The doorman pulls the wide door open, and I step foot inside my domain.
“I’ll see you later,” Saint says, his mouth close to my ear. He strides away to torment his boy somewhere.
I wander up to the bar even though I’m not drinking anything alcoholic. I never drink if I’m planning a scene, having a clear head is important. Other nights I’m here to meet friends, maybe get my dick sucked, then a having drink is fine. I order a Coke and turn to face the room, checking out who is here. There’s a couple of boys I spend time with; they’ve noticed meand are saying something. I chuckle at the thought of them tossing a coin to see who gets me tonight. I turn my gaze from them to see if there’s anyone else that catches my eye. The back of someone captures my interest. He’s slim with blond hair and a pretty watercolour tattoo of a compass below his nape down between his shoulder blades. After watching Saint tattoo for so long, I always notice a good one. It’s definitely someone new, and they always draw a lot of attention. I wonder if the front is as pretty as his back with the two dimples above a pair of white hotpants that have Boy in sequins over his bum. Even though he’s not a tall twink, his legs are long and slender. I’m intrigued.
But before I can move towards him, Alex pops up in front of me. Did he win the coin toss? I chuckle a little before I greet him.
“Alex, you’re looking adorable tonight.” I let him preen a little under my appraisal.
“Thank you, Mr Royal. I haven’t seen you for a while. Have you been avoiding me?” He strokes a finger over my harness.
“Not at all, sweet boy. Does that mean you’ve missed me?” I lean down to whisper, “Have you been a good boy while I was away, or do you need to be punished?”
“Hmm.” He cocks his head to the side. “Which one gets me fucked?”
“Both, but one will get you spanked first.”
“Then, it’s simple. I’ve been a very naughty boy.” He leans into me. “Please spank me, Daddy.”
“Such good manners. Lead the way.”
Alex takes my hand and leads me to the open playrooms. Unfortunately, when I look for the cute twink with the tattoo, he’s gone. I’ll have to ask at the bar when playtime is over. For now, I dedicate my time and energy into making this boy fly.
Alex walks back into the bar with his arm around my waist and a blissed-out expression on his pretty face. Saint is at a low table, and if I know my brother, it’s a scotch he’s sipping on.
“Thank you, Alex.” I kiss him tenderly, then give his sore arse a squeeze.
He moans at the sore skin, but smiles. “Any time, Daddy, any time you want.”
Saint gives him a wink as he saunters back to sit with his friend, Joey. “He looks like you had fun.” He smirks and takes another sip of his drink.
I catch the bartender and order another Coke. “We did.” I flex my hand, the sting on my palm almost gone now.
“You really should try paddles and floggers; you’d save the sting on your hand that way.”
“Hmm, littles tend to shy away from floggers. A paddle sometimes does the trick, but I enjoy the sting as much as they do. Almost. Did you have fun?”
“We did. I think Noah may be feeling sore for a couple of days. Won’t you, boy?” He looks at Noah, who is kneeling by his side. Noah nods but the smile and hearts in his eyes for Saint shows how much they love each other.
I think of the guy with the cool tattoo and call the bartender back over. “Hey, Rich, who’s the guy with the compass tattoo? I haven’t seen him before. Know his name and his lifestyle?”
“Sorry, Royal, I didn’t see him. You want me to ask around?”
“No, not important tonight, just curious.”
Saint frowns at me, then waits for Rich to move on to someone else. “What was that about?”
“Nothing really, just a guy I didn’t recognise. I only saw his back, and he had a cool tattoo. You ready to go?” I finish mydrink, annoyed that I’d driven and couldn’t have a whisky with Saint.
I drop them off at his place and drive the fifteen minutes home in silence. It’s almost two in the morning, and I want a shower and my bed.
No one can understand why I’m leaving Simon. ‘He’s perfect for you’, ‘he’s a wonderful Daddy’, ‘he gives you everything’, are the comments from my friends. They lament the end of the relationship. It’s all crocodile tears from them; I know at least two of them will be all over him as soon as I drive away. To say Simon is livid is an understatement. He can’t believe after so many years I would up and leave, quoting the years he’s spent training me to be the perfect boy he needed. Yet he won’t commit to me forever. Yeah, the sex has been good; the playtime was fun at the beginning, but Simon has changed. While the punishments are hot—I’ve never been averse to a little pain—they’ve changed. I don’t think he even likes me anymore. He’s become more closed off when we’re at the club. He wants to show me off, but he won’t engage in any scenes or games; he just puts me in a cock cage, letting other Doms see me. I know this isn’t fun for me.
I thought after the last two years together, we’d be going bareback. His reason against it is the mess but isn’t that supposed to be the fun part of sex. When I said it was what committed couples do, he came back with statistics proving me wrong. That there are many men that prefer condoms. The niggling voice in the back of my head taunts me with jibes abouthim cheating on me. I mean, it could be true. I’ve never asked in case I didn’t like the answer.
I don’t love him, and as much as he says he loves me, it’s not real, not a forever love. It’s convenient, practiced, and seemingly perfunctory.
The stupid part is I wanted to love him, but when there’s someone else that’s been locked in my heart for the last seven years, there’s no competition. Simon isn’t the first relationship I’ve walked away from, but he’s the longest and after everything, the easiest too.
