The Perfectionist_Sin City Sentries [Book Two]

by Myra Scott

  Second thoughts hit me like a fucking brick wall as I stood outside Madame Myrina’s place once more, looking up at the doorway before glancing over my shoulder and flexing my fists. Last chance to back out. I felt like I was rooted in place. I’d never done anything like this, and even though I already had a contract worked out with Eric, I knew I could just walk away right now and keep it that way.

  But the force keeping me from walking away was even stronger. I deserved this. I needed this. And I damn well knew that if I didn’t go through with it, I’d never forgive myself.

  I stepped into the dungeon.

  As soon as I did, I felt glad that I’d taken the plunge, because stepping into the dim red lighting and candle lit hallway made me leave all my regrets at the front door. When I got to the lobby, I was surprised to see Eric standing there already, leaning on the table and chatting to the receptionist. His eyes flitted up to me as soon as I entered the room, and I saw the fire in them dancing in a way that made my heart skip a beat.

  I felt like he was waiting for me, a spider just expecting me to walk right into his web. And that’s exactly what I was doing.

  He didn’t say a word to me. He just smiled knowingly and nodded toward the hallway we went down last time I’d been here. I glanced around me to make sure he wasn’t addressing someone else who had been here before me, but I heard him chuckling when he saw me doing that.

  He used a finger to beckon me specifically, nodding.

  I followed.

  “I knew you’d be back,” he said in a low, smug tone as we walked down the hallway, and this time, we took a turn toward a different direction than we’d been the last time.

  “Did you, now?” I asked, running my hand through my hair. My heart was racing faster than it had in months. Just the thought of keeping up flirty small talk with this guy rendered me a hot mess. I was never like this, but even letting myself be a mess for once felt good.

  “I’m never wrong,” he said. “Now, step inside here.” He was gesturing into a bathroom, and I realized he was pointing to a private shower in the back. “This is part of the standard procedure. Don’t worry, I won’t peek unless I really want to,” he added with a wicked smile as he stepped inside. I cast a smile over my shoulder at him and made my way to the showers.

  True to his word, Eric leaned against the wall outside the stall while I stripped down and let the hot water run over my body. The place was spotless, not at all like the usual public bathroom stalls I pictured. I lathered myself up with the soap they provided while the room filled with steam.

  “Were you having second thoughts before you came here?” he asked me in a low, provocative tone.

  “Doesn’t everyone?” I replied.

  “Yes, but a lot of people listen to them. Do you know why you didn’t, though?”

  I wasn’t sure how to reply, and only a beat passed in silence before he picked right up.

  “Because you know what you want. And you know you want to be on your knees for me.”

  “I do,” I said, trying to keep my nerves. He was good.

  “I knew that the moment you walked in,” he said. “Now hurry up in there, don’t keep me waiting.”

  Once I was out of the shower and clothed again, he led me back to a big black door with an ornate, polished handle. He turned to smile at me as he pushed his backside against it and swung it open. “Come on in.”

  The interior made my eyes go wide. The room was black with red candles lining the walls, and a dim electrical light on the ceiling in the center of the room. The various devices around the place made it look like some kind of medieval prison, but it had a very modern, clean feeling to it all. Best of all, it didn’t feel clinical.

  The room was dark, forbidding, and dripping with sin, and I was surprised to feel those words come to my mind.

  “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said, leading me inside and shutting the door behind us. He took a seat on one of the tables in the room and propped a leg up on a chair, looming over me with a sinful smile. “Before anything else, we’re going to establish a safe word. You’re going to choose it, because you need to be able to remember it, and I have a lot more experience doing that. Make it something that couldn’t possibly come up in the session.”

  “Madison,” I said. It was the first word to come to my mind. One of my uncles lived there.

