by Myles, Eden
“I was raised not to take handouts.”
“This isn’t a handout. You’re being rewarded for pleasing me, for giving me your virginity, which is perhaps the rarest gift I’ve ever received. You’ve earned every stitch of those suits.”
My cheeks burned a little as I thought about that, but it didn’t make me feel much better about myself. What had Sheri called me? A rent boy.
When we reached the NorthStar building, we repeated the pattern of last week. I walked Mr. Karenina up to the penthouse suite where his offices were located. Before he left me, he turned to me and brushed his hand briefly across my cheek so I was horribly conscious of who might be looking and said, “I won’t be very long today. Just a few matters to clear up. Then we’ll have the rest of the day to get to know each other a little better.”
I spent the next few hours in the employee café, trying to work on a paper on my netbook and failing horribly. My mom had sent the email detailing my sister’s wedding. It was the middle of next month—wow, that didn’t give me much time to book a flight and put everything on hold here. My stomach, already in jumbles, became even more nervous. Taking a deep breath to steady my jittery nerves, I PM’ed Sheri about it on Skype and she immediately wrote back:
Sounds like fun. But are your parents aware…?
God no. They’d kill me.
Daniel…just tell them. :-)
I can’t. I just can’t. My dad’s in cancer recovery. I can’t drop a bomb like this on him!
Take your boyfriend. Then they’ll know and you won’t have to say anything.
R U nuts?
Maybe I won’t go. Then you’ll HAVE to take your stud.
Don’t do this to me. If I don’t show up with a girl, Dad will know. Also, my old GF is Chloe’s maid of honor. Ugh.
What happened with your old GF?
We did it but it sucked BIG time.
You mean you couldn’t get it up.
No…I mean, U know. I could do it but only cause I was thinking of something else.
Did you cream her?
Sheri!
You didn’t cream her. OK. So she knows…?
Shit. Why do you have to be so crass?
I’m not crass, Danny-boy, I’m honest. ;-)
She doesn’t know…she just thinks I’m shy or something. And she’s bugged me over the years, like she wants to get with me again.
Your ex is stalking you?
Sort of. If I go there without a girl, I just know she’ll pounce, and then I’ll have to tell her the truth, and in a town like mine? Jesus…everyone will know by sundown.
And so what if they do? Teh ghey isn’t a crime, last time I checked.
It’s not New York over there, Sheri. It’s 1873, U know?
Sheri said she’d think about it and logged off. About an hour later, Mr. Karenina showed up to collect me. The butterflies in my stomach had turned into a swarm.
Back in the Lincoln, I sat with Mr. Karenina boxing me in against the seat. With his business taken care of, he was feeling friendly and playful. He ran his fingers up the back of my neck, buried them in the short hairs, and leaned down to tease my lips apart with his tongue. Meanwhile, his knee nudged my legs apart and his free hand went to my knee, squeezed gently, and then moved up my leg, inching toward my aching cock. The trousers were more fitted than I generally liked my pants, and the extra pressure in the crotch was doing nothing for my hard-on. He licked all along the seam of my lips before kissing the corner of my mouth. He tasted like scotch and peppermint. His teeth nipped me, and he said in a low, intimate voice, “I trust you were a good boy this week, Daniel? No accidents?”
“No,” I said, and squirmed uncomfortably under the pressure of his hand gripping my thigh so tightly. “Well, just one. But it wasn’t my fault.”
“How was it not your fault, Daniel?”
“I came in my sleep once, but just a little.”
“I told you not to come without my permission.”
“I didn’t mean to! It just happened.”
Mr. Karenina looked down upon me sternly. “What were you dreaming about?”
My ears burned. “You.”
“And what was I doing?”
“I don’t want to say.”
His fingers moved in little circles against the back of my neck, raising shivers along my skin. The pain and pressure in my pants increased. “If you tell me, I won’t punish you for coming.”
I couldn’t say it aloud, I just couldn’t. So I leaned up and whispered it in his ear. That pressed me close against him, against the hard plains of his body under the suit and the insistent pressure of his partially erect cock.
