I arrive at Liam's home, accompanied by Justin and Becka, with only minutes to spare. They're both stunned when they see the mansion he lives in, and they can't contain that surprise even as we're walking up the steps to his front door. I tell them to try to act naturally; then anxiously, I ring the doorbell.
It's been an unusual twenty-four hours. I hadn't expected to have my sexuality outed to the very person I'd secretly held affection for. Now here we are introducing him to the man who'd I ended up giving my anal virginity to. For the most part, Justin appears to be supportive of me being bisexual. Still, I know he doesn't accept the nature of my relationship. Like my father, he hates that I'm sexually aroused by sadomasochism.
Liam opens the door personally with a broad, friendly grin on his face. His wavy, blonde hair is swept aside, and he's wearing a Prussian blue shirt with the top button undone, dark slim-fit jeans and a light brown blazer. He looks impressive, and I would love to kiss him if he'd let me.
As he welcomes us in, he takes Becka's hand and raises it to his lips for a kiss. Her cheeks flush, and I know I was right last night about him being irresistible to most people. I start to wonder about how many others he has on the go at the same time as me.
"Matthew, you didn't tell me you have such a gorgeous friend," he admonishes. "Now, if only I had met her first!"
His eyes meet mine, challenging me, but I don't bite and just introduce my friends. I don't know him well enough to get jealous. He's not my partner, he's just my Dom, and I'm probably not the only person he's seeing. I've had to watch a long string of women sleep with the person I've been pining over for years, so I won't readily get jealous over something as minor as a kissed hand. The only one who has a right to feel jealous here is Justin.
He shakes Justin's hand firmly but makes no comment. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at me and smiles knowingly. He's aware that there is another man I find attractive and it wouldn't be hard to put two and two together. I just hope that Liam also keeps that secret for me.
"So, welcome to my home. Make yourself comfortable and have a drink before we leave. What's mine is yours."
As Liam strolls into his living room, followed closely by Becka, Justin pulls me aside, bitterness sweeping across his face. His usually warm eyes appear cold and hard, and his jaw is tightly clenched. I glance down and notice that his hand is balled up into a fist. Is it me that he wants to punch, or Liam?
"So this is your type? Really?! I didn't take you to be someone who's this superficial," he snaps.
I don't understand his sudden outrage. Liam has been nothing but pleasant towards him so far, although he did just kiss his girlfriend's hand.
"Justin, please don't act like this. I like him. Just give him a chance, okay?"
"What the hell has he got that... In fact, never mind. Just do whatever you want like you always do."
"Please? Can we just talk about this?" I plead.
He shoves past me angrily and heads into the living room. As I go to follow him, Liam comes out, grabs my wrist and pushes me up against the wall in the hall.
"I'm disappointed you didn't even seem slightly jealous, Lover," he growls.
"Master, it's not my right to get jealous."
"I want you to get jealous if I show interest in someone else."
"Okay, Master," I reply.
He sighs then kisses me gently. His hand strokes through my hair and I'm fairly certain I hear him inhale the scent of me as he brings his lips to my neck.
"It's Justin you like, isn't it, Lover?" he asks.
"Yes, Master, but my friendship is more important to me. I'm only yours."
He kisses me again and seems satisfied with my response. His hand undoes the zip on the front of my jeans, and he begins to caress me, making me swell within his grasp. I let out a quiet moan, trying to not attract the attention of my friends on the other side of the wall. As pleasure courses through me, my breathing deepens. I'm going to cum.
"How does it feel to be touched like this only a few steps away from the person you love? Should I continue doing this until he catches us? Hmm? You're not allowed to cum until he's watching."
"Please, Master. I can't hold back any longer..."
He pulls my jeans and underwear further down, fully exposing me. I release a throaty moan as he grabs hold of my balls and tugs painfully. If Justin sees me like this, I'm not sure if we'll remain friends, especially after the argument we've just had.
Forcibly, he turns me around and shoves me against the door. I'm easily overpowered by him, but I find it just adds to the thrill. Using the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from my overly abused cock, he lubricates his fingers. Throatily I begin to moan as his fingers push inside my arse and work on opening me up for him.
"I love how tight your arse is. It's absolutely perfect," he growls as he takes me.
I desperately need to cum, and my cries of pleasure increase. There's absolutely no way that Justin cannot hear this through the wall. As he continues to pound away, the sound of him slapping against my arse cheeks fills the hall. I've never felt this humiliated in my life. Even when I found Louise with that cunt Bradley in my bed and they'd laughed at me, I hadn't felt this level of shame.
