quivering underneath him.
God, yes, he’d been born for this. To be a master. To give and receive pleasure. Immersed in a world with strict rules where the masters ruled and the subs knew how to serve them, and were made safe in that knowledge, in their masters’ care.
The sensation of Shawn’s channel gripping his dick was electric. “Ahh, yes. You’re so tight, so good.”
He stroked faster, losing himself in the rhythm of fucking the boy harder and harder, in the slap of flesh. Wicked. His balls drew up, signaling his impending orgasm. He reached around the sub and ripped the strip of leather from his cock. “Come for me.”
Blaze wrapped his fingers around the sub’s cock and stroked in time to his thrusts. In seconds, the younger man stiffened. Heat flooded over Blaze’s hand as the boy cried out, which was all it took to send Blaze over the edge.
“Fuck, yes!” He buried himself deep and pumped his load into the sub’s ass, spasmed until they were both melted and limp.
After a moment, he eased from Shawn and disposed of the condom. Shawn, he noted, hung in his restraints, exhausted and apparently sated. Blaze pulled on his own clothing before releasing his wrists and ankles.
When Shawn was free, Blaze turned him around and brushed a kiss over his lips, careful of the wound. “Well done.”
“Thank you, sir,” the boy said breathlessly, profuse in his gratitude. “That was incredible, as always.”
“Before you leave, you will tell me who hit you.” His tone brooked no argument.
The boy touched his split lip and his gaze saddened, dropped to the floor. “M-master Vincent. Forgive me for saying so, but he’s a m-mean sack of shit, sir.”
He tilted the boy’s face up. “The bastard won’t bother you in the future — you have my word.” Before he and Emma left, he’d speak with the manager, who was also a good friend. Vincent wouldn’t darken the doors at this club again.
“Okay.” Relief flooded his sweet face. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome. You may get dressed and go when you’re ready.”
Shawn pulled on his clothing quickly. Giving Blaze one last grin and a wave, he slipped out the door. It shut and automatically locked behind him, leaving Blaze alone with a silent, watchful sub. He approached her, taking in how she was perched on the edge of the wooden chair, hands folded in her lap. Her regard was warm with some emotion he couldn’t name.
“What are you thinking?”
She tilted her head as though studying something interesting. “You beat that boy and he
“‘Beat’ is a strong word. What I administered was a light flogging or whipping. By tomorrow the red will fade, and you wouldn’t even be able to tell we had a session.”
“You dominated him, and yet you were… gentle with him. Caring.” The wonder in her voice made him smile.
“I told you I care for my subs. I like them as people, and Shawn is a fantastic person who deserves a good master and lover who’ll take him on permanently.”
“You have great chemistry together, and he’s beautiful,” she said. “Why haven’t you snatched him up?”
“I might have, except my heart was already spoken for,” he said softly.
Her blue eyes filled with sudden tears. “Oh, Blaze. I lo—”
“No. Not here, like this. And not until you’re absolutely sure.”
Nodding, she looked away, and he ignored the pang in his heart that she’d been about to give voice to words she wasn’t certain she really meant. Almost as though they were expected in return for what he’d said.
“Stand up and spread your feet apart,” he ordered. When hurt or confused, he reverted to his best defense — being a Dom. When she stood in front of him, he knelt before her and ran his palms down her thighs. “Do you want my mouth, baby?”
Slender fingers tangled in his hair. “Please, sir.”
Needing no further encouragement, he nuzzled her pale curls, parted the slick folds. Angling his head, he tasted her essence, laving the slit. Then he delved inside, tongue-fucking her slowly, seducing her with his mouth. She groaned, clutching his hair in her fist and grinding into his face, trying to pull him deeper. He obliged, working her with lips and tongue. Stroking until she panted and writhed above him.
He had her on the cusp now, ready to fly, and he’d be the one to give her wings. Taking her in an open kiss, he sucked her clit, ate her without mercy. She was close, so close, muscles tensing.
She screamed his name, and he liked the rush it gave him, knowing he’d done this. Had pleasured her into losing control. In this case, he could forgive her slip.
He drank her honey, all she had to give. When the spasms died, he released her and stood. “Taste yourself.”
She leaned into his kiss, opened for him. Accepted their mingled flavors with a needy sound, breasts grazing his chest. Damn, he was a lucky man. He broke the kiss and smiled.
“Give you some time and a little more experience, and Shawn won’t hold a candle to you in the area of responsiveness.”
A blush heated her cheeks. “I don’t know about that, but thanks.”
“See, that’s what I mean — you just need confidence.” With his next words he marked her reaction. “Tell me — did you enjoy watching me dominate him? Take him and make his body sing?”
“Yes, very much,” she said in a husky voice. “It was one of the most visually stunning and wholly arousing things I’ve ever seen. The two of you were extremely hot together. I’ll admit it’s a female fantasy come true, and I wouldn’t mind your doing it again.”
His ego stretched and preened. “I’m glad you think so. I always want you to be happy with whatever we do in the bedroom, or out.”
“But if he’d been some woman…” She bit her lip.
“You wouldn’t have gotten into seeing me fuck another female,” he finished for her. “Is that right?”
Hesitating only a moment, she went on. “I don’t think I could handle that, Blaze — sir.”
He wasn’t surprised. “I anticipated as much, which is why I used Shawn for tonight’s demonstration.”
“Are you saying you won’t even touch another female?” she asked quietly.
“Is that what you want?”
“I want you to be satisfied.”
“I want the same,” he said, taking her hand. “Here’s my rule, one that isn’t in your contract: nobody fucks you except me. As many subs as I’ve shared with other masters, the thought of Ryan or anyone else actually fucking you makes me homicidal. Any other sharing is acceptable, but not that. Are you good with this so far?”
“Yes, more than,” she replied. “I don’t want anyone but you to have that right. But in return, I’d like that same exclusiveness as pertains to women. Playing is one thing. But your cock is mine.”
Blaze grinned, delighted at her fierce possessiveness. “Agreed. Even when we’re undercover, I’ll stick to that rule. But that’s for women. What about men? No problem with them?”
“None. Heck, I’d like to help you do Shawn myself.” She waggled her brows.
“That, darlin’, can be arranged. What do you say we get you dressed so I can take you home and love on you some more?”
“Sounds like a wonderful plan.”
After she was once again decked out in her eye-popping outfit, he let them out of the playroom, and they started down the long hallway toward the club proper. They’d taken only a few steps, however, when the muffled noises of a struggle reached his ears.
“Do you hear that?” he asked, tugging Emma to a stop.
“What — yeah, I do.”
They paused, listening. A deep voice came from the shadows at the far end, away from the club near the restrooms, harsh and dangerous. Another thump echoed down the corridor, followed by a frightened cry of “Stop! Please!”
“Shit,” he muttered. “Gotta check this out. Emma, go find the manager, Adam, and the bouncers. Hurry.”
