Page 25 of Dark Seduction

What I understood was he was looking for a Dominant the way Charlie looked at me. But I had handed that over, but Cole and I knew that wouldn’t last long, because here I was ordering Cole and he was resisting.

I fell in love with him immediately, and all I thought about was protecting him from others. If he desired the rough sex life, then why not with me. We’d connected in a sexual way that night he stumbled into my club, and I didn’t want him to get hurt. I didn’t know how I knew he wanted rough sex, I just knew it.

You recognize your own.

It was that night I’d given up on finding someone who I could experiment with, and I’d resigned myself to one-night stands, and if I’d found someone I could tolerate and they could tolerate me, then I’d stay single. I wouldn’t rush into anything, wait for that man whom I could love in my own way.

Cole didn’t know what he’d opened himself up for. He might have had some idea, but he didn’t know anything about this life of bondage or my previous life. All he knew was he’d been obsessed with being spanked hard, tied up, and wanted hard sex, and that would have led him to where I’d found Charlie—on his knees in a basement being deprived of water and food, fucked day and night, until he’d become used to the torture and abuse, both sexually and physically.

“Help me get your friend into the car,” I barked. Cole shot me a disapproving glare before he reached for one of Charles’s arms to drag him in the direction of the car, his thin hard pale ass getting more sunlight than he’d had since he left his movie shoot. Because Charlie was tall, my suit coat only provided a modest amount of cover over his young firm ass.

I didn’t want Mansfield to discover what I had done, and I wanted to get out of there before he did, and I didn’t want to be seen at this place, especially not today. Even though it appeared to be just another home on the outside, everyone knew what was hiding behind those walls and that gated door. If they didn’t know, It wasn’t hard for them to guess with the way men were coming and going all times of the night, and seven days a week.

In New York people minded their business, and that had kept Julian Page in his profession for years. Who knew, even the neighbors might have paid a visit there on a cold desperate night, and because of that, they may have tolerated the place as long as it was quiet and ordinary-looking on the outside.

When the warmth of the sunlight hit Charles’s face, he partially opened his eyes and blinked, then smiled at me. Cole helped me place him in the limo, along with the assistance of the driver standing in front to prevent anyone from seeing that Charlie was completely nude.

When we stepped into the car and Charlie sat in the middle, Cole leaned over with a surly expression. “He’s naked. Why is he in the nude?”

“I was stripped of my clothing and beaten first, then for some reason they tied me up. Someone said they wanted to castrate me for the fun of it.” He reached down and touched his uninterested cock. “It’s still here,” he exclaimed, breathing out a sigh of relief. “They would have done that if my knight hadn’t appeared.”

“What knight are you talking about?” Cole asked with a narrowed glance.

“This beautiful man saved me.” Charlie gazed up at me, raised a feeble hand to my chest, and passed his palm over it, only stopping to find my nipples and touching them.

Cole snatched his hand away, pulling it down where it dropped to my groin. I moved it when Cole wasn’t looking. Perhaps he’d been too angry to notice because he had a death stare aimed on Charlie. “That beautiful man is mine,” Cole announced, as if there was any kind of competition for me. Whatever Charlie thought, it wasn’t going to happen.

“No one was going to castrate you. You must have imagined it, because there isn’t much there to work with,” Cole said with a sharp tongue that I didn’t recognize had come from him. Charlie sat back, slumped over on me, and I held him in my arms to keep him from falling forward. He placed his arms around me, and held on to me as Cole looked on, apparently pissed at the thought of Charlie coming into his life now to disrupt it, just as we were starting our lives together.

No one could have been more pissed than me. It was me who had to endure the memories of my sordid past, let alone see the man I swore I’d never see again in life.I could have been destroyed if I’d remained with Julian, Ithought, and if I could help it I wouldn’t let that happen to Charlie.

“After he sleeps this off, he’s going home,” Cole said, and turned to me.

“I don’t think he’s sleeping. I think he’s fucking with us.” Those were my thoughts, but it wasn’t that simple to send him home after a nap. He needed care and someone to watch him from what I saw of him. Maybe not so much on the outside, but it could have a lasting effect on his mind. It all depended on what they had done to him in those few hours.

Besides trying to scare Charlie with castration, I was afraid to ask him what he’d gone through.

I stared out the window on our way home as people were walking their dogs, and others heading for the bus or subways. The person I thought about was Jay. Maybe he could watch over Charles while I went to work tonight, and Cole could get some sleep, but then Jay had his hands full with Sam and his little friend. It wouldn’t harm anything if I tried, though.

Looking over at Cole with a sour look for Charlie, I said, “I’m going to call Jay and see if he’d care for Charlie and watch him.” I reached for my phone in my pocket, but Cole placed his hand over mine.

“You know the reputation Jay has, and you don’t want to give Ryan any problems, especially since he’s taken over the management of your club. My responsibility is to watch him, and then he has to get home.” That was a responsibility I knew to be too large for Cole and me. I needed someone else, and then it hit me. Call Sidney.

“Sidney, I’m going home, and I need you for something—” I knew if I told Sidney immediately it would be a hard no.

“Oh no. I’m not dog-sitting again. I’m having a vacation over at Cole’s apartment, and I’m not going back to a place where the dogs are running things.”

“Hear me out, Sid.”

“Don’t call me that. It doesn’t even sound like something you’d say. You never called me Sid. Even when we were kids, you never did that when I hoped you would, to signify that we were brothers and you liked me.” He was right. I didn’t like him. “What is it you want? I’m listening.” There was a small silence I hadn’t enjoyed since he and Sam left for a short stay.

“Cole has this client...” I paused for a second to think how to phrase this. “You owe Cole because you and your friend are living in his apartment, and you’re not paying any—”

“Yeah, and what’s the point?” Ungrateful as usual.

“The point is, if you don’t help out, then you and your playmate won’t have a place to play your games. I need you to watch one of Cole’s clients. Cole told me about the cat thing your new boyfriend is into—”

“Never mind that, just tell me what you want from me.”

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