“Why does that embarrass you?” he asked me with that intimate bedroom voice of his, almost brushing his words across my lips. “If it brings you pleasure, if it makes you come, then we must try it.”
My ears burned just a little more. “I’ve never been that way.”
“What way?”
“The way I am with you.”
He rewarded me with a deeper kiss, his tongue going deep and slickly wet inside my mouth. The hand that had been gripping my thigh relaxed and he moved it to press more directly against the front of my trousers. I squirmed under the pressure and groaned into his mouth. I had never been so hyperaware of my body, like every inch of it was covered in supersensitive little nerve endings. Just his breath touching my cheek was enough to make me wriggle against him.
He forced my legs wider, undid my belt and brand new trousers, and slid his hand between my legs. I tried to close them, but he said, “No,” harshly against my lips. He boldly fondled my cock and balls, all that heat against heat, teasing me while warning me not to come without his permission. It was erotic torture. The need to come was so bad it hurt, but I didn’t want to ruin my new pants.
“You’re wonderfully tight and hard tonight, Daniel. Have you been saving it up for me like a good boy?”
I bucked against his hand. “I want you to fuck me. I need to come, Mr. Karenina.”
“What do we say, Daniel?”
“Please, sir.”
“No.” He withdrew his hand and zipped me back up. “Not yet. But soon.”
I groaned in response.
We stopped outside a Japanese day spa in midtown Manhattan and I walked Mr. Karenina inside on his orders. An elegantly beautiful Japanese woman dressed in an elaborate cheongsam stood at the front desk, speaking on the phone, but she cut the call short when she recognized Mr. Karenina, giving him the same ramrod, soldiery attention as the desk concierge and the tailor had. She came around and passed a few words with him in Japanese that I couldn’t follow.
“Do you know a lot of languages?” I asked as we followed the woman down a brightly lit corridor to some changing room. I thought about how he had argued with Maria in Spanish that one time.
“A few,” he said only, but didn’t elaborate. I couldn’t help but wonder about his past, how much he knew, and where he’d come from. There were times when he seemed so aloof, almost unconcerned about the world around him, and other times when his lust was almost insatiable, whether for food or sex.
The Japanese woman led us into a vast, empty changing room done in all rustic Japanese tiles and divided by painted shoji screens. I could hear the tinkling sounds of soft Japanese music emanating from invisible speakers in the walls, and there was a small, manmade waterfall, and a pond with koi fish in it. I bent over the koi pond and watched the big orange fish surfacing while Mr. Karenina passed a few more words with the Japanese woman. Then she left, sliding a screen shut behind her.
“I come here often, but just for the mineral springs, not for the massages,” Mr. Karenina explained as he began to undress. “Naoki is extremely skilled, but I’ve never much cared for strangers touching me. The mineral waters are incredibly relaxing, though.”
I followed his lead, sliding out of the new clothes he had bought me and hanging everything up carefully in the lockers so they wouldn’t wrinkle. I was blown a
way with the skill by which he undid his clothing, hung them up neatly, and then found the lockers with the white terrycloth robes. A stranger looking on would never have guessed he was blind.
I’d thought he was beautiful in his clothes, but out of them he was simply amazing, like a man chiseled from warm, pale Han jade. Mr. Karenina had the build of a natural athlete, the wide shoulders, narrow waist and tight ass of a man who swam a lot or rode horses—which wouldn’t have surprised me, frankly. He seemed capable of everything else. Even only partially erect, his cock was impressive, thick and heavily veined. It made me infinitely sad to see him put that heavy white robe on, but I followed suit and put one on as well.
He led me out to the springs, keeping a hand in the small of my back. “Wow,” I said. The mineral spring bubbled like a giant Jacuzzi, with a domed, glass ceiling letting in spikes of late-day sunshine. Hanging baskets full of exotic flowers and vines hung everywhere, and I could hear the harsh, staccato cry of small birds flitting around the room. The steamy air was warm and smelled a little of ginger incense, and music filtered into this room as well.
