Unobtainable (27 page)

“Bruno?” she tittered. “I know all about you and Bruno, don’t play me. I am well aware of you two and your sick lifestyle.”

The idea flustered her. She took a sip of water and blotted her lips on her napkin. She was the most homophobic person I knew. I wished for a moment I was a flamer, I would have set myself on fire to see her reaction.

“Lifestyle? I’m gay, you can say it, we’re all adults here,” I reminded her. “You’re disgusted by my lifestyle, but you keep company with him, the man is vile, he’s an abusive rapist.”

“Bullshit!” Bruno shouted, eyes all around the restaurant looking in our direction.

“I suggest we all settle down, the walls have ears and this is the stuff that makes headlines. Keep your voices down,” mommy dearest warned, with a faux smile pasted on her face. “What happened between you two is not my concern. I’d rather not hear all the perverted details, thank you.”

“Can you feel the maternal love?” Dyson said, under his breath. I caught it as if he had screamed it in my ear.

“You keep your nose out,
friend
, you have no business here,” Bruno directed at Dyson.

“Don’t you fucking talk to him like that. In fact don’t talk to him at all. Either you get on with this or we’re out of here, because I’m just about done.”

Thankfully the waitress came with our coffee, giving me a few moments to collect myself. My mother had a way of bringing out the worst in me and by bringing Bruno into the mix she had managed to stir a massive pot of rage inside me.

“Very well, if you want to be like that, I have a new campaign starting and I need funding,” she said, tearing open a packet of sweetener and dumping it into her mug as Bruno offered her a small pitcher of creamer.

My blood was a touch past the simmering point on my
ugly
thermometer and rising quickly, we needed to get this over with. I needed to be as far away from the two people I loathed the most in this world.

“And?” I snipped.

Dyson slipped his hand into mine under the table and squeezed, his support was precisely what I needed. He was my rock.

“George cut me off and your father suspended all my credit cards, I need money and you are going to get it for me.”

Throwing my head back I laughed, “If I had the money I’d burn it before I gave it to you.”

Mommy dearest narrowed her eyes in my direction, taking a compact and tube of lipstick from her purse. She wound open the lipstick and pursed her lips, taking her eyes off of me long enough to swirl it around her lips several times. She pressed them together and then blotted them on the napkin. The blotting was really beginning to piss me off. Why bother putting on war paint if you were just going to take it off again? Women baffled me.

“I know you have not been spending your allowance. You have been stock piling it away for years. You won’t spend the money and I need it, so give it back.”

“How would you know what I do with my money?” I asked, glaring at Bruno, the rotten prick knew I had it, he had discovered my bankbook while snooping through my things when we were living together.

Each month throughout my schooling mommy dearest sent me cheques, and instead of spending her money I put it in a private bank account and worked nights and weekends to get by. My father paid for my schooling and my room and board, therefore all I needed was spending money. No one else but Bruno knew of the bank accounts existence.

“I have my ways,” she grinned, turning to Bruno.

“Then use your ways to fund your campaign,” I said as I stood, pulling poor Dyson with me. “See ya.”

“Not so fast, son,” she said.

That was the point when my ugly thermometer rose to a dangerous level, the point of no return.

“Do not ever call me that, you gave away that right years ago.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed, dusting her hand in my direction. “Sit down and stop causing a scene, quit being so dramatic.”

I swear the woman’s heart, if she had one at all, was made of thick black ice. She made Cruella Deville look like Mother Theresa.

I growled, pushing Dyson away. He had to have been feeling like a yoyo.

“You remember a Mr. Carraro? He mentioned knowing you when he heard my name, though I never let on we were related. He seems like a very nice gentleman who would be happy to see you again. I had the pleasure of meeting him at a charity function just last week. Did you know that his daughter Mimi got married recently?”

“Jesus, fuck, this just gets better and better,” I griped, dropping to my seat. “Blackmail? Really? Just when I didn’t think you could sink any lower, you bitch.”

I pulled Dyson closer in his seat at my side and held his hand on my knee.

“Whatever,” she flashed her brow as if bored out of her skull.

“Fine, you win.” She had me wedged between a rock and a hard place, I had no choice. “But it’s going to take a few days to arrange a withdrawal. The funds are locked.”

