I’ve been running away from my past for too long now. I can’t rebuild the bridges I blew to smithereens. Whilst Robin understood why, I know how much I hurt him, which would’ve angered Kip. I couldn’t live there anymore. Not when I knew that Royal was everything I wanted. Finding out his secret and not talking to him about it is my biggest regret. I know he would’ve disregarded me as too young to know what I wanted. I also know he didn’t think of me as anything other than another brother.
It wasn’t easy to walk away from the safety and love I had in that household, and maybe it was childish behaviour at eighteen. It wasn’t a whim, an unplanned reckless decision to leave. I had applied to universities. I’d gotten the grades and the grants and loans in place, and I picked a place far away from home.
I loved living in Lincoln. I loved my courses and the friends I’ve met, and I found the scene that would fulfil me and give me the lifestyle I craved.
Now it’s time to go home, and I have the perfect excuse. I’ve been keeping up to date with the news in my old hometown, reading the local papers online. Reading the announcement in the Birth, Deaths, and Marriages column, has a smile spreading over my face. I shouldn’t be feeling happy about the death of my birth father, but I am. He was a mean bastard, a callousand cruel man, and I want to watch him disappear through the curtains at the crematorium.
As I park up, I can see the mourners, the sea of black dresses and suits of men and women he probably didn’t give a shit about. Maybe rather than mourning, they are there to see the same thing as me. Then I see my mother and my sisters, all standing stoically, smiling politely as they are spoken to. I wonder if she’s given a thought to me or ever been concerned about what happened to me. I doubt it. She was under his thumb; there’s no way she would have dared look for me.
They all start to move into the building. Once the throng has moved inside, I get out of my car and head in the same direction. I stand at the back of the room and listen to the most boring, mundane eulogies from his business partner, from my older sister. Then my mother stands up at the lectern. She talks of his passion for his business, his love of the city, and his proudest moment as mayor. She talks of his love for his family, his joy at the successes his daughters have made, and the love of his grandchildren.
As she looks up from the sheet she’s reading from and gazes around the room, she sees me. Does she take in my plain, tight white T-shirt, my skinny jeans with the rips at the knees, or is she too shocked to notice? Her words dry up, and for a moment, she’s still, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Then, with a small cough, she looks past me and back down at her paper. It’s enough to have people turning to find what had her fumbling. I’m recognised by a few, and the whispering spreads through the pews. I can’t keep the small smile under control.
As soon as the curtains close behind the coffin, I leave. I start the car and drive to the hotel I’m staying in for the next few days. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. Dare I reach out to the people that loved me when I had no one? I’m not sureyet. I know that Kip is retiring, thanks to another article in the online paper. The gym is now in Knox’s hands, which surprised me. Out of all the brothers, he would’ve been the last one I would have put there. I may take a look and see how different it is now. Or maybe it hasn’t changed at all. Why fix something that isn’t broken? What are the other brothers doing? I’ve held the promise I made to myself not to look up any of them. If I hadn’t seen the death of my father, I wouldn’t have seen the retirement post, and the Foster family would’ve stayed locked away.
When I get back into my room, I flop down on the bed and close my eyes. There’s nothing wrong with having a nap before I get ready for tonight. I have plans and a letter of introduction from the club I’ve been a member of for five years. I’m going to Bound. I’d known that Saint and Royal were both members, and it would kill me when they went, and then it was even worse when I saw the sated, blissed out looks they came home with. Knowing they were fucking or being fucked was a knife through my heart. Well, for one of the brothers, it was.
I wake up later than I planned; it’s too late to go out for something to eat. I’ll have to make do with room service. With it ordered, I have thirty minutes to wait, giving me time to shower and shave.
Nerves flutter low in my belly as the cab takes me to Bound. Which is ridiculous since I’ve being going to clubs like this for years now. What if Royal’s there, will he recognise me? Would that be worse than if he doesn’t? I’ve got a great rep for being what the Daddy Doms want, and I’m perfect when I’m in my head space. My boy is always humming under the surface, ready to play, to let me be me for a while.
“We’re here,” the otherwise silent driver says. I pay and climb out, stretching my back, shaking out my shoulders. I get to the door and show the doorman the letter and am let in. He callsfor his boss, and I wait quietly. I can hear the steady bass beat coming from the club, but that’s not what I’m interested in.