It was also empty, which I was happy about. The idea of being naked in front of a lot of men I didn’t know filled me with an irrational fear. Stupid, but true.
Mr. Karenina led me to the edge of the pool where a wide set of tiled steps led down into the chest-high water, and there we disrobed and submerged ourselves. I floated in the water for a little while, listening to the music and the birds flitting about. The water felt strangely ticklish against my skin, but Mr. Karenina was right; it was also incredibly relaxing, almost like a warm, all-over massage. I started to drift in a kind of half-trance when I felt my gentleman slide his strong, wet arms around me from behind, anchoring me against his chest. I turned my head and he kissed me, dragging me down into the water until we were chin-deep. I opened my mouth to his kiss and he pushed his tongue down my throat.
“You feel very tense,” he said against my mouth.
I could say the same for him, especially in those places below the beltline that were poking me in the ass. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
He turned me around so we were facing each other. “School?”
“That and other things.”
“What other things?” he asked as we treaded water. He kept his hands on my hips, holding me against his body so I could feel how much he wanted me. I wondered if he really cared about my real-world problems or if he was just trying to make polite conversation.
“Just…things.”
“Such as?”
I took a deep breath and told him about my sister’s wedding next month, and how my parents expected me to be there with a girl in tow.
“You’ve never come out to your parents,” he guessed.
“God, no. They’d kill me. And then they’d kill me again.”
He smirked. He stared at me with those dead, blind eyes of his, but it didn’t bother me so much anymore. I knew he could see so much in so many other ways. “They wouldn’t kill you, Daniel,” he said, squeezing my ass in a friendly manner. “They would be upset, and then they would accept that this is just how you’re designed. This is who you are.”
“How did you come out?” I asked suddenly, listening to the slow drip of water off our chins.
“I didn’t. My parents, brothers and sisters were shot by the General Secretary of the Communist Party in 1975 for helping several soldiers defect from the Soviet Union.”
He said it so emotionlessly, like he was reading it from a history book.
“Jesus,” I said. “I’m sorry. How did you…I mean, why didn’t they shoot you too?”
“I was born blind. I wasn’t considered a threat. But when I was old enough, I too defected to America.”
I stared at him blankly a long moment. “You were born this way?”
“Does that shock you?”
“No…I mean, I’m surprised, is all. Kate said you’d only gotten bad about ten years ago.”
“Ten years ago, we upgraded the office with new computers that were…not conductive for persons like myself. I was slowing down operations, which is why I decided to retire and turn operations over to my partners.” He looked at me with that customary blank expression of his. I could tell he wasn’t happy with the decision, but like with his family, it was a simple fact that he had come to accept. “I’d made my fortune by then, and I suppose there was no personal reason to continue except for the sake of my pride, but over ten thousand people rely on NorthStar to provide them with jobs. I couldn’t very well let the company fall, especially on my account.”
I felt something twist inside of me. Maybe it was even my heart. I leaned forward, palmed his cheek, and kissed his eyes, then his mouth. He kissed me back. We made out for a little while like that, grappling each other under the water, biting at each other’s mouths. Then he said, “I take it this wedding means you’ll be gone for a little while next month.” His voice was neutral, so I couldn’t tell if he was upset or merely disappointed.
“Just a weekend. Will that be a problem? I mean for us?”
“I think I could lend you out for a couple of days.”
“Okay.”
“Hold your breath,” he said, and dragged me under the water, where he kissed me, breathing deeply into my mouth like he was trying to resuscitate me. We stayed that way for as long as we could before surfacing. Then he pushed me toward the steps where the water was shallow and only came up to our bellies. He held me down against the top step and climbed atop me, emerging wet and amazingly beautiful from the water to pin me under his weight. I watched the drops rolling off his skin like little pearls. I reached up and touched the dark wet hair plastered to his beautifully defined pecs, then moved my hand down over his abs. The hair at his groin was black and thick and healthy, and when I touched it I found it incredibly soft. He leaned down and kissed me, but not like before.
