I know she’s telling the truth. Laura can’t look me in the eyes when she lies. It’s a dead giveaway. “So you really think I can trust this Niko guy?”
She grins. “You ask me that after you sold him a piece of tail?”
I muss up her short red hair and she yells “Hey” as she slaps my hand away.
“Smartass,” I growl at her. “Makes sense we’re friends.” Then I take the contract out of the front pocket of my jeans and slide it across a table toward her. “Take a look at this.”
Her eyebrows bob up and down in surprise as she scans the document, but when she comes to the last page and reads the dollar amount, she lets out a gasp and her eyes widen. “You could buy the building with this cash. You’d never have to worry about Isaac’s drama again.”
“Yeah. Have to wait until I fulfill the contract, though, before I get the entire payout.”
“So why haven’t you signed already?” She lightly punches me in the arm.
“Geez, you’re eager to turn me into a prostitute.”
Laura rolls her eyes at me. “You’re a companion.” She points to a sentence on page two. “Says so right here.”
“What about the shop?” I say. “I have clients to take care of.”
“I can take on some extra hours,” Laura says. “Cover you when Niko wants your services.” She waggles her eyebrows.
I grin and shake my head at her. “Do you know anything about this Surrender Inc.?”
She bites her lip again and looks away, which means she does know something.
“Come on, Laura,” I prod. “Spill. No way I’m going into this blind.”
She sits in the recliner once more and sips the coffee I gave her. I join her in the chair opposite.
“Niko’s family created Surrender Inc., way back in the early 1900s when they first came here. His great great grandmother and grandfather founded the secret corporation. It’s basically a sex club franchise that carters to the elites and anyone who can pay their price. They keep operations safe and discreet. His cousin, Dmitri Nichvalodov, is one of the major shareholders. Niko is a member but stays out of the business side for the most part.”
Wrapping my hands around my steaming mug, I consider this. “You know an awful lot. Maybe we should revoke that don’t pry clause on our friendship?”
She chuckles. “Good luck with that, pal. You’ve got all you’re gonna get out of me. I told you what you need to know. Trust me, Chad. Niko has your best interests in mind.”
And staring into those vibrant blue eyes of hers, I know my friend would never steer me wrong. Still, I’m not sure I trust the enigmatic magician. “I want a copy of the contract. If he does screw me over, I’ll blow this Surrender thing wide open. Go to all the newspapers.” Besides, I still don’t know how Isaac found out about me working for Niko, and that tiny fact bugs me.
She shakes her head at me. “That’s my Chad. Always the pessimist.”
***
Friday arrives and I drive over to Niko’s penthouse to give him my decision and my demand. My palms sweat around the steering wheel as I pull into the underground parking at the Royal Plaza. When the elevator opens on the floor that belongs exclusively to Niko, my mouth goes dry.
He greets me at the door a few minutes after I ring the bell. Today the handsome magician is clad in a silky shirt that clings to his sculpted chest and dark blue jeans that mold to his muscular thighs. My mouth practically waters looking at him, but I remind myself to keep this about lust and stay away from love territory this time around.
“So I’ve made my decision,” I blurt after he hands me a scotch when we settle on the leather couch. “But I want insurance before I sign your contract.”
His grin is all wide white teeth and wolfish. “I’m so glad you’ve decided to accept.” He sips his drink and keeps his penetrating gaze on me. “What kind of insurance?”
“I want a copy of the contract.” I gulp my scotch and cough from the burn as it trickles down my throat. “If you are trying to screw me over, playing some little game with Isaac, I won’t hesitate to take it and my story to the papers. Blow Surrender Inc. wide open.”
He throws his head back and laughs heartily, much to my embarrassment. I consider telling the asshole to fuck off and just storming out of the place, but I remember the generous dollar amount on that contract and how much I need the cash. Bastard has me right where he wants me.
