Chapter Twenty-Two
(Gio)
Anger, fear and frustration kept me awake as Keith slept beside me. Instead of my house we had decided on the last minute to go back to his condo after the confrontation with my father. Besides Keith, the restaurant was the only constant in my life and I refused to have my father ruin it for me. The instant he lay a finger on the restaurant it would become infested with thugs and criminals. It would attract the attention of the local authorities and destroy what I had worked so hard to build. My clientele would change to entertain drug lords and drive away my regular diners. No fucking way was I going to sit back and allow this to happen.
I worried about the implications of what my father said. The restaurant was all drugs money. I’d tried not to think about it when I started the business. I’d told myself that it didn’t matter where the money came from. All that mattered was that my business was legitimate and had no connections to criminal activities. How stupid had I been to think that would be all? That someday my father wouldn’t have come by to collect what he thought was his due? I would always love him because he was my father but it didn’t mean I had to like him. I detested him for trying to ruin something that meant so much to me.
Beside me Keith groaned and I was pulled from my thoughts to glance at him in concern. He had been unusually silent tonight since meeting my father and brother. I couldn’t blame him after my father had all but ignored him. I knew how he felt about rejection and it must have affected his mood. I’d been anticipating sex to take the edge off my frustration but Keith hadn’t been interested. He’d pleaded a headache, popped a few pills and crawled into bed. He had been asleep before I even got in beside him.
I leaned over to kiss his shoulder before getting out of bed. There was no way I was going to sleep still so wound up. In the kitchen I checked Keith’s cupboard, my frustration mounting when I didn’t find anything to make tea. Chamomile tea always worked wonders to calm my nerves. I even contemplated leaving Keith a note and going home. What was the point of being here wearing a hole in his carpet?
I found milk and decided that would have to do. It had only one more day’s use before it expired. I poured the milk into a small pot to warm, pushing back thoughts of my father or I’d not lose all this anxiety. Keith didn’t take care of himself as he should. He exercised and kept his body appearance in shape, but he never had much food in his kitchen and I’d observed that he just ate anything that was placed in front of him. At least that was something I could work on.
By the time I returned to the bedroom I felt better. My father couldn’t force me to have an illegal operation going at the restaurant anyway. I settled in bed behind Keith and wrapped an arm around his waist. Sleep came fast but was interrupted by Keith thrashing in the bed beside me. He was always a restless sleeper, mumbling things in his sleep and turning several times in one night but I’d never seen him like this before.
Waking up to the choking noises he made frightened the shit out of me. Without thinking I rolled him onto his back from his side and grasped him by the shoulders. I shook him. “Keith, wake up! Fuck, Keith, wake up!”
The fist that landed on my chin was unexpected. My teeth jarred, and I bit my tongue, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. He became a man possessed like nothing I had ever seen. I was too stunned to do anything when he reared up and pushed me onto my back on the bed. He straddled me, his hands wrapping around my neck. I snapped out of it when he started squeezing. I smacked my fists into his arms trying to get him to stop.
“Fuck you!” he growled at me, my strength no match for his in the state he was in. “Fuck you! This is all your fault! You shouldn’t have tried to strangle me! Now I’ll lose him because of you!”
Understanding dawned on me. He was having a nightmare he thought was real. I winced at his hands digging into my windpipe and reached up to stroke his face which was wet with tears. His skin felt so cold.
“Keith,” I gasped. “Keith, it’s- me Gio. Snap out of it.”
Whether it was my raspy words or my hands which stroked his face, he stopped choking me. His hands were still around my neck but they had lost their strength. I watched him blink in the semi-darkness of the room.
“Gio?” he croaked staring down at me. “Oh God, Gio, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. You were dreaming.”
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, stroking my neck where he had almost strangled me. “Oh God, I was choking you, wasn’t I?” He buried his face into my neck. “I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s a relief that you’ve confirmed it.” I tried to make light of the situation because he was beginning to tremble against me. “Hey, I know you didn’t mean to. It’s just one of those blacks we talked about, remember? They go away. They never last and they’ll get even less and less.”
He cupped my face. “You’re too good for me. I need you, Gio. I need you so fucking much to remind me that this is real. That this is now.”
