Roped (21 page)

“That’ll be all,” Tackett said evenly without looking at the man and dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

Jamie watched curiously as the man’s expression darkened dangerously before he spun on his heels and stomped out of the room. There was definitely some history there.

“Come have a drink,” Tackett called to Jamie as he began filling glasses with the amber fluid. “Perhaps it will help you relax.”

“Yeah, Jamie, relax,” Tek muttered.

Jamie made an affronted sound that was basically a fuck you. He wasn’t sure the drink would help, but he accepted the offer and plopped down in the chair next to Tackett, Tek following and taking the empty seat to Jamie’s right.

“Thanks,” Jamie mumbled and took a sip, the scotch smooth and warm all the way to his belly.

“Damn, that boy doesn’t give up,” Rig laughed and slapped Tackett on the back. “What the hell did you do to him?”

“I gave him the spanking he so very much needed. Didn’t even fuck him,” Tackett said defensively.

“Ah, then this is young Vincent’s problem,” Bobby said with a slight grin. “He won’t give up until he’s savored your beast.”

“Not going to happen,” Tackett responded curtly. He brought his glass to his lips and, before taking a sip, murmured, “I value my beast attached, thank you very much.”

Rig hooted and slapped the table hard enough the bottle nearly toppled. “I’m sure your naughty pup likes it attached as well. But if I were Vincent, I wouldn’t go about showing his nuts when Micah was around.”

“Perhaps you and Bobby can take him on, keep him busy,” Tackett suggested. “You’d be doing him a great service. You know, saving his nuts and all,” he chuckled.

“Not our type,” Bobby said with a sniff. “Way too prissy.”

Jamie sipped his drink slowly, listening as the three older men discussed the various submissive men in the club. Jamie found himself relaxing now that the focus was no longer on him. The same easy feeling settled over Jamie that he’d experienced his first night in the Guards of Folsom, one of peace. Hearing these men talk about their sexual exploits with other men as they laughed and good-naturedly teased the other produced a feeling of camaraderie in Jamie. He didn’t have a clue as to what some of the shit they were talking about was, but it didn’t matter.

Jamie tilted his head and looked at Tek who was laughing along with the others and realization hit Jamie right in the chest. For the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged. As odd as it was, while sitting in a club in New York City, he had the sense of being home. Jamie set his glass on the table, laid his hand on Tek’s thigh, and squeezed gently. Tek looked over at him and winked and then laced their fingers together.

“What about you, Jamie? Interested in any of the subs in the club?” Rig inquired.

Jamie shook his head. “I like mine big and beefy,” he said easily.

“Submission isn’t about the size of your body,” Bobby informed him. “It’s a state of mind. Remember that one sub?” Bobby asked, looking at Tackett and snapping his fingers several times. “The one nearly as big as Tek and Jamie here.”

“Mario,” Rig piped in.

“That’s it! Son of a bitch was huge!” Bobby exclaimed. “To look at him, you’d think he was a Dom, but he was a complete, and damn well-trained, I might add, submissive.”

“Really?” Tek asked. “I’d think someone that big and powerful wouldn’t want everyone knowing he was weak.”

“Ah, but that’s the thing, Tek. Subs are far from weak. In fact, they have all the power in a Dom/sub relationship.”

“No way,” Jamie said disbelievingly. “How in the hell does someone who is being tied up and beat on have all the power? That makes no fucking sense.”

“So you’re saying Micah has all the power over you?” Tek added in the same skeptical tone.

“In more ways than one,” Bobby snickered.

Tackett flipped Bobby off. “To answer your question, Tek, yes, Micah wields all the power when we’re doing a scene. It takes a very strong man to have such control over his body. Micah also has the power to stop the scene at any time by using his safeword. I can only do to Micah what he allows me.”

“Wow,” Jamie mused and ran his hand across his itchy jaw. “I never thought of it that way before.”

“I can give you an idea of how difficult it is to submit. If you’re up for it, I’d like to do a little experiment,” Tackett offered.