“Of course, you’ll have a copy of the document,” he finally says. Then he leans closer and tucks a finger under the strap on my tank top. He strokes my warm flesh beneath and he’s so close I can smell the whiskey on his breath. “As for blowing Surrender wide open … Chad, I’m a wealthy man, from a wealthy family. Do you really think you could expose us so easily? Put it this way, the Nichvalodov family, and many of Surrender’s board members, have quite a few reporters, P.I.s, and police officers on our payroll.”
I open my mouth to rage at him, but he stops me with a finger placed on my wet bottom lip. He traces the soft flesh and pops his finger into my mouth, forcing me to briefly suck on it. Already my groin starts to twitch and I hate myself for it.
“But I’ll give you the insurance you need.” He slips his finger out of my mouth, trailing it down my chest and then ever so close to my groin. I almost groan when he flits his hand over the tightness there, but he denies me his touch. “Tomorrow, come with me to my lawyer and I’ll have him draw up an affidavit guaranteeing I am not working with Isaac Gemini. You can have a copy of that, too.”
I agree, though after his comment about having so many people in his pocket I’m not sure this really protects me either. Still, you got to take some risks in life, and at this point I have little left to lose.
“I’ll sign,” I tell him.
He cups my crotch and gives my cock a gentle squeeze. “Wonderful. Let me get you a pen.”
***
After our visit to the lawyer, Niko drives me back to his penthouse in his beamer. Now I know why they’re called luxury cars. I could’ve melted into the heated leather seats.
Nerves take over once we climb to the top of the Royal Plaza and the elevator opens on his floor. However, I bluff composure as he leads me through the kitchen and to the dungeon.
His play room is much like the rest of the penthouse—pristine and minimalist. Except in here the white walls are padded in leather that contrasts with the dark hardwood floor beneath us and the black leather whips hanging in an all glass display case.
Niko touches one wall. “Soundproof. Cuts out distracting echoes. Adds an element of comfort.” He places a broad palm between my shoulders. “I like my playmates to feel secure.”
Not like he has to worry about anyone overhearing us. But the room does give off a softness, despite the display of torture racks and other elements of torment. I relax a bit.
“I assume you know the bdsm basics from your time spent with Isaac?” He slips out of his shirt as he stands by a sex swing.
I flinch at the mention of my former lover and narrow my eyes. Is he trying to be purposefully cruel? If he wants me to trust him, he’s going about it the wrong way. After I inhale deeply, I say, “Can we not mention him in here? And, yeah, I do.”
His face softens. “I’m sorry.” He places his shirt on a black leather bench that rests against one wall. “Take off your clothes. I’ll tell you my rules while you strip.”
I hesitate for a moment, but those icy blue eyes bore into me with a silent command that shows impatience. So I peel my t-shirt over my head and quickly move onto my pants while he fills me in.
“I want to become familiar with your body, your ways of reacting.” Once I’m naked, he indicates I should approach the swing. “When we’re in play, you will not be allowed to speak, moan, or move without my permission.”
“It’s a swing. I can’t help but move.”
He raises an eyebrow at my cheekiness. “No reactionary movements. No shoving your cock in my face, no begging me to blow you or fuck you,
until I give you permission. That’s what I’m talking about.”
My cock already begins to harden from the thoughts his words plant in my head. “Got it.”
“You will refer to me as sir during a scene. Our safe words are green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop. Any questions?”
I shake my head and climb in the swing. “Let’s get at it.”
He straps me in then presses a finger to my lips. “Now put the willful side away. You’re mine.”
I grit my teeth as his hands move over my pecs, sweep down my stomach, then coil around my cock. He watches me with those intense eyes as he strokes me, but before I can grow hard he stops and walks away, leaving me to bite back a groan. My dom returns with a cock ring and a short length of hemp rope.
He kneels between my spread legs. No words are spoken. The cock ring slides down to the base of my shaft, creating pressure that builds as I grow harder. The apparatus will keep me from cuming until he’s ready to let me.
Air hisses out between my teeth when his lips wrap around the head of my penis. My hips want to rock forward, plunging my dick deeper into his mouth, but I restrain myself.
