I could only respond with a garbled, “Mm Hmm.” My thoughts were running wild and I wanted nothing more than to be in Zeek’s arms. It was hard to explain, but he’d always had this way of settling my mind, no matter how overwhelmed I felt.
Is he feeling the same way? Did he know it was me? Will he mad when he finds out?Will he let me do it again?
“Drink,” Eli pushed the bottle of water that was sitting on the table toward me, his voice firm.
Oh. Right.
I took a drink from the bottle, letting the cold water soothe my parched throat.
“Zeek appeared to handle it better than I would have expected. Which is a good thing, by the way.” Eli paused, glancing around the club before continuing. “I’m proud of you, Judah. Your strength never ceases to amaze me.”
Ezekiel
Icouldn’t explain what I was feeling as I allowed Mistress Destri to finish my aftercare. Normally, I came back to earth within a few minutes. But this time was different. Never once had I felt as content as I had when the nameless stranger used the flogger against me.
I knew my limits, and I was always careful not to cross them. It didn’t happen often, but on occasion there were strangers that would ask to use me as a learning tool. Most of the time, I didn’t mind one bit as long as I didn’t see faces and I didn’t know names. It was just better that way.
Safer.
However, none of those people who had used me as an experiment ever made me feel so…floaty. Even now, nearly twenty minutes after my session had ended, I felt as though I could easily tumble into subspace at any given moment.
A fact Mistress Destri was well aware of. As much as I liked to fight things I didn’t want to do, when she informed me that I was not to leave the club until I had come down, I decided to follow her lead. The last thing I wanted was to do was end up in the same predicament I’d been in after my last session.
Throwing my dark shirt back on to hide the marks that decorated my back, I followed Mistress Destri like a puppy, hands stuffed into the front pockets of my jeans, as we made our way back out into the main club area. Only thing missing was a leash and collar.
Scratch that––I wasn’t a dog at all; I went willingly.
Eyes trained on the floor, I kept Mistress Destri’s heels in my field of vision as they clicked against the floor with each step, letting me know that I was still behind her by two steps. When she came to a stop a few minutes later, I followed suit, waiting for her to tell me what to do next. I no longer had any thoughts of my own while my mind and body continued to recover. Instead, I looked to Mistress Destri for all instruction.
As much as I hated that in-between feeling, I detested subspace even more. Although, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t often wonder if my reaction would be better if it were done by the right person.
Swaying to the beat of the music filtering through the speakers, I vaguely recalled hearing Mistress Destri’s voice, as if she were speaking from the bottom of a barrel. Of course, it went in one ear and out the other because I knew she wasn’t actually speaking to me.
It wasn’t until I felt a hand land on my upper arm, which caused me to jerk, that I was forced to focus on my surroundings. Slowly, and with far more effort than it should have been, my eyes opened to find a pair that I knew all too well.
“Judah.” His name was a whisper on my lips, the butterflies in my stomach threatening to spill from my mouth.
“Hey, Zeek.”
What is he doing here?Maneuvered into a nearby chair, I did my best to get my hazy mind to focus. Unfortunately, everything was a jumbled mess and I couldn’t make sense of anything.
Before I knew it, Judah was in my lap with his arms wrapped around my shoulders and his face pressed against my neck. As if moving of their own accord, my arms wrapped around him and pulled him into me as close as I dared.
Time passed in a blur, my hazy mind beginning to clear.
Nose pressed into Jude’s hair, I breathed him in as my senses slowly began to return to normal. Face pressed against my neck, Judah did the same. I didn’t understand it, but somehow, the act helped to ground us both when it felt like things were beginning to spiral out of control.
Both arms still wrapped around his waist, I pulled him in closer as his fingers continued to tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. After a few moments, I loosened my hold slightly. After everything we’d been through together, I refused to be the reason Judah hurt.
Ever.
As if reading the dark thoughts flitting through my weary mind, Judah leaned forward and pressed the lightest of kisses against my neck, just below my earlobe.
Never before had I been so thankful for the jock strap that I chose to wear whenever I needed a session. Because for the first time in a long time, my dick was waking up and it was something I wasn’t able to just explain away.
Not until tonight.
Jude pulled back to look at me, his eyes searching every inch of my face as if he feared my reaction.
