Trusting Him
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“That was… It was…”
“There’s no need to talk,” Luke said with a chuckle. “Roll onto your front.”
Skye flopped onto his stomach with a sigh. Luke knelt across him and spent some time massaging his lower back and arse, digging his fingers into the tight muscles, convincing Skye’s body to relax. Skye’s contented moans told Luke that his efforts were worthwhile. He reached for the dispenser of lube sitting on the bedside table. He pumped some onto his fingers until they were shiny and slick before pressing one to Skye’s hole. The plug had done its work, and his finger slipped into Skye’s body with ease. He crooked it, brushing the tip over Skye’s prostate. Skye yelped and wiggled.
“Sir!”
Luke used his free hand to give Skye’s arse a smack. “Keep still.” He withdrew his finger then entered Skye again using two this time. There was no resistance, just heat and the grip of Skye’s inner muscles. Luke still spent some time stretching him before adding a third finger. Skye whimpered and Luke stilled.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Need more, Sir,” Skye pleaded. All the preparation in the world could only help Skye so much. Luke nudged him until he rolled onto his back.
“You’re sure you’re happy to do this without a condom?”
“I’ve seen your medical records, Sir and you’ve seen mine… Please don’t stop. Want you in me. Want to feel you, not latex.”
Luke lifted Skye’s calves to rest them on his shoulders. He moved into position so that the blunt head of his cock rested against Skye’s glossy entrance. He added yet more lube, gritting his teeth as the urge to come became overwhelming. “Arms back over your head.” Luke loomed over Skye’s body, pressing his legs back. He gripped both his wrists, holding him in place, then entered him for the first time. Just an inch at first, then two. The grip of Skye’s channel against his sensitive flesh was torment. Luke held still, staring into Skye’s violet eyes, checking for any sign of distress. He kissed him as he pushed forward again, stealing his breath and the gasp that came with it. There was no stopping now. Luke kept pushing until he was fully seated in Skye’s body.
“Burns, Sir.” Skye’s brow furrowed with pain. “’s good. Need you.”
Slowly at first but with building speed, Luke jacked his hips until he reached a steady rhythm. His gaze was locked with Skye’s and nothing in the world could make him look away. Skye was already hard again, the tip of his erection leaving wet trails on Luke’s belly as he moved. His orgasm built, sending tingles the length of his spine and when it came there was no stopping. With a final deep, powerful thrust into Skye’s welcoming heat, Luke came with an exultant shout. Beneath him Skye bucked, his body rippling, his muscles pulling Luke deeper. He cried out as he came, tears rolling down his face. Luke collapsed onto him, holding him tight, kissing him over and over again. It was a while until he realized that he must be crushing Skye with his weight. He shifted onto his back, pulling Skye on top of him, not wanting even inches to separate them.
“I love you, Skye.” He murmured the words into Skye’s hair knowing that they came from deep within him rather than from the heat of the moment.
“That’s good, Sir because I love you too.” Skye snuggled against him, giving his chest flickering licks of his tongue and sweet kisses. “Thank you for making this so perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“How long till we can do it again?”
Skye’s response made Luke laugh. “As soon as you like, so long as you’re not sore and you give me a while to recover. I’m not as young as you. Would you like to take a shower?”
“Only if you want to, Sir. We’re just going to get all sticky again and I like it right here.” He held on tighter.
Luke stroked his back and his butt, memorizing the curves and dimples. “You know, I can’t wait to fuck you on the St. Andrew’s cross, over the spanking bench, while you’re chained and gagged and have no choice but to take me however I choose.”
Skye moaned. “You’re making me hard, Sir. You will let me come every now and again, won’t you?”
“If you’re good.” Luke pressed a finger into Skye’s arse. He yelped, then wiggled trying to encourage Luke deeper. “I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here, love.” Luke withdrew his finger before giving Skye’s backside several sharp spanks.
“Sorry, Sir.” Skye didn’t sound remorseful at all. He sounded joyful. Luke smiled. It would be fun to think up some inventive punishments for his naughty sub, but for now he was happy just to hold him. Skye was where he was meant to be, safe, cherished and all Luke’s.