Jamie and Tek stared at each other for a moment in silent questioning.

“It’s nothing kinky, and I won’t ask you to take your clothes off or spank the other,” Tackett added with a knowing grin.

Tek shrugged. “Okay,” Jamie told Tackett. “What do you want me to do?”

Tackett gulped the last of his scotch before standing. “If you gentleman will follow me,” he said and moved to the center of the room.

They both followed Tackett, still holding hands.

“Jamie, if you’ll stand right here,” Tackett said, pointing to the spot just in front of him. “Hands at your sides. Yes, just like that,” he said approvingly when Jamie moved into position.

“Your only job is to stand there. You’re to keep your eyes open, and you’re not allowed to move or speak. Easy enough, right?”

“Sure,” Jamie answered.

“Good, now, Tek, I just want you to touch him. You can touch him anywhere you wish. Jamie’s body is yours to do as you please. However, for now, you may only use your hands, lips, or tongue. And, you cannot move him out of position nor can you cause him any pain. Got it?”

“Oh this is going to be fun.” Tek smirked. “Got it.”

Jamie gave a small nervous laugh at the mischievous tone of Tek’s voice but forced himself to relax. All he had to do was stand there and not talk. No biggie.

“Jamie, try to clear your mind as you submit your body to Tek and obey the rules. You may begin,” Tackett informed them and returned to his chair.

“I feel like a kid in a candy store,” Tek murmured against Jamie’s ear. “Where shall I start? What delights shall I sample first?”

Jamie pulled away from the tickling sensation as Tek blew against his ear.

“That’s one, Jamie,” Tackett announced.

Jamie shot a look at Tackett, who was pouring more scotch in his glass, and started to protest, but he clamped his mouth shut.
Don’t move, right
.

“Yeah, don’t move, baby. I promise this won’t hurt a bit.” Tek’s lip twitched as the bastard tried to hold back his laughter.

Jamie bristled at being called baby, but he tightened down on his muscles and his reaction and stood stone still.

Tek ran his hand across Jamie’s chest, his palm brushing over Jamie’s nipples causing them to harden, and then slowly made his way down Jamie’s stomach, his fingers hovering over the button on Jamie’s jeans.

“If we were home,” Tek whispered for Jamie’s ears only. “I’d have you undressed so fucking fast and be on my knees.” Tek’s hand cupped Jamie’s growing erection. “Would you like that? Want me to suck your dick?”

Jamie’s eyes closed as heat infused his groin, and he hardened further in Tek’s strong grip. “Yes,” he affirmed breathlessly.

“That’s two.”

Jamie’s eyes flashed open, and he turned his head to glare at Tackett. Before he could think better of it, he complained, “But he asked me a question.”

Bobby covered his mouth and turned away, but Jamie could see the man was trying to hold back his laughter by the way his shoulders shook. Tackett and Rig, however, were both staring at Jamie with raised brows.
Fuck!
This was harder than he’d thought. Jamie shook his head and found a spot on the wall to focus on.
No talking, no moving, clear my mind
. He could do this.

“As a submissive, you must learn to suppress your urges and desires,” Tackett drawled. “Your Dom’s pleasure must become more important than your own.”

How the hell was that even possible
, Jamie mused. The way his dick was twitching, his skin tingling, all Jamie wanted to do was to grab Tek and kiss that cocky grin off his face. That and push into the firm grip on his cock, but he refused to move. He was hell-bent on showing them he was strong enough to do this.

Tek moved to stand behind Jamie, pressed his chest against Jamie’s back, and nuzzled the side of his neck. When Tek’s tongue left a wet trail along his flesh, Jamie clenched his jaw and stared unblinkingly at the wall.

Teeth came next, nipping at the large juncture of neck and shoulder. Jamie curled his fingers into fists and clamped down on the shudder that threatened. The room was silent except for the muffled sounds of the music playing out in the main club and Jamie’s harsh breath as he breathed heavily through his nose.

