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NICK
An hour later, as we finish exploring the artwork on the fourth floor, Adam asks if I want to see the penthouse suite.
“Is that where the magic happens?” I tease.
Adam looks startled, like I just revealed one of his deep, dark secrets to a roomful of strangers. He doesn’t say a word, but the displeasure darkens his eyes instantly.
“I’m so s-s-sorry!” I stammer. “I always say stupid things when I’m anxious.”
My stomach clenches and an icy chill scrabbles down my back. The hints of calm that I’d been feeling vanish instantly, replaced by jittery nerves.
He nods. “Are you anxious now?”
“A bit, yeah.” I bury both hands in my pockets. “The night’s turning out a lot differently than I expected. I didn’t think it would be…well, I definitely didn’t think I’d meet someone like you.”
“Likewise,” he says. “My friend had to literally beg me to show up tonight. But when I saw you from across the room, I was really glad that I agreed to come.”
I manage a shaky smile. “So am I.”
“Well, then.” He motions at the entrance to the suite for a second time. “Are you ready?”
“Definitely,” I reply.
I sneak a glance at him as he uses the keycard to unlock the door. His profile is strong and masculine; full lips arched into a relaxed grin, the prominent bridge of his nose lifted slightly and the blue-gray eyes focused keenly on the task.
I glance away when he suddenly turns toward me, shifting my gaze to an abstract painting above a nearby loveseat in the hall. The image captures exactly how I feel: wooly black lines against a white background. I’m stressed out and doubtful now that we’re going to be truly alone. It’s always been the case when I meet someone new, especially someone as fucking gorgeous as Adam. My body and brain jostle through the usual dance: questioning and analyzing everything while the heat goes straight to my cock.
Adam’s deep voice slices into my jumbled thoughts. “Doing okay?”
I nod. “I’ve been great since you walked up and saved me from Stanley.”
His laugh is warm and spirited. “You’ve got a little sass tucked away in there, don’t you, boy?”
I feel my face redden. “Maybe a smidge.”
“A smidge? Is that another one of your grandmother’s expressions?”
“She used it constantly,” I tell him, blushing for the millionth time. “Some of my friends give me shit for saying it, but it always makes me giggle.”
He lifts one eyebrow. “You might be giggling now, but I doubt you will once we get inside.” He opens the door and swats my ass. “Let’s go, boy!”
I cross the threshold and step into a room that’s as luxurious as any I’ve seen at upscale hotels. On the left, a chandelier hangs above an expansive sitting area decorated in gray, black and white. On the right, a massive canopy bed is dressed with a pale gray duvet, a faux fur coverlet and a mound of fluffy pillows. Votive candles flicker on the side tables and dresser, perfuming the air with the subtle aroma of gardenia and lemon.
“Would you like anything to drink?” he asks, motioning across the room. “There’s a full bar in the alcove near the windows.”
I glance across the room and see a small niche outfitted with overstuffed chairs, a wet bar and full-size refrigerator.
“And if you want something that isn’t stocked here, we can contact the concierge and he’ll send it up. My friend runs the club like a boutique hotel, so nearly every appetite can be satisfied and ever whim indulged.”
“I’m okay for now,” I reply.
“Very well,” Adam says. “In that case, we can—” When I reach up to remove my mask, he grabs my arm. “Not yet, Nick. In fact, I’ve got something very specific in mind for us.” He pauses. “If, that is, you’re willing to play along and let me direct the evening. I think of it as a ‘getting to know you’ type of scene.”
I gulp in a deep breath. “What is it?”
“Are you comfortable with wearing a blindfold?”
I nod. “I don’t have tons of experience with kink, but I’ve tried a few things.”
Adam chuckles. “I was thinking of something a little less involved than a deep throat gag, ten-inch dildo and a heavy tail flogger,” he says. “Maybe some preliminary Daddy/boy roleplay fun?”
“That sounds good. Like the basic things?”
“Well, that depends on how you define basic,” Adam replies. “But I promise you that it will be pleasurable in every way.”
As my eyes glide from Adam’s chiseled jaw to his sleeve tattoos and then down to the bulge in his jeans, my mind races in a dozen directions at once. “Ready to begin?” He flashes another wide smile. “Or would you prefer to talk a bit more about preferences and hard limits?”
“I’m ready.” I pull in another jittery breath. “And thanks for being patient with me.”
He smiles before gesturing toward the far side of the room. “The door on the left opens to a hallway that leads to the changing room and closets. When you go into the dressing area, you’ll find some items on the center table. When you’ve changed into the gear that I selected earlier, let me know that you’re ready and I’ll guide you back to this room. From that point forward, you’ll call me Daddy and I’ll call you—”
“Boy?” I say quickly.
“That’s right, boy.”
There’s a confident lift in his voice; the sound of control and authority that I crave. It makes my cock swell with anticipation.
“And then you’ll bring me back out here?” I feel my stomach tremble.
Adam smiles. “Don’t worry,” he says warmly. “You’ll understand once you see the things that I want you to wear.”
I smile nervously. “What is it?” I ask, feeling the butterflies in my stomach churn even faster. “I mean, I’m not into handcuffs or restraints until I really get to know someone?”
