An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(5)
Not now. Can’t think about that now.
He pulled himself back to the present as Leo talked to the crowd. He couldn’t help but notice the way Alex looked at Leo, as if he could do no wrong. Rob knew better, though. It had only been five years since Alex and Leo had got together, but there was one thing Rob was certain about. Eventually Leo would cast Alex aside and go looking for someone younger to act out his deviancy upon. Then Alex would come home, tail between his legs, begging to be part of the family again. Rob couldn’t wait for that day, because even though he no longer lived with his parents, he knew their mother would ride Alex hard and keep him on a short leash.
I fucking hate him. If he hadn’t left when he did, he’d have been there for me when I needed to talk. If he’d been normal, maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess. If Alex hadn’t fallen in love….
If. If. If.
All such thoughts fled his mind when Leo instructed Alex to drop his trousers.
When the first swat landed with a loud crack, Rob wanted to rush the stage and drag Alex away, but his legs wouldn’t move. He stood there, rooted to the spot, while Leo spanked Alex, the softest noises pouring from Alex’s lips. Rob was transfixed, waiting for it to finish. When Leo stopped, Rob wanted to heave a loud sigh of relief. Only Leo had other ideas, apparently. He pulled down Alex’s brief’s, revealing his rosy arse, and the spanking continued.
Rob gasped. He hadn’t seen his brother naked since that last time he’d barged into Alex’s room, but there he stood, in full sight of everyone, cock hard as he bent over Leo’s knees. He shouldn’t be doing this in public! When Leo was done, Rob took a moment to breathe, aware of how he’d tensed his muscles. But the show wasn’t over. Although Rob had thought things couldn’t get much worse than a very public spanking, he was proved wrong when Alex dropped to his knees, pulled Leo’s cock from his trousers, and began to fucking blow him in front of their audience.
Rob couldn’t take another second in this place. He turned and fled, telling himself he was never coming back.
The irony wasn’t lost on him, however.
I said that last time, didn’t I? And yet here I am again. Why?
Rob knew the answer. Because it made him feel strong. Powerful. To see these… deviants, strutting around like they were real men, to know that no matter what else, Rob was better than they were. Better than his brother, not that such a feat was difficult.
Fuck. He still couldn’t get the vision of Alex from his mind. He’d left Manchester to come here because he didn’t want word to get back to Alex that he’d been seen frequenting a BDSM club. He knew why he’d gone there the first time. He’d wanted to see what Alex saw in such a place, see what drove him to embrace this… weirdness.
Then he turns up on the stage. What was the fucking chance that Alex would come here? Why the fuck couldn’t he stay in Manchester? This was Rob’s place, his escape, his….
He inhaled deeply. Stop thinking like that. You don’t fucking belong here. You’re not like them.
Without a backward glance, Rob walked away from the club in search of a taxi. He had to put some distance between himself and the club.
VIC PRENTISS stepped into his hall and dropped his suitcase by the door. God, it seems like forever since I’ve been home. It had only been two months since he’d left to do a job in Greater Manchester, where the company he worked for had been hired to do a full regeneration of St. Peter’s Square. Vic had overseen the project. Not that he minded being away so long. He loved getting out of the office and back to his roots. Six years ago, he’d been the one doing the heavy lifting, helping to beautify the whole of England, on time and under budget. This one hadn’t been that much of a headache, and he’d had a few laughs. One of his old mates had been overseeing the job, and they’d had some downtime to go out for a few drinks. He hadn’t seen Rick in quite a while, and it was nice to catch up. The man was handsome enough, but he and Vic batted for different teams, and also had a different outlook on life when it came to who was in charge. It had been good to see him again, but it was better to be home.
Vic smiled to himself. Thank God for ruby slippers—or in his case, the lure of his former BDSM club reopening. It had been way too long since Whispers had closed its doors for renovation, and the last time he’d spoken with Wayne, he’d heard they were set to reopen.
A thick stack of mail awaited him on the hall table, and he sent a silent thank-you to Sam and Aaron for picking it up for him while he was away. His smile widened. I can’t wait to see their faces when I give them their gift. He’d spotted it in a local art gallery one weekend, close to where he’d been working, and it had spoken to him so strongly of his friends that he hadn’t been able to resist.
That would have to wait, however. The pile of mail was yelling at him. He picked it up and thumbed through the envelopes and flyers, wanting to see if anything important had come up that required his immediate attention. When he saw the envelope with Secrets emblazoned on it, it took him all of two seconds to realize he’d missed the opening of the club. Damn it. He’d wanted to see what the new place looked like, not to mention he missed out on the opportunity to see the other members. He wondered if the new owners would be able to revitalize the place and make it what it once was. He’d hate to see it close, because there were only a few quality establishments in London—at least as far as Vic was concerned—and it would be a great loss to the community if the club he’d joined all those years ago disappeared altogether.