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Chapter One
In my last year of high school, I was cast as Mercutio in our class production of Romeo and Juliet. It was a long-standing tradition for the seniors to put on a play entirely by themselves. A noble idea, but one which fell flat when our entire class came with a net worth of millions, if not billions.
So, for one night only, we put on a play to rival the gods of Broadway. My Mercutio died a gruesome and glamorous death and woke to rapturous applause as we took our bows.
My father, however, had been disappointed from the moment I lost out on Romeo. He came to the show, of course. The whole family did. It would have been inappropriate for them to miss it considering the titans of industry that filled our auditorium seats. But when I walked out into the lobby there were no flowers or congratulations waiting for me; only a brisk order to wash the makeup off my face.
Years had passed since then, but I had never forgotten the rush of performing. I was no serious actor, that was for sure, but I had made a name for myself on another kind of stage. I couldn’t help but wonder what my father would think of me now, bound in chains with a rope around my throat while an audience watched me get fucked in the ass for five grand a head.
The rope tightened, forcing my body back as I gasped for air. “Pay attention,” he growled. “You should only be thinking about the way my cock feels inside of you.”
“Yes, Master,” I wheezed, delicious waves of pleasure coursing through my body. No matter how it looked to our audience, he would never actually hurt me. Consent and planning were key to these kinds of performances, but more than anything we had to trust each other; and I trusted him with my life.
My body was suspended in the air, metal chains looped around me to keep me up. My wrists and ankles were bound so that I was entirely at his mercy. I could only see the floor or the wall when he pulled back my head, but that was just as well. It made it easier for him to fill my mind.
I moaned as he pushed inside me. I knew his cock as if it had been made for me. No one else could satisfy me like he could.
Beads of sweat covered my skin as he pounded into me, using me as a vehicle for his pleasure. He grunted as I clenched around him, earning a stinging slap on my ass. “Fuck,” he cursed, digging his fingers into my hips. “I’m going to cum inside you and fill your pretty ass up. You’re going to take it all and thank me for the gift.”
“Yes, Master.”
He sped up, hitting the right spot with every thrust. I couldn’t stop my voice from leaking out as he fucked me hard and raw. It felt so good it brought tears to my eyes, and I would have done anything he asked just to keep him from stopping.
“Just like that,” I panted. “You feel so good.”
He had been avoiding my dick for a while, drawing out the torture, but he knew we were close. I came the second he started pumping me with his hand, and he wasn’t far behind.
True to his word he came inside me, sending heat racing into my body. We stayed there for a moment as the release slowly left us.
Without warning he pulled on the rope again, constricting my throat until it took almost all of my focus just to breathe. “What do you say?” he demanded, his voice smooth and cool despite what we had just done.
Carefully, I turned my head to the side. The wall was made entirely of a one-way mirror, our audience sitting behind it. They could see us, but all we could see was our own reflection.
It wasn’t hard to lean into the character. I let my eyes go glossy and my body slump with worn-out muscles, my skin flushed from exertion. “Thank you, Master.”
***
One hot shower and a turkey pesto panini later I was sitting on the edge of Reese’s bed, sipping ginger ale while he rubbed a soothing ointment on the marks left by the chains.
Reese was the owner and founder of Requited, a private bar and club for individuals with certain…proclivities.
It was a sex club.
I had been working there for just over two years, ever since Reese pulled me out of a bad spot. He was my savior, though he always brushed it off.
It had been strange at first and took a little getting used to, but I adapted quickly. At first, I had only worked the bar or the floor, but eventually, I ended up with a good reputation among the regular members and started to branch out. There were no rules about seeing members outside the club, and if we were working the floor we were more than welcome to join in their play - but only with the understanding that doing so would have no impact on our pay. This wasn’t a brothel, just a place for consenting and interested adults to indulge their whims and fantasies.
There were various avenues for performances and acts in the club, but the private shows were the most lucrative. It had taken some convincing, but I finally got him to do one with me, and it proved to be popular.
Ever since then, we would do a few shows a month. I could have done more with other staff members, but he was the only one I wanted. The shows were the only times Reese would have sex with me.
It wasn’t for lack of trying.
I sighed as he finished rubbing the ointment into my skin. “Does it hurt?” he asked, quickly.
His concern was sweet. “No, I’m just tired.”
He nodded. I’m sure he was tired too. The shows could be draining, no matter how enjoyable they were. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”