I hear the sound of someone trying to open the door beneath me, and my heart freezes. Liam starts to chuckle as he continues to fuck my arse and reaches around towards my cock again whilst I hold the door shut.
"Please, Master. Not in front of Justin," I whisper.
The door to his event room opens from behind us, and a woman wearing the same black uniform from the party walks through and stands beside us. She appears to be in her forties with brown hair tied in a chignon. She looks at me with a haughty expression, but then her lips curl into a cruel smile, realising my predicament as the door handle rattles again. There appears to be nothing out of the ordinary happening here. I wonder what she's seen during her employment here. Personally, I'd be feeling awkward if I walked in on something like this.
"Take care of this, Janet," Liam says calmly.
As he pulls me away from the door, she takes hold of the handle. If she opens it, I'm going to die of shame. I brace myself to come face to face with Justin, but instead, Liam tugs at me and leads me into the event room behind us.
With his hand clamped over my mouth, we listen as Justin loudly complains about the door getting stuck to Janet. Liam is grinning wildly, clearly enjoying the thrill of us nearly being caught. My heart is pounding hard within my chest.
Locking the door beside us, Liam continues what he started and fucks me from behind again, gripping my hair hard at the nape of my neck. This time he doesn't touch me. Instead, he just rams me as hard as he can until he groans quietly, and I feel the release of his desire pump inside me.
Done, he withdraws, and I'm left feeling used. He brought me to the cusp of orgasm but denied me that satisfaction at the last moment. Teasing me like this is cruel. Charlotte had never denied me pleasure, and it's going to be hours until I receive any relief.
I watch as he tidies himself up and begrudgingly, I do the same, pulling my underwear and jeans back up. As I take a step to leave the room with him, I feel the sensation of a sizeable amount of fluid leak down my inner leg. I'm going to need a moment to clean myself up.
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When we arrive in the city an hour later via a limo, Liam leads us to what appears to be a highly exclusive club. This display of wealth makes me feel uncomfortable. If he thought this would impress me, he is sorely mistaken. I'm not interested in the size of his wallet despite what Justin appears to think.
The queue stretches far around the corner from the club, and several doormen are refusing people entry based on their clothing. I look down at the black Vans I'm wearing, which are scuffed from skateboarding. Liam hadn't given me the opportunity to get changed. I clear my throat, wanting to tell him I'm under-dressed, but he takes my hand, bypasses the security, and leads us straight in.
As we continue walking through, I glance around. I've never been to a place like this in my life. It's modern inside with oversized, black leather couches and a bar that spans an entire wall. It's painted dark purple, and there are mirrors and uplighting everywhere. Electronica is being played by a DJ at a deafening level, and the dance floor is crowded with people. It's not my kind of thing, but clearly, it is Liam's.
Some of the women dancing turn to watch Liam as he confidently glides past them, and he smiles suggestively to them. I don't know if he is trying to make me jealous again or whether he genuinely knows them, but I remain quiet. He brings us over to a VIP area, and champagne is brought over immediately. I'd much rather a Jack and Coke.
I sit across from him beside Justin and Becka and watch as he leans back comfortably with his arms across the back of the couch and crosses a leg over his knee. He's incredibly arrogant, acting like he owns the place.
"So, how do you like my club?" he asks, smiling smugly, evidently delighted to be showing off like this.
The penny drops, and things are beginning to fit into place. I don't know how I hadn't realised the moment we entered the club.
"I didn't know you had a club, Liam?" I reply, not knowing what else to say.
"I'm interested in entertainment. I thought you would like to find some more out about me with us being so intimately involved."
"So how many clubs do you have?" Justin asks.
"Three."
"Are they all like this?" I ask.
"No. One is a stripper club."
Becka laughs nervously as she sips from her glass of champagne, drawing his attention. Liam leans forward and looks intently at her.
"Have you ever been to a stripper club?" he questions.
"No!" she squeaks, turning bright red. The Becka I know is confident, so it's interesting to see the effect he has on others.
"I have a ladies' night on a Friday. You should go if your boyfriend lets you. Do you have a problem with that, Justin?" He smirks.
"Do you think I'm some kind of prude or something? I don't mind if she wants to go. There's no sex involved."
Liam grins widely.
"Well, not usually. Not paid for anyway. If clients meet up with the strippers out of hours, how am I supposed to know?"
