Page 13 of Dark Promises

Chapter 8

Daniel

After I headed home, slept through the night for a change, and none of that getting up three times in the night to let Sam do his business, to be honest, I thought he was jerking my chain anyway. But one night I stayed in bed, and locked him out of the room, and that was the day my cleaning lady finally quit.

“No. No. Mr. Daniel, dogs are supposed to be outside.” Well, she was from Guatemala, and this was New York. She continued lecturing me “I’ve had enough, Mr. Daniel. I love dogs, but this one is damaged. Your partner is to blame. He was such a beautiful puppy and when Mr. Cole didn’t return, Sam changed. I can’t work for you anymore until he sees a therapist.”

“Is there such a thing? I don’t think so,” I explained, hoping she’d stay on until I could get some answers about his behavior.

“Have you taken him to a trainer? A dog whisperer?” she questioned, with her bag in her hand shaking her head as Sam looked on, as if knowing he’d run another person away, and then that would only be him and me.

I was at Sam’s mercy. I wanted to give him away to someone in my building, but they had heard horror stories, and everyone I’d begged to keep him for a time wanted nothing to do with him. If they hadn’t heard the tales and agreed to take him for a night to see if they could have him as a pet, Sam ended up at my door the next morning in a box looking like a lost soul.

He was a baby then, but now he was full grown, and things hadn’t gotten any better. I just utilized the people I knew, and who owed me a favor, and now I was running out of favors and people. Deep down I didn’t want to lose Sam, therefore, I asked close friends, and my brother, Sidney, whom I suspected of passing around rumors of how awful Sam behaved, and he’d never keep him again. I guessed Sidney blamed me for his partner leaving, but I suspected it had to do with something basic like Sidney had never settled down, because he drank too much and enjoyed handcuffing his lovers to the bed, never asking for a safe word. That would do it.

Sam was only part of Sidney’s problem. Sidney was his own problem.

Sam was my last contact with Cole, and when Sidney brought him back, I’d been relieved, especially since he said his boyfriend didn’t want the puppy because he didn’t like dogs. He was a cat person, and no present would make him forget how Sidney behaved when he was drinking. In Sidney’s defense he was better when he drank.But now he’s been sober for years and he’s not as agreeable, or as much fun as before,I thought.

I was incredibly happy when Sidney brought Sam back to me, because after considering how much I loved that dog because we’d bonded when I was ill, and he slept at my side when I injured my leg falling in the snow. I knew once Sam went, I’d forget how much I needed Cole, how much I yearned for him and loved him. I wanted to hold on to that feeling as much as I wanted to hold on to Sam.

No one understood me the way Cole did. There was a deep dark passion inside me, and it had to come out. Cole was the one man who knew my secret, embraced it, and brought out that dark passion in me. I had this passion for Bondage. When I looked at a man and thought of him as a mate, I imagined I could tie him up and fuck him day and night, but not all the men I’d met shared that enthusiasm for this. That was until I met Cole.

With Cole he indulged my every whim and enjoyed me doing whatever I wanted, as long as it wasn’t severe, and that was where the safe word came. Because we were the same as far as sexual pleasure, we rarely used our safe words.

I’d tried telling my brother, Sidney, that if he went this way he’d have to use a safe word, but he didn’t get it. Therefore, I didn’t confide in him again, but I’d heard rumors around my club that Sidney was notorious for going beyond the limits of bondage and S&M. Nevertheless, he did engage in this with both men and women. He stated that he enjoyed sex with both sexes, but if he found a woman or man he was attracted to, he’d go with that particular person. It didn’t matter whether they were women or men. It was the act of bondage that had his dick quivering and quaking.

I was just the opposite. It had to be a male and a particular type, and therefore, no one I’d met would satisfy me the way Cole had, and as someone said, ‘Everything in the world is about sex.’ Yes, but sex that fitted into my desire had to include bondage. I was taking it out of context to suit my own needs, and my need was for Cole and the special feeling he gave me when I’d strapped him into a swing and fucked him.

The way I’d paddled his lean muscular ass and watched him, and I’d reacted to his moans and groans by jerking off when I fingered his hole, and laid my crop on his ass until he gave the safe word which he never did.

Thinking too much about Cole had me hard, but what was the point if I couldn’t have a warm body I was in love with, and that was why I remained single before I met Cole, and after he’d left me with something to remember him by.

With a hard cock, I tumbled out of bed with the notion I’d better enjoy the solitude before Ryan brought Sam back.

When I had time to get myself together and rest, it appeared I wanted to do anything but that. I worked twenty-four seven, because I didn’t want to think about Cole, and now it seemed I had to do something if just to get out of bed and make myself a cup of coffee and breakfast until I could hire someone to clean and cook for me. I knew it was only going to last for a few months, if that, before they ran for the door. But I had to do something because this place was becoming a house of horrors and I wasn’t talking about my pain room.

After forcing myself up, and heading to the kitchen, on my way the bell rang, and the doorman announced that I have a visitor. I heard a deep voice.

“Tell him it’s Sidney, and I’m coming up. And tell Daniel to put a muzzle on Sam. He hates me anyway.” I wondered why.

“Should I let him up to your apartment, Mr. Daniel?” the doorman said.

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