Dyson had kept out of it so far, biting his tongue and showing me silent support, but I could tell he was about to burst by the pressure he had on my hand.

“It’s okay,” I told him, then directed my attention back to her. “I have one condition.”

“Yes?” she said, with a devious smile.

I had never wanted to smack a woman before as much as I wanted to at that very moment. Hate was such a strong emotion, one that I kept under control most of the time, but with her she always managed to take me back to that mood every time. She could bring out the worst in me and I simply couldn’t fight it. It was a force so strong it scared me to think where it could take me and the things it could make me do.

“You take the money and get the fuck out of my life, for good. Both of you. I never want to see either of you again. Ever!”

“Deal.” She held out her hand, assuming I was going to shake it.

I stood, pulling Dyson with me. “I’ll be in touch to make arrangements, don’t contact me.”

“Don’t take too long,” Bruno gave his unsolicited two cents.

I darted towards him but Dyson held me back telling Bruno, “Back the fuck off, asshole.” Dyson glared at mommy dearest. “I can only hold him off for so long. That scene you don’t want people seeing is going to draw quite the crowd if you don’t put a leash on him.”

As we stepped out of the diner onto the busy street, it started to rain. Dyson raised his hand to hail a cab, I took hold of his hand and slowly lowered his arm.

“Would you mind if we walked home?” I asked.

“Of course we can, whatever you like,” Dyson said, allowing me to link our fingers together and slip them into my jacket pocket so I could hold his hand, while we slowly walked down the street in the pouring rain without saying a word.

~Dyson~

We were completely and utterly soaked to the bone by the time we got home. We had walked for close to an hour in silence, hand in hand as the rain teemed down.

Once back at the apartment, we undressed in the laundry room, tossing everything but our shoes into the washing machine, flinging our now ruined shoes into the laundry tub.

Poor Harley looked absolutely defeated. His shoulders were slumped forward and the blue in his beautiful eyes didn’t seem so bright anymore. I felt for him but I feared saying anything, in case I somehow made things worse. I couldn’t imagine them getting much worse.

“We better get into a hot shower before we both end up with pneumonia,” I said, taking his hand and directing him up the stairs.

Harley hadn’t said a word since leaving the diner, I was starting to worry. I turned the tap on in the shower, grabbed us a few towels and shoved him in ahead of me. I washed his hair and rinsed it. I poured a small amount of body wash into my palm and lathered it up, allowing my hands to work it into his skin as it warmed. I started with his shoulders, massaging in circles over his gorgeous muscular back and that bubble butt I loved so much. My fingers paid extra attention to the crack of his ass and I deliberately reached between his legs washing his balls from behind, then the backs of his legs.

The entire time he stood in place with his eyes closed. I came around and stood in front of him. Harley opened his heavy lidded eyes and he stared into mine, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He remained silent as I filled my palm with more soap, working it into a lather, rubbing it over his pecs, his solid perfect abs and the tiny patch of hair at the base of his cock. I gently took hold of his manhood and started to stroke him, I felt him shudder and his breath hitched.

He grasped my wrist, shaking his head and pulling me free.

“Harley,” I started to speak, when he placed his index finger against my lips and shushed me.

He reached for the bottle of shampoo and pulled me under the showerhead. He washed my hair, then my chest, stomach and legs, turning me and washing my back, butt and the crack of my ass. His touch was gentle and languid. He washed every part of me except the part I wanted him to touch the most.

“You forgot something,” I looked down at my groin wiggling my brow.

His soapy hand grasped hold of my cock and he leaned into my ear. “I could have never survived today without you.”

“I’m not so sure,” I told him as he started to stroke me. “You’re stronger than you think, you’ve survived worse.”

He shook his head. “I’m really fucked up Dyson, you should distance yourself from all this. Run out that door and don’t ever look back.”

“I’m finished running,” I told him, clamping onto his hand to stop him before I couldn’t think coherently. “I love you, there’s nowhere else I want to be.”

“You can’t love me, Dyson,” Harley stared down at the floor of the shower. “My heart is unobtainable, it won’t allow you in. I can’t be loved and I don’t have the capacity to love back. So before you get in too deep and I break you, let go of me now. I don’t even think I have a heart anymore.”

