Page 10 of The Club

I return to the alley and collect his knives. Then I settle against the back of my car until Rocco’s van comes creeping down the street. I don’t want to talk to him, so I get in my car.

I can’t give myself away by looking at Rafael, but from the corner of my eye I can see Rafael watching me.

When we get to Lush, I pull up behind the building at the entrance of his private parking garage. It doesn’t open for my car, of course, so I hit the button to put up Rafael’s seat.

“You’re home, princess. I need your—” He fumbles at the handle, gets the door open, and staggers out of the car. “—code,” I finish as he goes stumbling to the keypad.

I could have stopped him, but honestly I’m kind of enjoying watching him like this.

His hands are still zip tied, but he manages to punch in his code. He wanders inside. I pull in behind him, kill the engine and get out, grabbing his jacket from the back. I put the parking garage door down because Rafael doesn’t.

I catch up with him at the elevator and watch closely as he punches in his code. Then I get in behind him. For the first time tonight, I see him in full light. Since I have his jacket, he’s wearing only a black compression shirt. The tight nubs of his nipples show through it.

His cock is still pressing stiffly against his briefs. He hasn’t tried to fasten his pants. If they weren’t so tight, they’d be falling off his ass.

“You’re still horny as fuck,” I say as I tweak one of his nipples.

He arches into the pinch. “So fuck me.”

I let him go. “Ah, you’re back. You went somewhere for a while.”

He doesn’t respond to that because he’s only partially back.

The elevator has another set of doors. They probably open onto the basement-level sex club and who knows what else in this building. But right now, it’s Rafael’s penthouse they open onto.

No surprise, the place is gorgeous, all sleek dark wood, black leather furniture, exposed brick, and gold accents.

The living room is arranged around a glossy black piano. To the right, there’s a bar that I guess is sort of a kitchen. I toss his jacket onto the counter.

I take one of Rafael’s knives from my belt and use it to cut his wrists free. Then I go to sit on one of the stools at his bar. I watch, curious about what he’ll do.

He takes off his shirt. He starts working on his boots after that and it doesn’t go very well. He stumbles and staggers all over the place, but he gets the job done in the end. Then he shoves down his pants and underwear. Finally, naked and hard and still with that plug—and my cum—in his ass, he walks a wavering line to the piano.

He sits on the bench, sets his bloody hands to the keys, and starts to play. I switch to a different stool for a better view of his cock. I take off my jacket and lean back on the bar.

The music is complex, some kind of modern take on something classical. I don’t know how the hell he’s playing like that when he can’t even walk straight. I also don’t know how he’s playing like that with such a raging hard-on.

It’s fucking amazing.

His body moves with the music, smoother and more rhythmic than when he was stabbing that guy to death half an hour ago. His cock juts up stiff and flushed dark.

My cock goes from half hard to fully erect as I watch him. I unbuckle my belt. Opening my pants and shoving down my underwear for the second time tonight, I start stroking myself.

There’s no warning before Rafael stands up abruptly. The piano bench flips, crashing to the floor. Naked, hard, and bloody, he starts pacing. He’s muttering something, but I can’t make it out.

I leave the bar and meet him in the middle of the living room. His chest is heaving, his stomach contracting so hard that his cock keeps flexing upward. His bloodstained hands are fisted at his sides.

I can’t make out what he’s muttering.

He yelps as I grab him and throw him onto the black leather couch. He fights me, but I have every advantage right now. I snatch my belt free of my pants. I wrestle his arms up and use my belt to bind his wrists to the metal arm of the couch. When I finish and switch my grip to his already bruised throat, he calms down.

I don’t.

I shove my way between his legs. The couch is deep enough for me to settle there. I let go of his throat and shove one of his legs up to expose his stuffed hole. I yank the plug from it, spilling some of the cum that I left there. I slam my cock into the hot, sloppy mess.

I’ve never actually fucked a cum-filled hole before, so I’m not prepared for how filthy it sounds. The rhythmic squelch drives me wild, as does the sight of Rafael arching and straining under me.

I watch him intently as I fuck him. His arms pull against the restraints. His lips are parted. His eyes are half closed.

---