PureIndulgenceVSue

by VictoriaSue

  “It’s Craig Stevens.” Joe looked up as Callum spoke. “I met him a few times at Breathless. He’s been fully vetted.” Callum looked sympathetically at Joe and nodded at Adam. “There’s nothing I can do. He’s not safeworded and he’s not being harmed.”

  Just humiliated, Joe thought. Like a light bulb going off in his brain, Joe knew that was exactly what the Dom was doing. Craig clearly hadn’t liked the attention Adam had gotten earlier and was establishing firmly who was in control. Fucker. It was like kicking a puppy.

  How is it different from what I did? the little voice in Joe’s head taunted him. Joe looked at Adam again. His shoulders looked like they were sagging a little, and there was a nearly unnoticeable tremble in his arms. This was ridiculous. It had been hot standing on the stage with the lights, and Adam hadn’t had so much as a drink of water in hours. He was going to…

  Just as Joe was about to head over to Adam with a bottle of water, rules be damned, Craig stood up and headed over to Adam. He lifted him and tried to get him to walk back to his seat. Adam stumbled, of course, as he probably couldn’t feel his legs properly, and Craig just laughed and yanked the boy over to his seat. He pointed at the floor.

  Surely, to God, he wasn’t going to ask Adam to present again? Joe took a step over toward them, only to be casually beaten to the task by Callum, who very calmly had produced a bottle of water, giving it to Adam while engaging the other Doms in a conversation. Adam had slumped down on the floor again, but was sitting this time. His hands shook as he drained the water. Joe wanted to take him home. Then Joe brightened—he was taking him home. He quickly made sure all his new dungeon monitors were okay. The club was closing earlier tonight with no private rooms available as Callum had felt the attention should be on the auction. Tomorrow was Saturday though, and the club would stay open until three in the morning. He watched until Craig stood up and looked at Adam. Craig bent his head and said something, and his friends laughed. Joe wanted to go shove their tongues down their throats.

  As soon as the others had cleared out of the club, Joe shot over to Adam. He put his hands out to help him up but as Adam turned, he brushed them away. Joe sighed; he deserved that. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

  Adam looked up at Joe determinedly. “Yeah—yeah I do. Seven thousand dollars will help a lot of kids.”

  Joe swallowed. There was nothing he could say. “You’re done tonight anyway.”

  Adam nodded towards the bar where he could see it being cleared.

  Joe nearly growled. “You’re done. We’re going home.”

  “When do I get my apartment back?” Adam still had the pinched look on his face, and Joe’s fingers itched to smooth it away.

  “On Monday. Cops can’t find anything else.” Adam’s shoulders tightened.

  Joe had already booked a specialist cleaning firm in to have the apartment ready for Adam. To be honest, Adam could have had the apartment back on Sunday, but he wanted him back with him every night over the weekend. “You’re back with me tonight.”

  Why? Why do I want that?

  “Why, Joe?” Adam echoed his thoughts.

  Joe didn’t miss the drop of the honorific Sir and he felt the loss deep in his gut. “Callum and Lee are at a hotel while they remodel. I thought it’d be easier.” He shrugged.

  Adam stood and gave him a hard look. “No Joe, I think it will be harder.” Joe sighed. He knew exactly what Adam meant. He knew he shouldn’t be interfering. Joe absently rubbed at the tightness in his gut. He should have got his head straight and bid for Adam in the first place, then he wouldn’t be in the position of having to watch him scene with someone else. It wasn’t just that though, he didn’t trust the Dom that had bid for Adam one bit, and he wanted to make sure he was okay after every weekend session with him.

  Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that.

  Well, whatever his motives were, and Joe didn’t want to examine them too closely, there was still the issue of Adam’s trashed apartment and those notes. He knew the cops were looking at it, but really, compared to the unsolved homicides and other crimes they were faced with, a trashed apartment was small in comparison.

  “Go get your things,” Joe said.

  Lee had just come back downstairs and practically ran over to Adam hugging and exclaiming. Joe’s fists tightened. Who was he kidding, really? He should have admitted his attraction to Adam and bid for the damn boy. Then he could be spending the weekend getting him out of his system in a very pleasurable way. No one cared here who Joe scened with, so why on earth had he got himself tied up in knots over it? He’d seen Callum’s face when Joe didn’t bid. Confusion, yes, but disappointment also. Fuck.