"I trust Becka not to get involved in anything like that," Justin scoffs.
"You haven't seen how people act when there's a stripper in front of them."
I sit quietly. A strip joint does sound like the kind of thing Liam would own. He told me he is a voyeur. His entire life seems to revolve around hedonism.
"Matthew, are you not interested in going?" he asks.
"I'm not into strippers," I shrug.
"What about stripping yourself?"
I spit out my drink in surprise and laugh, unsure of whether he's just teasing or being serious.
"I don't see it as a career option," I respond.
"Why not?"
"I can't dance, and I'm a bit shy."
"You didn't seem shy last night. Or did I embarrass you?"
I feel flustered, and I don't want to talk about this around my friends, least of all, Justin.
"Yeah, Matt. There's that picture on the internet. I do wonder how Chaz got hold of it though?" Becka says, looking perplexed.
"I sent it to her," Liam laughs.
"Why would you do that?" she replies. "Charlotte is my friend, and she's absolutely devastated. She loved Matthew!"
"I just felt like provoking her. She broke a lot of expensive, crystal glasses at mine a couple of months ago while arguing with a good friend of mine. It was brilliant! I wish you could have been there."
"Why involve Matt in this? You've literally just met him, and you've dragged him into it," Justin interrupts.
"Well, it was about Matthew. My friend James had mentioned him in conversation last year, but I didn't think much of it. Then his name kept coming up, so he piqued my interest. I asked James to invite him, and Charlotte lost it and upset my friend Claudia. It was the most fun I've had in a while, so I decided to irritate her again."
"You did that for fun? Matt, do you hear this? This fucker set you up! Did you even ask what Matthew thought about it?" Justin yells, angrily.
"I didn't ask. I liked the idea of seeing what his reaction would be. He did tell me nothing was off-limits."
"Matt? Have you got nothing you want to say about this?"
"Nah. It's cool," I shrug.
Justin glares at me incredulously, but I can't be bothered with all of this talk about my ex-fiancee. I'd been an idiot to propose to Charlotte, but at the time I had worshipped the ground she walked upon. It was her fault the relationship ended because she ignored my safeword and put me in hospital. I'd much rather talk about something else.
"I hoped it would have got a small reaction at least?" Liam says.
"I don't mind. You've probably done me a favour. I don't have to worry about Charlotte trying to get me back."
"Oh. So you're not bothered at all?" he responds quietly.
Becka tugs the still visibly angry Justin away to the dance floor, leaving us by ourselves. Suddenly it hits me that Liam's mood has changed. I move to sit next to him.
"What's wrong? Have I upset you somehow?" I ask.
"It's nothing," he sighs.
"It doesn't seem like nothing?"
His eyes meet mine, and he frowns slightly.
"It's ridiculous, but I had hoped you'd just tell her you were with me. Declared you had moved on or something. You just seem indifferent."
"I just don't want anything to do with her. It's not that I feel indifferent; I just want to avoid confrontation."
His hand reaches to hold mine gently.
"The instant I met you last night after hearing everything from James, I knew I had to have you. I don't want anything overly casual."
This is unexpected. I was under the impression that this is only sex, although I definitely like Liam.
"I didn't know that."
"Most of the people who try to get with me just want the things I have. Some pretend to be masochists and then safe out the instant they see my playroom. You don't seem to be swayed by money?"
"I'm interested in the personality of the person I'm seeing. So me not being successful isn't a problem for you?"
"No. I just care about whether I find someone fun to be around."
I lean over and gently press a kiss to his lips. He isn't dominant at the moment, so I guess it'll be okay. I just want to show some affection for him.
Liam's face turns thunderous, and he seizes my arm and pushes me down on the couch. Leaning over me, he holds my hands above my head, and his fingers dig into my wrists.
"Are you feeling brave?" he asks menacingly. "I could fuck you here, right now if you're not careful. Don't touch unless you're given permission. Do I make myself clear?"
The change in him is sudden. I glance sideways and see Becka staring at us from a distance, mouth wide open in surprise. Justin just looks mad. Liam pulls me to face him then kisses me aggressively.
"Ahh! My friends are here."
"I know. It would be fun to embarrass you again."
I feel shy at the thought.
"Liam? Surely not here?"
"Mmm, blushing again. I like that reaction out of you."
His lips press against my neck as he starts to undo my jeans. I'm not sure whether he's joking or he's going to continue. I can't help becoming aroused, and I sigh at the sensation of his hand on me. He stops.
