Chapter 1

Damian's pov

Saturday 24th April 2021

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"How have you been? It's been so long since I last saw you!" Demi says as he hugs me tightly. I'm meeting him at a bar for a catch up because I haven't seen him, other then at the club, since Marcus' wedding day. I even dressed up nice in a navy suit.

"I'm doing good, how are you?" I ask. Lies, I'm not okay. But he doesn't need to know that.

"I'm fine, I'm getting a new sex swing in the shop that Marcus is going to install in some of the playrooms so I'm very busy. You're lucky I managed to meet you here tonight," he says as we sit at the bar together. He's full of energy as he tells me all about his bdsm shop he inherited from his late husband.

"Sounds exciting," I say and he smiles as he tells me more about it.

"Wasn't the wedding beautiful," he sighs as we get onto the topic of Marcus, Nathan and Cole Carlisle.

"It was, I'm so proud of Marcus," I say and Demi nods.

"Marcus did so well recovering. I was shocked when he came to the club so soon after it happened. He's still sexy as ever though," Demi winks and I laugh as I order us both a cocktail.

"He's strong, he got through it so well," I say.

"You did too," he tells me and I nod.

I've been going to therapy with Orion. Well I've been to most of my appointments. Sometimes I just really don't want to go and talk to him. He keeps asking about my suicidal thoughts and I have to lie and say I'm better so he doesn't put me in a mental hospital "for my own protection" like he threatened.

Orion is concerned about my guilt, saying it's not my fault but I don't care what he says. I didn't stop Adrian from hurting Marcus when I should have. I shouldn't have kicked Adrian out of my club knowing he was so unstable. I should have know that would backfire on Marcus.

Thankfully, no one thinks there is anything wrong because I still enjoy sex at the club. I haven't played with any subs who like to play slave because I'm not sure I could do that yet but I have fun with the regular subs.

"Oh my god, hot men," Demi gasps and I turn around to see who he's talking about.

Jesus Christ they are hot. There's three men, all tanned and with Italian features. The man in front has dirty blond hair and a sharp jawline that's making me want to do sinful things to him. He catches me staring and winks as he orders a drink. I notice he radiates power and dominance as the two men stand behind him and take their drinks. They are all in suits that are tailored perfectly to fit their bodies.

"Oh the things I'd let them do to me," Demi moans and I turn around to laugh at him.

"I'm sure they'd have sex with you, go and ask," I say and he blushes.

"No way, they probably aren't even gay," he says as he sips the drink in his hand.

"The blond one winked at me, he's probably gay," I tell him and he looks behind me again to see the men.

"Why don't you try and fuck him? He keeps looking at you," Demi says and I turn around to the see man looking my way. He nods his head to the bathroom and excuses himself from the people he's with. "Go follow him!"

"Alright I'm going!" I say as Demi pushes me off my stool so I go faster. I send him a glare as I go to the bathroom. I close the door behind me and see the man stood with his back against the wall.

"You followed," he says with a smirk. He must be Italian, he's got such a strong accent. He walks over to me and gently pulls me into a toilet stall, his lips attacking mine quickly. I groan and kiss him back, pushing him against the stall door. His hands cling to my shoulders as we makeout hungrily. We pull apart to catch our breaths and he smiles up at me.

"I'm Vincent Romano," he says and bites his lip.

"I'm Damian Black," I say and he shakes my hand.

"Well, Damian Black, can I have your telephone number?" He asks and I nod, standing back from him so I can pull my phone out.

"Your accent is cute," I say as I hand him my phone to put his number in.

"I'm not cute, you are cute dolcezza," he says and I tilt my head.

"What does dolcezza mean?" I ask him.

"It is term of endearment. I don't know what the English is," he answers as he hands me my phone back. I send him a text so he has my number and his phone dings.

"Well, Damian Black, I will see you soon," he says and kisses my lips before unlocking the door and leaving. I stand for a moment, a little shocked and confused from what's just happened.

I go out of the bathroom and back into the bar where Vincent is leaving with the other men. Demi smirks at me as I walk back over.

"Your lips are red! You kissed him!" He says excitedly as I sit down.

"He made me give him his number too," I say and Demi almost squeals.

"What's his name? What was his kissing like? Did you do more? Is he Italian?" Demi fires questions and I have to put my hand over his mouth to stop him.

"His name is Vincent Romano. His kissing was amazing. We didn't do more. And he's very Italian, his English is good but a little broken," I say and Demi smiles.

"You're back in the game old man!" He teases.

"I'm not old, you cheeky little shit," I say as I poke his ribs. He giggles and takes a drink of his cocktail, finishing it off. I buy us two more as Demi fawns over me getting Vincent's number.

"I bet you're still as good at sex as you were in your younger years," Demi says as he plays with the straw in his drink.

"Maybe I am, why do you want to know?" I ask as I lean forward and rest my elbow on the bar.

"You know the answer to that, should we go back to your place for some more drinks?" He asks as he puts his best flirty voice on. I smirk because he's used this on me many times before. I pay the tab and we both drive separately in our cars to my house, Demi following behind me. I park in the driveway and Demi parks on the curb behind my car.

"I love your house," he says as he looks at the white building with dark wooden beams on the outside.