Now that I’m rock hard, he goes to work with the rope. First he twines it around my balls, constricting them with intricate knots. The pain is easy to bear and exquisite. I forgot how much I missed this world since I split with Isaac. Though there have been other lovers, all were brief and none were into bdsm.
The hemp grazes the tight skin covering my shaft as he loops it around, creates simple patterns, and connects these with more knots. My cock burns from the tension and my balls begin to fill from the need to cum. It’s maddening not to thrust up into his touch, so I shut my eyes and concentrate on internalizing this pleasure.
“Open your eyes,” he commands. “I want you to watch everything I do to you.”
“Yes, sir,” I croak.
He coils the hemp beneath my glans many times, tightly. So tight the head goes purple and pain shoots through my limbs, burns across my skin. I bite my lip and create a mind mantra to stop my reaction.
The dom leaves me again. This time he walks to the glass case and selects a long silver butt plug. From another glass case, he selects a bottle filled with some kind of oil. His gaze smolders with desire as he brings the items to where I’m suspended in the swing. Anticipation thrills through me. Slowly I begin to enjoy this game that leaves me helpless, vulnerable, and cautious tension eases away.
On a table to my left, he places the butt plug, oil, and an eyedropper. After uncorking the bottle, he pours some of the lubricant on to his fingers then goes to work on my ass.
“There is ginger in the oil,” he tells me, as he slides his touch up my perineum. My asshole widens from his slick penetration. “You’ll feel the burn soon.”
My rectum starts to warm as he pumps in and out, lubing me up for the plug. The heat isn’t unpleasant though, and when he curls his fingers inside to stroke my prostate I let out a whimper.
This earns me a sharp rap on the thigh and his touch leaves me. “Behave, sub,” he growls, then he reaches for the butt plug.
The cool, rounded tip nudges into my ass, making my stomach tighten. Each stroke sears my anal walls with just the right amount of pain and pleasure. The thin flesh has grown extra sensitive thanks to the oil, and the stimuli overload is almost too much to bear. Adrenaline floods my veins and charges up my brain.
He goes deeper, fucking my ass in a rhythm that starts slow and sensuous but soon becomes fast and carnal. My need to cum spikes high, and my balls are full enough to burst.
After plucking the eyedropper from the table, he dips it in the bottle and fills it with oil. Its transparent tip hovers over my cock head as he spreads the hole wide. “I’m going to put some inside of your beautiful cock,” he tells me, before he laps pre-cum from the glistening tip.
Fear zips through me and sweat breaks out on my skin. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything inserted in my cock. Isaac once used sounding rods on me, back when our relationship was still good, and though extremely painful at first, I enjoyed the experience overall. But I remember the initial pain of the rod being inserted into my urethra all too well. The sensation was so excruciating I wanted to punch him.
“Have you ever had anything inserted in your cock before?” The tip of the eyedropper is poised millimeters above my glans.
“Yes, sir.”
He licks his lips. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Not at first, but I did after a while, sir.”
“Are you comfortable with this?” The eyedropper moves closer.
I clench my ass around the butt plug he still thrusts roughly in and out of me. “Yes, sir.”
The tip plunges into my urethra and I grunt as pain sears my every nerve. He glares at me—a warning not to have an outburst unless I want to be punished. Clamping my teeth together, I start that internal mantra to focus and internalize all pain and pleasure.
The eyedropper goes deeper and fire fills my cock as he squeezes the nipple and releases the oil inside my penis. Soon an intense heat floods my shaft, making my cock throb even stronger with the maddening need to cum.
He withdraws the eyedropper slowly, fucking my ass deep as he does so. Sweat drips off my brow and into my eyes from the exertion of not reacting.
His big hand coils around my cock, dragging the knotted ropes up and down in time with his firm grip. “Would you like to cum, sub?”
“Fuck, yes,” I blurt.
He chuckles at this, then his head dips between my legs and he sucks on my balls. Sharp teeth dig into the sensitive skin and he tugs, shakes, my scrotum. I want to beg him to please let me cum, but I don’t dare.
