Trusting Him

by L. M. Somerton

  “You can put the car away, Rayne. Fergus, I think you should go to your room and rest. I’ll let everyone know that you’re okay.”

  “Thank you for taking me to the hospital, Mr. Redding. I’m glad there wasn’t any need for more than two stitches. My face is starting to come back to life now. It’s sore, but not too bad.”

  “The nurse said it was a nice straight wound and that it shouldn’t scar—but no whipping demonstrations until you’re healed, okay? You should take some painkillers too.”

  “But I enjoy it, Mr. Redding. The heat and the ache…” Fergus gave a little shiver. “So good.”

  “There speaks a true pain slut.” Luke sighed. “I’ll see if someone’s free to help you salve your back. No arguing, you need to take care of yourself whether you like the pain or not. Remember—don’t get that dressing wet tonight.”

  Fergus nodded. Once he had disappeared toward the staff wing, Luke went into his office and took a few deep breaths. His patience had been tested to the limit by the congested waiting room, screaming toddlers and assorted drunks queueing for treatment at the hospital. The liquid that came out of the vending machine, which had the front to call itself coffee, had been an insult to his taste buds. He needed a few moments’ peace before checking on the guests.

  “Sir?”

  At the sound of Skye’s soft voice, Luke turned. He gaped. “Is that…body paint?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Skye took two steps into the office. “Is Fergus…?”

  “He’s fine. Two stitches and if he’s careful, it shouldn’t scar.” Luke steadied himself against the desk. Skye’s entire body was decorated in swirling designs of silver, green and blue. His hair was gelled into spikes and his face was made up with glitter and jewels. At first glance, he could have been naked beneath the paint, but careful study revealed flesh-colored shorts under the decoration. “You are…stunning.”

  Skye ducked his head. “Thank you, Sir. Henry and I helped each other. The guests love it.”

  “I’m sure they do!” Luke loosened his collar.

  “We’re supposed to be fairies in Oberon and Titania’s court. The guests have made incredible efforts with their own costumes and the banqueting hall looks fabulous. Tor and the boys created this amazing feast—it all looks so decadent and luxurious. There’s gold food paint and glitter everywhere.” Skye giggled, the sound sending a shiver of desire down Luke’s spine. “I’ve no idea how long it’s going to take me to get all this paint off and I don’t think my hair will ever be the same again.”

  Luke debated his options. Jump in the swimming pool fully clothed. Run upstairs and take an ice-cold shower. Bend Skye over the desk right there and then. Or be professional and check in with the guests. His heart approved of the desk option, his body needed the shower option, but his head gave him a mental smack then went with professional. He sighed. Being the boss was sometimes a pain in the behind.

  “Why don’t you show me? I’ll bring the camera and, if the guests don’t mind, I’ll take a few pictures.”

  “They’ve been snapping away all evening, Sir,” Skye said. To Luke’s surprise Skye held out his hand. Luke took it and found himself pulled toward the banqueting hall. He followed Skye’s lead, in danger of stumbling over his own feet as his eyes were fixed on Skye’s lithe, glittering body. The image would be fodder for his dreams for a long time to come.

  As soon as he entered the banqueting hall, Luke was assaulted by a barrage of questions about Fergus’s well-being. Even Sean, Aston’s shy sub, found the courage to approach him. He gave all the appropriate reassurances, letting them know that Fergus would be back on duty in the morning. There were exclamations over the need for two stitches before the conversation descended into discussions of everyone’s hospital experiences. When various scars were revealed, Luke decided it was time to make his exit. He got Saul’s permission to take a few pictures, assuring him that any he used would not show faces, then retreated to the staff room. Tor, Benjy and Frank were seated around the table with their usual pot of tea, all looking worn-out and frazzled. Luke had to repeat his story again while Tor poured him a mug of tea.

  “It has been quite an evening,” Tor said. “We’ve served dessert and we’re fitting in a quick break before coffee and sweets. Everything’s prepared and ready to go. Skye and Henry will come and collect them when they think it’s time.”

  “Everything out there looks spectacular. This bunch really take their costumes seriously, don’t they?”

