Whimpering.
Dios, it’s one of myfavoritesounds to hear. I’m a total simp for it.
Simpering for the whimpering.
Whether it’s the subtle, breathy whines of intense pleasureorpain, a good whimper can unravel me, but no matter what, it’llalwayspique my curiosity and, at the very least, prompt a nice buzz in my balls. So when I overheard it while stalking the private halls of this lovely establishment we call The Edge, I justhadto slam on the brakes and take a quick peek at whoever was responsible for such a titillating sound.Andwhat was causing it.
Sure enough, there’s one of my bartenders, tucked away in a storage closet… Getting a blowjob.
I don’t know his name—they come and go. I’m sure Dominic does. That’s his responsibility. He handles the staff, the members, the patrons… Pretty much everything.
I just own the place; I sign the checks, meaning I get to show up when I feel like it and reap the benefits.
The emperor of anonymity, no one other than Dom knows I’m here. Even the bouncers don’t know who I am. I come in through a special door in the back that only I have the key to, and the security has been instructedneverto question the man in theDiablomask.
Regardless, the bartender isn’t the one I’m focused on right now. His sounds are just your run-of-the-mill gasps and groans.
No, thatwhimpering mouthfulcame from the creature on his knees.
A gorgeous specimen of celestial perfection, crafted of sharp lines and supple flesh.
Jaw-length hair the color of shiny brass blocking me from the full scope of exquisite beauty that is that face. Still, I can see a lot of good stuff, like puffy pink lips stretched around the girth of a decent-looking dick—good for you, bartender—the shaft shiny with saliva that’s contributing to thatwetnessI’m hearing.
God, it’s fucking hot. The kid is overflowing and I love it.
I saykidbecause he looks young. I’m talking, it’s highly unlikely he’s twenty-one yet, which has me momentarily annoyed, because I know I’d beenveryinsistent with Dom about no underage patrons.
Even for the highest-paying members, the favors must be at least eighteen. I won’t stand for any of that sick shit that used to go on here before I took over.
No soy estúpido.I know it still goes on. It’s an issue that was around long before my reign began, and even my most brazen threats haven’t been able to fully put an end to it.
Rich old white men with too much power, I swear to God… If I could exterminate them all, I would.
Unfortunately, that would wipe out half my connections and my revenue stream in the U.S., which says a lot about this country.
But that’s a whole other topic.
While I can’t seem to put an end to this repugnant nonsense, Icanat least keep it from infectingmybusiness. Club Edge ismine, and it has been for years at this point.
Yet they continue to test me…
I must not be getting my point across, because it seems like every few years they forget how serious I am about this.I suppose I’ll have to remind them again.
Looks like a few someone’s will be getting their loved ones’ teeth in the mail.
Anyway, forget all that for now. The stunning person I’m watching is undoubtedly at least eighteen, and clearly quite skilled in the art of sucking dick, being that Bartender is practically falling apart. It’s delicious, and I’m squeezing my hand into a fist over and over at my side to keep my composure.
I don’t even care that I’m supposed to be meeting someone, tying them up and fucking them senseless right now. I’menraptured…
Completely captivated by the sight and sound of this wanton thing, on his knees, throating that cock like it owes him money. I bite my lip, coveting the sight. The line of his spine, and the curve of his ass… Even covered by clothing, his body is angelic.
Something flashes in my mind, but I push it away, focusing on the kid. With his eyes closed, head bobbing, hands clenchedinto fists. Purposely not touching himself, although it’s clear he’s aroused.
My eyes slide…
Fuck me,he’s aroused all right. I canseehis dick, trapped within the denim of his fitted jeans.The poor thing just wants to be set free…
Okay, I want that.
