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Chapter Five – Miscalculations

Rhett was fuming. He had tried to untie himself for some time now, and the need to piss was getting stronger. What kind of demon did that to a guy? Christian Marshall had been sweet like candy until he had turned all sour. And over what? Rhett still had a hard time trying to figure out what had made the boy behave like that. His mercurial personality was part of his charm, but not if one were at the receiving end of his whims.

And why did he have to be so good at tying knots? At first, he had thought it to be a joke, that Christian would come back, but after half an hour, it had become clear that nothing like that would happen.

The most annoying part was that what Christian had done felt like an insult. A humiliation. Was the boy trying to serve him a lesson because of some misconstrued conceptions he had about what relationships between doms and subs were? Who knew what Eddy must have told him?

Anger was growing inside him. He could ask the virtual assistant to make a phone call for him, but he couldn’t think of one person in his contacts who wouldn’t laugh at his predicament if he saw him like that.

The alternative wasn’t making him particularly happy, and it involved waiting, but it was the lesser of two evils. He gave up on trying to break free and began planning his revenge.

A boy so sweet and such an evil mind! Rhett would pull out all the stops once he got his hands on Christian again. The boy would get a spanking like he had never gotten in his life. He would be tied and kept on the verge of climax for hours while Rhett would get his fill out of his delicious young body. He would be taught everything, he would be abused, and he would beg for mercy.

Damn, his body was reacting. Rhett sighed and began laughing. Well, he was overreacting. Not that Christian Marshall wasn’t in for a serious spanking, but he was getting too worked up over such a young man.

Christian had sounded jealous, and while he was smart and had a quirky personality, he couldn’t hide his feelings well. Even blindfolded, Rhett could tell that he had struck a sensitive chord when he had insulted Christian’s performance earlier. He hadn’t meant for his words to sound like that, but he had been impatient to see that beautiful naked body and give it his all. The phone ringing couldn’t have bidden well with Christian, either. It had been clear from their earlier conversation that the boy was easy to stir.

Then, in that case, he was partially to blame. It wouldn’t take long until his cook arrived to prepare the food for the day. Rhett could only congratulate himself for having the inspiration to have the guy make fresh meals, including on Sundays.

***

“I hate myself,” Christian said out loud and buried his head in the pillow.

It had all seemed like such a fun idea. Rhett Brown was an asshole, a good looking asshole who could be used. And Christian had done so, but come on, why had it all turned against him so easily? For once, he had thought that he had succeeded in making a man like that feel something for him, even if it was just sex.

“No, I don’t hate myself. I take it back,” Christian added.

It was Brown’s fault, he decided. Not that he had a weird, impractical notion of romance, that he should have been appreciated for allowing that asshole to pop his cherry. But still, Brown had been ready to teach him a lesson in sex like he hadn’t come just seconds earlier.

Had all his efforts been in vain? And it had felt so great, too! Just thinking of that made Christian shudder. He had taken a shower and the time needed to feel sorry for himself, but now was the moment for something else.

He would forget about Brown, his awesome body, and how great his incredible cock felt in his ass. There were many men in the world, and he didn’t need to stop at someone like that. Plus, hadn’t he been the one who had imagined all that as a one-night-stand and nothing else?

It served Brown right to remain tied and blindfolded like that. But what if he couldn’t break free? Guilt crept in right away. Nah, he could. Right? Maybe he needed to go back and check? But dawn was almost breaking, and he would be caught if he tried to sneak out of the house.

No, the asshole would be fine. He would just have his virtual assistant, which Christian had seen on the nightstand, call someone. It would be weird as fuck, probably, and just as likely, Brown had to have a bunch of subs with loose morals in his contact list, so it couldn’t be too much of a biggy.

And if he felt humiliated and pissed, that was for the better. After all, Christian felt the same, and it was all the other’s fault.

He touched his backside gingerly. He would be sore tomorrow, for sure. What had driven him to attempt such a thing? But he had been in control, and if he had ruined his ass impaling himself on Brown’s cock, that was all on him because he had chosen that.

***

“Caleb,” Rhett shouted the moment he heard the front door.

The cook’s steps could be heard as marching through the penthouse. “Oh, Mr. Brown.” The young man gasped. “Did I come at a bad time? I can always --”

“No,” Rhett said impatiently. “Your timing is impeccable. Please untie me.”

He could tell Caleb had a hard time attempting that and probably had a thousand questions on his mind.

“Who tied these knots?” Caleb expressed his astonishment as he struggled with the rope restraints. “Did you get involved with a sexy sailor this time, Mr. Brown? Too sexy for your own good?”

