Club Zombie 1-4

by Z. Allora

  Uli cuddled Cutter and glared at Storm, making him feel like this was his fault. Perhaps the entire fucked-up situation was, but he didn’t need the depth of it highlighted. He lived with the fucked-up-ness that was his life.

  Instead of the surge of jealousy Storm had gotten accustomed to when Uli got close to Cut, his cock lengthened at the sight of the two cuddling. He wanted Cutter kissed, and Uli’s sexy mouth could substitute for his.

  “We’re playing this game.” Alex’s voice cut through the lust flowing around the room. “Uli, drink.”

  Cutter unwrapped his arms and sat upright but slid closer to Uli.

  Uli tipped his glass toward Alex’s to clink them. A small understanding seemed to pass between them before they drank.

  Storm licked his lips and tried not to want to be kissed. It was ridiculous at his age to never have been kissed. But there it was—he’d dipped his dick but not his tongue.

  The birthday boy’s buzz must have resurfaced; he waved a lazy hand in Storm’s general direction. “You neither?”

  “Course not.” All attention fell on Storm. If Cutter hadn’t been kissed, why would he have? He failed to pull a reason out of his ass, so he shrugged.

  Uli snorted. “You need to be kissed.” His voice dropped. “Kiss him, Cutter.”

  “What? No!” Cutter leaned away.

  “I don’t have bad breath!” Storm tried not to let the hurt in.

  “Come on. You haven’t been kissed. He hasn’t been kissed.” Uli nudged Cutter.

  “He doesn’t want me to kiss him.” Bitterness dripped from Cutter’s words.

  Storm wanted Cutter’s kiss more than he’d wanted to fuck him that night. He’d had sex because he desperately wanted the connection with Cutter. He was a selfish prick who needed to make Cutter his even if he couldn’t have him. Storm glanced over to find Alex studying him, and he didn’t miss the flash of understanding wash across Alex’s face.

  “Cutter, I want you to kiss Storm.” Alex’s words brokered no space for refusal.

  What the fuck was that? Was this a command from the almighty supermodel? Who did he think he was? Cutter wasn’t going to do what he said.

  “Yes, Alex.” Cutter exhaled.

  What fucking black magic spell was making Cutter crawl the short distance across the floor? ’Cause damn, Storm had to learn how to cast it! Cut looked sexy on all fours. Storm had seen the heated expression on Cutter’s face once—he’d worn the same expression right before they’d torn each other’s clothes off and given each other something to regret.

  Without pause, Storm leaned away from the table to encourage Cutter to take up the space. Slowly, Cutter slid his socked foot over Storm’s erection, which fought a losing battle with his jeans. God! Not even the tight pinch of material dampened his need.

  After what seemed like an endless tease of shifting and grinding, Cutter settled into a straddle on Storm’s lap. Storm found a comfortable place for his hands on Cutter’s hips. Cut’s low-rise jeans happened to be belted below his waist, which allowed Storm to touch Cutter’s velvety warm skin.

  He inhaled the familiar scent of his shampoo, spearmint gum, Jack Daniels, and Cutter. His cock hardened further, like more than a simple kiss might be offered, but this meeting of lips was far from simple.

  His heart pounded as he tried not to pant, but fuck, this would be their first kiss. Maybe he should stop before he got a taste of something he couldn’t have yet.

  Cut froze and stared at him with wide eyes. The moment went on. Need flooded Storm.

  He should push Cutter away, but fuck! No way. Not in this lifetime.

  Gentle lips touched his mouth, stealing any thoughts of denying himself. Cutter glided his slick lips over Storm’s. Finally, he pressed their mouths together.

  God yes! His heart was filled with everything he’d wanted.

  A bold flick of tongue invited Storm to open up. Cutter skated his hands up Storm’s arms to his shoulders, tugging him closer. Storm helplessly parted his lips and allowed Cutter entrance.

  Cutter teasingly licked and played in Storm’s mouth, making him happy, light-headed, and turned-on. He slid his lips across Cutter’s pliant mouth and snaked a hand up into Cutter’s hair. A light tug secured his head.

  Moaning, Cutter ground down on Storm’s lap.

