Cresting Tide (14 page)

The small bartender completed the drink order and Zac watched as she turned to scan the bar. It only took a minute for her eyes to glance over the drinks before locking onto his own. She made her way directly to him and he was surprised at her reserved manner. Usually bartenders went over the top with friendliness to increase their tip intake but the woman in front of him didn’t put an ounce of effort into the act. He wasn’t offended and it just made her more of an enigma to him. Maybe that was her tip gimmick.

“Hi,” Zac said to her as she continued to stand there silently. So, not the talkative type it seemed. “I’ll have a Mojtio.” Zac watched as she turned to grab the white rum and proceeded to mix his cocktail. It took her only a moment and his drink was before him.

“Thanks. What’s your name?” he inquired. It was a simple enough question to ask a bartender and he watched as it appeared she was deciding whether to tell him or not before she made up her mind.

“Roni,” she replied and didn’t bother to smile.

“I’m Zac,” he said as he held his hand out over the bar.

Roni ignored the outstretched offer as she continued to stare at him. His eyes were a pale color, either grey or blue but she couldn’t tell in the darkness of the club. For the briefest of moments she wanted to know which. “Nine,” she told him and watched as he moved his outstretched hand to his back pocket to retrieve his wallet.

Zac handed her a twenty and watched as she walked to the register, retrieved his change and brought it back to him. “Not very talkative are you?” he asked as she placed the bills on the bar before him and she just continued to stare. “Alright, thanks,” he told her as he lifted his Mojito to his lips for a drink.

Roni just nodded at him before she turned to scan the bar again for more empty glasses. Cin was back at the waitress station to put in another order and Roni quickly filled her tray with the mixed drinks. She thought she felt the eyes of the male Zac resting upon her but whenever she did her routine scan of the bar, he appeared to be watching the crowd. Several of the swinger’s approached him but they always returned to their secluded part of the club without him in tow.

Her latest scan of the bar revealed he was ready for another drink and as she approached his eyes remained locked on hers. There was no doubt in her mind that he was watching her this time. Roni wasn’t unnerved by the attention, in fact she had long ago gotten used to the stares she received no matter what form she chose to take. She stood silently in front of him and waited.

Zac had been watching Roni as she shuffled back and forth behind the bar serving her customers. He saw her glance in his direction more than once from the corner of his eye and had the feeling that she wasn’t just checking on the level of his drink. She didn’t smile or chat up any of her customers but instead of them feeling slighted they seemed to tip her well. The moment he was down to a final sip in the tall high ball glass, she approached. She stood silently before him once more and he had the insane feeling of desperation to get a reaction out of her but knew that anything he might try would more than likely fail miserably.

“I’ll have another,” Zac requested and gave her his best smile as he set his glass on the edge of the bar closest to her. Roni only nodded and retrieved his glass before moving down the bar to mix him another drink. Zac had another twenty ready when she returned and in the same silent manner that he assumed was her habit, she retrieved his change.

Roni gave the male his change and tried not to let his smile get to her as she resumed her careful watch over her bar customers and filled Cin’s orders. The feeling that Zac was watching her resumed and didn’t fade as the night grew later. It was around one a.m. when the feeling abruptly disappeared and when Roni turned to look at the spot where Zac had stood, he was no longer there. She was surprised that she noticed the lack of attention from him and even more surprised that it seemed to matter to her. A quick scan of the club as she moved to collect her tip from his spot showed him nowhere to be seen. Roni picked up the fifteen bucks he’d left her and found a business card discretely tucked between the bills.
Slick
. She didn’t waste any time looking at the card but threw it, along with her tip into her jar as she made her way toward her next dry customer.  

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Zac let himself into his South Tampa home and locked the door securely behind him. He killed the lights in the rooms that he passed through as he made his way toward one in particular. Skillfully silent he approached the door to the room he’d left open and stood in the hall gazing within. Everything was just how he had left it three hours ago. Not that he expected anything different. Zac viewed the scene before him with an expert eye and the arousal he felt at the bar while watching the small bartender flared to life at the scene before him.