It was an hour or so later when Luke awoke from a light doze to the sound of urgent knocking at his door.
“What now?” He extracted himself from beneath Skye’s body, grabbed his robe and went to see who it was disturbing his peace. To his surprise, he found Rayne in the corridor hopping from foot to foot in agitation.
“I’m so sorry to disturb you, Mr. Redding, but you need to come down to the kitchen. There’s something you have to see.” Rayne was stressed, his worry genuine.
“Can you give me a few minutes?” Luke asked. He smelled of sex and sweat. Getting clean was a priority.
Rayne nodded before jogging down the corridor. “Please be quick, sir.”
Skye had woken and was sitting up in bed with a bewildered expression on his face. “What’s happening, Sir? Was that Rayne?”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I need to go down to the kitchen. I’m going to take a quick shower. I’m sure Rayne would have said if the situation was life or death.”
Skye scrambled out of bed. “I’ll come with you.”
Showering together without it turning into something more took a significant effort of will. Luke pulled on his discarded clothes, not bothering to search out anything clean. Looking anxious, Skye dressed just as quickly.
Skye grabbed his hand as they ran down the stairs and through to the kitchen. They found Rayne, Benjy, Frank, Fergus and Henry gathered around the table in the staff room. A large cardboard box sat in the middle of it and there were strange squeaks coming from inside.
“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Luke demanded
Skye peered into the box. “Oh! Oh, look, Sir.”
Frustrated that no one was giving him a clear explanation for the chaos, Luke stepped forward. For a moment he couldn’t work out what he was looking at, but gradually he realized that the pile of wriggling fur in the box was a collection of kittens and their mother, an ample tabby with a purr like a traction engine.
“Perhaps someone could explain why there is a box of cats on the table?”
Skye pulled one of the kittens from the box and held it against his chest where it promptly fell asleep. “Where did they come from?” he asked.
“They were left outside the main gate,” Rayne said. “I drove into the village because I had to get my mum’s birthday card into the post and when I got back the box was there. Right in the middle of the road. How could somebody just dump them?”
By this time, all the boys had picked out a kitten to cuddle. The mother cat didn’t seem bothered at all. Probably relieved to get a moment’s peace, Luke thought. I know how she feels.
Skye turned to Luke with pleading eyes. “Can we keep them, Sir?”
Luke found himself the subject of six intense stares. He had the sense to recognize he’d already lost the battle. Thoughts of the sub mafia flashed through his head. “They can stay for the weekend, then we will have to see about finding them new homes. They also need to visit a vet. They can’t be anywhere near the kitchen though. Tor would have me hung like an aging ham.” He surveyed his staff. “You’ll all have to take turns looking after them, and that includes the night shift. I suggest the old chauffeur’s room over the garage would be suitable. It’s well insulated and dry.”
“We can set up a pen so they have some space to play,” Benjy suggested. “And find something cozy for them to sleep in.”
“The kittens aren’t weaned yet,” Rayne said. “They’ve been feeding from their mum, so we won’t need kitten food. I think someone else should come with us. I don’t want any of them getting loose in the car and we don’t have a proper pet carrier.
Luke listened as the planning continued around him. With the decision made that the cats could stay, he had become superfluous to the proceedings. “Frank, for those who are staying in tonight, please order a takeaway from the Happy Garden. You can use The Retreat’s account. I’ll leave you all to it. I have a date with a glass of wine and a few episodes of Luther on the iPlayer. I’ll be in my quarters if you need me.” He directed the last comment to Skye who seemed torn between joining him and staying to play with the kittens. He gave the one he was holding a kiss before putting it back in the box.
“Include me in the cat-sitting rota,” Skye said. “That’s okay, isn’t it, Sir?”
“It is.” He was pleased Skye had volunteered. “They’ll be back from the vet’s soon enough,” he said, taking Skye’s hand and leading him from the staff room. “In the meantime, you can pet me instead.”
Skye licked his lips. “Yes please, Sir!”