Rhett wanted to roll his eyes, but it couldn’t serve anyone since he was still blindfolded. The teasing in Caleb’s voice was unmistakable. “Not really.”

Caleb paused. “Would you like me to call the police?” he asked quietly.

“No, that’s not the case. I just miscalculated something. And I know that it’s a lot to ask, but could you please keep this to yourself?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Brown,” Caleb agreed.

The rumor mill would have a tasty morsel to digest soon enough. Caleb was lucky Rhett loved his cooking, as he was a gossiper of the highest caliber.

Well, as long as Christian kept his mouth shut, no one would know who the ‘sexy sailor’ was. And rumors came and went, and Rhett usually enjoyed the attention. Only that, this time, he knew that the laugh and mockery would be on him.

He took off the blindfold as soon as his arms were free. He stared at the rope burns, and laughter bubbled in his chest. Well, the trap had been laid for an innocent angel, and Rhett had caught a naughty devil instead. Things would only get interesting from now on.

***

Although he couldn’t share with anyone what he had done the night before, Christian felt the need to illustrate his suffering accordingly. He had been hurt more in his heart than in his butt, but he had the soreness to prove that his backside hadn’t been spared. Therefore, he put on his sunglasses and lay by the pool with an exaggerated sigh.

“Partying too hard last night?” His dad stared at him over the magazine he was reading while having his morning smoothie at a nearby table.

Christian knew his father hated those things, but his mom could be a pest when she got an idea in her head. His dad needed to watch over his health, and that was, apparently, one way to do it so that he didn’t incur the wrath of his better half. Christian could bet his father would have liked to start the day with whiskey on the rocks and a cigar, but those had been banned from his lifestyle – at least in the mornings – for a while now. At least, his dad knew how to be dignified even while doing things he hated. In a straw hat and light-colored suit, he looked the part, for sure.

“You know how it is,” Christian replied. “Partying,” he said with emphasis.

“Hmm.” His dad pretended to be interested in something in the magazine. “Any pretty girls at this party?”

Christian pretended not to hear. He hadn’t really come out to his parents, but he believed that they were suspecting the truth anyway.

“Any pretty boys, then?” his dad asked again.

“Dad,” Christian complained.

“What? Am I not allowed to know who you like? A father has to know.”

Christian loved his parents for being so amazing and now felt a little guilty over the escapade from the night before. As open-minded as his mom and dad were, he had a feeling that they would have a hard time stomaching the kind of person Rhett Brown was.

“There’s no one I like.” He jumped into the pool and enjoyed the sensation of cold water on his skin.

When he rose to the surface at the other end, his father was still watching him.

“What?” he asked, suddenly a bit suspicious about his dad’s interest in his love life. Could it be Ed had said something?

His dad observed him with keen eyes. Even from that distance, Christian could tell.

“You need to have more fun, Christian. Don’t always do what your mother says. If it were after her, she would keep you by her side until you’re eighty.”

Hmm, it could be a trap. His mother was rash and always came in like a wrecking ball, under the pretext that she wanted to understand him, but she always failed. That was when she sent in the heavy artillery, aka dad. His old man knew how to be subtle and get under his skin, but not today.

Christian’s secret was too important to blurt out to his dad. No one had to know about what had happened the night before. It was his secret.

And Brown’s.

Oh, damn. Will that guy keep his mouth shut?

Well, he had no proof.

Wait, what if he had cameras in the bedroom?

“Christian,” his dad called.

“Yes, dad?”

“I trust you, son.”

“I know.”

His dad was definitely suspecting something. All the more reason for him to be extra careful in his escapades from now on. Had his parents found out that there had been no party?

His brain was a mess, and it had to be because of that handsome asshole. Whom Christian must have pissed off really badly, seeing how he had left him tied up to the bed, with cum drying on his belly.

Oh, no. The retaliation would be brutal.

Time to build defenses, then, and everyone knew that the best defense was offense. Christian grabbed a towel and walked toward the house. He needed to be social today and find out where the handsome asshole was hanging out.

“Dad, tell mom I’ll be out most of the day. I’m meeting with some friends.”

“Of course. Anything else you want me to tell her?”

“No. Yes. Tell her I love her.”

“Ah, only her?” his father teased him.

Christian hurried by his dad’s side and kissed his cheek, earning a short hug in return.

So sorry, dad. Your son just got into trouble, but he’ll get out of it without your knowing or breaking your heart.

***

“What are these?”

Rhett stared at his wrists and the man’s fingers teasing the skin. Since he was dressed casually in a short-sleeved polo t-shirt, he couldn’t hide the little memento Christian had left him with. “Nothing,” he replied coolly.

