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“Nice looking place, fellas.” Trouble flashed a grin at the waiting pair dressed all in black. “I’ve heard a lot of stories about the, ah...various dishes you cater here. Is all that true?” he asked, cocking his head to one side.
“Would you like to hear what’s on the menu tonight?” the one with longer hair and a fading shiner asked, smirking indulgently.
“Yes, please, I’m absolutely starving.” The longer haired man introduced himself, Kiv, and his colleague, Sahota. Trouble let his gaze wander as he listened to Kiv’s eager descriptions of what was waiting behind closed doors nearby. He pretended to take in the room while he silently cataloged the marks he could see on his hosts. They were both appealing in their own ways, and his mouth watered over a few of the details Kiv gave about Benji, Kaius, and Hunter.
“So, what’s sounding appetizing for you tonight?”
“Hmm. Gosh,” Trouble tapped his chin, brows drawing together, “it all sounds so delicious. How do I choose?”
“We’re happy to provide additional details. Do you have questions about any particular offering?” For as rough as he looked, Kiv was smooth with his task.
“Maybe.” He planted his hands on his hips. “Am I allowed to request whatever utensils I want, no matter which morsel I select?”
“Be as specific as you like, we’re happy to accommodate preferred dining styles.” Kiv’s eyes seemed to light up at the prospect.
“I enjoy taking my time when I’m sampling something new. Give me a few things to explore with, but nothing too sharp. I want to poke and prod a little to see what my food is made of.” Trouble winked, then added, “oh, and I don’t mind my food squirming around, but I would like a way to make sure it can’t get off my plate.”
“That can all be arranged. So, have you made a selection?” Kiv asked.
“Yeah. I’d like the special.”
“What?”
“You know.” Trouble moved closer to Kiv, holding his gaze. “I want what’s not listed. Something off the secret menu.” He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. “You’re kinda mean, aren’t you Kiv. The smell of it’s all over you. I like that.” He chuckled as Kiv’s professional-face slipped. “I’ll have you. Give the stun-pistol to your friend.”
“Wait--” Kiv tensed
“Playrooms are down that hall?” Trouble asked, shifting his gaze to Sahota. He felt a satisfying lick of heat under his sternum at the way the man stiffened. It took a moment for Sahota to recover enough of his composure to nod. “Perfect.” He looked back at Kiv and raised an eyebrow. “I said, ‘lose the stun-pistol.’ Let’s go. I’m sure if you’re a good boy for me, you’ll get it back later.” His smile was all teeth as he watched Kiv pass it to Sahota with a trembling hand. “There we go. C’mon, tall and handsome,” he cooed, gesturing for him to lead the way.
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“Huh.” Trouble followed Kiv through the door at the very end of the hall, kicking it closed behind them. “Only a bed? That’s not very creative.”
“If you’ve changed your mind--”
“And miss out on all your cringing?” He deliberately stepped into Kev’s space and laughed when he shied back. “Not a chance.” Trouble kicked off his shoes, moved around Kiv, and sprawled on the bed, arms crossed behind his head. “You’re a little overdressed. Strip for me, nice and slow.”
Kiv closed his eyes for a few moments, then started unfastening his holster.
“Who knocked you around?” When Kiv looked up sharply, Trouble chuckled. “What, are you not allowed to kiss and tell?”
“Tonight is...about you.”
“Aren’t you well trained. That’s fine, I was just curious.”
Kiv looked away again as he unlaced and removed his boots and socks.
“Is your name really Kiv?”
“Yes.” Kiv hesitated, then unfastened his belt.
“I’ll take that.” Trouble sat up and scooted up the mattress until he had the wall at his back.
Kiv froze for a heartbeat. His mouth was a tight line as he pulled his belt loose.
“Bring it to me.” He smiled as Kiv obeyed, approaching and holding it out. Trouble accepted, then patted the mattress. “Sit here.”
Kiv’s shoulders drew up as he faced away and slowly perched on the edge of the bed.
“You're out of words and smiles all of a sudden.” Trouble gently brushed Kiv’s hair aside, nosed his neck, drawing in a deeper lungful of his scent. “You were ready to burn any of those others for me. What happened to all that fire?”
Kiv didn’t pull away; he shivered.
“Cruelty and fear. Mmm.” He moved his lips to Kiv’s ear. “You smell good enough to eat.” Trouble gave his earlobe a gentle nip, then resettled back against the wall. “You may stand. Pants next, obedient boy, and look at me while you do it.”
He flinched like he’d been struck, then woodenly went through the motions he’d been told to.
“This is all too easy. All I have to say is, ‘now your shirt,’’’ Trouble paused as Kiv pulled that off, too, “and it’s done. A gourmet meal, no hunting or prep work required.”
Kiv lifted his arms, as if to cross them, then stopped halfway through the motion. He kept his arms limp at his sides, the bruises on his chest and thighs on full display.
“Your rope burns.” Trouble tilted his head, eyes still drinking in the livid marks. “Are they from being restrained too tightly, or from struggling?”
The muscles in Kiv’s jaw flexed before he answered. “Both.”
“Well aren’t you a dream come true.” He toyed with Kiv’s belt, then frowned. “I asked for supplies. When will they arrive?”
Kiv lowered his gaze. His fingers twitched.
“I want them.” Trouble’s smile grew watching Kiv fidget on the spot. “Get them for me.”
After taking a breath, Kiv moved deliberately to a stretch of wall. He reached out and a compartment opened under his touch. He went still, staring at the contents revealed there.
“That’s handy. I can’t imagine why you didn’t mention it earlier.” From where he was relaxing, Trouble couldn’t see the contents of the hidden alcove, but he could taste the wave of dread that rolled off Kiv. “What’s the matter? I asked you to fetch.”
Kiv gathered the items into his arms and slowly retraced his steps to the bed.
“Oh, wow.” Trouble shifted to his knees, eyes alight as he picked up, examined, and set out on the bed, one by one: a bottle of lube, a neon orange dildo, a neon purple cock ring, a neon green vibrating plug with remote control, what looked like an adjustable black leather thong, and four neon-colored, bundled ropes in purple, green, blue, and pink. “I’d say we’re almost ready to begin this feast.”
It looked like all the blood had drained from Kiv’s face.
“Poor little thing. Nervous already?” Trouble rose, smirking. “Take off your boxers and lie down on the bed, face up.”