I placed my cheek against his chest, pressing my ear over his heart.

“I can hear it, Harley, it’s faint but it’s there.” I pushed back, taking his face in my hands. “All it needs is someone to show it how to beat again…please stop pushing me away, let me love you and see where this goes.”

“The waters starting to get cold,” Harley said, turning the tap off. “Let’s get outta here. I’m hungry. We missed lunch and its past dinner.”

Taking my hands from his face, I ran them through my hair and took a step back.

“We have the lasagna Chelsea brought by,” I said, allowing him to change the subject. It had already been one fuck of a day. “I’ll pop it in the oven and make some garlic toast to go with it. We can share a bottle of wine if you’re up for it?”

“And a movie?” Harley asked. “I could use some comedy relief about now.”

“
The Other Guys
is supposed to be good, I heard Clair talking to John about it in the break room. It’s on Netflix, you can use my laptop and set it up on the big screen while I make dinner.”

As much as I felt that Harley needed to talk about what happened at the diner, I knew he needed to escape reality for a while. Later I would bring it up, perhaps I could get him to open up a bit more regarding his past.

Harley’s little sister was a wonderful cook, her lasagna was incredible with just the perfect blend of spices, cheeses and homemade noodles. The bottle of wine turned into two and Harley invited me to snuggle up with him on the couch while we watched the movie. My back was to his chest. I stroked my finger along his leg that he had wrapped over my thighs as his thumb caressed my collarbone. Harley stretched out his arms and yawned.

“Tired?” I asked.

“Nope,” he answered, as he fiddled under the cushions of the couch.

“What are you doing?” I asked, resting my head against his shoulder as he wriggled behind me.

“Looking for something.”

“I vacuumed the couch yesterday, I got all the change so you’re shit out of luck,” I laughed.

“I hid something here this morning,” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah?”

Taking my left hand in his, he looped a blue satin rope around my wrist. “Would you let me?” he whispered. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

I held my hands together with a smile.

“No,” he said. “The real deal, Kinbaku. Would you allow me to restrain you?”

“I thought you didn’t do this anymore,” I asked, my stomach doing a nervous flip flop.

“I’ll never allow anyone to tie
me
, no matter how much I trust that person,” he confirmed. “You should experience it though, if only once in your lifetime. It can be a very sensual thing.”

“You’ve tied me up before.”

“Not like this.”

The smile left my face as the idea suddenly scared me and visions of being tied and left alone in the dark took over my thoughts.

I shivered as his breath warmed my earlobe. “It can be the greatest pleasure you’ll ever know if handled right. I can take you into a world of pleasure you can’t even imagine. Total vulnerability is not only stimulating, it’s…I can’t even explain it. It’s something you have to experience to appreciate.”

He was close to convincing me. Harley was using a deep sexy tone in his voice to entice me. The sultry rasp as he whispered against my ear had my heart thumping and my stomach tight with nervous tension.

“Come on, baby, let me do this?” he pleaded. “I’ll even let you make up some of the rules.”

I thought for a moment and spun in his arms so I could see his face.

“If I agree to this, you have to promise not to leave me,” I blurted, watching the smile that was spread across his face from ear to ear, turn into a scowl.

“I wouldn’t do that,” he promised. “I want to show you pleasure, not fear. I like it rough, you like it rough, I won’t go beyond what you’re used to.”

“And the lights stay on, right?” I asked.

“I’ll only dim them slightly, it’s more erotic that way,” he said, placing his palm to my cheek. “I’m nothing like
him
. I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you.”

“I can live with dim lights and rough sex, but I can’t live with thoughts of him,” I said. “We never use that name in this house again, okay?”

“Done.”

“Where will we do this?” I asked, not saying yes, not saying no.

“Right here, we don’t need red rooms and fancy equipment,” he said, with excitement in his voice. “You get naked and I’ll be right back.”

He was excited alright, as he darted up the stairs into his room. While I slowly disrobed and checked to make sure the door was locked, I heard him come bounding down the stairs. He had a treasure chest like box full of ropes, a large bottle of lube and a container of condoms. He cleared off the coffee table and draped a blanket over it.

“You lied,” I gave him a playful glower. “You said you didn’t have kinky shit in your room.