  “I think they’re one of the best groups we’ve ever had. Maybe it’s the air in Manchester, but they’re all very amenable. We’ve not had a single complaint about anything. They’re polite and respectful to the staff and it’s clear they care for one another. I think Roy and Saul set a fine example.”

  Luke nodded, sipping his tea. “They won’t all be like this, but we haven’t come across a bad bunch yet. It’ll be interesting to see how they handle their slave auction tomorrow night.” He chuckled. “I’ve a feeling the costumes will be even skimpier than tonight, though with a lot less glitter. We’re going to be finding that stuff in every nook and cranny for months.”

  “Do you want anything to eat, sir?” Frank asked. “You missed supper. I could throw together a sandwich for you.”

  “Did Skye eat?”

  “Yes,” Tor replied. “I made sure he and Henry had sandwiches and salad before they started this evening’s service. It took both of them to decorate the banqueting hall, then Benjy helped Goran with the drinks whilst Skye served the food. Goran created some amazing cocktails in different colors. They had sparklers in them and some of them even smoked with dry ice. The man’s like a bartending wizard with his potions.”

  “Then, I will have a sandwich. Thank you, Frank. Don’t go to too much trouble, I’ll have whatever is on hand.” Luke relaxed in his seat, impressed at how well organized everything had been in his absence. He trusted his staff, but it was always good to witness their efficiency with his own eyes. Delighted guests meant recommendations for future bookings. He wanted The Retreat to have the best reputation it could and tonight’s impressive display could only help.

  Over the next hour, Luke only saw Skye when he dashed in and out of the kitchen. The fleeting glimpses of glistening body paint were enough to keep Luke hard and on edge. He couldn’t get it out of his head that other men were looking at what was his, even though he knew it was part of Skye’s job. He sighed and poured yet another mug of tea, counting down the minutes until he could have Skye to himself.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “This evening was a challenge for me.” Luke gazed at Skye who was kneeling at his feet, naked and clean of makeup and body paint. “I admit I was jealous that others could see you in all your ethereal beauty.” Skye blushed then ducked his head. His hair, still damp from the shower, was darker than usual. “I wanted to lock you away. Keep you all to myself.” The gleam of Skye’s cock cage caught Luke’s eye. “Of course, a part of you is already locked away.” Luke refastened his collar around Skye’s neck. “I should replace this with one you can get wet. Something in silver, to go with your hair.” Skye shivered, his skin pinking even more.

  Luke rolled the plug he was holding between his hands, warming the steel. It was smooth, tactile and weighted inside, perfect for training purposes. “Hands and knees.” Skye fell forward on command, head down, arse in the air. Luke slicked the plug with lube before pressing the tapered end to Skye’s hole. “Relax. You’ll take this because I want you to.” He pushed, taking care not to move too fast. Skye’s body accepted the narrow end of the plug with ease then resisted as it widened. Luke paused, waiting for Skye to instruct his body to accept the intruder, then applied steady pressure. As Skye’s channel stretched, Luke held his breath. The plug narrowed again and disappeared inside Skye’s body, leaving the flat base and pull ring exposed. “Very good. Stay where you are.” Luke wiped the excess lube from his hands then retrieved the cane he had left on the bed. “One stroke for your
discipline tonight.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Skye wiggled his butt in invitation and Luke had to repress a smile. He dragged the cane across Skye’s bare skin before drawing his arm back. The single blow was just hard enough to leave a red mark that bloomed dark before fading to a paler shade. Luke put the cane on the dresser, signaling that discipline was over. “Are you tired?”

  “No, Sir. I mean, my body is, but my mind is still jumping all over the place.”

  Luke fetched a towel from the bathroom then spread it over the bed. “Lie down, on your back.”

  Skye scrambled onto the bed. “Spread your legs, hands over your head.” Luke treated himself to a thorough examination of Skye’s body. He unlocked the cock cage, checking for any sore spots. but other than a few dents in the skin. there was no sign that the device was bothering Skye at all. He watched as Skye’s dick went from flaccid to rigid in a matter of seconds.