  “Madison,” he repeated, nodding. “That’s good. As soon as I finish this sentence, for all of this session and any others you have with me, when you say the word ‘Madison,’ I stop everything I’m doing to you, and you can either talk to me like we are now or walk out of the room with no questions asked. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Yes, Sir,” he corrected me, picking up a riding crop from the table and gently poking me under the chin with it. “Say it.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I breathed, my voice deep and thick. His mouth curled into a smile, and he ran the tip of the crop around my jawline.

  “I like that voice of yours. I’m going to enjoy hearing it. This room is soundproof, so I expect you to use it as much as you like. I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen here, since this is an introductory session.”

  He stood up from the table and seemed even taller, somehow. He paced over to what looked like a bench with mirrored sides, all covered in soft mat padding, and I realized that it was meant for me to bend over on. My face went red as he ran his fingers along it.

  “I’m going to bend you over this, and you’re going to thank me for it. If I like the way you look there, I’m going to tie you up so you can’t get away, probably with a little less clothing than you walked in here with.” He looked me up and down once more. “Probably a lot less clothing, actually. Understood so far?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I rumbled.

  “When I decide I like the look of you, I might just let you serve me another way,” he said, and this time, he ran the tip of the riding crop along the bulge in his leather pants. I swallowed and nodded. His eyes narrowed as he approached me and took my chin in his hand to look me over. “And if you do a good job, I might just give you a little release of your own. But you have to earn that. Do you deserve that?”

  There was a bite in his tone that electrified me. “Do you think I do, Sir?”

  His smile grew broader and more foreboding. “Careful now, I might just keep you down here if you keep talking like that. Now, shirt off, shoes off.”

  The order came as a surprise to me, and when I didn’t respond immediately, Eric used the tip of his crop to unbutton the first button on my shirt. “Did I stutter?”

  “No, Sir,” I replied, and I stripped. The cloth fell from my shoulders, leaving me bare-chested and exposed, everything off me but my pants.

  “Good,” he purred. “Now, on your knees.” He strolled around the bench as he watched me, circling me as if monitoring my performance.

  I knelt down on the bench and laid my body over it. My elbows propped me up on the other side, and my knees had to hold me up on the backside.

  “Arch your back more,” he ordered me, and I obeyed. “Show me that ass a little better.” I pushed my ass up near the point that my back hurt, and Eric walked around to it and slid his hands over me. He gave a murmur of approval that made my cock start to swell. “You have a good ass. You don’t hear that often, do you?”

  “No, Sir,” I said.

  “Good,” he purred. “I want to be the one who leaves the best impression.” He reached around my front and unbuttoned my pants. Before I knew it, he had slid them down to my knees, leaving me bare-ass naked before him. “Someone’s enjoying this,” he said, and he brought his crop down to my cock and stroked the tip of it just barely.

  The slightest touch made me stiffen more, and Eric’s smile was to die for. He made his way to one of the tables on the side of the room and took out a coil of bla
ck rope that he ran his fingers over teasingly as he approached me. “I like that so much I think I’ll keep you that way. Hold still.”

  He began to bind me up. He started with my wrists, weaving a snug but not uncomfortable knot with such practiced ease that I barely noticed him doing it. “Eyes on my cock,” he ordered me as he bent over in front of me, and I noticed that his bulge was growing larger, too. When he was finished binding me, I felt my arms were snug together. It was a deliciously fine line between feeling trapped and feeling free, and he wasn’t even done yet.

  He stepped behind me and did the same to my legs. By the end of it, I was utterly restrained, and as Eric toyed with some of the ropes, I realized he had surprising power to tug me around however he liked.

  “How does it feel?” he asked.

  “It… it feels very good, Sir,” I said.

  “Tell me how,” he ordered as he stepped to my front again, and this time, he was running his thumb down the zipper in front of his bulge. “Tell me why you deserve this.”