I understood exactly what he needed. I pulled his head down to mine and we kissed, his mouth devouring mine forcefully. His heart was pounding against my chest and his body was still so taut from his nightmare. I was the vessel he needed to exorcise his demons and I was willing to take some of that pain just to make him better.
His teeth crashed into my bottom lip and he bit me hard. I moaned, encouraging him as I ran my hands over his back. I dug my nails into his skin and he grunted, incensed that my passion matched his, my urgency chased his, my quest for release rivaled his.
“Gio, I need…” Words failed him. “Oh fuck I need you bound. I need to own your very soul. Tell me it’s mine.”
“Yes, it’s yours!” I gasped as he bit my shoulder. “My body, my heart, my soul. They are yours. Use them as you will.”
He jerked from the bed snapping on the bedside lamp. He rustled in the bedside drawer and returned with lube and handcuffs. I presented my hands to him and he pulled them together roughly. Flipping me onto my stomach, he locked the cuffs around my wrists and secured it to the bondage post of his bedhead. His breathing harsh, he kissed my neck, scraping his teeth over my flesh. He snagged my earlobe between his teeth. “Oh Gio, if you have any idea how you make me survive.”
He ran his hands down my back and settled himself between my legs a second before his palm smacked into my ass. There was no gentleness in him and I’d expected none. I knew what I was committing myself to when I’d agreed to be what he needed tonight. What he needed was someone to absorb the turbulence of his emotions. That he trusted me enough to ask made every crack of his palm against my ass worth it. He could have used any of his spanking toys, of which he had many, but the significance of him using his hands were not lost on me. His hands would hurt almost as much as my ass after he was finished with me. We would share in the pain and pleasure of the moment.
My ass was sore by the time he jerked my legs together in a kneeling position. He didn’t use lube but dribbled saliva onto my pucker before settling his cock at my entrance. He didn’t use a condom this time since we’d both been to a private clinic to do a checkup together. Neither of us had protested at the idea since we both wanted to bareback it sometimes.
Keith didn’t feed me his cock slowly as he did other times. He angled his hips, plunging deep inside me with the first thrust. I cried out and pulled against the restraints, but I wasn’t going anywhere, neither did I want to. His nails dug into my hips as he held me to him and fucked me with an intensity that only left me craving more. I stretched to accommodate him, I submitted to dominate him, finally understanding what he meant by me having the ability to get him to do anything for me.
Something had shifted between us. All this time he’d not held absolute power and dominance. It was a constant power play between us. He was powerless where I didn’t submit to him. His body danced to the rhythm of my tune. He had asked for my soul and he fucking claimed it. He claimed it all as I opened myself to him in ways I’d never done for another person. He branded me as his. Wrecked, ruined for any other, thrust after thrust, piece after piece he filled depths inside me I didn’t know I had, he awakened emotions I thought long stagnant.
I arched my back into each of his thrusts, the freedom I found with him liberating my mind from constraints. My hips rotated in a manner I never thought I would be able to move. His gasps and groans of delight incited me to give more.
“Fuck, Gio!” He called out my name in wonder as I threw my ass back into his crotch over and over. His palm cracked over my ass. “Move for me, baby. Don’t stop. Gio, that’s so fucking hot.”
My vision went hazy and my eyes closed at the climax that rippled through me, handsfree and just about the most amazing thing I’d ever experienced. Cum leaked from my cock onto the bed. I clutched the post to which I was bound, my hole clenching tight from the force of my release.
Behind me Keith grunted, thrusting his hips and hitting my prostate. Another stream of cum squirted from my cock as he lay with his torso on my back, clutching my shoulders and grinding his cock so deep inside me his balls squished against my taint. It was like he was trying to crawl inside my body. His arms tightened on my shoulders and he puffed shallow breaths as he filled my ass with his release.
My knees buckled beneath me and I slammed into the bed, Keith on top of me, still clutching my shoulders like he never wanted to let go. Still buried inside me, his cock was slowly softening. I turned my head to one side and he kissed me awkwardly.
“I’ll never find someone else who understands me the way you do.”
As far as compliments went, it was one of the best I’d ever been told. Why then did I feel like something else had transpired tonight? I prayed, forgetting I didn’t believe in God, that I was wrong. I couldn’t take another on and off with Keith, not after tonight and the way he laid waste to me. How could anyone else measure up after this? I held on tight to the restraint that kept me bound to the bed when all I wanted was to be bound to Keith.