“I’ll let you.” With one deft hand, he begins unknotting the rope. “Soon.”
Every touch is torture as he unbinds my cock. I buck my hips up once and let out a small moan, which earns me two hard slaps across the penis. Briefly I squeeze my eyes shut and fireworks go off inside my brain. He commands I open my eyes if I want release.
Once the rope is gone, he deep throats me and swallows as he holds my penis inside his wet, warm mouth. I ache deeply for climax. Finally his lips slide away from my shaft and he removes the cock ring.
“You may cum,” he says. “Moan and scream for me.”
He fucks me even harder and faster with the butt plug while his massive hand takes my cock in a strong grip and pumps. Lips and teeth return to my balls, biting and sucking until I let out a long moan and piston my hips back and forth swiftly. When he deep throats me again, I scream for him and shoot my seed down his throat.
He licks me clean then smiles in approval. “Well done, sub. You’re willful, but you know when to behave.”
Part of me is rankled by the comment. I’m still not over Isaac treating me like a mindless sex doll, and I’m still on the defensive, though I know this is all part of our play. Working with a new dominant has dredged up some old memories I push to the back of my brain.
After he unfastens me from the swing, I move swiftly to my pile of clothes and scoop up my boxer briefs. “We finished here?”
He gives me a look that shows disapproval and crosses his arms over his hairy chest. “Isaac must’ve really done a number on you.”
I shrug, hating the suspicion that stirs in my gut, hating him for reminding me of my ex again.
“You still don’t trust me.” He shakes his head. “Sure, you can go. I planned on fucking your sexy ass, but it’s clear you don’t deserve it.”
I’m torn between disappointment and relief. Part of me really wants him to take me to bed and do me all night long, but another part fears what his prolonged touch will do to me. With or without the Isaac connection, Niko is dangerous. The chemistry is too thick between us, the attraction too strong.
Before I can reply, he stalks away and slams his bedroom door. I finish dressing, angry at his rejection, angry at myself for being a dickhead. So I decide if I can’t get it here, I’ll go grab some
condoms and get some anonymous satisfaction down at Dooly’s, a GLBT bar not far from my tat shop. Sex with a stranger is safer than Niko, for the more this enigmatic magician touches me, the more I fear how easy it would be to get in too deep with him. Just like I did with Isaac.
Of course, I’m breaking the rules of our contract. We’re supposed to be monogamous throughout our agreement, or I can ask permission and present a potential sex partner to Niko. But I don’t care about rules right about now, and how will my dom find out anyway?
***
Tiny flakes fall just after I say goodbye to Laura and head back inside to finish sweeping the shop. The snow is late this year. With only ten days to go before Christmas, we’ve been lucky so far and have enjoyed extended autumn temperatures.
As I lock the door, a black BMW screeches to a halt outside. Niko’s beamer. He gets out the passenger side, wearing a long wool trench coat and plaid scarf, and moves to the back door in long strides.
We’ve barely seen one another over the past week, other than during practice for his upcoming magic show in the city. Even at the studio he rents, where we usually work with his other assistants going over various tricks, he’s been aloof with me since that night in his dungeon. We haven’t touched since, and I sense he’s giving me space but also punishing me for my continued suspicion. It’s put me in a surly mood all week, and Laura’s switched between avoiding me, scolding me for being an ass, and asking me what the hell is wrong. But I just keep invoking our privacy clause.
Now the burly Russian yanks a bloodied and bruised man in handcuffs out of the back of his beamer. I quickly drop my broom and unlock the front door as he pulls this guy toward the shop. I don’t recognize his victim, but Niko has worked him over good.
He drags this guy toward the shop, so I drop my broom and go to unlock the door. The victim twists and tries to scream through the duct tape across his mouth. Niko is barely fazed by the man’s struggles as I let them in.
After Niko yanks the guy across the threshold, he hurls him toward one of my tat chairs. The guy lets out a muffled yowl when his leg slaps into the side of chair, and he stumbles, tripping over his own feet before he falls to the floor.
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