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  He lifted Damien’s shaft, rinsing some of the soap from it in the spray before pressing his tongue against the head and rolling it over the tip. It was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. But it wasn’t how things were supposed to roll.

  “Tonight’s supposed to be about you, not me,” he grated out.

  “Good, because this is what I want,” Lucas said before running his tongue along Damien’s length. When he drew his head back to the tip, he engulfed it and drew it in deep.

  The air was knocked from Damien’s lungs as the man swallowed him over and over. The warm water trailed over his stiff muscles while the man sucked the stiffest of all. He braced himself, putting both hands out beside him to hold on as Lucas greedily sucked him down. Eyes closing, his body swung with every sucking pull.

  Lucas drew Damien’s cock from his mouth. “Open your eyes. You look at me when I suck your cock.”

  Damien’s eyes flipped open, and he stared down at man at his feet. A smile played over his lips, but he held it back, unsure his lover would appreciate his humor. Lucas’ demand fired his blood and when he locked stares with Lucas, the humor evaporated. Damien was the one used to giving orders, but seeing his skittish colt make the demand, it was exciting.

  Lucas devoured his shaft, sucking him in varying strokes of his tongue and mouth. Gone was the shy man, unable to voice his want. Lucas was taking what he wanted, and it drove Damien’s need all the higher for it.

  Damien pulled his hard shaft from Lucas’ mouth. Now it was time for Damien to have what he wanted. There was much too much play for them to have for him to come so quickly. He dragged Lucas to his feet and kissed the man with all the desire he felt. After turning off the spray, he drew Lucas from the shower, uncaring of their wet bodies. Still kissing, he pushed Lucas toward the bed, unmade and still covered.

  He pushed Lucas to the surface of the mattress before reaching into his luggage for two of his ties. The light from the bathroom flooded the bedroom and lit the mattress Lucas lay upon. Good thing, too, as Damien had no other light. When he climbed onto the bed, Lucas’ eyes grew larger.

  “What do you plan to do with those?”

  “Keep you where I want you,” Damien stated briskly as he grabbed one of Lucas’ wrists.

  Lucas tugged at Damien’s hold, but Damien was too strong for him. The man was only half-hearted trying, at best, but it was enough to make the tying more fun. He made quick work of tying the hand to the bedpost before tackling the other. Lucas writhed under him, only making Damien more excited. He soon had Lucas bound to the bed so he could wreak the havoc he had planned from the beginning.

  Lucas’ lips almost quirked into a smile as he stared up at Damien. “And now what do you plan to do?”

  Damien stared down at the bed, seeing his lover bound and ready for him. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He stepped away from the bed, without answering, and grabbed a few items from his luggage. Once he tossed them to the bed, he climbed back on.

  “You could’ve made the bed,” Lucas chided.

  “Considering what I’ve got planned for you, a little protection for the bed isn’t a bad idea,” Damien said, feeling wolfish. A wide smile stretched his cheeks and he knelt between Lucas’ legs.

  “And that is?” Lucas asked, a little of his past timidity returning in his voice.

  “Show and tell. I’ve got to show you first. Then you can tell me if you like it.”

  Lucas stiffened as Damien began to lay little nipping bites along Lucas’ legs, moving his way up slowly to the hard cock Damien had been waiting to explore. When he stopped inches from the base, he rose to his elbows and gripped the thick shaft. He ran his tongue lightly over the soft surface, reveling in Lucas’ heat.

  His lover bowed under him at the touch. Damien continued his torture, licking and nibbling here and there along Lucas’ cock and balls, watching to see what the man loved the most. He ran his hands all over Lucas, exploring every inch, caressing every line, until he knew the man most intimately. When he was done with his inspection, he drew the tip between his lips and suckled Lucas, enough to draw a moan from the man.

  “You’ll be the death of me,” Lucas said, his voice raw. “What are you waiting for?”

  Damien sucked as much of Lucas’ cock into his mouth as he could, drawing it deep. Lucas moaned under him, pumping his hips up to meet the thrusts of Damien’s mouth. He felt the need spiraling within Lucas, the man’s movements becoming frenzied, and knew that he needed to slow things down. He removed his mouth from Lucas and rose on his elbows.

