Page 8 of Dark Passion

“It’s one of my favorite spots to pick up passengers. I know lots of guys working here, and the manager of the parking garage was a friend. He lets me park and get fares because he knows of my situation. I wonder why I never picked you up.”

“I usually ride in a limo.” I stepped in front of Mason, opened the door and waved my hand to let him go in front of me. “You do remember where Julian’s mansion is?”

“How could I forget that place. At first we had the best times of our young lives. I know I did,” Mason said as he strolled down the hall with me, and into the bar as I waved at Ryan and Jay who looked busy. Perhaps they got the message that I wasn’t happy with them, and they were trying to impress me with things they should have been doing all along.

Mason and I sauntered to the lobby and out the door. I stood at the entrance and waited for Mason to drive his cab around. Then Mason hopped into his cab and drove up to where I stood, and I stepped into the car, and he drove off. When we entered the night’s traffic in Manhattan was when it hit me. I was going to confront Julian for the first time in my life. A man I once looked at as my Master, my mentor, my all, and it hit me like a lightning bolt. I was afraid and excited to see him once more. It was a hell of a feeling. My cock thumped with desire, my heart raced with anticipation and fear.

What if I can’t resist him? What if I can’t stand up to him?

Chapter 6

Daniel

With my heart thumpingin my chest as if I was having a heart attack, I tried to sit back and enjoy the few moments of peace. But my headspace was filled with doubts and Cole discovering that I was going to see Julian, and there were risks involved, the risk of losing Cole, the risk of not being able to resist Julian Page, and the risk of losing the man I’d become.

I hadn’t noticed when Mason pulled up to the mansion and stopped, because all I could hear was the thoughts in my head. When I glanced up and around at Mason, I wanted to tell him to keep going, because I was not going to stop here, but I knew I had to because the dogs were being held captive by him to bring me to his doorstep. Maybe on my knees begging him because of the message he’d left. ‘Bring me Cole or Charlie.’

He and I knew what I’d do. It wasn’t a secret to anyone but Cole.

“We’re here, Daniel. Do you need me to go with you?”

“No. Just wait for me.” I didn’t sound like a man who was in control. My voice was soft and weak. When I opened the door, my feet felt as if they were encased in concrete, but I managed nonetheless to place one foot in front of the other, and made it to the door where I showed my credentials to a large man in a black suit, with tattoos peeking from under his white shirt up to his neck and beyond. To my surprise the doorman recognized me, but I didn’t remember him.

Maybe it was because I only had eyes for Julian.

“You know where you’re going, of course, Daniel. Mr. Page is waiting for you.” My skin crawled and I closed my eyes for a second, sucked in a deep breath, raised my head and showed a serious face, because I suspected he had the cameras on. I knew he’d be ready for me, and I had to be ready for him.

I swore the walk I took to his door was the longest of my life, or close to it. I thought the longest was when I decided to walk from his bed to the front door, hop in a cab, never look back, and disappear from his life.

“Come in, Daniel. My door and bed is always open and available to you. You never have to knock, just walk in.” His voice was soft, seductive, and sensual. The way I remembered when he’d seduced me.

I paused because his voice like his body invited me to be open, and throw away my doubts of who I was and who I belonged to, not give a fuck what anyone thought of me being openly gay. I remembered him extending his hand, and saying, “Come with me and I’ll free you.” I was twenty then, and would have done anything to be considered his main sub. I probably was a boy then, but now I was a man, and as much as I wanted to think of myself as such, deep down I felt like that boy walking into his office for the first time.

Pushing open the door, I glanced around at him sitting in his comfortable expensive leather chair. From what I remembered, the chair was different. He’d have me come to him during the day, and I’d sit on his lap, and I’d gotten used to him stepping away from the chair. He’d tell me to remain in the chair, and when he came back he was undressed, ropes in his hand and on his knees begging me to suck my cock after he’d tied me up.

“Are you going to stand, my sub, or do you want to sit in my chair?” He patted his leg, I narrowed my glance, and raised an eyebrow. “You can, you know. That privilege was always extended to you, only you. You were special. That’s why I treated you the way I did.” I didn’t understand what he meant by special then, and I still didn’t, but I didn’t come here to hash over old times, good or bad, and how much he wanted and loved me. I had long passed that point of no return.

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