  “I… I feel trapped, but it’s so…”

  “So much like work, isn’t it?” he asked teasingly, and he stroked my chin with his fingers. “You seem like a workaholic. I’m right, I can see it in your eyes. You’re run up the wall and into a corner all day, every day. You shouldn’t like this, it’s too close to home… but it’s just close enough, isn’t it, Mick?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I groaned, turned on by how easily he could read me. I squirmed in my bindings and felt the restraints.

  “That’s good,” he praised me. “I think you’ve earned a reward for your performance so far. Use your teeth,” he commanded me, stepping forward and putting his zipper within reach of me. My face was cherry-red, and I could hardly believe I was really doing this, but I took the metal in my teeth and pulled it down.

  Eric’s cock sprang free and struck me in the face softly. It was stiff as a rock, and it was massive. I gasped, and as my hot breath touched it, Eric put his hands in my hair, running his fingers through it softly.

  “You’re going to take your reward now, Mick,” he told me, pulling a condom out of his back pocket, tearing it open and slipping it on in less than five seconds, “and you’re going to take every last drop of it.”

  My lips brushed up against his thick cock as it bobbed in front of me. It was swollen and bulging at the tip, and his balls were heavy with need for release. Even though I was bound up and utterly powerless, I knew I was the only one who could relieve him, and that thought filled me with so much energy and desire that I thought I’d burst.

  I opened my mouth and kissed the tip of his cock, and I felt my body melting. He was hot, and I let my tongue flick the tip of his cock before I worked more of it into my mouth. The weight of it on my tongue was delicious, and the groaning I heard from him as he slid further into me made it all the sweeter. The underside of his shaft was soft, surprisingly soft for what seemed like a hard man.

  I teased it with the tip of my tongue, running from the base of his cock all the way up as far as my tongue could reach. He throbbed in me, and his grip on my hair tightened.

  “I want you to get me off within a minute,” he commanded me in a low, husky tone, “and if you don’t, there will be severe consequences.”

  I took the threat seriously, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would leave my chest, and I started working hard on him. It was so bizarre that having a work deadline dangled over my head was so hot to me, but it made me feel like I was in paradise, and Eric was the gatekeeper.

  My tongue wrapped around his cock and slid back and forth, caressing every inch of him, feeling the vein-ribbed girth through the thin latex as I worked harder and faster. I was surprised that I could hold all of him in my mouth, but Eric seemed to fit inside me like we were made for each other.

  “I don’t normally do this with new clients,” he growled, “but you’re something special, Mick. Do not disappoint me.”

  No, Sir flitted through my head, and the pressure I put on his cock grew stronger. My jaw hurt from the strain, but it was a sweet pain, and I stroked and stroked until I felt him start to stiffen more than ever before.

  “That’s it,” he said thickly, “don’t stop, Mick.”

  I let my whole tongue roll up and down his cock, feeling his tension grow more and more taut until he gripped my hair and drew in a hissing breath. I felt his seed shoot out into the condom, just like he commanded, and I felt his body shudder as I drew more and more out of him. I didn’t stop massaging his cock, and each stroke got more out of him, until he finally relaxed his grip on me.

  He drew his cock from me slowly and looked down at me with glassy, pleased eyes.

  “How was that, Sir?” I asked him softly.

  “Very good,” he said in a thick husky voice with a genuine smile. “Very, very good. You’ve earned that reward.”

  He threw away the condom and zipped himself up again and walked around to my legs. I knew my legs were spread out when he bound me, but I hadn’t realized that he was perfectly capable of slipping his head between them. He laid on his back and worked his way between my legs, and before I knew it, I felt a condom rolling onto my cock, followed by his lips, and my mouth fell open.

  He played with my balls in one hand while his lips teased my circumcised tip, his tongue playing around the rim of my cock’s edges. Each time his tongue darted out and touched me, it was like fire. I was already stiff, but he made me so rigid and ready that I felt like I was going to come before he’d even taken me in his mouth.