He offers a nod. “Do you trust me, boy?”
I don’t even know you. How can I answer that question?
“I see the hesitation on your face,” he says, moving closer. “And I don’t blame you for being wary. We’ve just met. And I get the impression from your hesitation that you’ve been hurt fairly recently by another man. Well, I can promise you one thing: I will never hurt you. Before we do anything, I’ll ask for your safe word. At any point, if you’re feeling uncomfortable or panicky, just use that word and we’ll stop.”
“Shadow,” I say. “That’s my word.”
“That’s easy to remember,” Adam says. “Now, unless you have other questions, why don’t you go into the changing room and see what I’ve prepared for you to wear.”
I turn to walk away, but then think of another question.
“When did you plan all of this?”
Adam’s eyes flare. “The second that I saw you downstairs,” he answers. “Was it wishful thinking? You bet it was. But the moment that I noticed you talking to Oliver, I slipped away and came up to the suite. At that moment, I didn’t know if we’d even end up talking, but I was determined to be ready if we did and you seemed interested in having some fun together.”
A few more questions tumble into my mind, but I push them aside. I don’t want to delay the night any further. It’s time to stop thinking and surrender to the adventure.
“I’ll be waiting,” Adam says as I cross the room. “But take all the time that you need.”
Once I’m in the changing room and see the outfit that he wants me to wear, I realize I won’t need any time at all. There are four things on top of the table in the center of the room: a black jockstrap, white crew socks, a leather harness and a black satin blindfold.
“Holy fuck!” I say to my reflection in the floor mirror tucked in one corner. “I love the way this man thinks!”
I quickly slip out of my clothes, arrange them neatly on a side chair and get dressed in the jock, harness and socks.
After taking a final look at my reflection in the mirror, I tie the blindfold over my eyes and turn toward the hallway.
“Daddy?” I call. “I’m dressed.”
I hold my breath and wait. In less than a minute, I hear Adam’s footsteps on the gleaming marble floor.
“You ready boy?”
My pulse quickens. “Yes, Daddy.”
I feel the tips of his fingers on my shoulder. “We’ll go back down the hallway to the bedroom,” he tells me. “Then I’ll guide you to the foot of the bed. I want you to kneel on the cushion that I’ve arranged for you. Is that understood?”
My heart quivers in my chest. Why did I agree to this? Why didn’t I decline the invitation to see the rest of the house? Then I could be home right now, fisting my cock and fantasizing about a hot daddy instead of being suddenly terrified that I’m going to disappoint him somehow and find myself disposed of yet again. Like the way Taylor tossed me aside.
I smile. “Yes, Daddy. What happens after—”
“No questions unless I ask you directly!” His voice is hard and sharp. “If you’re uncomfortable with anything, just use your safe word. Do you understand?”
I take a breath. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s good, boy,” he says. “The cushion is directly in front of you, so go ahead and kneel when you’re ready.”
He keeps a firm grip on my hand and elbow as I slowly lower myself onto the tufted pad.
“There’s a bottle of lube on the floor a few inches to your right. I want you to pick it up and grease your fingers thoroughly. Then I want you to lean forward, place your forehead on the edge of the bed and slide one finger into your hole.”
I feel my cock shudder.
“Is that understood, boy?” he asks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I find the bottle, slather the greasy gel on the first two fingers of my right hand and then comply with his request. The lube is cool, but warms quickly as I guide one finger into my ass.
I hear the zipper of his jeans and then the snap of the top button.
“How many fingers do you have in, boy?”
“Just one, sir.”
“Make it two,” he says. “I want that hole stretched so it’s ready to go.”
My cock convulses again at the thought of Adam thrusting into me. Since my relationship ended with Taylor, I’ve played with toys and my own fingers. But the thought of Adam’s girth widening the tight opening makes my breath snag in my throat.
“You okay, boy?” There’s a hint of genuine warmth in his tone, like he’s taking things slow to ensure my comfort with his plan.
“Yes, sir. I’m just excited to be doing this with you.”
I hear the jeans drop to the floor.
“Very good,” Adam says. “Now while you work those fingers in your hole, I’m going to walk around and stand in front of you.”
I feel him brush against my right shoulder as he circles me. Then he puts one hand on the top of my head.
“Open your mouth,” he says in a low gravelly tone. “And lean forward.”
When I follow his order, I feel the warm tip of his cock press against my tongue.
“Take it all, boy,” he whispers. “Start with the tip. Then close your mouth around it and slide all the way down very slowly. I want you to have a taste of my dick before I put it where it really needs to be.”
I obey the commands, listening to Adam moan loudly as my lips tighten around the wide, throbbing cock. As his hoarse grunts continue to drone from above, I want to fist my own dick. But I know that I need his permission to speak, so I concentrate on taking every inch of him into my mouth until he’s pressed against the back of my throat.
“How does that taste, boy?”
I groan with pleasure. Then I move my hand to the base of Adam’s dick, squeeze tightly and slip the glistening shaft from my mouth.
“It’s amazing, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Very good,” he says, reaching down and helping me to my feet. “Now it’s my turn.”