Harley rolled his eyes, smoothing wrinkles from the heavy blanket. He walked over to the stereo and slipped in a cd, tranquil music started playing softly in the background.

“Sit here,” he said, positioning me at the one end of the table’s edge. “For your first time I’m not going to blindfold you, I think you should see what I’m doing.”

“I appreciate that,” I nervously swallowed.

Stopping what he was doing, he knelt on the floor between my legs, placing his hands on my thighs and smiled, stroking his finger along my jawline.

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” I said, noting a quiver in my voice.

“You need to trust me wholly, without any apprehension.”

“I do,” I smiled. “I trust you with my life.”

“You’ll never know what this means to me,” he said. “You putting all your trust in me means so much. You need to relax while I explain what I’m doing. Take a few deep breaths.”

I took a deep breath as instructed.

“These are special ropes, they are soft,” he held it out so I could feel the satin smooth fibers. “They will more than likely leave impressions on your skin, but they won’t last more than an a few hours. I will massage them with lotion after. While I’m tying you, let me know if you are uncomfortable or they’re too tight. If at any time you start to feel a sense of panic talk to me, let me know. Will we start?”

“Uh huh.”

“It’s yes or no, I need to hear your words. I can never assume.”

“Okay, yes I’m ready.”

“You’re adorable sitting on my coffee table naked as the day is long,” he kissed the tip of my nose. “Whenever I look at this table I’ll remember this. Now lay back and scoot your ass to the edge.”

“Yes sir,” I saluted.

“Nice…I like that,” he licked his lips.

I laid back and watched as Harley looped a length of rope around my left wrist, tying complex knots and then securing it over my head to the opposite leg of the table, he then secured my right wrist.

“Comfy?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Use your words, baby,” he warned me.

“Yes comfy cozy,” I tittered.

He tied a length of rope to the same leg and brought it to the center of my chest and another from the other side. Harley proceeded to tie the two ropes together, creating an intricately patterned knot, resembling something Celtic-like at the center of my chest.

“Wow, that’s awesome,” I said, making Harley laugh.

“Not exactly what you’re supposed to be saying,” he ran his palms from the knot to the base of my cock causing me to gasp.

“What should I say?”

“Nothing,” he winked. “I was expecting you to be a bit horny by this point, anticipation and all.”

Harley bent over me and licked the underside of my cock from base to tip and I sighed as his mouth opened and he sucked along my length. I happily started to grow hard, my dick thickening and lengthening in his talented mouth. He released me, my cock slapping against my belly.

“That’s the way I want to see you, good and hard,” he said. “Now for your legs.”

When he was finished securing my legs I suddenly knew what it felt like for a woman having a pap test, minus the stirrups. My knees were bent, my heels touching the crest of my ass and I was spread eagle and completely exposed. I put my head up to see where Harley had gone, my cock was already throbbing. There was a string of pre-cum draped from the tip of my cock onto my belly. I was so worked up and all Harley had done was suck my cock for all of two minutes.

“Are you okay?” Harley asked, coming around from behind me, naked with his cock in hand and a happy gleam in his eyes. “I can have you out of these in a matter of minutes, is anything hurting besides that enormous cock of yours?”

“You think it’s enormous?” I asked, with a narcissistic grin.

“It is, and it’s ecstatic to be in this predicament.” He flicked the head of my cock with his finger causing me to flinch. “Now answer me, any pain or discomfort?”

“No sir,” I smiled.

Harley touched his pinkie to the tip of my cock and swirled the pre-cum in a circle, causing me to moan aloud. He licked his pinkie and smiled. At that moment I realized exactly to what extent I was tied. Only my hands and legs from my knees to my toes could move, the rest of my body was rendered immobile. I had to admit it was scary but a tremendous turn on. The anticipation of what he was going to do next triggered my guts to flutter and a tingle to travel along my spine.

“I wasn’t going to blindfold you, but since you’re so receptive I think it may be a good thing if you don’t see what’s coming…the choice is yours. Yes or no to a blind fold?”

“I’m placing you in control, Harley,” I smiled. “I want to experience all you have to offer me.”

In case this turned out to be a one-time thing, as he said, then I wanted to do it right for both of us.

“Blind fold it is,” Harley grinned, dipping into his toy box, holding up a black satin blind fold.