He didn’t know why he even had company. All he wanted was to enjoy a fresh drink while watching the others mingle on the open terrace of that swanky bar. It was too early to drink alcohol, so he had opted for something else.

In all truth, he could have stayed all day indoors and then hide the rope burns under a shirt’s long sleeves while at work, but somehow, he had a perverse desire to flaunt them. It was a bit absurd to believe that Christian would hear about them and then feel guilty over what he had done. On an off chance, he might meet Eddy and his husband, but he could only guess how those guys were spending their Sunday.

Probably in bed, wrapped around each other. That was what married couples in love did, not that Brown was too fond of that idea. His parents loved each other very much, and in their love, they hadn’t had that much room left for anyone else. During his childhood, he had often felt as an intruder.

Why was he thinking of old history right now? He couldn’t say his parents had ever treated him unfairly. They had given him everything, but Rhett was still unsure whether that had been a way for them to escape the responsibility of it all so that they could lose into each other for as long as they lived.

So much love was unhealthy, and he would never fall prey to that insanity. It was one of the reasons why he had chosen the lifestyle he kept. As long as he was in control, nothing else mattered.

“I’d say,” his companion grabbed one of his hands and examined the wrist with unhidden interest, “that someone had a little too much fun last night.”

“There’s no such thing as too much fun,” Rhett replied.

“Hmm. But I thought you were the type of guy who tied up people, not the other way around.”

So, the rumors hadn’t taken long to spread. Caleb certainly needed an award for being the best spreader of fake news in the universe. It didn’t matter that there was truth in them. No one could even imagine how the mighty Rhett Brown had gotten himself in such a situation that he had had to be saved by his cook.

The secret was delicious in its own right. How must Christian have looked while getting his fill from Rhett’s body last night? He was dying to know, and he would think of something to make the little devil walk into his lair again and on his own accord.

His companion let go of his hand. “You know, you do seem like a scary guy when you smile like that. No wonder people worry so much about getting on your bad side.”

“Worry?” Rhett quirked an eyebrow in simulated surprise.

“Worry is too little a word. They’re scared of you.”

Not everyone felt that way, though. There was a certain Christian Marshall who showed more guts than all the people he knew. Scared by a kiss, but brave enough to leave Rhett all tied up and far from satisfied.

“I gotta go. Selfie?” his companion asked and held the phone.

Rhett couldn’t fathom the younger generation's obsession with documenting any moment of their lives like that. But he agreed with a shrug. He knew for a fact that he looked good in any photos.

Was that how Christian spent his Sundays, too? Taking selfies with vacuous acquaintances and posting them on social media while pretending to have fun? He seemed too smart for that.

Yes, but not too smart to avoid the plan Rhett would soon have in store for him. All he needed was time and to put his mind to work. First, the lingering sensations of last night had to go. They were the number one enemy of a clear head at the moment.

***

Brown didn’t keep up with social media, by what he could tell, Christian thought, as his searches were only leading him to corporate news and posts related to the guy’s position as CEO of his company.

Given that his parents probably suspected something was happening and that Ed and Adrian also watched over him, he couldn’t go around and ask about Brown’s whereabouts.

And if he did find out, what could he do? What did he want to do?

Christian pressed his fingers against his lips and sighed. Why was pleasure so fleeting? And that wasn’t even the biggest problem.

No, the biggest problem was that he wanted more of the same thing, while he knew well that it was stupid to even think of that. First of all, he had wanted Brown on a whim. Well, maybe not on a whim-whim, but he had been startled by how he had reacted to that first kiss.

What was the initial plan again? What could the handsome asshole think of right now? Was he still pissed? He could be, and somehow, Christian counted on it. All that dom play he was indulging in had to be so boring. Those guys were willing, and when Brown punished them – a way of saying – it was just an act, and no real anger was involved.

Was he crazy to want that kind of man pissed at him? Clearly, the answer was yes because he had done just that.

Bored with the fruitlessness of his searches, he began to flick through his feed. Everyone was there, having fun on Sunday, and he only cared about one thing.

How to kick the hornet’s nest again.

He wasn’t even registering what he was looking at anymore and scrolling out of habit when he caught something. He went back and stared at the pic posted by someone on his extensive acquaintance list only minutes ago.

“Chilling with a cool guy,” he read the caption out loud.

Christian felt invigorated in the blink of an eye. If he hurried enough, he might still catch him there. But Brown had company, by the looks of it, and the other dude in the picture looked really attractive. Christian couldn’t remember how he had gotten on his so-called friends’ list, but he didn’t care about how the other few thousands had done the same, anyway.