Luke guessed he retained around ninety-nine percent of Skye’s love. The other percent had gone to a box of wriggling fluff balls.
Chapter Sixteen
Once they were back in his room, Luke poured himself a glass of wine then drank a big gulp before topping it up again. “Rayne needs to learn how not to give someone a heart attack. I thought there had been an accident, or that may be the place was burning down, when he banged at the door. The last thing I expected was a collection of furry house guests. Would you like a glass?”
“No, thank you Sir. I don’t like the taste and I have no capacity for alcohol. One small glass of my grandmother’s sherry at Christmas and I turn into a giggling mess that won’t stop talking. I’ll just have a glass of water. It’s safer. Can you believe how cute the kittens were?”
“There’s a bottle of Perrier in the fridge, if you’d like that?”
“Ooh, bubbles! Yes, please.”
Luke unscrewed the bottle, releasing a fizz. He poured some into a tumbler then handed it to Skye. “They were cute, I admit it. Here you go. Is there anything you’d prefer to watch on TV? I can save my Luther bingeing for another time.”
“I’m quite happy to sit and watch Idris Elba any time, Sir.” Skye sipped his water and concentrated on the bubbles bursting on his tongue rather than Luke’s reaction to that statement, which had just slipped out.
“Well that makes two of us, so you’re forgiven for lusting after him. This time.”
Luke kicked off his shoes then took a seat at one end of the sofa, bringing his legs up to rest along its length. He patted the space between them. “I think we’ll both have a good view from here.”
Skye settled into place, his back resting against Luke’s chest. He gave a contented sigh. “I think this is my second favorite place to be,” he said.
“What’s the first?” Luke asked.
“In bed with you, Sir.” Skye’s cheeks heated. Luke wrapped both arms around him and he snuggled into his hold. “It was kind of you to let the cats stay, Sir. I don’t understand how anyone could dump them like that.”
“If I’d said no, I would have been afraid for my life. They seemed healthy enough,” Luke said, ruffling his hair. “Perhaps whoever abandoned them knew that they’d be seen and picked up quickly. You understand we can’t keep them here long-term though, cute as they are?”
“Could you think about letting us have one or two?” Skye asked, wondering at his own bravery. “They’d earn their keep making sure we never get a mice problem, wouldn’t they?”
“You have a soft heart. We’ll see. Animals are a big responsibility and we can’t have them in the main house in case any of our guests have allergies, but I promise to think about it.”
“I understand, Sir.” Secretly, Skye thought Luke had just as soft a heart as he did. The cat and her kittens would have a home until something better could be found for them. They’d be well fed and get lots of love. That was all Skye could hope for. He jerked, nearly spilling his water, when Luke slipped a hand between his shirt buttons to tweak a nipple. He didn’t say anything. In fact, his attention seemed to be entirely on the television, but every now and again he rolled Skye’s sensitive nub between his fingers or gave it a gentle pinch. Skye’s cock sprang to life and he wiggled in an attempt to get more comfortable. He missed the chastity device, which Luke had left off after they’d made love.
Luke slid his other hand from Skye’s waist to his groin, covering the bulge of his erection. Skye gave a strangled moan. If Luke moved his hand then Skye was going to come, no doubt about it.
“Sir…”
“Watch the program, Skye.”
Skye twisted around to see Luke’s expression, but he seemed to have his attention fixed to the screen. Despite this, he managed to move both his hands at once, squeezing Skye’s dick at the same time as pinching a nipple. Skye yelped and came, gasping for breath. Luke was still watching the program, seemingly unmoved by his plight. After a few moments of deep breathing, Skye recovered enough to speak.
“Um, I need to use the bathroom, Sir. I think I should take a quick shower.” Coming in his clothes was not a comfortable experience.
“Go ahead.” Luke released his hold. He unbuckled Skye’s collar. “Don’t bother putting any clothes back on.”
Realizing that he had been well and truly played, Skye waddled to the en suite, stripped off his clothes and took a very quick shower. He toweled dry then, with some regret, dumped the damp towel and his sticky clothes in the laundry basket. As he walked, naked, back toward the sofa he caught Luke’s grin even though he tried to hide it.
