Page 28 of Breaking Vincent
He doesn’t say anything, just watches me with those dull beady eyes, and his stupid-ass shiny bald head. If I wasn’t so determined to get behind that door where I know MasterL is waiting for me, I would chew the bouncer’s ass out.
“Look, MasterL is expecting me and he’s just going to be more pissed if I get in here any later.” Not that I mind the idea of pissing him off, I just want it to because of my own tardiness, not because the not so friendly BFG is blocking my way.
Just as I’m about to stomp my feet and throw a royal bitch fit, the door to the basement opens and MasterL, Aka David, is standing there.
Oof, he does not look happy.
His lips are pulled into a tight line and his dark eyes are squinted. He looks all kinds of sexy when he’s annoyed. He turns that dark smouldering look towards me, and if I said it scares me, I’d be lying my ass off. The lingering promise of a punishment ramps up my arousal, sending fizzles of lust up my spine.
I open my mouth ready to laugh in the big man's face, but MasterL holds a hand up before I can do it, “You, zip it.”
Rude.
I do as I’m told like the good boy I am. I zip my mask and lock the padlock before chucking the key at him, I expected him to fumble and drop it. Of course, he doesn’t, he catches it and winks at me, before turning to look at the man blocking the door.
While he’s busy staring the man down - or up if I’m being technical, I get a good look at him. And I have to admit he looks fucking gorgeous. He’s wearing the same type of outfit as the night I first followed him into the bathroom, except the t-shirt he’s wearing is plain black rather than a black polo with DM written on the front and back.
His dark brown hair is slicked back against his head, giving him a freshly showered wet-look. His jaw is set tight and with just the smallest amount of hair scattered about his cheeks. He looks fucking powerful.
I don’t know what it is that made me come back tonight, apart from that I want to fuck with him for being a moody bitch at the coffee shop. Truthfully the man is hot and I bet he fucks like a boss.
“Tom, what’s going on here?” David demands to know.
The man looks between us and laughs. “This is who you're meeting? This barely legal Dominant?”
He uses his chubby fingers to accentuate the word ‘Dominant,’ like he thinks MasterL isn’t capable of doing such a thing.
What the fuck is going on? Why is this guy being such a prick?
I don’t even try to hide my snort of laughter, causing both of their heads to snap in my direction.
Seems like I’ve already offended him, so I may as well go balls out. I lift up my mask so my lips are peaking out of the bottom and say, “Is there something amusing at the thought of him being a Dom?” I point to MasterL, “Because trust me, he hurts and fucks me like a true Dom.”
“Oh, baby boy, if you want someone to truly satisfy you, you’ve got the wrong man,” he says this while drawing closer to me. “I’m sure I can show you a thing or two.”
I fake retch. “Ew. Thanks, but no thanks. I’d rather stick my dick in a blender and then set myself on fire.” I end my little rant by pulling my mask back down.
David looks up to the ceiling as he curls his lips in, trying not to laugh as Tom's face flushes red with either frustration or humiliation, I kind of hope it's a mixture of both.
Tom stutters as he tries to speak and David cuts in, “If you check your list, you can see I have a room downstairs reserved under my name.”
He holds a hand out to me and I grab it with a firm grip. David opens the door and pulls me along with him. He walks faster while my long legs stay at a leisurely pace. And I’m still being a very good boy by not laughing about our obvious size difference, because even though I’m fucking with the guy, I love a short-king.
Since the first night I came here, I made sure to do my research on the club. I know the building has three floors, plus a basement - which holds all the dirty kinky stuff, and that's just what I’m here for.
David leads us down the hallway and I manage to get a sneaky peek into some of the open-door bedrooms and let me tell you, it’s quite a show. Some people are already fucking in some of the rooms and I swear I spot someone twirling a knife in their hands.
It’s fucking wild and I love it.
Finally, we come to a stop at what I’m presuming is our room, but before we enter David stops me, “Remind me of your safe word?”
I snap my fingers and say, “Beetlejuice.”
“As soon as we walk in there, we need to discuss some of your limits and boundaries, afterwards I don’t want to hear you say anything, unless you need to safe word. Since this is new, we won’t be doing anything too extreme and I’ll be checking in a lot with you. Does that sound ok to you?”
I squeeze his hand tightly and nod my head.
He takes a good look at me, thoroughly assessing me for a few seconds, before he finally pushes the door open.