Mercy (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Nineteen- King

Chapter Nineteen-

Elliot

"Rum and Coke. Light on the alcohol, I'm a lightweight." I admit.

"Right. So you're not f*****g Teagan and my brother anymore?" Noel asks, making my drink despite the fact that his dom told him that he's not allowed to bartend.

"Exactly. I'm a free guy, with practically no rules to follow and a whole ocean of doms waiting to get in my pants."

"They'd rather get in your mouth. You kinda have a reputation for giving the best blowjobs." Noel points out, handing me my drink with a little smirk. I used to just think of him as Sawyer's little brother, but he's an adult now. He's been at the club a lot too, so we've become friends. Our personalities mesh quite well to be honest.

Before I can respond, a large hand reaches over the bar to grab Noel's hair and yanks him a bit closer. I glance next to me and blush when I see Dax. He owns the club, and he's Noel's dom.

"How many times have I told you about being behind the bar?" He practically growls.

Noel's eyes fill with fear, but there's still a hint of amusement in them. He's a brat to say the least. He does what he can just to see how far he can push Dax. "A lot, Master."

"And you still do it."

"Yes, Master."

"Why?"

"Well, you look really sexy when you're pissed." Noel answers, letting a smirk tug at his lips.

"Noted." Dax snaps, before letting Noel go. "You have a minute to get your ass in our room or your punishment doubles."

Noel looks dazed for a second as Dax walks away, but quickly waved goodbye when he snaps out of it. "Oh, this is gonna hurt so good." He comments before chasing after his dom.

I laugh as I watch them go before bringing my drink to my lips to take a sip. I sigh at the taste. It's just Coke.

"Hello, Beautiful. You looked pretty lonely sitting all by yourself."

I turn to face the dom talking to me. He's quite attractive and his body is... wow. His kind approach is what puts me off about him.

"Do I know you, Sir?"

"Not particularly, but I know you." He responds.

"From the other day?"

"Yeah. May I jog your memory?"

I nod slowly, waiting to see what he does. He leans in to press his lips to mine, kissing me gently, instantly reminding me.

"You're the kisser?"

He laughs softly and shrugs. "Yes, but you seem to talk about kissing like Christians talk about satan."

"It's not terrible. It's just not really for me. You aren't either, actually. I mean you're my type I guess. Super hot and all, Sir, but I'm not meant for nice guys."

"Of course you are. Everyone deserves a nice guy."

"Everyone deserves a guy that can be nice, Sir, but I need a guy that can be mean too."

"How so?"

"Well, if I asked you to spit on me and call me a disgusting w***e, would you do it?"

He pauses for a moment before answering with, "Touché. I did want to check on you, though. How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright, Sir. Thanks for asking." I tell him. He smiles at me and orders a drink from the real bartender before giving me a little wave and walking back to the area with his friends.

Nice guys like him are good for subs with praise kinks. Ones like Beau who get off when someone calls them a 'good boy'. It actually only takes about 5 minutes for a free sub to approach him, and even less than that for him to pull the sub onto his lap with a little smile.

"Elliot."

"Hayes."

"Master Hayes to you." He tells me, grabbing my chin to turn my head to face him.

"You shouldn't have said what you did to Teagan."

"He told you?"

"I was there. Are you blind?"

"Keep up with the attitude, and I'll have to put you in your place. Don't push me." He threatens. I know how serious he is. I'm a free sub now which means that if I disrespect a dom, they can punish me for it.

"Sorry sir."

"You're so obedient for me. I wonder how long it would take to get you on your knees." He hums, making me blush and look off to the side. I don't want another relationship right now, and if he keeps provoking me, I may accidentally accept his offer to sign a contract.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm not interested in signing a contract right now."

"I don't want a contract. I want to f**k you." He admits. He's never been the type for subtlety or sugarcoating. He says what he thinks and has no shame.

"Now you're getting somewhere."

"In your pants hopefully."