The room itself was insulated, not for heat or cold but for sound, though to look at the walls they appeared as the rest in the home. It was the size of a two car garage, which is what it once was before Zac remodeled it to suit his current needs. Two of the walls were graced with custom cabinets that held a plethora of items that he used for the entertainment of himself and others. The minimal furniture in the room was not for comfort and only present for its specific use. The chairs and table were made of smooth polished mahogany but not like anything that would be found in a dining room. It wasn’t the furniture that Zac was currently inspecting however, but the man within the room.

Hunter had been his friend, roommate, lover, and submissive for almost four years now and every time Zac returned home, he was reminded of how lucky he was. Hunter was gorgeous and even more so in his current state of torment. Sweat glistened off his toned body and ran freely down his face, arms, and legs to cause a damp spot on the floor. Hunter’s chestnut brown hair was stylishly cut, as was fitting for a lawyer, and clinging to his face as his head hung, chin almost resting upon his chest. His golden brown eyes, almost the color seen in some birds of prey, were hidden behind the silk blindfold that was tied securely behind his head but Zac knew them as well as he knew his own. Hunter’s semi-pro baseball muscles were trembling under the strain of the position he was currently in and the quivering sent jolts of erotic pleasure through Zac.

Hunter arms were spread wide and held out away from his head, not only by the yoke he was attached to but also by where he was connected to the suspension bar above his head. The carabiners on the leather cuffs were of climber quality and were the only thing that kept Hunter attached to the bar above him. Zac had allowed just enough freedom in the restraints so that Hunter could grip the carabiners and that was exactly what Hunter was still doing. White knuckled fingers steadfastly locked around the clips even though Zac was sure Hunter had lost all feeling in his arms hours ago.

Zac continued his visual pleasure ride down Hunter’s body while unconsciously making note of his medical condition. His breathing was fast but not labored and Zac was sure if he checked his lovers pulse it would be strong, steady and just as fast. Nipple clamps were attached to the small brown buds that sat to either side of a thin trail of chest hair. Small weights dangled from each and softly bounced off Hunter’s chest as he breathed. Zac’s gaze followed Hunter’s ‘happy trail’ until it rested upon the engorged cock that was wrapped up like a Christmas present. Nylon rope wound around the member until only the tip of its purple glistening head could be seen before sneaking back to encompass his sack in an intricate weave. Zac ensured there would have been no accidental release while he was out. Hunter would cum when he allowed him to and they both liked it that way.

Zac moved his eyes down Hunter’s trembling legs until they rested on the spreader bar that ensured Hunter would remain in the position Zac wanted. His lover was only being supported by standing on the balls of his feet and in a position that no novice to the lifestyle would have been able to maintain for even a few minutes let alone the few hours Zac had been gone. They were not novices, however, and Zac knew just how much Hunter could handle.

Silently, Zac stepped into the room and moved behind his lover to run one lone finger through the sweat trail that ran down his back. Hunter trembled under the touch but made not a sound even as he lifted his head back into its rightful position. Zac stepped back from his sub and began to undress, carefully folding up his clothes and placing them on the table by the door. He returned to Hunter and stood directly in front of the man, scant inches from him before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss upon his lips. Zac ensured he touched no other part of his sub and when Hunter eagerly began to return the kiss, Zac broke it off. He was rewarded by a small whimper that escaped from Hunter’s throat.

Almost there
, Zac thought as he trailed another finger down Hunter’s chest to stop directly above one of the nipple clamps. “Should I leave these on?” Zac asked as his finger sneaked beneath the dangling chain and caused the weight to bob.

“If it is your wish, Master,” Hunter replied with one of the two acceptable answers he could. Zac knew if Hunter was unable to continue he would have safe worded out the minute he was addressed. Since he did not, Zac continued his leisurely finger trail down to the bound penis of his sub.

With a slight tug on the nylon rope, Zac released the binding he had placed on Hunter’s cock and as the blood rapidly rushed into the organ, Zac commanded, “Don’t.”

Through gritted teeth and panting breath, Hunter replied, “Yes, Master” and Zac watched as his subs body fought to obey the order.