  Perfect. Storm could—

  A throat clearing dragged Storm back to reality. He would do nothing.

  Cutter jerked his mouth out of kissing distance and stared at him with huge eyes.

  The kiss had lasted forever but ended way too soon. The first time Storm had sex was a tragic memory of fumbling and confusion that he wished he could forget, but his first kiss was the kind that made men fall in love. Their kiss should be framed in gold leaf and hung for all to enjoy. If he hadn’t already been head over heels in love with Cutter, this kiss would have done him in.

  All the complications in his life sat across from him. Staring at Alex and Ulrich made breathing difficult. As much as he hated for Cutter to leave his embrace, he tapped him on the thigh. “Hey, come on. We’re putting on a show.”

  Dreamy eyes flashed heat at him, then filled with sadness. Cutter scrambled out of Storm’s arms like he’d caught on fire. “Oh, sorry.”

  Uli frowned and stared at Cutter’s downcast eyes. “It’s your turn, Storm.” The birthday boy threw pissiness in his general direction, and Storm didn’t even know why.

  “Okay, um. I never….” This was more of a minefield than a game. “I never had jet lag.”

  Uli pouted a bit, then slammed the rest of his drink.

  Alex laughed and said, “You should have seen him. He was up for thirty-six hours and then crashed on and off for three days.”

  Cutter filled everyone’s glass again.

  “Did not.” Uli lips twisted as he fought a smile. He bumped into Alex with his shoulder and surveyed the circle with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I never was spanked.”

  Storm and Alex gulped their drinks down. Maybe the alcohol would wash away painful memories.

  Uli’s mouth dropped open, and he shook his head. “No, I meant the fun kind. My father beat me whenever Kai wasn’t around.” He took a quick sip, then begged, “Shit! Please don’t tell Kai.”

  “We won’t,” Storm assured him. Damn, but this mood needed lightening. “So the fun kind, huh?”

  Cutter wiggled.

  “You’ve never had a spanking? Me either.” Cutter’s frown turned into a cute pout. Where was Storm’s best friend, and who was this man tossing around pheromones like confetti?

  “Do you want one?” Uli asked.

  Cut opened his mouth, but nothing came out, though from Storm’s angle, the expression of pure need and a big-top circus trying to set up their tent in Cutter’s pants was louder than any verbal confirmation.

  “I bet Alex could give you a good one.” Uli might not have been that drunk.

  “What?” Alex choked on the word.

  “It is my birthday.”

  “Right, then shouldn’t you be spanked?” Storm searched for a way to shut this mess down.

  “Tradition at Club Zombie is the birthday boy gets to spank and other men receive.” Uli grinned.

  “Then why are you suggesting I-I do it?” Alex might have been trying to sound reasonable, but the heightened color in his cheeks gave him away. He’d totally be into that shit. Mystery solved! The books were Alex’s.

  “’Cause you’re supposed to….” Uli stared off into space. “It’s you. You’re supposed…. None of what I’m seeing makes sense.” He shook his head.

  “How drunk are you?” Storm asked what everyone else had to be thinking.

  “Drunk enough to want to see Alex spank someone’s ass.” Uli’s quick comeback assured Storm the kid sobered up and wasn’t three sheets to the wind as he’d appeared earlier.

  When no one said anything, the birthday boy sighed. “Fine, another time.”

  Cutter huffed. Was he disappointed? Cutter slammed b
ack his drink. “Your birthday is next week, isn’t it, Alex?”

  Did the liquid courage lubricate Cutter’s tongue?

  11

  Opening the Door to a New Life

  Alex wiped his sweaty hands on his black jeans, gripped the gold knob, and opened the red door. He ignored the sign stating Closed, and tiptoed into the room identified with big gold letters Behind the Red Door. His eyes quickly adjusted to the large, softly illuminated gray room with red curtains, chairs, and padded tables scattered throughout.

  The entire area was empty except for a few zombies taking part in the BDSM educational process. Lafayette and Walker stood off to the side, chatting, each decked out in the standard BDSM uniform of black leather, while their mates went shirtless. A barefoot Beau was in only a pair of loose faded blue jeans, his arms behind his back swallowed up in a leather arm restraint, and Raven wore only a silver dragon chastity device wrapped around his erection.