"Would it kill you to be romantic?"

"You don't like romance." He points out, scooting closer so that he can grab my hair to yank my head back and kiss my neck for a second. He only pulls back enough to kiss my ear next.

"You're a dirty little slut, and I know exactly what you want. You're desperate for a guy who will f**k you so hard that you cry and degrade you in every way possible. That's what gets your d**k hard, and that's what I want to do to you."

When he lets me go, my eyes fall to the ground and my hands clasp in my lap while I shift back and forth in my seat. My erection is getting painful at this point and I honestly want nothing more than to have him make his words a reality.

He stands and grabs me hand to pull me up as well. "Since I'm new I have to run it by Dax. You just be a good little b***h and shut up unless I ask you to speak." He advises.

I don't respond, but I do follow after him. He's not very gentle, but I don't really want him to be. I like that he's mean and rough, and when he's not, he's just my friend. He cares about my well being and gives me good advice.

He has a psychology degree so I find him trying to be my therapist a lot, but he knows what lines not to cross.

He knocks on the door to Dax's office, opening it when he tells us to come in.

"f**k, Dax! Stop telling people to come in!" Noel shouts at him. He's on the couch with a blindfold on, but he can still hear and talk. His legs are tied with rope in a way that keeps them spread and his arms are tied above his head. From the looks of it, there's a vibrator in him and a sounding rod.

The latter makes me wince. I've tried it once, but I don't like pain enough to really enjoy that.

"Shut the f**k up, Noel. What is it, Hayes?"

"I want to f**k Elliot, and for some reason, I have to ask you."

"It's my job to take care of the submissives in my club and make sure that they aren't hurt in any way. If Elliot is alright with it and you go over hard limits and safewords then it's fine. If I hear that you did anything to make him scared or uncomfortable, then you'll be answering to me." Dax answers casually, continuing to fill out his paperwork.

"Great. Your pet's quite adorable. Maybe I could have him when you're done."

"Keep pushing my buttons and you'll be in the same position as him. Now get out."

Hayes laughs softly. It's deeper than his natural voice and incredibly sexy.

Hayes leads me out of the room and down the hall. It's a bit surprising that he already has his own playroom. Some doms wait for moths before getting one, but something makes me think that he and Dax are friends.

"Is your body recharged enough, or would you rather do this some other time?" He asks.

He watched the scene I did, so I can see why he thinks it may have been a lot to handle. Granted, it was, but Teagan has pushed my limits a lot since I became his submissive. I can handle a lot more than I could before.

"Now is good, Sir. I want you." I admit, making him smile as he leads me into his room.

It's simple. The walls are black with white hooks that hang many different things. Some ropes, floggers, paddles, and other things. Hayes isn't really a sadist, but he does like impact play. He doesn't use more painful things like whips or canes. His niche is more centered around b*****e though.

"Strip and kneel. Don't forget I like a show." He tells me, taking a seat on the bed while continuing to stare at me.

I bite my lip to hide my smirk. My friendship with Hayes when we were younger is what sparked my love of dancing. None of my friends here like it as much as me. Fizzle will come without much coaxing, but getting Sawyer or Beau to dance is like pulling teeth.

I turn my back to him and sway my hips slowly, making sure that he's looking at my ass. I glance over my shoulder at him, finally letting my amusement show when I see the way he's reacting. The interested look on his face and tent in his pants do nothing to hide how turned on he is.

I circle my hips slowly, turning in a circle and moving to the imaginary beat in my head. It's easy to let go and be loose around Hayes. He's a bit strict as a dom, but he can have fun too.

Once my back his facing him again, I start to unbutton my shorts before pulling the zipper down. I move my hips provocatively while slipping them off of my hips. Once they fall to the floor, I walk closer to Hayes.

"Where's the money you were supposed to throw at me? I don't strip for free, you know?" I ask.

He smacks my thigh and smirks up at me. "If you were my sub, I'd never let you pay for anything. The cash wouldn't matter then."