  When he finally took my full length in, the warmth all around me made me shudder. I squirmed, but I felt his firm, commanding grip on my legs, toying with my restraints and showing me just how powerless I was in his hands. He did the same thing I did to his cock, but his felt so much more commanding, so powerful. He was sucking my dick, but he was doing it to please him, not to serve me.

  I had no idea someone could be so dominant between my legs, but it was such a good feeling that my knees were weak, and I was thankful he was holding me.

  He wasn’t wasting any time—soon, I felt my body betraying me, and I felt all the tension I already knew I had come to the surface at full force before Eric plucked me like a string and made me spill over the edge.

  My seed emptied into the condom, and I let out a ragged groan, every ounce of strain and stress uncoiling and leaving my body, all thanks to him. He was treating me like a plaything, but it was such a sweet release that I never wanted that golden orgasm to end.

  When it finally did, I felt like a new man before he even let his mouth leave my cock.

  “Oh, my god,” I groaned when he stood up, disposed of the condom, and started to untie me. “That was… incredible.”

  “You’re one to talk,” Eric teased me, slapping me on the ass gently. “That was so good for me that I’m really thinking about keeping you tied up for a while.”

  “I wouldn’t mind that,” I chuckled. “Sir.”

  He finished untying me and helped me sit upright before I started to get dressed, and he sat on the table again as he watched me like a hawk. I liked his gaze. It felt exciting and comforting at the same time, somehow.

  “You’re circumcised,” he pointed out, his legs crossed and a playful smile on his face. “Jewish?”

  I looked hesitant for a moment, even though my cheeks were glowing pink and there was a smile on my face, and he held up a hand. “It’s fine, you don’t have to share anything you don’t want to; I was just curious.”

  “No, it’s okay,” I said, my heart fluttering. I had come in planning to be an anonymous shadow, but now that we were in the afterglow together, I felt oddly good about chatting with him. “Yeah, I am. I mean, I’m not… you know, really practicing anymore. But back in Chicago growing up, Dad had us in temple every Saturday. Haven’t been in nearly ten years, myself.”

  Eric nodded, a sy
mpathetic look on his face. “That’s a big change. Is your family…?”

  I knew what he was getting at. “We’re on fine terms,” I said with a casual wave. “It’s not like we fight or anything, but since moving out, I tend to be kind of brief with them. Probably too brief.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” he said assuredly. “You clearly have a lot on your plate as it is. Keeping up family relations takes time. Especially if you’ve grown apart.”

  I smiled and nodded slowly. “Yeah. I mean, they don’t even know I’m…” I gestured between me and Eric meaningfully. “I never officially came out to them. Just didn’t see the point. Mom’s got enough anxiety on her hands. I don’t want to risk family drama, you know?”

  “I can understand that,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “I’m hearing some guilt in there, though. You don’t have to tell me if I’m right or not. But I get the feeling you’re someone who puts himself on the backburner a little too much, Mick.”

  I raised my eyebrows. I hadn’t expected a professional Dom to take that much interest in my personal life, but hearing someone else say that out loud plucked at a heartstring I hadn’t touched in a long time. I smiled bashfully and kind of shrugged my shoulders.

  “Maybe. Putting work first has served me well enough so far, as long as I find somewhere to unwind.”

  “If I’m the first place you’ve come to unwind, then it sounds like this is a long time coming,” he said, drumming his fingers on his knee thoughtfully. “I’m a local, myself. A lot of my aunts and uncles helped raise me, so if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that no man is an island. Support is a hell of an important thing—inside and outside the workplace,” he added, sensing my objection. He lowered his eyes. “I’ve never come out to them either, though, so I can’t exactly judge.”

  We peered at each other with quiet gazes for a few moments, smiling, before I broke the silence.

  “I think I’d like to book you again, Eric,” I said softly.

  “I’d like that,” Eric replied, but he pointed his crop at me and turned his smile into a smirk. “But as long as you’re in my territory, it’s still Sir.”