As he rode down the street, Ellery finally felt them both leave Arslan’s overreaching presence.The bike, the boy riding behind him, the freedom to do whatever the hell he wanted with both—it all combined to settle something in his soul that had never quite found a way to rest easy in Arslan’s house.
It was just Ellery and Kefir now, and the little lion was bloody good at doing as he was told.Kefir held on tight.So tight, it wasn’t easy for Ellery to breathe whenever they happened to turn too many corners in quick succession.
Right from the first moment, Kefir clung to him as if Ellery was suddenly the only point of safety in a world that insisted on whizzing past his feet at far too rapid a pace for a kitten’s peace of mind.
By the time they pulled up in the carpark at the back of the club, Ellery was more than a little breathless.And Kefir still didn’t ease his grip on Ellery, until he rose from his seat and dismounted the bike.
As Ellery took off Kefir’s helmet for him, he found Kefir wide eyed, but still, there was no hint of fear.Ellery chuckled at the boy’s enthralled expression.He had the distinct impression that he’d soon be receiving requests which involved Kefir having a bike of his own.Or maybe not.The kitten did like being close to his master, and they couldn’t have got any closer than they had on the ride over without removing significant pieces of clothing.
“Like that, kitten?”
Kefir nodded quickly before looking at the dank little space around them.Ellery followed his gaze to the crumbling brickwork and graffiti that surrounded them.
“Where are we, sir?”
“Somewhere where you’ll be able to see a little bit of my world.”
A sideways tilt of the head was all the answer he received.
“I’ve learned a lot about lions and your pride recently.Now, it’s time for you to learn a little about how some humans do things—from me and not some pillock with a website.”
“Learn about your pride, sir?”
Ellery considered the matter.A group of men who came together to share a mutual interest.There was certainly a bond between the men who played there seriously.Leaders.Followers.Masters.Brats.There were probably worse ways for the boy to think of the club than as a pride.“Something like it.”
Picking up the handle on his kitten’s lead, Ellery led him around to the front of the club.It was no more showy than the alleyway.An untrained eye probably wouldn’t even notice the club existed.
The dom working the door that night was an old friend.As they walked past his station, he nodded to Ellery and tossed him the key to the private room he’d booked
Catching the key deftly in the same hand that held the lead, Ellery guided Kefir further into the club.
Even that early in the evening, it was getting both crowded and rowdy.Ellery heard the howls of laughter coming from the communal changing rooms as they walked past them.
He’d been right.A private room was definitely more Kefir’s pace.
It had been a while since Ellery had visited that particular room.As they stepped inside, he glanced briefly at the set up.A large cage filled one corner.A set of stocks were set up, ready to be enjoyed.Toys filled a wall full of hooks.A suspension kit dangled from the ceiling.Apart from that, there was little decoration.There wasn’t even paint.The walls were all bare plaster.
Ellery turned his attention to Kefir.His eyes went from one item of bondage furniture to another, never lingering on any one piece of equipment for very long but not rushing so fast he missed a single detail either.
Dropping his bag on the table set against one wall, Ellery undid the padlock again.And, as easily as that, Kefir was at his side, everything else in the room forgotten as he came to investigate what his master had brought with him.
A jumble of leather poured out of the bag.
“Put everything you’re wearing in there,” Ellery ordered, with a nod to the empty bag, as the last items spilled out.
Kefir undressed without ever looking away from the table.He tilted his head this way and that, as if trying to make sense out of the objects piled there, to imagine what kind of garments they might become when they were untangled from each other.
Ellery let him wait and wonder until all their street clothes were locked away, and they both stood naked facing the table.
“You can help me with mine first,” Ellery decided.
The leather chaps and waistcoat would have taken him mere moments to put on if he were by himself.With Kefir’s help, it took closer to half an hour.The little lion was blatantly fascinated with the fabric—the texture, the scent, the taste of it.Apparently determined to get the full leather experience, he nuzzled and licked at the clothing as he helped place it against Ellery’s skin.
Ellery watched it all, enchanted by seeing a kitten taking his first wavering steps into a new world and seeming to thrive on everything he found there.
Despite his newfound fascination with leather, Kefir wasn’t inclined to neglect Ellery’s body.That had to be given due attention, rubbed against and caressed at every opportunity, too.Chaps in place and Kefir on his knees before him, Ellery stared down at the little lion as he joyfully arched and rubbed his bare skin against Ellery’s leather clad leg.
He leaned forward and nuzzled at Ellery’s dick, too, but Ellery stopped him from taking it into his mouth with a tug on the lead.Kefir blinked up at him, a little mew of protest escaping from him before he sealed his lips tightly together again as if worried he was wrong to complain.
