Apartment 1209

what?” I asked, very curious.
    “Well, one’s set up for suspension and electro. Room Three is a bit more industrial for intense scene play. There are… hoses and… some medical equipment.” He said this as if he worried he’d scare me. On the contrary, I felt my cock surge at the thought.
    “Jesus.”
    He shrugged. “I wanted this club to be a playground of sorts.”
    “Uh huh.”
    “I thought we’d start with the basics.”
    “Okay,” I said quietly, still thinking about the other rooms.
    “Strip.”
    “What?”
    “You heard me. Now. But leave the harness on.”
    Our eyes met and my cock throbbed.
    I bent to take off my boots, glancing between my legs while I untied the laces to see him looking at my ass while he palmed the bulge in his pants. He winked when he caught me looking. “Hurry up, Henry.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    I got the boots and socks off as fast as I could, then pulled down the leather pants— with some difficulty as they were so tight. In a few moments I stood essentially naked before him, my cock jutting out in front of me.
    “Jesus, Henry, that prick is gonna be the death of me,” he said, staring at the object in question.
    I looked down at my dick, which didn’t seem all that spectacular. Ryan had said it was pretty nice, which I appreciated. I figured he’d seen his share of penises.
    “I still don’t understand what’s so special about it,” I murmured, blushing with pleasure at his praise nonetheless.
    He reached out and examined it with his fingers, as though it were a strange type of rare animal. It responded to his touch, swelling even more and standing straighter.
    “Well, I’ve taught it everything it knows. I like that.” He winked. “Now get over to that wooden cross, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I said, my breath quickening with excitement. How would he arrange me? What would he do to me? I knew he probably wouldn’t fuck me here, at the club. He’d said as much. But the possibilities were still pretty endless.
    He positioned me facing the wooden beams and fastened my ankles and wrists to the contraption. “It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross. St. Andrew was murdered on a cross just like this.”
    “That’s encouraging,” I said sardonically.
    “It’s a pretty common piece of BDSM equipment. Very versatile and efficient for multiple bondage positions.”
    “Are you going to flog me?” I asked breathlessly.
    He laughed. “Would you like that?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Quiet. I know you love to be flogged, Henry. You’ve made that pretty obvious, ever since I did it the first time.”
    I blushed. “I know. Sorry.”
    He referred to the very first time he’d used a flogger on me. I think it was Visit Seven? I had them all written down in my journal at home. He’d plugged me for the first time, a tantalizing procedure in and of itself, and proceeded to flog me. I came in a matter of minutes, much to the surprise of us both.
    Ryan backed up to look me over, palming his bulge again and emitting a quiet moan. “Seeing you on that cross is making me so damn horny. It’ll be hard to keep from tapping that ass.”
    I writhed impatiently, wanting nothing more than to have it tapped, and soon. The weeks of teasing were taking their toll. Yes, he’d fucked me with toys and made me come in a myriad of ways, but I wanted his dick inside me now, not a rubber facsimile. He’d turned me into a horny little slut and I wanted it bad.
    He moaned again, and I heard him drop to his knees. Suddenly his large hands were on my buttocks, his thumbs digging in and spreading me. I gasped in surprise, not expecting it. I felt his hot tongue slide over me and poke me hungrily.
    I groaned as he spread me wider. My legs stiffened as he played me with his tongue, my arms reflexively fighting their confines. Metal rattled against wood as I struggled and gasped.
    The first time he’d done this to me I couldn’t believe how good it felt and how deliciously perverted it seemed. To have this sexy, motherfucking hunk of a man tonguing my ass was a revelation. He seemed to enjoy it too. Later he told me it was one of his favorite things to do.
    I felt his excitement as he breathed heavily and ate at me fervently. I couldn’t get away from this torment— I didn’t really want to— but it became almost too much, making my cock hard and wet from the excitement. His stubble scraped my sensitive skin, providing a rough counterpoint to his smooth, insistent tongue.
    “Dammit… you have