“Will you tell me if I ask?” He was in charge, and I was doing my best to behave today. It wasn’t about what I wanted, but about how I could please him so I’d be rewarded.
Blake was quiet long enough I started to second guess myself. I held my breath, waiting to hear how I’d screwed up, momentarily forgetting that wasn’t his style. “Hm, you know, I don’t think I will just yet. Do the limits you set before still stand? Is there anything you’d like to add to the list? I’m not going to take it easy on you because I realize now that was a mistake. Being used however I see fit is what gets you off, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t even sure which of his questions he’d asked, but I also couldn’t remember anything he’d asked before talking about using me. Saying yes was always a good response as long as I trusted him.
I listened to my surroundings as Blake helped me out of the car. There was a familiar stale scent in the air, but I couldn’t place it. He guided me across a parking lot that was more gravel than asphalt. We paused and I heard a doorbell. No one said anything as a door opened, leaving me in the dark.
My heart started racing a few seconds later as everything clicked into place. “Are we at DeSires?”
“We are,” Blake confirmed. “I know it’s not terribly romantic to bring you to work for a special day, but the things I want to do to you require things I don’t have at home.”
“No, it’s perfect,” I reassured him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. “But I hope you know I don’t need anything special. As long as I’m with you, any day will be a perfect day.”
“So damn sweet.” Blake kissed me gently, then cradled the back of my head, pressing my nose against the crook of his neck. Something thumped on the ground and then I was enveloped in his embrace. “It’s not that youneedme to go out of my way to plan special scenes, but youdeservethis and so much more. And before you say anything, don’t even think I’m doing this because I only want to see you strapped to that table while I do whatever I want to you. I want that, but then I also want to scramble your brains at home. This just happens to be something I promised you we were going to do, and I’m a man of my word.”
It was a good speech. From anyone else, it might have come across as empty platitudes, but with Blake, I believed every word. My brain short-circuited asstrapped to the tablereplayed in my mind. Fuck, why was the idea of that so hot?
Blake laughed, the type of amusement that shook his entire body. “Yeah, you like the idea of that, don’t you? Are you ready to get started?”
“Please, Sir,” I begged, my breathing ragged and shallow already.
Blake released me long enough to pick up his bag, then guided me through the club. I wanted to know if anyone was watching us. Whoever had opened the door definitely knew why we were here and what we were doing. The thought both thrilled and terrified me. It was probably better that I didn’t know who was working this morning; if I had, I’d never be able to look them in the eye again.
My anxiety settled once we were through the Lodge side of the club and Blake led me into DeSires. To some, it might be messed up that I was more comfortable in the kinky space than I was on the vanilla side of the club, but I’d always felt like there was an added level of protection on this side. Because of what went on here any given night, it wasn’t open for just anyone to come in and gawk.
Still blindfolded, I had to rely on my other senses to tell me where in the club we were. Blake stopped us in front of the bar. The cooler door opened and shut, and when he returned to me, he pressed a cold bottle of water into my hand. “Drink up. You’re going to need to stay hydrated today.”
He pulled out a stool and helped me onto it. My leg bounced with pent-up anxiety, wiggling faster the longer Blake didn’t say anything to me. I could practically feel his eyes boring into me. I squirmed, shoving my free hand under my leg to keep from touching myself. Eventually, I had to press my lips together to keep from screaming for him to get started already.
The wait was torture.
When Blake finally spoke, his voice was so close I jumped. If he hadn’t been directly behind me, I’d have crashed to the floor. “We’re the only ones here, Danny. If I ordered you to strip right here and put your hands on the bar, would you do it?”
“Yes...Sir.” I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. If he fucked me against the bar, it was going to make work interesting.
“Have you thought about that before?” He pressed his chest against my back, leaning forward so I had no choice but to grab the opposite side of the bar. My face was so close to the polished wood I could smell the remnants of alcohol that had seeped into the grain. “Because I have. You’re so damn tempting when you wear those tight jeans that show off all the hard work you’ve put in to perfecting your bubble butt. Long before I was lucky enough to sink into your ass, I imagined what you would do if I talked my way into staying after close. I’d wait until it was just the two of us before I approached you. And you’d be so needy, you couldn’t bare yourself for me fast enough.”
“We can…please, Sir…I…” I stumbled over my words, trying to figure out what it was I wanted to say. As he elaborated on what he’d do to my body after close some night, I desperately wanted it to be a reality.
Blake reached around and stroked my cock. The layers of fabric muted the sensation, but not so much that my dick didn’t twitch trying to get out. My skin squeaked against the bar as he ground his erection against my ass. “It’s going to happen, Danny. One of these nights, I’m going to tell John I’ll help you close things down, and then I’m going to fuck you. Do you think Sam will watch the security footage? Would you stop me if he walked through the doors to get a till you were too distracted to give him?”
“No, Sir,” I panted. Despite not being able to see, I looked up toward where I was pretty sure the security camera was based on how far we were from the end of the bar. I wondered if whoever let us in was in the office watching their own personal live porn show. The chance of that happening had me leaking precum.
“That’s right. You’d let me plow into you because you want everyone to know you’re mine,” Blake continued. The pressure of his hand on my cock rode the edge of pain, but I was already flying from the pleasure. “You’re too shy to let me fuck you when the club is open, but you enjoy being watched.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I threw my head back when his teeth clamped down on my earlobe and he tugged. “Fuck, boy. Hearing you using your manners is just about enough to make me come in my jeans. Or maybe it’s knowing how desperate you are for me. Going to have you begging before too much longer.”
He didn’t need to wait for that. I felt like I’d been waiting a lifetime to get to this moment, and now he was killing me by drawing things out. And there was no doubt in my mind he would make me wait until he’d had his fun before giving in. “Please, Sir. Want to feel you stretching my hole. Want you to fill me and then bury a plug deep in my ass so I have to walk around all day with your cum inside of me. I was wrong before. I don’t need to wait longer.”
I bit down on my tongue before finishing that thought. I wanted him to take that step with me because experiencing how he took care of me, putting my needs ahead of his libido, made me certain he was the one. There was a reason I’d picked Annandale as my final destination, and now I knewhewas the reason.
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Blake
I don’t needto wait any longer…