Tek began worrying a spot on Jamie’s shoulder with teeth and lips as his hands slid around Jamie’s waist and pulled him hard against him. An involuntary moan escaped him as Tek’s hard cock pressed against the crease of Jamie’s ass, and he pushed back against it.

“Jamie,” Tackett called out sharply.

Jamie’s eyes snapped open, and he jerked upright. He hadn’t been aware of his eyes closing or that he was leaning heavily against Tek as his lover rubbed against his ass.

“You have broken the simple rules I’ve set for you numerous times in a matter of minutes,” Tackett chastised lightly, coming to stand once again in front of Jamie, drink in hand. “Is it really that difficult to follow a few simple rules?”

“It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be,” Jamie admitted, chagrined.

“You see, true submission takes an inner strength very few possess,” Tackett said softly. “They must, in a sense, have complete control over their minds and bodies and willingly hand both over to their Dom. A good Dom can teach him, push his bounds, and take him places he never thought he could. But ultimately, it is the sub who holds the real power.”

Tek tightened his hold on Jamie and rested his chin on Jamie’s shoulder. “Those are some badass little dudes,” Tek surmised.

“And big dudes,” Tackett reminded him with a grin. “But yes, I suppose they are. Damn sure nothing weak about them.”

“I’ll say,” Jamie agreed. “I think I need a drink.”

“And more practice,” Tek chuckled and released Jamie.

They all returned to their seats, and Jamie accepted a fresh drink from Bobby.

“Tonight was just for fun,” Bobby informed them. “But when you’re truly doing a scene, both of you should be completely sober. I have a list of rules and some literature on safe play I’ll make sure to get to you,” Bobby offered.

“That would be great,” Jamie responded. “But I think for tonight I’m gonna go home, enjoy my buzz, and have a little vanilla fun.” The experiment had left him more than a little turned on, and he had a bit of payback to dole out. “Ain’t that right, Tek?” he proposed and cupped Tek’s dick.

Tek coughed on his drink, his eyes going wide, causing everyone to laugh.

What was that saying? Something about give a man enough rope and he’ll hang himself? Yeah well, Jamie never did do things the conventional way. Give that man enough rope and I was the one hung.

Tek Cain

“W
OW
! T
HIS
looks great,” Blake complimented.

Jamie jerked, flailing momentarily as he tripped over his toolbox with the unexpected visitor. He caught himself at the last moment but cursed as the tools went scattering across the floor.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” Blake said apologetically and helped Jamie collect the tools.

“No problem,” Jamie assured him. “I was daydreaming, and thanks.”

Jamie had been working in the evenings doing light construction and painting for Blake and Ty. They were adding a private section off from the main club for members only. The private club had a large social area with heavy leather club chairs and tables in front of a stage. A large wood and stainless steel bar had been installed just the day before and looked amazing. But it was the side rooms that Jamie had been most fascinated with.

Each of the eight rooms had a private bath with walk-in showers and was heavily soundproofed and wired for security, including a panic button. Once the construction and painting was complete, the rooms would be furnished with armoires, king-sized beds, and various implements to satisfy certain kinks. It was the heavy metal rings he’d been bolting to the floors and ceilings in each room that piqued Jamie’s interest, however.

They finished gathering up the scattered tools and then stood side by side to admire the completed room.

“I’ll be glad to see this construction mess finished,” Blake commented. “I hate all this disorganization.”

“A little OCD, are ya?” Jamie teased.

Jamie really liked Blake Henderson. He was a hell of a nice guy and great to work for, but he was a little anal when it came to the workings of the club. And holy hell, was the guy a stickler for safety. Jamie wasn’t the only one who noticed it. It was well known around the club, and Blake took the ribbing he got good-naturedly.

“One can never be too careful.” Blake smirked.

“Everything on schedule for the grand opening?” Jamie inquired as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm and finished packing up the last of the tools.