  “I can see parts of your body that aren’t that tired.” He went to the bathroom to fetch a tube of depilatory cream and the applicator. “Time to get rid of this stubble.” He stroked a finger across Skye’s groin, steering clear of his cock. Beneath the skin. Skye’s muscles twitched. His fingers clenched and unclenched.

  “I’m going to come, Sir. I have to…”

  “Not until I say you can.” Luke smoothed the cream around the base of Skye’s cock, making sure every re-emerging hair was covered. Skye took short deep breaths, every muscle flexing.

  “Keep your legs apart.”

  “Sir…”

  “This takes about fifteen minutes to work. You need to keep still.”

  “I don’t know if I can, Sir.”

  Luke slipped off his belt, made a loop then slipped it around Skye’s wrists. He tied the other end to the headboard. Two silk ties from the dresser served as restraints for Skye’s ankles, which Luke tied to the footboard. “I need to bring proper restraints up here.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Skye said with a pained expression. “The cream tingles.”

  “I can distract you from the sensation,” Luke said. He flicked one of Skye’s nipples and it peaked into a hard nub. He repeated the action with the other one until the skin around it reddened and Skye was pulling on his bonds. “Have you ever thought about getting these pierced? They’d be even more sensitive. I could run a chain from here to here.” He brushed his hand across Skye’s chest. “Use a link chain to a cock ring. Make it short enough that it would tug every time you moved.”

  Skye whimpered. “You’re not helping, Sir.”

  “Of course, we don’t have to wait. The same effect can be achieved with a good set of clamps.” Luke gave one of Skye’s nipples a pinch. His body rippled and his hips rolled as he worked the plug in his arse.

  “You could have told me you were a sadist, Sir.”

  “But look at how much fun you’re having finding out.” Luke tested a small section of the cream and the hair came away easily. “This is cooked.” Using the small plastic applicator, he scraped away the cream and hair, wiping it onto some tissues. Soon Skye’s groin was denuded and smooth. A dampened tissue wiped away the remains of the cream.

  “There. All done.” Luke took his time disposing of the equipment and washing his hands, well pleased with the results he had achieved. Skye’s torment was delicious. Spread-eagled and bound, he was a feast for Luke’s eyes. That he could touch and play at will sent thrills of pleasure to Luke’s groin.

  Without giving Skye any warning, Luke wrapped his hand around Skye’s straining shaft. He rubbed his thumb over the gleaming head. Skye’s body jerked and he came with a cry, pumping his release over Luke’s hand.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” He thrust into Luke’s grip, which Luke tightened, providing more friction until Skye was milked dry and gasping for air.

  After a lingering kiss, Luke released Skye’s wrists and ankles then went to the bathroom for a shower. By the time he was finished, Skye was sound asleep. He still lay sprawled in the same position, taking up three-quarters of the bed. Luke watched him for a while, enjoying the view. Skye didn’t stir when Luke locked him back in the chastity device, nor when he rearranged Skye’s limbs so that he could get into bed too. Luke lay still, wakeful, imagining how it would feel to have Skye beneath him—to make love to him.

  Too soon. His head told him to be patient, to give Skye time. His heart and his body had other ideas. Roy, Saul and their friends would be gone Saturday morning. Their new guests weren’t arriving until the following Monday. That meant a full day and half when they could be together without the demands of work interfering. Luke planned to keep Skye in chastity for the next thirty-six hours. Tomorrow, he’d use a bigger plug. When the time came, he wanted Skye ready for him. He turned onto his side and straight away Skye wriggled to press against him. Luke sighed. His willpower wasn’t limitless.

  * * * *

  The guests are making the most of their last day, aren’t they, Sir?” Skye plopped his aching body down into a chair in the snug. “I’m worn out.”

  “They know how to have a good time, that’s for sure.” Luke peered over the top of his book, glasses balanced on the end of his nose. Skye’s heart gave a little jump. “How did lunch go?”

  “Delivered to five different places. The dungeon, three bedrooms and the gym. I’ve never seen exercise equipment used that way before, Sir.”

  “Do I want to know?”

  “Best not. Suffice to say, Henry was getting quite a work-out and his grin was bigger than a Cheshire cat’s.”