"Thank you, my bedroom looks lovely too you should come see that," I say and Demi laughs, following me into the house and up the stairs. I pull him into my bedroom and close the door behind him, pushing him against it and kissing him roughly.

"You've kissed two people today, slut," he teases and I raise my eyebrow.

"Do you want to be punished?" I warn and he grins. He is a masochist so I'm not sure what else I expected. I pick him up over my shoulder and carry him to the bed, sitting down and putting him over my lap. He puts his hands and feet on the floor ready for his spanking and I pull his jeans and boxers down under his ass. He moans when I slap his asscheek quite harshly. I've played with Demi enough to know his kinks and his hard limits so I let myself spank his ass hard enough to leave red handprints.

"Fuck yes! Please Master!" Demi begs as I feel his erection against my thigh. Usually I'd scold him for his language but this isn't a proper scene, just playing around.

"What do you want boy?" I ask him as I slap his other asscheek to even out the redness.

"I want you to hurt me and fuck me, Master," Demi begs. I stand him up and bend him over the bed, holding his hands together behind his back. I let his pants fall to the floor and get him to step out of them and spread his legs wide.

"What a beautiful ass," I say as I rub my hand over the sore marks. I slap his ass again which makes him cry out but is followed by a moan which soothes the guilt I can get from a rough scene.

It's normal for sadists to feel a Dom drop after a rough scene when they think they've hurt their sub too much. It's like sub drop but guilt. Lord knows I've got enough guilt to deal with right now. I'm somewhat of a sadist, I don't mind being rough and doing the hardcore kinks but I also can get off with regular play

"Do you want me to fill your hole?" I ask as I press my thumb against his twitching asshole.

"Please Master!" He begs. I let go of his wrists and slip his shirt off so he's completely naked on my bed before I grab a condom and a bottle of lube. I unzip my suit pants and pull my dick out, keeping my clothes on because I know it's one of Demi's kinks as strange as it is. He loves a man in a suit

"Do you want me to prep you?" I ask and he shakes his his head no frantically. "Remind me of your safewords."

"Sun to slow down, moon to stop," he says.

"Good boy, now relax your ass for me," I tell him as I slip the condom over my erection and lube up his ass. I hold his wrists together again as I push the head of my cock into his asshole, going slow enough that I don't tear anything but fast enough to give him the pain he loves.

"You're so tight," I moan as I bottom out inside him, stretching his hole tightly around me. He squeezes his asshole around me and I moan loudly at his little trick. I hold onto his wrists tightly as I start to thrust in and out of his ass, slowly pulling out and slamming back in forcefully. His legs shake and his head throws back every time I fill him up. His moans go straight to my groin as I ram into his prostate.

"Faster! Please!" He pleads.

"Such a horny boy," I tease as I start pistoning into him quickly and deeply. His back arches as he tries to grind his erection against the sheets. I reach down and squeeze his balls firmly, pulling on them like I know he likes. He makes a squeaky noise before he buries his face in the bed and lets out load moans.

"Good boy, taking me so well," I praise. I let go of his wrists so I can hold onto his hips and pull his body back in time with my thrusting.

"Oh my god Master!" Demi screams in ecstasy. I put my hand beside his head and lean forward to get deeper into him. I take my tie off and tie his hands together so they are stretched out in front of him.

"Do you want to ride me?" I ask breathlessly.

"Please Master," he says. I slide off my suit jacket and pull out of him, standing him up. I lay down on the bed and guide him to kneel above my rock hard dick. He puts his tied hands on my clothed chest as I hold my length up to slip inside him again. I groan as his warmth surrounds my dick beautifully.

"You can do the work," I say smugly and he starts grinding on me, his dick jumping in time with his movements. He kneels up and bounces on my length with his eyes closed tightly and his lips parted. I rest my hands on his thighs and watch as he fucks himself with a blissful expression. His erection is leaking onto my shirt but I don't mind, I can wash it later.

I start stroking him quickly with my hand which makes him buck his hips forward. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. I sit up and flip us over so Demi is under me as I hold his legs up and ram into him at a fast pace I like.

"Fuck yes! Fuck me Master!" Demi moans as his neck and chest flush red and a sheen of sweat builds up on us both.

"I'm close," I grunt as my balls slap against him with the intensity of my thrusts.

"Please let me cum, I'm going to cum!" Demi begs as I abuse his prostate.

"Cum for me, boy," I say gruffly as I keep thrusting into him. He throws his head back into the pillows and screams out his pleasure as he cums all over my shirt between us. I keep going and his body writhes on the bed as I get myself closer to orgasm. He must be feeling really sensitive but he enjoys pain so I don't worry about it.

My thighs tense as I cum into the condom with a groan. When I'm done, I pull out of Demi and take off the condom, tying the top and throwing it aside.

"That was hot," Demi breathes as he stays sprawled out on the bed waiting for me to clean him up. I untie his wrists and go to the bathroom to get a washcloth. While I clean Demi's stomach of cum he tells me about what he liked and what he didn't. I like that he tells me about it, it used to be annoying but I was grateful because he gave me some good tips.

"Well, you can get out now," I say as seriously as I can.

"I know you're joking, strip off and come cuddle me," he says as he reaches out for me. When he sits up he winces and rubs his lower back. "You're so rough."

"You like it," I tease and he rolls his eyes.

"Just lay down I want to hug you," he says and I lay under the covers and let him attach to my side.