Unkinked, page 9
“Fuck,” said Derreck, groaning again as Maddy shifted so their cocks lined up. Derreck practically eclipsed him in both length and width, and the color difference was even more startling and alluring.
“Can I touch it?” asked Maddy without even looking up. More pre-cum escaped from Derreck’s cock, dripping down the crown and along the shaft. Maddy nudged his hips forward, the undersides of their cocks touching for the first time.
Derreck’s skin blazed next to his own until his groin felt like it had been dipped in molten chocolate. His sac throbbed, heavy and full. Maddy’s eyes rolled back in his head as he gave in to the urge to thrust a few times. The sensation was captivating.
“Fuck, yes,” said Derreck, fisting the slick material of the couch.
Maddy’s hand was too small to wrap around both of them at once, and his own pleasure was inconsequential. He reached for Derreck’s cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and squeezing. It pulsed, going even harder.
“Shit.” Derreck bucked beneath him, the head of his cock getting slicker. “I’m trying to hold back for you, but I won’t last long.” His breathing was ragged, his pupils dilated so his eyes were almost completely black.
Maddy forced his eyes to stay open so he could capture every moment. Sweat had gathered beneath Derreck’s curls, and his mouth was open, his pink tongue moving as he let out tiny sounds. Maddy wasn’t sure if attractive was the right word for Derreck, but he was enthralled, regardless. He’d never desired anyone the way he did Derreck. He’d never longed to just touch. Derreck was the first man that Maddy wouldn’t hesitate to call beautiful.
He blinked as Derreck’s throat bobbed with each swallow, the column of his thick neck flexing. The sight made Maddy’s cock throb, and he tightened his thighs around Derreck’s legs, his brutalized skin prickling with life. Derreck’s lips pursed, his pink tongue peeking out as he panted and groaned low as Maddy twisted his hand.
Maddy shuddered, his eyes falling shut as something inside him broke.
Pleasure that he’d only felt a few times in his life rushed through his body, battering his cock and balls like an explosive baseball bat. There was a moment of fear before he surged higher, the ache of his ass and sac encompassing him as he let go.
Was that what it was supposed to be like? He wanted to scream and cry and run a mile, all at once. That part had never happened before, not even when he’d taken himself in hand, not stopping until he had painted his belly with cum. That had been a prickle of nerves in comparison.
It was over just as suddenly as it had begun. The pleasure receded to nothing, and the pain sunk its claws deeper than it ever had. It was the most complete he had ever felt.
Derreck stared at him, his eyes wide and his mouth open in something akin to shock. Maddy’s hand was still on Derreck’s cock, gripping his shaft in a way that was probably too hard. Slowly, he pulled back, an apology on his lips.
“Come home with me tonight,” said Derreck.
Cold fear plunged over him. No. No. No. Sex would ruin everything that they had built together.
“Maddy, wait. Not for sex. I would never ask you for that unless I knew you were completely ready,” said Derreck, slipping their fingers together. “I can’t let you walk away right now. Please. We don’t even have to touch. I just need you with me.”
Maddy sank his teeth into his lip as he wiped his filthy hands on his dress shirt. The liquid soaked straight through the fabric, leaving a film on his skin. He needed a shower or a change of clothes at the very least, especially since he had rushed straight to the club after work without stopping to get changed. Derreck’s clothes wouldn’t fit him, but he was bound to have something appropriate.
Perhaps Derreck’s still-hard cock didn’t matter as much as Maddy had feared. And what did he have at home except for a bunch of empty rooms and a television that always told dirty jokes that he didn’t quite understand? Being alone didn’t sound like a great idea.
He understood Derreck—now more than ever.
“Okay.”
Chapter Seven
Derreck
Fuck, that smarts. Derreck pressed his lips together, breathing deep through his nose as he tried, and mostly failed, to shove his cock back into his pants. Every touch sent a whisper of pleasure through his body as he battled his self-control.
It was like trying to put a tent back into its original packaging—futile and probably the cause of thirty percent of all divorces. He wasn’t meant to fit into his jeans hard—especially his club jeans. It hadn’t mattered before, because he didn’t get hard from sceneing with a typical sub.