  “No! Please! I was so close,” Lucas cried.

  “I’ll get you back there,” Damien said as he lifted Lucas’ legs and bared the man’s ass.

  He put those legs on his shoulders, spreading Lucas’ ass apart. Leaning in, he ran the tip of his tongue along the sensitive skin under the balls, and trailed it down along the rim of Lucas’ ass. Lucas stiffened and moaned at the touch.

  Damien lifted his head and watched as Lucas squirmed, pulling on the silk ties bound around his wrists. Seeing his lover in such a state excited him, but there was still far to go. He lowered back to Lucas’ ass and laved along the puckered flesh, licking the sensitive skin there. Lucas groaned, bearing down on Damien’s tongue.

  Lucas cried out when Damien pressed one finger against the tight band of nerves. The man was tight, very tight, and would need preparation. Damien rose to his knees and grabbed the bottle of lube from the items he’d tossed on the bed before he wet Lucas’ anus and his fore and middle fingers.

  “Have you ever been fucked?” Damien asked.

  Lucas was quiet for a moment. “I have.”

  “How long since your last lover?”

  Lucas didn’t answer for a few heartbeats. “A long time.”

  Damien both loved and hated that answer. He liked that no one had recently taken his lover, yet he also didn’t want to hurt Lucas with his rough play. He’d have to ease Lucas open for him. He forced Lucas’ legs up and apart and ran a single hand over the rounded flesh he’d spanked the night before.

  It was harder to see in the low light from the bathroom, but Damien could still see the flesh was pink and likely still sore. He ran his hand over Lucas’ bottom, earning him a hiss.

  “Do you hurt?”

  “No, I’m just sore,” Lucas answered.

  Damien lowered his head to kiss the abraded flesh and then rose back to his knees. “You’ll be sorer in the future. Best get prepared for that.”

  “Who said anything about a future?”

  Damien stared down at Lucas. “Tonight is only the beginning and you full well know it.”

  Lucas opened his mouth, as if he planned to argue the point, but nothing came out.

  “The next time I spank you, it’ll be with a leather crop. It’ll sting much better than my hand ever could.”

  Lucas moaned and squirmed some on the plastic sheet.

  “Do you like the sound of that? Me spanking you again?”

  “With a crop,” Lucas added. “Yes.”

  “Do you like to be spanked, Lucas?”

  “I do,” he answered quickly.

  “What else do you like?” Damien asked as he trailed his fingers over the pink flesh.

  “Anything, as long as it means you’re touching me.”

  Damien’s fingers stopped, and he looked up at Lucas. “That keeps the door open for a lot of things, Lucas. You should be careful what you tell me I can do to you.”

  Lucas closed his eyes and swallowed with difficulty. He took a deep breath and let it out shakily. “I know what I’ve said.”

  It was Damien’s turn to close his eyes and fight for control. When he reopened them, Lucas was staring at him, hard. “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “You say you like things… rough. I want rough.” Lucas’ cock had already begun to come back to life and now stood erect, jutting before him, almost a punctuation to his statement.

  “We can’t do rough t
oo quickly. I won’t hurt you, no more than you need, Lucas. Tonight will have to be slower, easier, to allow you to get used to me inside you.”

  “And then the next time?”

  Damien shuddered ever so slightly. Lucas’ acceptance there would most definitely be a next time was like music to his ears.

  “Next time, I can be rougher with you. Bind your arms properly. Maybe even tie you to a paddle bench and make you beg for my mercy.”

  Lucas moaned. “I want that,” he nearly whispered. “I want you to master me.”

  Damien had planned as much. But not tonight. Tonight, he’d have to control himself. Luckily he was exhausted from the day’s work, and that would help him hold back. Adding more lube, he inserted a single finger into Lucas’ ass. Lucas moaned, squirming on the plastic sheeting.

  “Are you alright?” Damien asked.

  “Yes,” Lucas hissed.