“Memphis?” A tall, incredibly good-looking man approaches me; I can feel the Dom radiating from him. He smiles and holds out his hand. I shake it knowing full well if I met him upstairs, I would lower my eyes. “Hi, I’m Cole, the boss here. Come through to my office; we can go through everything and get you set up. Are you planning to play tonight?”
“I’m not sure, maybe just take it all in, get the vibe of the place. I’ve been looking forward to coming here for a few years now.”
Once in his office, he gestures for me to take a seat. I hand over my letter and sit back. After he reads it, he talks through the mandatory rules and regulations, all the usual club stuff. “You said you’ve wanted to come here for a while; is this a passing visit or are you living in the area?”
“I’m here to stay,” I tell him, surprising myself. I hadn’t been sure what I was going to do. I think it depended on if I got a chance to speak to Royal. If he will even give me the time of day, let alone a chance to explain what happened to make me leave. Then I hand him my credit card and pay the annual membership. I’d worked hard at uni and since, and now I have a business that is successful. I’m not super-wealthy, but I can afford more than the average twenty-five-year-old.
“Let me show you around.” We both stand up, and I follow him out of his office and up the stairs to the second floor. With his hands on the double doors, he turns and grins at me. “Welcome to Bound.”
I gaze around the main room; the walls are black with sconces that give off a low glow, making the room feel candle lit. It’s busy, and the members are dressed exactly as I expected: a predominance of leather and latex. And of course, there’s plenty of naked or near naked men attached by chains to their masters.The sounds and smells are familiar and comforting. As Cole leads me further in, he explains the bar rules, which again are standard, no alcohol before any playtime or scenes. I’m aware of the curious glances, as I’m not dressed as a little tonight. Plus, I’m not looking for anyone tonight. Let them guess who I am for now.
We leave the bar area and head into a large demonstration room. I smile at the sight of a sub strapped to a St Andrew’s cross being flogged and making a lot of noise while his cock drips precum to the floor. “There is normally one or two demonstrations a night. You can speak to any of the staff if you would like to be included in one or if you want to organise one yourself.”
We move on just as the sub is given the command to come, and he sprays spectacularly over the floor. “Next are the semi-private rooms, self-explanatory, I think. Then, further down are the private rooms. These can be booked in advance and are set up accordingly. Otherwise, if there are any free in the evening, you can use one, again talk to the staff or the bartenders.”
“Do you have party nights for specific lifestyles? I’m not an obvious little since I can switch between that and being a boy, but I always want a Daddy to play with,” I say as we pass a room with a window—a little is crawling around on the floor, his dummy in his mouth and his very naked bubble butt on display. The Daddy was throwing a soft ball for the boy.
“We do, usually once a month on a Saturday night. And great news for you, there’s one for Daddies this weekend. There will be littles and boys. It would be a great way to meet the other members.”
Or I could ruin it for someone, but I’ll never know unless I try. I’ve got five days to get ready to see the object of my desires. “That’s great. I’ll be here.”
“Are you okay to look around some more by yourself? You can approach any of the Doms with a black band on their arm if you need anything.”
“That’s not a problem. I’m sure I can find something, or someone, to entertain me.”
“Welcome to Bound, Memphis.”
I watch as he walks away towards the bar where he speaks to one of the bartenders. I wander for a little while longer, and I can feel the eyes of the other members checking me out. I stand proud, happy to be dressed in typical BDSM club wear rather than as a little. I’m not looking for a Daddy tonight.
There’s a large group in the corner booth, taking up the space and spilling out, using chairs from other empty tables. A little curious at all the sounds of laughter and applause, I get closer. Then come to an abrupt stop as I recognise the group. It’s my past family and what looks like a collaring celebration. Turning swiftly, I change direction. In fact, it’s time for me to leave before I get noticed.
I spend time dressing up for tonight. I’m kind of a brat that likes all the attention I can get. So, my sparkly T-shirt and my hotpants that say Boy in sequins on the back. I’m still planning to go to the Daddies night, but tonight, I’m in the mood for some play time. It’s been a while since I got to play and get my bottom spanked. I just hope there’s a Daddy there I like, or more importantly, the only Daddy I want.
“Drake, are you still okay for Saturday?” Our youngest brother is also the most secretive—not in a bad way, but he works as a bodyguard for the high profile and wealthy.