It didn’t matter. He would go there, like by accident, and then pretend to bump into the guy.

What would happen next? Christian couldn’t see that far into the future.

But it was bound to be so exciting.

***

Rhett was glad to be alone again. After taking that selfie, his companion had scurried off somewhere, probably interested in more exciting company. All his life, Rhett had been pleased with the on-off switch he could use when either he wanted to have fun or wanted to work.

When had it been the last time he had enjoyed a real challenge? Except for the role-playing he indulged in with his subs, there was none of that in his sex life. At work, things were different. There was always new fish in the sea and sharks waiting to strike. Those challenges were real, and when overcome, they provided true rewards. That was why Rhett loved what he did for a living and wouldn’t change it for the world.

On the other hand, his sex life wasn’t that exciting. Finding ways to break a man and put him back together so he could experience unbridled pleasure was interesting and arousing, but it no longer had the power to conquer all his senses, his body, as well as his mind.

And here came Christian Marshall. Rhett would have to find a way to cross paths with the naughty devil again. He doubted the youngster preferred swanky bars on Sunday afternoons, so there was not much he could do. Maybe he could head back home and get some early work done. Or maybe he could blow some steam taking it on the punching bag. The prospects were far from extremely appealing, but Rhett took great pride in keeping himself busy.

He stood up and walked toward the exit. In the meantime, he began browsing through his phone, checking his schedule for the next week.

Someone bumped hard into him, almost making him drop the phone. Rhett raised his eyes, decided to put the stranger politely but firmly in place. His entire face morphed into a broad grin he couldn’t keep in. Was that his lucky day or what?

Right in front of him stood no one else but the young man he wanted so much to see. Christian was breathing hard like he had run there, his pretty face was flushed, and his large blue eyes were staring at him like there was no one else in the world. He was dressed in loose clothes like he had just come down from a k-pop video, and his hair, like usual, looked like it could never have a proper relationship with a brush.

“Mr. Brown, hi,” he said.

“Hi?” Rhett grabbed Christian by the elbow and forced him to walk along.

“Um, yes?”

“Don’t ‘hi’ and ‘yes’ me, young man, after the stunt you pulled last night,” Rhett warned.

“Oh, yeah, about that … sorry.”

Rhett sighed. He was supposed to have time and plan his next move, not stumble upon the boy so quickly, no matter how he had secretly wished for it to happen. “Oh, you will be sorry, and I’ll make sure of that.”

He expected a bit of struggle and protests at his words, but Christian was surprisingly quiet. He didn’t attempt to break free and obeyed when Rhett opened the car door and gestured for him to get inside. Just how much did the young man want to ride in a fast car?

Without a word, Rhett got behind the wheel. If Christian liked it fast, he would know how that felt soon enough.

There was nothing like enjoying the power of a supercar and testing its limits. It was also a way to prove something to a hothead like the one sitting quietly and apparently much chastised on the seat next to him.

Rhett kicked the engine into gear. He knew where to take Christian and show him how fast they could get.

***

Christian waited without saying a word. He could barely keep in his excitement. Brown was seriously pissed. They were somewhere, on an empty track, and they were going fast. Like really fast.

It was like he was in heaven. The only thing missing was that he couldn’t be behind the wheel. The roaring engine was music to his years. Next to him, Brown was in control of that magnificent vehicle, and he looked damned sexy while at it.

That was freedom, Christian though, completely elated and feeling like he was finally getting loose of all the things keeping him back.

“Do you enjoy this? The speed?” Brown asked.

Christian just nodded. Probably, he had a silly smile on his face, but he couldn’t get rid of it. “Can it go faster?”

“Faster, do you say?”

Christian looked out the window at the scenery flying by. They were going so fast. “Yes, faster,” he whispered.

“What do you like so much about it?” Brown seemed calm on the outside, but Christian could bet he was like a volcano waiting to erupt.

“It’s cool.” Christian’s eyes fell on the other’s wrists. The rope burns made him wince. “How did you free yourself?”

Brown stared at him for a moment, but then he looked straight ahead, focused on his driving. “My cook found me.”

“Your cook? How many hours did you --”

“Enough to know that you’re an incredibly naughty boy who hadn’t gotten a spanking in his entire life.”

Christian snickered, but then he schooled his face into a possibly neutral expression. “I’m sorry, I really am.”

“I told you. You will be.”

What did that mean? Christian didn’t think he would ever say that, but now he wished for Brown to stop the car and show him exactly what his punishment would be about.

TBC

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