so it wasn’t the fact that Master Kage was a man that drew him, it was the person himself. Something about Master Kage pulled Finley in. The heat of the squirming bodies around him made him perfectly aware that he was one of many who felt that way.
From his vantage point near the stage, Finley had a splendid view of Master Kage preparing for the scene. Instead of rolling his sleeves up like the previous time, he took the shirt off altogether. The net vest he had underneath clung to his lean frame and revealed a gleaming set of piercings on both nipples. The tiny balls on each side of the bud caught the overhead light.
Was there someone in Master Kage’s life who was allowed to taste them? To slide their tongue over them?
A shuffle and low, heady murmurs travelled through the audience who watched with rapt attention. Master Kage arranged Dylan to lie on his front on the bench, his legs bent, heels touching his buttocks. The strands whooshed through the Dom’s hands as he weaved it to bind Dylan’s ankles to his thigh. He spread the Sub’s thighs wide, exposing his ass to captivatedpatrons. Then he proceeded to wrap the rope around the man’s waist, securing him to the bench, then bound Dylan’s crossed wrists to the rope at his lower back. His sure, yet careful movements were hypnotising and the result was a work of art in the form of a man at his Dom’s mercy.
“Move your fingers for me,” Master Kage walked around, checking the ropework. “Good boy. You will say yellow if any part of your body tingles or goes numb, and red if you feel bad pain or want me to stop. Is that clear?”
Dylan wriggled as if to check if he was comfortable. The movement drew Finley’s attention to Dylan’s cock that oozed precome onto the bench.
“Yes, Sir.”
This time, Finley was close enough to hear the conversation he’d missed out on when he’d watched the scenes from behind the bar. It gave him a better insight into the rules and fucking hell, was he turned on. And it was just the beginning.
Master Kage ran his fingers over the rolling table, making a show of contemplating what to use. The man could be an actor if he wished, and the audience would lap up his performance. Finally, he lifted a bamboo cane and showed it to the Sub.
Dylan’s cock twitched on the bench between his spread legs.
Master Kage hovered the cane above Dylan’s ass, and the Sub’s breathing quickened. Hell, half of the audience was holding a collective breath in anticipation. Finley included.
But Kage took his sweet time before he patted the sole of the man’s foot with the stick in rhythmic motion, then sped up on the other foot.
The Sub whimpered, struggling in his bonds, but his cock remained hard.
Master Kage stopped and glided the thumb of his free hand over the reddened skin of the soles.Ouch.
