“What?”
“You can take it out,” he said again. “No one here is going to care.”
“Should I be insulted by that?” Even as I asked the question, though, my dick throbbed with interest at the idea of being put on display like that.
“They respect me too much to look at you without my express permission, Owen.” Archie reached down and cradled the side of my face in his hand, brushing a chunk of my hair back behind my ear.
“Because you’re a Dominant,” I murmured.
He nodded, and there was enough permission in his request that I made quick work of my fly and the waistband of my underwear. Getting my cock away from the sticky material had me gasping in immediate pleasure, and I bit down on Archie’s kneecap to quiet myself as to not make a scene.
“No one can hear you and nobody cares,” he assured me. “Nobody cares about your orgasms but me.”
I groaned and fisted my dick, giving a slow pull from root to tip. My erection was still sensitive from the first orgasm and the way my skin stuck and pulled from the drying cum and the clammy sweat on my palm was enough to make me grimace in discomfort. I let my hand fall away with a sigh, knowing I would have to wait it out to come again.
“Why did you stop?” he asked.
“It hurts.”
As if to disprove my point, my dick jerked, a pearl of precum beading on the tip.
“I know,” Archie agreed, jerking his chin toward my hand. “That’s the point.”
“Archie.”
“We can stop,” he offered, leaning down so our faces were only inches apart. “But I don’t think that’s what you want. I think you like to hurt for me, and IknowI like to make you hurt, so I’m not understanding why you’re not touching yourself right now.”
He was right, and I hated him for that, but I didn’t have enough willpower to even entertain the idea of stopping myself from doing what he asked. I made a tighter fist around my cock and pulled up from the base, whimpering as my fingers crested the flared crown.
Even in the dark of the club, I could see the way Archie’s nostrils puffed out, the way his pupils dilated, and the way his own dick tented the soft and rich material of his slacks. He palmed his bulge, adjusting himself before turning his attention back betweenmylegs.
“If it hurts, you can tell me,” he murmured.
“You like when it hurts.”
“Youlike when it hurts,” he parroted back to me. “Now give me another orgasm, Owen. Tell me when you’re close.”
Screwing my eyes closed, I fought against the nerves and the need to stop touching myself. Every sensation was too much sensation, down to the callouses on my palm that rubbed my shaft like sandpaper. Cradling my balls with my other hand, Archie lifted his foot, which I didn’t even realize I’d been sitting on. The toe of his shoe pushed toward my hole, pressed up against my hand and my balls, sending a new flurry of arousal through my body.
I cried out, and he made a pleased sound, nodding for me to continue.
But the longer I touched myself for him, the further away my orgasm felt. I grew frustrated, sweat beading at my temples and tension wrapping itself around my tired wrist.
“I can’t,” I whined, not stopping even though I wanted to.
“Nonsense.”
“Archie, I can’t.”
“You absolutely can, and you very much will,” he said, like it was that simple. That easy. Archie looked away from me then, turning his attention back to Richard and Sam on the cross.
The dismissal infuriated me, but the anger only served to push me toward provingmyselfwrong. Archie wanted me to come again.Iwanted to come again. But more than that, I wanted his undivided attention. How dare he look away when I was right there on my knees for him, erect and swollen cock in my hand.
“Archie,” I rasped his name, the emotions tangling with my physical arousal and building like storm pressure in a thundercloud.
He raised a brow but didn’t look back to me.
I spit on my cock and tightened my grip, stroking faster until I pushed past the point of stopping, past the pain and the resistance. The beginning waves of my orgasm felt like stepping into a meadow after being lost in a forest. It was calm, and beautiful, and awe-inspiring all at the same time.