Chapter 7: Sex Isn't Enough
Chapter 7: Sex Isn't Enough
Nelson
I began to hear music pounding in my ear as my mind drifted off to that night again.
I was hopping on the dance floor like a crazy man to the best of the music. It is not the type I usually listen to, and it was way too loud but I didn't care. Tonight is fun, I am glad I let myself be dragged here by some classmates. Tomorrow is my birthday and it would be a shame not to celebrate. A few cuties have hit on me already but I have my eyes on the man with dark short hair and intense green eyes that is seductively dancing in front of me. His shirt is clinging onto his muscular chest and his pair of jeans rightly fits what seems to a perfect ass. He has mesmerized me for the last half hour and seeing the way his eyes are eating me, I think this delicious piece of hotness wants a taste of myself.
One or two more songs later, he began to grind against me and I let my hand wander on his chest. Definitely nice muscle, his lips find mine pretty soon after and I let his tongue take control of my mouth. This is fantastic, when he breaks the kiss, he softly pecks my cheek.
'Want to go to my place?’ he whispered into my ear.
'Sure,’ I replied.
‘Let me go to the bathroom first.’ he nodded.
This is going to be such a great night, I thought to myself while I left the dance floor.
I have never been so wrong in my life, I began to cry uncomfortably, shaking like a leaf as I relive the rest of the event of that night all over again in a vivid flashback. When it was finally over, and I got back the control of my brain, I was a sobbing mess. I realized that one hour has passed since I arrived home. I went to the window and lit a cigarette, it is going to smell in the apartment but I don't feel like going downstairs now. So I don't care, I feel so angry at myself for breaking down once again.
'Focus on what is positive, idiot.’ I scolded myself.
Well, I did have a nice evening for two hours anyway, I guess that is positive and I really managed to cut down on my cigarettes. It is only today when I used to smoke more than a pack a day, not that long ago. If only I could say the same of my other addiction. After I finished smoking, I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. That is my second addiction, two bottles are not enough to make me sleep. I can't remember the last night I went to sleep sober, or even just slightly drunk. Not in the last three years that is for sure. I don't sleep if I don't drink, that was a simple fact. I could take sleeping pills but they leave me groggy the next day and I can't think properly. I just can't resist drinking, the good thing is that after the third bottle, the pain mostly goes away. I don't feel as dirty and pathetic as before.
Nobody knows that I am an alcoholic, not even Liam. I hide it well, I drink alone and always clean the empty bottles in the morning. I have a different shop for alcohol for every day of the week, so not even the cashier could tell if they noticed me and I never drink too much to have a big hangover the next day. I know the exact quantity of alcohol my body needs for a numb sleep, and I don't go over it. I am a very functional drunk so even if someone calls or texts me at the end of the night, they usually can't notice a thing. Anyway, all rational thought leaves me when I begin to sip on my sixth bottle of the night which is the whole point of ingesting this much alcohol. I just enjoyed the latest episode of some stupid television show with the seventh one and when I finished it, I went to my bed. I fantasized for a moment about a nice man, as muscular as Eddy but dark hair who would love me despite my broken state and help me to heal. The film in my head grows a bit hotter and I am really tempted to jerk off to it but my dick won't wake up with all that I drank. So, I just fell asleep.
Lucious Pov.
The traffic was bad but not that horrible as we made our way back into the city. This afternoon, I had a meeting with a potential farm outside the city. I didn't meet with each of my new producers but this one was pretty big so the least I could do was to show up in person. And it went pretty well, I think we will be able to work together and with the growing number of customers we have, it will be a nice addition to our stocks. To avoid the traffic, I told my driver to drop me off directly at the club. Bedrock club is located in the middle of the city which is the new trendy neighborhood. Gideon had opened his first club in Fujairah five years ago and it was quite successful. A bit too much even and at some point, he needed to expand it, to have more space for his private Bdsm party. The real estate in Fujairah had gone crazy, with all the hipsters wanting to move there, so keeping the club in that neighborhood wasn't an option. He sold it a few years ago and still managed to make a nice profit. We can go there without passing through major routes, avoiding all the worst traffic jams.
I arrived a bit earlier than I thought at the club and told my driver to go back home and I will text him when I need him. I intended to enjoy my night with Aaron as best as I can, so I warned him that it would probably be quite late. The club has its entrance on the street but the private Bdsm part has its own doors on a parallel street, so as not to attract too much attention. Those are the doors I used to get in, I take the corridor on my left and am soon in front of Gideon's office. I knocked, because I would like to have him having sex with his submissive on his desk again. I entered and greeted him, he was already dressed for tonight, bare chest with leather pants and commando boots. The tattoo on his right pectoral is fully visible, like most of the dominants in the club, myself included. He is tall and pretty muscular, his thick blonde hair is in its usual mess, I don't think I ever saw him style it and when he looks at me with his mischievous eyes, his face lightens up with a warm smile.
“Nice to see you here tonight, lucious. It has been a long time since you visited the club on weekdays.” He said.
I usually prefer to come here on weekends to catch a good night of sleep after.
“Aaron has been a bit naughty.” I said, sitting down.
“So, he asked me to take care of his punishment.”
“Someone is going to have fun tonight.” He chuckled.
“I don't get why he does want a long term contract with you anymore since he always comes back for more.”
“Well, I won't complain. It has been a long time since I had a great night of sex.”
“Oh, come on.” He muttered.
“You always find some submissive to spend the night with you. Don't tell me sex isn't great with them too?”
“They are not as good as Aaron, I have to say.” I replied.
I don't want to dwell too much on the subject, so I tried to change the topic of our discussion.
“How is Callan by the way?”
Callan is his long time submissive, he is a cute little ball of energy with brown hair and beautiful eyes, always fun and a bit exuberant. While Gideon manages the club,he works as a freelance graphic designer.
“He should be here in a few minutes,” he replied.
“I was actually going to order some food for dinner, will you be joining us?”
I can't say no to good pizza, especially since he always orders from a great place. Callan indeed arrives a few minutes later, storming into the office with a bright smile.
“Daddy, I am here.” He squealed.
Yes, they have this strange daddy/baby kink even if he is only five years younger than both of us. He hasn't dressed for tonight yet, and was wearing skinny jeans with a v-neck t-shirt and electric fitted sweater and he greeted me with a smile.