“You ready to go?” asked Derreck, cringing as he pulled the zipper all the way to the top. He would probably end up with a permanent bend in his cock, but it would have to be okay. Once he got hard, he stayed that way for a long-ass time.
“Yeah,” said Maddy. He had wiped his shirt with a damp cloth and had guzzled almost a full water bottle as Derreck struggled with his zipper. Maddy’s eyes were downcast, tracing the nonexistent pattern on the flooring. His lip was between his teeth again, but he hadn’t bitten down.
“Hey,” said Derreck, gripping Maddy’s chin and tilting his face up. Maddy blinked, his bloodshot eyes still wet. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“It’s fine, I just…” He tugged his chin away.
If Derreck hadn’t known any better, he would have guessed that Maddy was dropping, but something told him that wasn’t the case. There was something else hiding behind those beautiful blue eyes.
“Let’s go,” said Derreck, pulling the door wide. His erection would be obvious to any who cared to look, but that was another reason he loved Unkinked. There were enough hard cocks floating around that one more was hardly big news.
The air was cooler outside the door, and it sucked the heat away from his skin, his pants somehow pulling tighter. He cursed, casting his gaze to the rugged ceiling. He was determined to get through the next few hours and keep his promise.
He slid his hand along Maddy’s shoulder, hoping to steady his sub. Maddy had slumped his shoulders as they exited the room, and he had shrunk in on himself in a way that he always seemed to do when there was anyone watching. His sub was the furthest thing from an exhibitionist.
Derreck didn’t need a crowd to fuck someone up, though.
Maddy shrugged Derreck’s hand off without a word, his face beaming red in the low light. Shy, too.
“Did you want me to take you home?” Derreck asked. It would kill him to do it, but he wouldn’t keep Maddy without his consent. His skin thrummed with the need to hold Maddy close, but he held himself back. He had already pushed both of their limits—perhaps too far to repair.
“I— Phil?” Maddy jerked to a halt as he stared at someone in the nearest booth. A middle-aged gentleman’s head jerked up, his sparkling eyes going fierce and his smile pressing into a thin line.
Derreck tried to connect the name and the face, but Maddy’s blanch tore his focus away. Maddy’s eyes had gone wide, his mouth open in utter surprise as every muscle went taut. Taking a step back, Maddy collided with Derreck’s shoulder, flinching at the touch.
“Madison,” said Phil, looking over Maddy’s shoulder as Derreck took a step forward, putting himself between his sub and Phil.
Derreck narrowed his eyes in recognition. Phil was a Dom so far off Derreck’s radar that he didn’t even register as a blip. The young woman at his feet with dried tears on her face and a far-off look in her eyes was of more interest to him than Phil, and Derreck didn’t even like to get involved with women all that often.
Women could hide secrets beneath the thinnest veneers. He had no chance of breaking their shields and building them back up again. They were just too strong. Men were simpler…usually. Except Maddy.
“It’s Maddy,” Maddy responded, his voice harder than Derreck had ever heard it. He turned back, stunned at the force of the rage that was etched in Maddy’s every movement.
“What are you doing here, Phil?” Maddy’s voice dropped into a low hiss. The dungeon master was nowhere in sight, but Derreck spied Clint as he glanced their way from behind the bar. To anyone who didn’t know Clint, he appeared relaxed as he polished a glass and refilled another. Derreck knew him better than that.
“I certainly have more right to be here than you do,” said Phil, leaning back in his seat as he spread his legs wide. Threading his hand into his sub’s hair, Phil tugged once before patting the top of her head. Her expression crinkled. “At least I have a membership. I’m surprised they even let you in here with your background and all.”
Maddy stiffened, curling his hands into fists until his knuckles bled white. “My background?”
A smirk slithered its way over Phil’s features as he nodded. His silver hair glinted in the low light, the stubble on his chin the perfect mix of scruff and definition. Is it bad that I want to shave his face and slit his throat? Derreck shook his head. He wasn’t there to bury anyone.