  Damien pumped his finger in and out slowly, until Lucas relaxed around him. He then added his middle finger to the first and did the same, finger-fucking the man until the unease passed. When Lucas was bearing down on his fingers, he returned to sucking the man’s cock while he pumped his hand in and out of his ass.

  Lucas’ body grew taut once more, his back arching. “Oh God, Damien. I’m coming!”

  Damien suckled harder, coaxing Lucas to release. A cry tore from Lucas’ lips and he came, his heated seed shooting to the back of Damien’s throat. Damien drank the man down, the salty-sweet taste making him moan with delight. He sucked Lucas until the man slowed, his body coming down off the high, and he finally released his softening cock.

  “I tried to hold off,” Lucas said. “Your fingers and mouth just felt too good.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed my touch.” Damien’s fingers were still inside Lucas. “I want to fuck you,” he stated baldly, flexing his fingers and adding a third. “I want to fuck you here. Do you want me inside you?”

  Lucas nodded.

  “Tell me what you want, Lucas.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” Lucas said, looking down his body at Damien. “I want you in my ass.”

  Damien withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom he’d left on the mattress. He quickly rolled it down his length, watching the excitement still in Lucas’ stare.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” Lucas whispered.

  Damien paused, cock in hand. He smiled. “You did say I was easy on the eyes.”

  “That was an understatement of all understatements,” Lucas said.

  Damien pressed between Lucas’ thighs and moved the head of his cock to the man’s anus. He lifted Lucas’ ankles to his shoulders and stared down at his lover. “You’re the gorgeous one.” He slid the head of his cock against Lucas’ ass and pressed just inside. “You’re sexy as hell, and right now, you’re mine.”

  Damien surged deeper a few inches, pausing when he saw Lucas cringe. He leaned forward and kissed away the pain, and when Lucas relaxed, he worked himself deeper, inch by inch. Before long, he was imbedded inside his lover, engulfed in the man’s heat. He stopped and gave Lucas a moment to grow accustomed to his size.

  When Lucas began to writhe under him, he took that as his cue to move. He slid out a few inches and slid back home, and it took his breath away. Tight wasn’t a word to describe what he felt completely. He felt…

  Like he fit.

  Lucas’ body wrapped around him so fully, he felt as if he fit perfectly inside the man. It was more than just a physical connection. He looked down into Lucas’ eyes and saw the truth. He’d found home.

  They barely knew one another, but Damien sensed Lucas was his. He’d never felt that sensation with anyone else, but it was the same bone-deep feeling he’d had the first moment he’d looked at Lucas at the wedding. Damien had needed to be close to this man, to know him better than anyone else knew him.

  He’d recognized something in Lucas’ stare that night, and now he knew why. Lucas was his submissive half, the surrender to his aggression.

  Now was a time to know passion. The rest could come in time. Damien drove into Lucas, seeking absolution… seeking solace in his skittish submissive. Once Lucas relaxed under him, he drove harder, careful to watch for signs he was too much. He thrust deep and hard into his male, feeding the demons within.

  Damien could be a patient man. If the prize was worth his patience.

  Lucas was worth it all.

  He looked down at the gorgeous man as he quickened his pace. Bound to the bed as he took Damien’s thrusts, Lucas was beautiful. Already Damien envisioned his lover bound in leather, cuffed and collared, and taking the rough play Damien truly enjoyed. He felt his body stiffen and he quickened his pace.

  With a cry, he came, erupting deep. He quickly filled the condom as he shot load after load inside Lucas. He finally slowed, still imbedded deep inside his lover. Damien leaned over and kissed Lucas, bone-weary with fatigue. He withdrew from Lucas’ body, though he never wanted to leave, and slid to the man’s side, lying against him.

  “You gonna untie me?” Lucas whispered after a moment.

  “Nope. You’ll have to stay here forever,” Damien said, sleepily. After a moment, he kissed Lucas’ cheek and unraveled one of Lucas’ hands.

  Lucas unbound the other on his own and then nestled against Damien.

  Never before had Damien felt so content. His lids began to lower, sleep trying to claim him. They popped open as a thought hit him.

  “How long has it been for you?”

  “A year or two.”

