Prologue
Benny
I was being a very good boy.
I’d never done anything like this before. I wasn’t completely sure I’d like it, but if how hard my dick felt was any kind of sign, thenyeah, I was into this.
The plush burgundy rug beneath my knees was soft, thankfully, as I’d been here for a while. Waiting. Just as he’d told me to. I’d done everything he’d told me to.
Maybe it was stupid, meeting this guy for the first time in the private room of a kink club that may or may not be some form of sex cult. I didn’t even know his real name yet, and here I was, blindfolded, naked, with a plug in my ass, and kneeling on the floor beside the bed before he’d even stepped into the room. Because he’d told me to be. And I wanted to please him.
How was he going to respond when he walked in? Would he be pleased with me? Praise me for being good? I wanted that.
There was also the chance he’d be disappointed, though. I was sure I wouldn’t be what he’d pictured during our conversations. At six foot five and with the physique that came from my MMA career, no one expected me to be submissive.
Maybe he’d leave the moment he saw me. I regretted now that we’d agreed not to tell each other what we looked like. I’d thought if he could just get to know me a little before we met, then maybe it wouldn’t matter. What if all I’d done was make it so he rejected me in person rather than online?
Anxiety fueled my self-doubt, my mind spiraling and my dick flagging with each minute that passed. He should be here by now.
Maybe he wasn’t coming.
The moment my sweaty palm lifted from the skin of my thigh there was a soft click. The door. I inhaled adrenaline. My pulse kicked in my chest. My hand jolted back into position as I awaited what would come next. Appreciation or disappointment.
Silence.
A minute passed.
Another.
Had I imagined the sound? Was I still here alone? I dared to raise my hand again, going for the blindfold—
“Tsk. Not even three minutes.”
I gasped, sitting up straighter. I didn’t need to see to know that goosebumps rippled over my exposed skin just at the sound of his voice. It was softer than I’d imagined, but just as authoritative. Andso close. He was standing right in front of me.
“S-sorry. I didn’t know you were here.” I answered him cautiously.
“Did I tell you to take the blindfold off if I wasn’t here?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, S-sir.”
“Then what did I tell you?”
“You told me to… to wait for you, like this.”
“Arethosethe words I used?”
He sounded disappointed. My chest tightened.
“You said…” My tongue darted out to wet my lips, embarrassment heating me up from the inside. “To wait for you… kneelin’ by the bed, with my hands on my knees, naked and blindfolded.”
“And?”
“And to use what I found on the bed.”