“Or maybe they don’t know.” Phil leaned forward, his eyes twinkling. “It would be interesting to see what would happen if anyone in here found out about you. And think about your coworkers… If they knew you were in a place like this, with your problem, it might not go well for you.” He shook his head, clicking his tongue.
Rage had never felt quite so palpable before. It burned its way along Derreck’s hands, whirling higher until his chest ached and his gut boiled. Phil hadn’t been a blip before because he was a good-looking douche with a capital ‘d’. But blackmail in a place like Unkinked? That made him a big fucking problem.
Derreck had Phil by the throat before he could utter another word. His hand clamped down against his will, choking Phil’s yell off with a few pounds of perfectly placed pressure. The fear that crept over Phil’s face and obliterated his smirk had Derreck’s gut throbbing with glee.
“Tell me that I didn’t just hear you try to blackmail my sub,” said Derreck, not letting up the pressure until Phil’s face morphed from red to purple. The vein at Phil’s temple throbbed as the pressure increased, his eyes popping wide.
Phil’s sub scrambled away on her hands and knees, letting out a garbled shout as her long hair tangled in his fingers, tugging a few strands free.
“Derreck, what are you doing?” Maddy shouted, tugging at Derreck’s shoulder.
Derreck turned to him, glancing from the horrified flush on Maddy’s face to the way he gripped Derreck’s shoulder hard enough to bruise. Nah, I’m not done yet. “Check on his sub. She looks like she might be high.” Then he turned his attention back to Phil. “You didn’t answer me,” he said to Phil, who was still struggling, only able to get the tiniest breath of air when Derreck allowed it. “Your membership is suspended either way, but if she’s high, you’re fucking done.”
Clint rushed in, at Derreck’s back before he even had to call out to him. Clint knelt next to Phil’s sub, taking her hand to lead her away from the commotion while he spoke to her in hushed tones.
“Maddy’s a freak,” Phil whispered, his words barely audible. “Your sub lied to you.”
Derreck tilted his head, watching the way Phil’s temple thudded in time with the pulse under his hand. With just a little bit more pressure Derreck could end him and bury him in the dirt where he belonged. Not with this many witnesses, though, and with Maddy at his side looking more frightened of him with each passing throb.
“It doesn’t matter. Get the fuck out or I’ll take you the fuck out.” Derreck released him, stepping back as Phil fell to his knees. Phil hacked as he clutched his throat, his chest heaving as he tried to suck in a breath. His perfect suit had been crumpled in the struggle, the button torn from the hole that was now beyond repair. Who the fuck wears a suit to a kink club? Seriously?
Derreck took a step back, checking in with Clint, who was back by the bar with Phil’s sub. The bruises around Phil’s pale neck would brand him with a collar. Men like Phil wanted power for power’s sake, and the collar would be as much of a threat as it was a warning. Derreck had the feeling that Phil wasn’t a true Dom anyway, only a manipulator of the system so he could feel better about his own dick size.
“You won’t get away with this,” Phil hissed at Maddy as he struggled to his feet. Grabbing the table, he hefted himself off the ground, taking a step toward Maddy with his fist raised. Maddy blanched, his already pale face going snow white.
Is this guy for real? The second the choking stopped, did he really think he was God again?
Derreck moved in close, reveling in the way Phil flinched. Grabbing Phil’s shoulder, he dug his fingers into the meat, pinching every nerve within his grasp. His lips hovered by Phil’s ear, the smell of cologne and aftershave overpowering.
“Excuse me?” asked Derreck, letting his voice drop into a growl. “I don’t recall giving you permission to speak. A boy who can’t listen and speaks out of turn isn’t worth anything at all.”
Phil struggled to pull away, flinching as Derreck gripped harder. He was like a fly battering at Derreck, his useless wings breaking off with every movement.
“You can crawl out of here. Bad boys don’t deserve to walk.” Derreck leaned back, soaking up the fury as he spoke loud enough for the onlookers to hear. “Push me and see what happens.”