Before had been play. Now he kissed me with an all-consuming hunger, almost a rage. His teeth nibbled and bit at my lower lip, while his hands moved over me, seeing me, sliding slick and wet over my abs and the quivering muscles of my belly, then lower still, to my engorged cock. I lifted my hips and shoved it into his hands. He turned his head and his mouth found the edge of my jaw, where he licked and kissed. Then he moved to my ear, where he swirled his tongue and bit gently at my earlobe. Meanwhile, I thrust myself in and out of his wet hands. “Always in such a hurry to come, Daniel,” he complained with a chuckle. “One day you’ll learn the benefit of patience.”
I didn’t want patience. I wanted him. Now. I moaned and lifted my head, biting and sucking gently at his neck, the supple skin warm and wet against my tongue and teeth. Before it had just been his body that I’d loved. But now, since hearing his story, the way it was obvious he’d built this incredible empire without being hampered by his disability, I realized I wanted all of him. His heart, his thoughts, his strength. I wanted to feel everything he felt.
I bucked my hips as he pumped my cock up and down, his thumb grazing the tiny slit, digging into it, challenging me to keep it all inside until he said so. I whimpered into his mouth as we kissed, then my whimper became a groan as he squeezed and rolled my balls in his hands, sometimes gently, sometimes less so, but every touch of his hand shooting surges of unbridled pleasure up through my cock.
He pushed me back into the shallow water, held me down, and kissed down my neck to my chest. I moaned and writhed when he teased my nipples with his teeth before continuing down to my navel and dipping his tongue into it, lapping up the water that had pooled in the shallow indention. Following the soft dark hairs over my belly, he finally reached my erection. It bobbed and pulsed with each beat of my heart. He licked all around my stiffening shaft. “Beg for my mouth,” he said, taking the tip and licking the pearl of pre-cum that clung to it before letting me go. “Beg me to fuck you, Daniel.”
“Please, sir, suck my cock,” I told him. It should have sounded ridiculous, but with him, I wasn’t embarrass
ed at all. With him, everything felt so right. He teased me by lapping at me like a dog laps at a bowl of water, until I started to buck and struggle again, wanting him, wanting him so badly it hurt inside.
He lifted my legs up and spread them wider so he could better touch and explore me. He licked the underside of my cock, he teased my balls and my tense little hole with his tongue before finally taking my engorged, sensitive cockhead in his mouth and suckling intently on it. I reached up, digging my fingers into the hard muscles of his shoulders. The heat and suction of his mouth drove me wild, made me groan and thrust, shoving my cock into his mouth and arching my hips as he deep-throated me.
He held me as long as he could before easing me out of his mouth, his fingers playing with my balls and asshole. His thumb pressed into my hole, hard, making me gasp and quiver. He bent his head so he could taste my opening before he fucked it. His tongue poked into me and I squirmed.
“Fuck me now, sir,” I begged, my voice a kind of guttural snarl. “Fuck me and make me yours.”
He drew his tongue in a lazy swirl around my quivering hole. “Shall I get a condom?”
I knew what he was asking me. Along with the instructions he had sent me, he had also provided his medical reports, so there was no question of his good health, should we make the decision to try barebacking. But to do so meant I was promising him by loyalty along with my body. We would be exclusive. He wanted to know if I was ready for that.
I watched him lap at the front of me, penetrating me slowly with his wet, hot tongue. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I took a deep, trembling breath and said, “Don’t, sir. Just do me now.”
Mr. Karenina grunted in acknowledgment and licked me from perineum to opening, then spat into the hole. His thumb pressed into all my tightness again but he didn’t ease his fingers in this time. He wanted me tight, I realized. Wet but tight. I stared between his legs, at the lush, wet, sparkling fur there, and the extra-long, fat cock that lay swollen against his stomach. My own stomach stirred with butterflies again and my breathing caught. It was going to hurt this time. A lot. Like a branding.