  Alex refused to let the shock show on his face as he strode with purpose to where the two Masters beckoned him. Lafayette called out, “Come in, Alex.”

  He’d no clue how to respond even though he’d studied the books Lafayette recommended he read. All the information merged and seemed to be swimming to the surface of his brain.

  Some of the books suggested he should only speak to the Masters, but not greeting their submissives seemed wrong. He’d known Raven and Beau too long, and not to acknowledge them felt odd. He decided on a basic “Hi.”

  Geez, if the proper greeting took so much thought, would he be up to the challenge of being a good Dom or Master? An image of Cutter flashed through his mind. There wasn’t a choice. He’d get it right.

  Beau tossed his head so his hair flew over his shoulder. “Welcome to BDSM 101, the practical version.” The cheerful note in Beau’s voice seemed incongruent with his arms being laced behind his back in a leather elbow wrap.

  Raven’s lips twitched, though he remained on his knees, head down, while other parts were very much up.

  Lafayette spoke. “As you can see, each mate will require something different. You’ll have to assist your mates in discovering what they need.” The man stepped over to his lover and arranged Beau’s hair.

  “Thank you, Master,” Beau murmured.

  “You know the basics, but how you give them what they must have is just as important,” Walker added.

  Beau chimed in, “Though their requirements can always change based on external factors such as stress, interactions with others, or a variety of other things. Keep in mind the sub may crave something one day and possibly a completely different thing the next.”

  Walker added, “Or the same thing consistently.”

  Lafayette caressed Beau’s cheek. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but no one owes a Master or Dom anything. The submissive grants the gift of power exchange. It’s not required of him.”

  Alex nodded, recalling that sentiment echoed again and again through what he’d been studying. “Respect needs to be earned. Trust needs to be fostered.”

  He surveyed the area. The smaller rooms off the main playroom were dark. He eyed the cabinets along the walls and knew the kinds of toys they held. Lafayette and Walker had drilled him until he was comfortable using each one as if he were born to it.

  Walker cleared his throat, bringing Alex’s attention back to him. “Raven has agreed to let me share some rather personal information to help demonstrate how vastly different desires can be.”

  “I appreciate his willingness and yours to teach me how to meet the needs of my mates.” Alex tried to keep his face neutral and give off a schooled calm he wasn’t experiencing.

  “Many subs need floggers, paddles, and crops to get to subspace.”

  “Purrrrrr.” Beau batted his eyelashes at Lafayette.

  “Behave,” Lafayette ruffled Beau’s hair and chuckled.

  Beau dropped his head and stared at the floor. His attempt at portraying a well-behaved sub failed due to his gleeful smirk.

  Walker ran a hand over his sub’s shoulders and prowled around him. “I’ve never used any device on him save the one you see wrapped around his erection.” Raven’s penis throbbed and a bit of fluid escaped the slit, making the dragon chastity device appear to drool. “Each sub travels a different path to subspace.”

  Subspace, the blessed nirvana most submissives craved. Alex had experimented with the feel of each implement, but he’d never attempted to get anyone there. “What’s that like?”

  “Heaven.” Beau exhaled.

  “May I, Master?” Raven asked softly.

  “Yes, my pet. As always, please share your thoughts freely.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Raven leaned into Walker’s palm when it cupped his cheek for a moment. “To me, subspace is a place of absolute freedom, but I’m totally connected to my Master, so I’m completely safe.”

  Beau nodded. “Exactly. I’m out of my body, watching Lafayette tend to me.” He batted his eyelashes at his mate and added, “And he attends to me in delicious ways.”

  Lafayette clarified, “My mate craves harsh tending at times. Paddles, crops, and floggers are common in our play. He has to know I’m willing to do whatever it takes to give him what he needs—boundaries, attention, and care.”

  Alex’s past would always make impact play a little tricky. But with Lafayette and Walker’s assistance he learned to focus on his partners needs and not to let his own memories interfere. He hoped to navigate the uncertain waters.