  A year? Or two? Damien couldn’t even imagine. He’d had sex infrequently when he’d been hiding his sexuality from his family, but he’d never gone that long without some kind of human interaction. “Lack of desire or just too damned shy?”

  “Too damned shy,” Lucas answered. “When I like someone, I struggle to get the nerve up to speak to them.”

  “Is that why I made you so nervous?” Damien asked with a smile.

  Lucas grinned slightly. “Something like that. I couldn’t even come meet you the first time I was supposed to.”

  Damien paused, frowning. “The first time? When you were supposed to?”

  “Golden asked me to come meet you… at the bachelor party. I took one look at you and turned around and walked out.”

  “Oh, that’s great for my self-esteem,” Damien said with a chuckle.

  “It wasn’t like that,” Lucas said. “One look at you and I felt my knees get weak. I knew there was no way my mouth was going to work right if I couldn’t even get my legs to.”

  “Do I still make you nervous?”

  Lucas smiled. “A little. But in a very good way.”

  “In time… you’ll relax more. Once I prove to you I won’t bite.”

  Lucas pressed his lips against Damien’s for a too-brief kiss. “Not too hard, at least.”

  Damien kissed Lucas again, harder this time. Suddenly he lifted his head away.

  “Wait. Golden wanted you to meet me?”

  “Yeah. He said he had some old friend who he wanted me to meet. I’m not one for being set-up, but it’s hard to tell Golden no.”

  “So you’re the one.” Damien grinned. Maybe Golden had gotten better at his matchmaking after all.

  “Golden told you about me?”

  “He only said he had someone he wanted me to meet. I refused him and told him to back off. I’ve been on the receiving end of his crappy matchmaking jobs before and wasn’t ready for another round.”

  “Yet here we are,” Lucas said.

  “Here we are,” Damien parroted. “And I think I like here a lot.”

  “Me, too,” Lucas murmured. “You do know that me coming to show you the house was a set-up, right?”

  Damien lifted his head. “It was?”

  “I didn’t know it at the time, but Golden and Chance were co-conspirators. Chance faked the emergency and sent me on purpose.”

  Damien chuckled. “Remind me to thank them.” Damien kissed Lucas thoroughly, feeling his
body already start to respond a little. He pulled back. “I need to feed you.”

  “You’re exhausted. You need sleep. Maybe I should go and let you rest?”

  Damien drew Lucas closer. “I have a better idea. My infamous take-out ordering skills and the champagne I bought for us to celebrate. I’m sure there’s a Chinese place close that delivers?”

  “There is,” Lucas said with a smile.

  “I even bought a sofa today. We have someplace other than the bed to sit. And then after that, we can sleep together.”

  “Didn’t we just do that?”

  “Yes,” Damien said. “But I meant sleep, not sex. After the day I’ve had, I doubt I have much more in me tonight.”

  “Did you buy any sheets?” Lucas asked, irritation in his voice.

  “Considering what we just did, I’m glad I was too tired to put them on because they’d be ruined now.”

  “Probably so.”

  Damien kissed Lucas’ firm lips, the man’s light stubble grazing his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

  “Better than okay.”

  “Good.”

  Damien rose to his feet and pulled off the condom. After a quick disposal, he pulled on a pair of sweats and tossed another pair to Lucas. “Let’s go eat.”

  He grabbed Lucas’ hand and led the man to his empty downstairs.

  Chapter Ten

  Two months later…

  “Yes, sir. Please can I have another?” Lucas cried as the pain from the strike blossomed into incredible pleasure. The feeling of the crop on his flesh was glorious, a pleasure he’d never have known if not for his master. He knelt, bound to the paddling bench, his hands and feet cuffed in thick leather, just like the collar around his neck.

  Sweat beaded all over his body. The workout he was getting pushed him to his limits and then some. His cock was hard, swaying between his spread thighs.

  Damien ran his hand down Lucas’ flank, over the spot he’d just struck. He lowered his head and kissed the tender spot, drawing a hiss from Lucas’ mouth. “Your ass is already bright red and marked from my crop,” Damien said, pride rumbling in his deep voice. “I think we’ve gone far enough, slave.”