Page 10 of Blood Ties
He secures my wrists again, followed by my midsection, and I'm back to being restrained, with little mobility. My cheeks spread apart and a warm tongue slides between them, lightly grazing over my pucker. I shake and rut forward as much as the restraints allow me. He laps at my rim sloppily and hungrily as if he's gone his whole life starved for me. He has full control of my pleasure. I'm bound and completely at his mercy as he drives me wild with his mouth. It's exhilarating. His tongue thrusts inside my hole and his hand comes down on my right cheek. Smack. I float higher with my inner walls squeezing together and my thighs quivering. A finger slides inside me, working its way in and out alongside his tongue.
"Color?"
"Verde."
He slides in a second finger, licking around the intrusion, spitting inside. The wetter I am, the more his fingers slide in with ease. He enters a third finger, spreading me wider, working his way deeper inside my channel. An electric current runsthrough me when he hits my prostate and the cuffs pull harder, tugging on my skin.
Not wanting it to end, I deny myself of my own orgasm, clenching my hole. The endorphins send a rush through me, leaving me lightheaded and breathless. Heat pools in the front center of my body and I tense up, pushing down the waves before they can rise. Not only don't I want it to end, I need to hear the magic words I've been longing for every time I've reached euphoria alone. A hand slips beneath me, twisting my nipple and I yank hard on the restraints, panting.
"Come for me, precious."
My eyes widen as his fingers slam into me harder, increasing their speed with each thrust. Being so close to sweet and utter bliss has me reaching harder this time, letting the pleasure cascade through me until it blinds my vision. It's too much and not enough at the same time. His fingers move from my nipple to my aching cock, stroking and tugging until I'm coming so hard I'm convulsing.
"So fucking beautiful. The perfect reward for the perfect boy."
His fingers slip out of me, and my body goes slack against the whipping horse. Lips press to the insides of my thighs and he peppers kisses up my back, stroking my skin. Large fingers slide through my hair, rubbing my scalp gently. "Until we meet again, Mi conejito."
He unhooks the straps, and his footsteps move away from me. Then the door opens and closes, leaving me the only person in the room. It takes me a few minutes to get up and get my clothes on. My legs are shaky the whole way to the car. Germo tries to help steady me and I swat him away, needing more than ever to be able to stand on my own. The drive back home feels longer than the one to the club. Germo hands me a cold bottle of water, and I drain it in one sitting. I don't look out the window this timeand close my eyes as the side of my face presses against the cool glass.
Neither Germo or I say anything to one another the whole ride or even when we get out of the car and enter the house. I run straight up the stairs to my room, stripping my clothes to the floor. Pulling back the blankets on my bed, I crawl underneath.
My face presses into my pillow as I shift myself onto my stomach. Tears well in my eyes. I don't know if it's because of the sweet, much needed release I got tonight or because once it was over and he left, I'd never felt more alone.
Chapter 5
Miguel
It took every ounce of strength I had to walk out of that room last night. I knew if I had looked back, I'd keep my ride waiting way longer than intended. My guards had stayed outside, making sure no one tampered with the car. I can't be too careful these days with all the targets on my back. No one knows I’m here, but it wouldn't take them long to find me, especially not a man like Marcus.
By now he already knows exactly where I am. I couldn’t stop myself the moment I'd opened my mouth. Something inside me needed him to know. I bit my tongue to keep from saying all the things I'd wanted to tell him. One was louder in my head than others. Every time my lips came near his ears, I wanted to whisper, “I’m here, mi amor and I’ll never leave you again.”
What if he needed to hear it as much as I needed to say it? I couldn’t risk our time being tarnished due to my greed. How could I not want more when he’s around? He’s always been abeacon of hope, the flame that’s guided me through the dark. I had wanted to drown in his light, not caring if I burned in the process.
On the way back to the hotel last night, I sat in the back seat of one of the rental cars, replaying his moans and movements. He was as beautiful as I remembered. I let myself get so lost in the past, imagining we were back in the same hotel we'd used to meet in. The place that was once ours. Being in a private room with him at the club last night had made me realize, the location didn't matter. We could have that place anywhere as long as we're together—escape any troubles and stresses headed our way.
Wishing to be back in a private room with him, I pace back and forth in front of the bed in the hotel room, occasionally glancing out the window. Not even sure what I'm waiting for anymore. I'd booked a large suite and rented two cars for the next few days. Something in the back of my mind tells me those few days may turn into weeks if he keeps going back to The Red Dungeon. I'd make sure I am the only one who touches him every time.
Mateo would have to continue standing in my place, but I know it won't be a problem when he has Gabriel at his side. I’ve watched Mateo grow over the last few years, flourishing and thriving. I used to be worried he couldn’t handle taking over, but now I know I’ve been wrong all this time. He's more capable than I’ve ever given him credit for. It’s in his blood after all. He’s a Juventino. One day, he and Gabriel will fully take over and I will follow Marcus all over the fucking world, continuously making sure he’s safe. Even if I have to remain hidden in the shadows, never being allowed to touch him again.
The door clicks open, and I stop moving, continuing to glance out the window.
"I got here as soon as I could,” the recognizable voice says from behind me. Able clears his throat. “Made sure everything wastaken care of before I left. Cesar told me you needed me here more."
I nod, not glancing back. I'd have to face Able's worried eyes if I did. After meddling in my business last night, sending Carl back home is the right choice. His only job was to get me to and from the club safely. One of my other guards caught him snooping around my car, trying to get information from the club owner, demanding who I was there to see. Something about him had rubbed me the wrong way the minute he picked me up from the airplane's landing strip. Able should have been with me the whole time. He's the only one I can truly trust.
"I'm glad you could finally make it. I need you to do something for me."
"Que es?"
"I need you to plant this tracker under someone's car. Let me know when it's done."
I pull out a sheet of paper and hand it to him. He takes it from me and slides it inside his coat pocket. "Consider it done."
Able doesn't question who the person is and does as he's told. It's the reason he's worked for me so long and has always been one of the very few men I depend on the most. He exits the room and I pick up my phone to make a call. There's only one way to know if I've made an impression on my play partner last night.
"Red Dungeon, this is Venny speaking."
"Hola, Venny. This is Mr. Ortega. I'd like to schedule another visit at the club this week. Looking for a sub similar to the one last night."