It was technically on the edge of the rules. The audience that was silently looking on had not agreed to be part of their little scene…but neither had Maddy. Phil’s sub looked like she wasn’t in a state to consent to anything from the way her eyes darted around, her gaze lost and unfocused.
Phil dropped back to his knees, grumbling as he glared up at them. Maintaining eye contact, Phil coughed as he went down on his hands, his face blazing as he touched the slightly sticky floor. No matter how many times the place was cleaned, a bar was still a bar.
Derreck could imagine the humiliation that was enveloping Phil, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel the least bit sorry. Fuck with me, and you’ll get the bull’s horns, but fuck with my sub? You might wish you were dead.
Derreck let out a breath as Phil dropped his gaze. Humiliation really wasn’t his thing, although he’d been with a few subs who had liked it, so he knew his way around the kink. Watching Phil struggle across the ground, his knees probably burning under his weight as he shuffled over the hardwood, did absolutely nothing for him.
If it had been Maddy doing the crawling? Derreck shook his head. His sub was as shy as he was polite. Asking Maddy to humiliate himself would be the end of their agreement. He silently added it to Maddy’s hard limits.
“Oh, Phil, just one more thing.” Derreck waited until Phil was nearly at the curtain before he called out. “You can leave your key card at the door. It won’t work again after today.”
Phil slapped the floor, his back going straight as he glared at Derreck. His face was bright red, steam almost visible from his ears. The curtain slipped wide as the bouncer rounded on Phil, his hand outstretched. Phil reached for it, presumably to pull himself back up, but the bouncer slapped Phil’s hand away.
“Your card.”
I hope this bouncer sticks around. He seems like a good guy. Derreck could always appreciate a man who had his back.
Derreck didn’t even wait until the outside door slammed shut before he turned to Maddy. Most of the couples around them had gone back to their conversations, a bubble of noise wrapping around them as the tension dissipated. The sound of sobs reached him as Phil’s sub broke down.
Some of the onlookers had probably seen a similar show before, because Derreck didn’t have a reputation for no reason. If there was one rule that he followed in his life, it was consent, and allowing the scum of the earth to violate that was just as bad as doing it himself.
“What did you just do?” asked Maddy, taking a step back when Derreck reached for him. His eyes were wide and terrified, and Derreck’s heart thudded uncomfortably as he lost his internal balance.
“What needed to be done. You remember the rules?” asked Derreck. Consent was the rule that reigned above all in the community. “There are no second chances here, Maddy.”
Derreck longed to touch him and slide his thumb over Maddy’s cheek until his terror fizzled away, but he knew when to stop pushing. Maddy was shutting down, a shield snapping over him before Derreck’s eyes. Maddy fiddled with the sleeve on his shirt, tugging it down until it slipped over his knuckles, hiding them from view.
Clint had moved Phil’s sub to one of the bar stools, a glass of water before her and a blanket over her shoulders. She wobbled visibly, a hand to her lips as she listened to whatever Clint was saying, her head bobbing every few seconds.
“I didn’t take anything,” she said as Derreck moved closer. “Phil only gave me an aspirin when I told him I had a headache. I wasn’t really up for anything today, but he was going away on a business trip.”
Derreck grimaced, catching Clint’s gaze and nodding once. The poor girl had definitely been lied to. Aspirin didn’t make you slur or throw you off balance so you could barely sit on a stool. He would leave it up to Clint to convince the girl to go to the hospital and get treatment.
“We’re good,” said Clint as Derreck hovered at the edge of their bubble. “You can take off.”
Derreck grunted, turning back to Maddy…who wasn’t even there. The middle of the bar was clear, the so-called dancefloor where he had almost choked Phil out, deserted.
Shit. Things were going from bad to worse.
He pushed his way through the curtain at the front door, bowling by the bouncer who was clutching Phil’s white key card and looking like he was barely keeping his questions behind tight lips. He grabbed the door handle and threw it open.
The heat and humidity of summer struck him like a physical force, tearing the breath from his lungs and compressing his chest. After two steps, sweat brimmed on his skin, dripping down from his hair to the collar of his T-shirt.
