Page 23 of Surrender

“You have a doctor on staff?” Luke asks incredulously. “What the fuck? What do you do to your subs?”

That startles a laugh out of Cristiano, though it’s brittle. “Fucking hell, Luke. What kind of monster do you take me for?”

“The kind who doesn’t notice a sub is bleeding and keeps fucking beating him!” Luke shouts at him. “You’re supposed to be in control!”

“You need to calm down,” Cristiano says, and his voice is as even as Luke’s is ragged. “First of all, the injury to his back was not caused by me. I helped him get patched up because he needed the help.”

“So you knew he was injured, and you decided to bring him to a BDSM club?” Luke’s voice goes high with horror. “Jesus fuck. Don’t… don’t touch him. I’m gonna get the staff, and…” He trails off, then I hear him run out the door.

I start laughing and try to roll over. I end up on the floor, still laughing. Still hazy and lovely. “He’s finally gone. You can fuck me now, Daddy.”

Cristiano is running a hand through his hair, his jaw set in a hard line as he stares down at me. “You couldn’t feel that you were bleeding? For fuck’s sake, Fox! This isn’t home! I have to be careful here. I’m not—” He shakes his head, then sighs. “Come on. Sit up. They’ll bring some water, then there will be questions. I’m sorry you don’t get to enjoy your subspace.”

He extends a hand to me, and I stare at it for a few seconds before I realize he wants me to take it. After a few unsuccessful tries, I grasp his hand so he can pull me upright. I end up resting against his hard, warm chest.

“Mmm. You do hit way better, Daddy. I don’t wanna go back to Corbin.”

Cristiano tenses for a moment, but he holds me up by my lower back where the injury isn’t so bad. “You don’t have to go back to anyone you don’t want to, Fox,” he murmurs.

The door creaks open, and I glance over, ready to tell Luke to fuck off again.

It’s only Silvano though. He’s kind of hot, but way too skinny. I bet he can’t hit nicely at all.

“Wow,” Silvano says as he strolls in. “I thought Luke was being dramatic.” He stops next to us, reaching out for me.

Cristiano slaps his hand away. “Don’t touch him,” he hisses. “He’s fucking fine, Silvano. He took an injury to the back recently, and he squirmed too much when I was spanking him and reopened the wounds.” He helps me pull up my pants, which is difficult with the way I’m swaying on my feet. “You know I don’t abuse my subs.”

“Hey, what you do in private is your business,” Silvano answers. “But it’d be bad for optics if this got out. The club would ban all of us. Take Mr. Taylor and get out of here, I’ll handle the rest.” He laughs briefly. “Bodyguard. I knew he wasn’t actually a bodyguard. But I really didn’t think you had a thing for boys.”

Cristiano grits his teeth so hard I can hear them grinding together. “Yeah, well. Sometimes things just fall into your lap.” He finally gets my pants fastened over my cock cage. “We’re out. I’ll lay low until things settle.”

I shake my head, clinging harder to Cristiano. “I don’t want to go, Daddy. You haven’t fucked me yet.”

“I’m not fucking you,” Cristiano snaps. “Thanks, Silvano. Get with me about the Russians. Guess I owe you one.”

“Yep. You definitely do.” Silvano waves as Daddy drags me out of the room and out of the club.

I really was just starting to have fun.

CHAPTER SEVEN

CRISTIANO

My anger hasn’t settled by the time we get home. If anything, it’s been amplified because Fox won’t simply lie in the back seat and rest while I drive. There’s going to be blood all over my car, and this time it won’t even be because of anything illegal that I’ll have to get it stripped down and redone.

More than that, though, I’m pissed that my safe haven has been battered and turned into a place where I might be the subject of ridicule or fear. Once Fox and I go our separate ways, it’ll be harder to find people to do scenes with. Silvano will settle things down some at Club Alpha, but Luke has a big mouth.

“Since you’re so keen on moving nonstop, you can get your own ass up and out of the car,” I tell Fox as I get out of the car, my voice testy.

“Okay,” Fox says, smiling dopily at me. He fumbles with the door latch for a few seconds before managing to get the car door open and stumbling out. After one step, he turns to rest on the car itself. “Daddy, you still haven’t fucked me. We can do it here, in the garage. There’s only two cameras.”

There are actually three, but I’m not going to tell the person who tried to assassinate me that. “No,” I say. “You need some water, then you’re going to lie down on your stomach like a good sub.”

Fox laughs and turns around, pressing his injured back against the car without so much as a flinch. “Why do you think I’m a good sub? I’ve never been good. Please, Daddy…” He reaches down to cup his crotch. “I keep trying to get hard.”

“Stop getting blood everywhere,” I bark out, crossing around the front of the car. “You don’t get to get hard, and you don’t get to get fucked. You—” I take a deep breath, trying to force myself to calm down.

Fuck.

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