Skye dropped to his knees. “I’m sorry I came without permission, Sir.”
“I’m not. It gives me an excuse to punish you.”
“I didn’t think you needed an excuse, Sir.”
Luke chuckled. “True and I’m glad you recognize that.” He stroked Skye’s neck as he fastened his collar. “But that can wait until later. Come sit with me.”
Skye resumed his previous position. Luke arranged him so that Skye’s legs rested over Luke’s, spreading him wide. He pulled a throw from the back of the sofa and laid it over them. Skye’s momentary relief that he was covered disappeared when Luke pushed a hand beneath the throw to fondle Skye’s cock.
“Mmm, you make a fine hand warmer.”
“I think you’re very wicked, Sir.” Skye’s dick made a valiant attempt to rise.
“I’m afraid so.”
Luke’s hand wasn’t nearly as effective as a chastity cage. That Skye hardened beneath his touch was as inevitable as the next day’s sunrise. He couldn’t focus on the program so drifted into the self-preservation of his thoughts. From nowhere he wondered what his father would think if he could see him now. He’d be proud. Not that Skye sat with another man’s hand gripping his privates, but that he had found someone to be with who he could love and trust. He wouldn’t have cared that Luke was a Dominant, that he was older or that he felt the need to spank Skye’s backside on regular occasions. He would have accepted Skye’s choice and welcomed Luke into the family. The burn of shame heated Skye’s cheek. It was long past time to share his history.
“Sir, I want to tell you about what happened to my dad. Why my hair changed color.”
Luke stilled. He pressed the remote, turning off the television. He didn’t try to change Skye’s mind, nor did he move his hand. Skye took it as the act of possession it was.
“Meeting Professor Doring had a strange irony to it, Sir. My dad was a keen diver. He always had been, and
as soon as I was old enough he made sure I got my PADI training. I don’t remember my mum—I wasn’t even one year old when she died. I think I told you, she had a hereditary condition that made her susceptible to infection because of a weak immune system. She contracted pneumonia after a spell of bronchitis and wasn’t strong enough to fight it. There were photos, of course, and Dad was willing to talk about her, but I tended not to ask because it made him sad.”
“Are you in danger from this condition?” Luke held Skye tighter.
“No. I was tested young. It skipped a generation with me. Apparently it’s much less common in boys than girls.”
“That’s a relief. I want you whole and healthy for as long as possible.”
“After Mum died, we moved in with my dad’s parents so Grandma could help take care of me. Dad made my childhood as much fun as he could and diving was a big part of it. Most weekends we’d drive to the south coast to explore the wrecks around Fort Bovisand. I loved it. Underwater, it felt like the whole world belonged to us. I never got tired of watching the fish. No matter how early I had to haul myself out of bed, it was always worthwhile. In the holidays he even took me to places in Greece and Italy where the diving was particularly good. Once we went to the East coast of Egypt’s Sinai Peninsula to one of the world's most beautiful diving spots, the Blue Hole. It’s this amazing coral-lined, three-hundred-and-ninety-four-foot deep sink hole. I’ll always remember that trip. I have pictures I can show you.”
“I’d like that very much.”
“Dad was always careful, meticulous, about safety and preparation, but in the end, it didn’t help him.” Skye took a deep breath. It was the first time he had talked about this since it had happened. For years he had built a thick, armored shell around his emotions, but Luke had been breaking through that since the moment they’d met. “It was a beautiful autumn day, and we were up before dawn to get to a spot on the north Cornish coast. In his diving circles, Dad had heard a rumor of a new discovery—a man-’o-war blown off course by a storm sometime in the eighteenth century. Because the wreck was so deep, we picked up extra oxygen tanks from a supplier onshore then took a boat about half a mile or so out to sea. Dad had calculated the time we would need to resurface because we had to do it in stages to avoid getting the bends. We found the wreck on just the second attempt and it was amazing, though partly covered by shifting sand. The cannon could be seen, all barnacle-encrusted, and the anchor.”