“If you’re so worried about it, the next time you talk to Zeek, ask him what he wants. But–and this is just my opinion–I think he needs a friend like you in his life. From what I’ve heard, he doesn’t have many of them.”
I looked up at him, my eyes wide. “What have you heard?”
Eli shook his head. “Good try, but it’s not my story to tell.”
My shoulders sank. I knew he was right; it wasn’t his information to share. But that didn’t do anything to detract me from wanting to know what Zeek’s deal was. Ultimately, it was up to him if he felt like sharing.
Ezekiel
At exactly half past eight, I pulled into the downtown hotel parking lot. I didn’t have to worry about getting the room, since the Dom that I’d been in contact with already had everything set up. According to him, he liked to have everything needed to do a scene prepared beforehand.
I was going off less than three hours of sleep, if one could call it that, and very nearly crawling out of my skin, so I didn’t even question him when he mentioned that he’d used this place for a number of other clients he’d taken on.
As had become custom, I was plagued by nightmares each time I would begin to drift off to sleep. This time, however, the dreams were focused around the time right before the FBI found me in that basement, along with a handful of others.
Never in my life would I have imagined that I’d be such an easy target, walking from my car into a bar. And the kicker…I had been held barely two fucking hours from where I’d been taken. Two hours!
Before the kidnapping and months of torture that I’d endured, my life had been what many would consider boring. Predictable, even. I had an easy job in an auto shop, a girlfriend, and I enjoyed going out to the bar.
After––well, that was an entirely different beast.
I was so packed full of drugs in an effort to keep me calm, that things were often a blur for days on end. Mom was constantly reminding me to eat and ensuring I was taking care of my own basic needs. It wasn’t until I missed a pill and began to feel somewhat ‘human’, if that were even possible, that I decided to quit taking them all together.
With a yawn, I quickly located an empty spot and threw the car in park. After shutting off the engine, I double-checked my messages to make sure that I was at the right place before heading inside to locate the room number he’d given me.
His instructions in the text were clear, leaving no room for question. He stated that room was located at the back of the hotel and that he would be awaiting my arrival.
Just as I was preparing to exit the car, my phone began to ring for the umpteenth time since I’d left the house. And just like before, the call came from Destri. Clicking the ignore button, I shut the driver’s side door, locked it, and headed toward the back of the hotel like the Dom’s messages had indicated.
“Zeek?” I heard my name being called as I rounded the last section of rooms on the back side of the hotel.
“Yes.”
“My name is Mr. Dixon. However, you are to call me Sir at all times. I am aware of your limits and have prepared the room to accommodate your demands. I have also read all the information you messaged me. Please follow me if you are ready to begin.”
I gave a nod, stuffing my hands in the front pockets of my jeans as I studied him a bit closer, his cold gray eyes watching me.
This man wasn’t your normal Dom. At least not the type I’d seen. His hair was long–down past his chin–oily, and parted to one side. And everything that couldn’t be parted, he simply cut short.
“From this moment on,” he called over his shoulder as he led me toward the room. “You are not to speak unless spoken to. Unless, of course, it is to call your safe word. Bear in mind, if your safe word is used, everything will end. Before leaving, I will ensure you are safe to drive and then you’ll be on your way.”
That was exactly what I was after, so I gave another nod.
A moment later, he came to a stop and pushed open the door to the room, ushering me inside. Before the door was even closed behind us, my shirt was off and I stood awaiting his next command.
“On the wall.”
Glancing around the room, I immediately took notice that the bed had been moved to the far side of the room. Above where it once sat, two sets of ropes hung from the ceiling. The hooks looked sturdy enough, but I knew with the cheap material this hotel was inevitably made with, I could escape if necessary.
At least the man took into account the fact that I requested no chains be used,I mentally noted.
Once I was facing the wall, my back to Sir, he lifted each hand and began wrapping the rope around one, followed by the other. Pulling slightly, I felt a slight give against the hooks. Hell, even the knot around my wrists was loose. Sighing, I allowed my shoulders to relax.
“Do you need a warm up?”
I shook my head, keeping my lips shut tightly.
I wanted the pain. Ineededit. The memories had gotten to be too much and my anxiety was out of control. I felt like I was drowning and I needed my fix before life overtook me again.