"I'll wait until later. I'm in the mood to be extremely rough with you," Liam growls, straightening himself up.
I glance back over to where Justin stood, but he's no longer there. I quickly scan the room, and I can't see either him or Becka. I think they've left. I hope our friendship doesn't get ruined by this, but I know I'm going to end up being the one who has to apologise.
A moment later we're joined by a couple of Liam's friends. James also arrives with a woman I don't recognise him being with previously. She has sleek blonde hair, blue eyes and an emerald green dress. Sitting close to Liam, she strikes up a conversation about some woman she had argued with at work. Liam's face looks blank as she talks, obviously bored. The only person who acknowledges me is James, but it's only with a nod of his head.
More champagne arrives, but it's too sweet for me. I stand up to go to the bar, but Liam reaches out to grab my arm and tugs me down to sit on his lap.
"Everyone, this is Matthew," he says to the group. "Matthew, this is Violet, Felicity and Sara. You've met James obviously, and Robert was also in attendance last night."
"So this is your boyfriend?" the first woman asks.
I choke on my drink at hearing myself being called his boyfriend.
"You're the first person he's introduced us to," Sara says. "It must be pretty serious?"
I don't know how to respond, and I feel overwhelmed. I'd been popular when I was at sixth-form, but the past year has wrecked my confidence.
"So how did you meet each other?" Violet questions.
"I met Matthew about six months ago," Liam lies confidently.
I see a smile cross James' face. He knows it's an outright lie.
As I remain silent, the conversations continue around me with Liam gripping me on the knee, squeezing painfully every so often. After a while of this, he whispers in my ear.
"I want to hurt you so bad right now. Is that good with you?"
I feel nervous. There is no doubt about him being serious. Would last night pale by comparison? It had been intense, but maybe that was him being gentle? I feel a small amount of fear. I glance at his face, and it no longer appears carefree. He seems terrifying now as his green eyes glisten. I'm drawn in.
"Okay."
"Scared?" he growls.
"Just a little."
"Don't forget your safe word."
"I'm sure I can cope with another lashing," I laugh nervously, but his face appears deadly serious.
"I'm not joking. Don't forget it."
At one, his friends start to leave, and a small amount of dread starts to set in. I can deal with pain well, but I'm not sure if I can keep up with him. Liam turns and grabs me by the hand, leading me to James' car. I get in while Liam says goodbye to his remaining friends.
"Matthew, don't forget to use your safeword or breathe tonight," James says, turning to me.
Before I can respond, Liam gets in the car, sitting next to me. James starts driving, but I don't recognise this route. It seems to be the long way back to his house. Eventually, he stops at what appears to be some woods. I don't think we're far from Liam's home.
Liam undoes my seatbelt.
"Run," he says calmly.
"What?" I ask, confused.
"Run. Get back to my house, and you'll be safe. Don't let me catch you," he smirks.
We appear to be playing a game. The Cheshire cat grin from last night returns to his face. James shoves a torch in my hand, and I realise he is deadly serious. I nod in response.
I quickly get out and run into the thick of trees, not turning on my torch. My leg starts to hurt, but I don't slow down. Liam seemed slightly insane a moment ago, so I don't want him to catch me if I can help it.
Adrenaline courses through me, and I begin to understand. The thrill of the chase is what he wants. I can't help grinning at the idea of being his prey. I want to be reckless. The only problem is that he might get carried away. He seems to be serious about the safe word though, so I won't be in any real danger. I just don't want to disappoint him by ruining his fun.
I don't know how long I've been running, but fatigue starts to set in. Thankfully, I see a light not too far in the distance, and I push myself to continue despite the stitch I feel in my side.
As I get close, I'm tackled from the side, and I fall to the ground which is now densely covered in foliage. I lie there panting knowing he has me. I was running pretty fast, so I don't know how he's managed it.
Before I can sit up, Liam is sitting on me, ripping my shirt off. He holds my arms above my head then binds them together with rope, a smirk etched upon his face. I'm incredibly turned on by the situation I am in, and I think he is too by the evident bulge pressing against my leg.
"I thought you were going to make it back safely, Lover. That was close," he says, his voice uneven as he tries to regain his own breath.
He removes my jeans and underwear then discards them onto the ground next to us. My erection springs forward, which makes him smirk again. He knows I want this just as much as he does.
Liam picks me up and holds me against the tree. I knew he was strong last night, but this strength fills me with awe. Did he work out so that he can easily overpower someone and lift them up like this?