  “And the orgasm afterward is heavenly.” Beau leaned in for a kiss as Lafayette checked his bondage.

  Raven cocked his head to examine Beau for the briefest of seconds. “Not orgasming is what some of us require to maintain a euphoric state… at times.”

  Alex shuddered at the thought and hoped none of his mates required anything so severe. He’d had enough of his self-imposed denial—though teasing, edging, and delay was another matter.

  Walker noticed his reaction. The man seemed to miss nothing. “Not to worry. When he does get release—”

  “Totally worth it,” Raven groaned.

  “But don’t you have to have…?” Alex was confused. Walker needed Raven’s male essence to survive, didn’t he?

  Walker imparted his wisdom. “There are ways to take seed without the pleasure.”

  Raven moaned. Beau frowned. Lafayette chuckled.

  Alex blushed. “Right, prostate milking.”

  Again, another thing he hoped his mates didn’t require. The procedure stole the ejaculate without giving an orgasm. Or there were ways of ruining the orgasm to maintain the level of sexual arousal with minimal release. He wanted to build and control the sexual frenzy his mates required until he gave them a glorious full release. Their ecstasy would feed his dominance and reinforce him.

  “Restraints are coming off.” Lafayette slowly unlaced the bindings that secured Beau’s arms. Beau kept his arms together even as the leather loosened around them. When the lace snapped free of the last eyelet Lafayette said, “You may release your arms.”

  Lafayette guided Beau’s arms forward.

  “Mmmm, I liked that.” Beau murmured as Lafayette rubbed the circulation back into the freed appendages and checked both of Beau’s arms.

  “Shall we do a light session?” Lafayette directed his question at the other Master, but Beau purred his eagerness, making everyone smile.

  “Raven, are you bothered by an audience?” Walker asked.

  “As you wish, Master,” Raven whispered through the long black hair covering his face.

  “On the bench, Raven, my sweet pet.” Walker stroked a hand down his mate’s back before Raven sauntered across the room to do as instructed.

  Lafayette’s stern expression, together with his hands on his hips, would put terror in the hearts of those who saw him. His mate began rubbing himself on Lafayette’s leather-covered thigh. “We’ll try out the new rings.”

  “Oh, yes!” Beau exclaimed and started clapping. “I
ordered the restraints, but no one, meaning you, has used them on anyone, meaning me.”

  Lafayette pressed his lips together, suppressing a smile. “Please go to the wall, Beau.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Beau chirped. He just about skipped over to the wall, where the leather cuffs dangled attached to iron rings bolted to the wall.

  Chuckling, Lafayette turned to Alex. In a lowered voice he said, “One of the most important things to remember is to always be in control of yourself so your mate or mates can remain unencumbered. They should be reassured you’ll watch out for the tigers and bad things in the world so they can be free.”

  “Control.” Alex repeated the word.

  He’d always had control in varying degrees. Though his therapist might disagree, even growing up he made the choice to submit to his mother’s abuse. Some people fought to the death, but he accepted her punishments because he believed she would eventually love him for it. Having some distance and time to process his past in therapy and on his own, he realized she was incapable of love. It was as simple and complex as that.

  He asked, “How do I get and keep control in a scene?”

  “You get control by educating yourself. Information is power. Knowledge will help you remain calm as you explore this realm and figure out what your mates need. Beau has yet to use the rings, but both Walker and I practiced with them.” Lafayette chuckled. “Could be why when you inverted the practice doll the head came off.”

  Lafayette stared at him for a moment, then added, “Always remember we’re making choices. Even inaction is a choice.”

  Pulling a blindfold out of his pocket, Lafayette stalked across the room to his mate. “Variation is good with ones who seek to top from the bottom.” He shook out the cloth, letting its distinctive snap shock Beau. He slipped the fabric over his mate’s eyes as he whispered something for Beau’s ears only.

  “Yes, Master.” Beau sighed and stopped his restless shifting.

  Lafayette caressed Beau’s ass through the fabric of his jeans, then yanked them down.

  Beau stepped out of his pants and raised his hands so Lafayette could lock him into the shackles of leather. He groaned, “Fayette.”