When it appeared that Hunter’s body obeyed his mind, Zac picked up the remote that controlled the garage door. Even though the room was once a garage, there was no door. The garage door mechanism made the perfect electronic wench for suspending his subs from the ceiling. Zac pushed and held the down button until Hunter’s feet rested securely on the floor and another uncontrollable whimper escaped his lips. As Hunter’s body became accustom to the release of tension, Zac placed a hand upon Hunter’s hip, right over his ‘cut-line.’

The only contact Zac made with Hunter was through that single touch and the heat radiating out from his sub was searing. No other part of Zac touched Hunter and he remained standing next to his lover for a long time before he removed his hand and backed away. Zac ignored his own throbbing erection as he took a seat in one of the rooms few chairs. The silence stretched on and was only broken by the panting breath of his sub. Zac knew that Hunter did not know whether he had remained in the room or had left and also knew that Hunter would not speak to try and determine if he was alone or not. Hunter trusted him implicitly and would not speak unless spoken to or to utter his safe word. No safe word would be needed tonight though.

As Zac continued to silently watch his sub, his mind wandered back to the small bartender at Shadows. He wondered what she would look like trussed up in his playroom and the thought made his cock jerk. Zac’s hand slid down his flat abs and he leisurely began stroking himself as he remembered her piercings. She must like pain to some degree if she was pierced, especially on the face. His fist gripped himself tighter and his strokes became harder as he fell into a rhythm. His mind envisioned Roni and Hunter both bound in his room and the pleasure they could all achieve together. Just thinking of her petite form bound in one of his colorful nylon ropes while Hunter watched was enough to send him over the edge. Cum splattered onto his chest and abs as a moan of relief escaped his mouth and the smell of his sex filled the room.

Hunter made another uncontrollable whimper from where he was still bound, standing in the middle of the room. Zac could see his subs cock throbbing and twitching as it begged for desperately sought release. Hunter’s head was tilted in Zac’s direction and he seemed to smell the very essence of sex in the air itself as Zac approached him.

“Tell me what you want,” Zac demanded as he stood in front of him.

“To taste, Master,” Hunter answered truthfully in a hunger laced voice and Zac granted his wish by bringing his cum splattered hand up to Hunter’s lips.

His sub wasted no time opening his mouth to suck first one then another finger, cleaning the cum from each digit. Zac allowed Hunter free reign over his hand as his other crept up to the nipple clamp.

“Don’t stop,” Zac told his sub as he released one of the clamps and let the weighted chain fall to the floor. Hunter’s jaw tightened down on Zac’s three fingers and his breath hitched as he tried to control his desire for release. Zac gave him time…but not much. Soon Zac’s hand found the other clamp.

“Now,” Zac ordered Hunter as he released the clamp and Hunter’s orgasm exploded forth spraying them both with the hot white liquid.

Zac removed his fingers from Hunter’s mouth when his subs head began to tilt back in the throes of his orgasm and he placed both of his hands under his subs arms for support. Even though Hunter was still secured above his head and had his feet flat on the floor, Zac would take no chances of his subs legs buckling and causing Hunter’s dead weight to dislocate a shoulder or two. Pain was one thing, injury another.

As Hunter remained in the land of post orgasmic bliss, Zac released the carabiners, resting first one of Hunter’s arms on his shoulder then the other. Hunter leaned heavily on Zac and used Zac’s body to hold himself upright as Zac moved to free him from the leg spreader bar. The last thing Zac removed was the blindfold and the glazed gaze of his sub was his reward for a session well played.

“Let’s get you into the bath,” Zac smiled up at his lover, “we can’t have you stiff for court tomorrow.”

Hunter only nodded his consent even though their session was over and he could speak freely again.

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Read on for a sneak peek of New Beginnings…

It was perpetually pleasant, neither too hot nor too cold. The flowers and trees were constantly in bloom outside the small villa. One could travel for miles and see the same flora scattered about in a persistent stasis of beauty before finding the villa once more before them. There was no defined sky or sun above the magnificence of the realm and no animals to grace the terrain.