"I don't want to depend on a dom for financial stability." I respond simply. He knows why I wouldn't want to put myself in that position again. I don't want to be trapped.

"I know. Go fold your shorts and then come kneel in front of me."

I drop the subject before it kills the mood and obey his orders, folding my shorts before kneeling in front of him, now naked.

"Safewords."

"Eden to slow down and penance to stop, Sir."

"I prefer King." He informs me.

It takes quite a lot to keep myself from laughing. King isn't just the title, but also his last name. Hayes King.

I keep my eyes downcast and wait. Hayes likes the waiting game. It feels like it's been hours already and he hasn't done a thing but stare down at me and breathe.

I don't dare to look up at him or open my mouth to speak. I know that he's more strict during a scene than any other dom I've been with.

"You're being so good for me. I'll give you a gift." He praises. I don't like it. He knows me well enough to know that I don't like the sweet romance kind of relationship.

The thought leaves my mind when he tilts my head up to let me see his sadistic smirk. I like to consider myself a masochist even though I don't like physical pain. It's the mental pain that makes me feel things. I think Hayes likes inflicting mental pain just as much as I like receiving it.

"Open your mouth."

I obey, dropping my jaw and sticking my tongue out slightly. I'm not sure what he's planning, but I'm getting hard already.

He smirks at me and pokes his tongue out slightly while leaning forward. It takes me a second to realize what he's doing, but when I notice the saliva collecting on it, I blush.

Once there's enough. He sticks his tongue out more, letting a string of his saliva drip onto my tongue.

When he pulls back, I go to close my mouth, getting stopped when he shoves three of his fingers in it. "I didn't tell you to close it."

I drop my jaw again, and he pulls his fingers out, standing from the bed before starting to circle me while undoing his pants. "You really are a w***e, you know. The first day I came here, it only took me an hour to hear about your reputation. It's not really a bad thing to be the best cocksucker in the building, but it did make me wonder just how many guys f****d your face."

My face turns even more red, while I shift my hips slightly to make my erection more comfortable. I like the way his voice sounds talking down to me.

When he's standing in front of me again, his pants and underwear are off, leaving me staring at his c**k. Honestly, it makes my mouth water.

"Go ahead. Show me what all the hype is about." He tells me.

I reach one hand up to grab his c**k before wrapping my lips around the tip. I suck gently on it, using my tongue to tease the slit, dipping the tip of it into the hole there before taking in more. I stare up at him, trying to get him to make a better facial expression.

I know I'm good at this. Every guy I've sucked off has told me I'm great at it, but for some reason, Hayes just looks bored.

"Yeah, I don't get it. You're really not that great at it. It's pathetic actually."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. His words manage to make my c**k twitch a bit, but I know it's not true. If there's anything on the planet that I'm good at, it's sucking c***s.

He laughs softly and grabs a handful of my hair yanking my head closer while thrusting his length down my throat. I don't even feel the urge to gag. I used to, but I guess you could say I've had practice.

"Stay still. If you move, I'll be sure to paddle you until your legs go numb."

I stay as still as possible, letting him do whatever he wants with my mouth. For tonight, Hayes is my master, my dom, my owner... my King. My body is his do use as he pleases.

Eventually, tears start streaming down my face, but he doesn't slow down at all. If anything, he speeds up when I start crying.

He makes me deepthroat him again, using his fingers to pinch my nose so that I can't breathe. It doesn't scare me at all. I like breath play actually, but choking is what's on my hard limits. After about 30 seconds, he lets go, letting me suck in a sharp breath. "You're cute when you're choking on my cock."

After a while, he cums down my throat. I've swallowed so much c*m in the past few days that I'm nearly positive that I've got more of that in my stomach than actual food.

He pulls out, letting me go so that I can catch my breath and wipe my tears.

"Now that I've teased you a bit, let's actually start. Are you ready to play, Elliot?"

"Yes, King."