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Clothes fully righted, I stalked toward the door. I was going after him. It went against everything that I was trying to do to win Tate, but for the life of me I couldn’t help myself. I closed the office door and entered the main area of the restaurant, checking where his table was.

I was relieved to find him still there. He had a water goblet in his hand and sipped from it, washing down my cum I supposed. I started toward him but halted when I saw he wasn’t alone. How could I have missed it? I should have known he wasn’t alone. He had Carlo with him. Had he been inviting me back to his place for a threesome? The way Carlo looked at him as if he controlled the cosmos, I had no doubt where tonight would lead for them.

How foolish I had been to think that Keith had some feelings of tenderness toward me! Here he was parading Carlo on his arm when he’d been in my office spanking my ass. The fucking bastard didn’t need me. He just wanted to use me for a night.

I resented him for making me almost give up my quest to be with Tate. I averted my eyes from him and his date. I marched for the front door with a renewed purpose. It was time that I stopped fantasizing about Keith. He had nothing to offer me but heartache. I wanted more.

Chapter Ten

(Keith)

“Mr.-Mr. Eardley?”

The look of shock on Carlo’s face as he stepped inside my dungeon was one of abject horror. No doubt he had expected me to bring him back to my condo. Except for that one night I had brought Tony to my condo, I almost never brought anyone into my home. The reason I had rented this apartment several floors below was to keep my condo free from the heavy sexual energy that hung around in this place.

His eyes swept over the harnesses that hung from the ceiling, the sex swing, furniture designed specifically for different sex positions, the pole in the center of the room, and the four post bed custom-designed for my favorite fetish of all time— bondage. On the wall, my fetish was evident. Mounted was my display of bondage items and next to that my collection of punishment items. Punishing a restrained body was a sure way to get me off, and tonight I badly wanted a release from my sexual tension.

I glanced at Carlo who was practically shaking. He was all wrong. He wasn’t the one I wanted here tonight, but he would bear the brunt of my anger for Gio choosing Tate over me. I’d sucked him off and allowed him to shoot his load down my throat. I didn’t do that just for anyone, and to think I did it before he did the same for me. I’d given him something I didn’t offer anyone else, and he’d spat in my face by continuing to his party so he could be around Tate.

“Have you changed your mind?” I demanded.

Carlo’s eyes fell to the red carpet on the floor but didn’t respond. His shoulders were tense. What the hell was I even thinking? He would not be able to manage the full brunt of the anger clawing in my stomach. I hated being rejected, and Gio’s had especially hit me hard. He plunged me back into years of feeling worthless, like a scum that had no other purpose than being used by others. That was what I’d grown up hearing from the older boys in the group homes and later from the adult men who would pay for my body as casually as they paid for bread. I refused to be a bottom because it reminded me of those times. Having been a bottom for way too long, I refused to give anyone else that dominance over me.

“Run.”

Carlo’s eyes snapped up to me with a frown. “What?”

I spun him around and pushed him in the back toward the door. “You have five minutes to run. If you’re still here after five minutes, I’m going to string you up to the ceiling, and you’re not getting out until I’m through with you. What will it be?”

If I were in a better mood I would have found it funny the way he hightailed it from the apartment and slammed the door shut behind him. Now, what the fuck was I going to do? I’d let go my prey for the night, and my anger was showing no signs of receding.

I glanced around the room, understanding how this could be scary for someone. I had never brought Bryan down here. Everything I had done to him had been done in my condo. I would never bring someone I cared about down here for them to see just how fucked up I was. I wasn’t BDSM-trained like many who were into these similar fetishes. I wasn’t a part of some exclusive underground BDSM dungeon where I exercised my fetish before others. I had no desire to. This was just a part of me and my need to stay in control, to work off sexual frustration when the darkness threatened to overcome me. Some might have thought me insane by the time they crawled out of this apartment, but this was my sanity. Seeing someone else’s pain drew me away from min.

“Fuck you, Gio.” I stalked to the bedside table and removed a pack of unopened cigarettes. I was more of a social smoker but had no choice tonight. I needed something to distract me from thinking about Gio and what he was doing. I dragged on the cigarette, completing three sticks before acknowledging it had no effect whatsoever to calm me down. I returned to my condo, coughing and swearing off cigarettes for life. The shit didn’t taste as good as I remembered when I was younger.

I went straight for my laptop and logged on. I unbuttoned my pants and took out my limp dick, before finding the folder with Bryan’s stash on it. I increased the volume on the laptop because his throaty moans never failed to give me a hard-on. I watched and waited for the magic to happen. Bryan was a fucking piece of artwork in bed. He would make an awesome porn star because he was so authentic. He loved sex, and I’d loved giving it to him.

At the end of the video, my limp dick failed to be impressed. There was nothing left to do then than to delete the videos I had of him. They had run their course. I wasn’t even turned on anymore by something that would have me coming in minutes. Usually, all I had to do was to pump my dick and to imagine his slender body beneath mine. Bryan's body was blocked by a much bigger one, the motherfucking bane, and tormenter of my thoughts.

I had to exorcise myself of Gio Arcuri. Only then would I be able to go back to my normal life. If only he had returned with me then I would have kicked him out of my system.

My cell phone rang, and I reached for it, hoping whoever was on the other end would be the distraction I needed. My silly heart flipped over at the sight of Gio’s name. He had the audacity to call me after what he had done!

“What?” I barked into the phone.

“I need you.”

There went my heart again, doing somersaults with kicks higher than a cheerleader's. I didn’t know how to react to his statement so I said nothing. I wasn’t about to get worked up again when I was still pissed off at him.

“Keith, are you there?”

“What do you want, Gio?” I snapped at him. He had rejected me. He didn’t deserve any better treatment. “Say what you have to and get the hell off my phone.”

“I changed my mind about coming over,” he answered. “You were right earlier, and this is me coming to you—”

I hung up on him before he could finish. I paced the living room, body taut with anger. I would need a masseur to work the kinks out of my body. He was only calling me because something had gone down at the birthday party. I wanted him to come to me on his own, without circumstances influencing or dictating what he needed.

But I wasn’t in a position to turn him down either. We could be what we both needed tonight. I wanted to string him up and torture him with my cat-o-nine tails. Only when he submitted would I possess him in a way that would never have him forgetting who I was, and why he might love Tate, but he craved me and what I had to give him.

I texted him my address and gave him directions to the apartment, not the condo. Earlier, if he had come home with me, I would have taken him to my condo, but after what he had decided, he was no longer welcome up here. He would have to work his way into my home. He only deserved the dungeon.

I took a quick shower and dressed in a pair of seats and a T-shirt. I took nothing with me down to the apartment below where I would wait on him. I was inspecting my whips, making a mental note of what would be my poison to work off my anger at Gio when a soft knock sounded on the door. I sucked in a breath. I narrowed my eyes and scowled for getting excited that he had come. He was only using me to get over whatever happened at tonight’s party.

I jerked the door open to come face to face with Gio. He looked devastated, hurt and uncertain of himself. I was adamant that by the time he left here tonight he would be certain of his purpose, of where he belonged, and who he was meant to serve.

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