  Goran, who was polishing glasses behind the bar, gave a low chuckle. “The current houseboys are enthusiastic about their roles, aren’t they? Their dedication is admirable.”

  Skye snickered. “Is yesterday’s local paper still here?” He rummaged through a pile on the table. “Yes! Here it is.” He rifled through the pages.

  “Something interesting in there?” Luke asked. “Other than turnips, that is.”

  “I wanted to show you… Here it is.” Skye folded the page back then handed the paper to Luke. “It’s the small ad for a researcher. I wanted to get your opinion on whether I should email for more information.” Skye bounced on his chair, eager to hear Luke’s thoughts.

  “There can’t be any harm in it. I think I recognize that email address. Hold on.” Luke pulled out his phone. “B Doring at Rydings dot com…yes, here it is.” He handed the phone to Skye. “I don’t know Brenda Doring in person, but she’s a respected academic with a slew of books to her name. I’ve read a couple of them—she specializes in maritime history, with a particular interest in shipwrecks.”

  “Wow.” Skye scrolled through the Wikipedia page. “She dives herself, too.”

  “Rydings is the name of her house. It’s a wedding venue, hence the dot com. It’s in one of the villages on the far side of Lyndhurst, I think. You should use the computer in my office to take a look. I’m sure there’ll be a website.”

  “Does that mean you’re okay with me getting in touch, Sir?”

  “Of course. You didn’t have to ask me…but I’m glad you did.”

  Skye couldn’t imagine doing such a thing without Luke’s permission. “Thank you. I mean…I’m sure Professor Doring will be looking for someone with a lot more experience than me, but I don’t lose anything by emailing her, do I?”

  “No, and sometimes the smallest things turn into the biggest opportunities. Would you like to take a look now? We have some time before set-up for the auction starts.”

  “Can’t wait to see how that turns out,” Goran chimed in. “I have my gladiator costume ready and waiting.”

  “Sounds hot!” Skye exclaimed, nibbling his lip when he caught Luke’s scowl. Goran’s belly laugh echoed around the room.

  “You’re in big trouble now, boy.” Still chortling, he made for the door. “I’m heading out for an hour—need some fresh air before tonight’s shenanigans begin. All this hotness needs to be in tip-top condition.” He winked then closed the door behind him.

  Sky
e raised his eyes to meet Luke’s piercing gaze. He gulped.

  “Calling another man hot in front of your Dom, even if it’s true, is not appropriate, young man.” Luke patted his lap. “Trousers down. Over my lap.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” More excited than nervous, Skye unzipped his jeans. He pushed them and his underwear down his thighs. With hindsight, he should have moved closer to Luke first because now he had to waddle over to him. He tipped himself over Luke’s lap. His toes scraped the floor and his caged cock nestled in the space between Luke’s thighs. Blood rushed to his head.

  He expected the sting of a blow but instead, Luke stroked his arse.

  “So beautiful and all mine. You do understand that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes. Sir. Yes! Want to be yours, no one else’s.” Skye squirmed under Luke’s gentle touches.

  “Good, because tomorrow I’m going to take this gorgeous arse. No more waiting.” Luke pulled Skye’s cheeks apart then brushed a finger over his hole. “I’m going to fill you and fuck you so there’s no room in your head for anything or anyone, but me.”

  Skye gasped as Luke pushed a fingertip inside him.

  “And now I’m going to spank you so that this evening, and tonight, every time you move you’ll think of me.”

  In its cage, Skye’s cock attempted to swell. He moaned, desperate for more. Luke patted his behind then gave him six hard strokes, targeting the sensitive junction between arse and thigh. When he was done, he rested a hot palm on the small of Skye’s back.

  “All over.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” Skye took a few deep, heaving breaths. When Luke allowed it, he slid to his knees, resting his head on Luke’s thigh. Now the distraction of pain had gone, thoughts whirled around his head. There was so much to think about, it was overwhelming. Foremost was that he had spoken without thinking and even though there was no doubt that Goran dressed as a gladiator would be hot as hell, he shouldn’t have said it out loud. Luke had spanked him as punishment, but it had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life.