  Callum came and stood quietly next to Joe when the boys disappeared to get Adam’s things.

  “Joe, this is none of my business.” Callum hesitated, and Joe raised an inquiring eyebrow. He kind of knew what Callum was going to say anyway. Callum treated all the subs with care, and Joe knew he felt responsible for Adam.

  “He talks the talk, Joe, but I think he’s more fragile than anyone realizes.” Joe remembered how Adam’s face had changed in the auction. Yeah, yeah he was. He quietly acknowledged the very friendly warning from Callum. He knew he had to get his shit together.

  “What’s happening about his apartment? I’m not sure I like the idea of him going back there,” Callum said.

  Joe knew exactly what he meant. “He’s staying with me tonight.” Joe sighed. “Callum—”

  Callum held his hands out. “I trust you, Joe. Maybe you should trust yourself?” And with that enigmatic statement Callum walked away just as the boys came back downstairs. Adam looked a bit better, and he was carrying a nearly empty bottle of water. Good.

  Joe waited while Lee hugged Adam again and said he would see him tomorrow, then Adam came over to Joe with his head down.

  Joe put his hand out and firmly tipped Adam’s chin up. He’d had enough of this shit. “Adam, I messed up. I got all hung up about things that shouldn’t matter. Let’s get through this weekend, and then we’ll talk.” At the very least, they could have a three month contract and see how that worked out.

  Joe didn’t wait for a response, he just took Adam’s backpack. But he nearly danced when he heard the quiet, “Yes, Sir,” as Adam followed him out.

  Joe opened the door to his truck for Adam. “Have you had anything to eat?” Adam had seen Lee disappear upstairs with sandwiches earlier. Adam shook his head.

  Joe drove through a burger place on the way home. He’d already turned on the radio quietly to drown out the total silence he was getting from Adam, and he’d noticed his hands still shaking a little. He passed the water he’d bought with their order over to him. Joe parked the truck, and as Adam got out of the car, he took his backpack off him and also the sack from the burger place. He was pretty sure Adam was spacing out—he’d barely registered what Joe had ordered from the burger place—and not in a good way. Adam just clutched his water and kept his head down. Shit. How the hell am I going to repair this? Joe hadn’t been able to get more out of Adam than a yes or a no all the way home. He put the sack in the kitchen and walked over to his spare bedroom door with Adam’s backpack. At the last second, he deliberately walked into the master with Adam’s things. No need for him to know he’d had a bed delivered. He had no intention of letting Adam be more than a foot away from him all night. This was his fault, and somehow he had to try and make it right.

  Joe came back into the kitchen just as Adam was getting the food out. Adam paused at the burgers he lifted out, and for the first time looked Joe right in the face. “You got me a vegetarian one?”

  Joe leaned back on the counter. “Was that wrong?”

  Adam ducked his head, but Joe felt the quiet, “No, Sir,” right in his gut. Good. Adam didn’t think he noticed anything, but Joe was glad he had got something right. Joe thought about all those times when he’d thought Adam was stupid over avocado sandwiches; Adam wasn
’t stupid; he just hadn’t wanted to make a big deal about not eating the other stuff in them.

  Thank the fuck Joe had finally woken up and noticed something. He was a Dom with nearly ten years’ experience, and he should be ashamed.

  Joe was ridiculously pleased when Adam ate the burger. He would have been happier if he’d polished off the fries as well, but Adam was yawning so much when he’d finished his burger he looked in danger of falling asleep on the kitchen stool.

  Joe made a quick decision. He glanced at Adam moving a fry valiantly around his plate. His drooping head was propped up by his hand and sweat-slicked hair stuck to his forehead. It had been hot in the club.

  Joe got off his stool and motioned Adam to drink his water. He disappeared into the bathroom. His original intention was for them to share a shower, but Adam might think he had expectations of him in there and worry. Being a Dom wasn’t about games and kink. Being a Dom meant he took responsibility for things, and he couldn’t dominate someone halfheartedly. In fact, the more he thought about it, he wasn’t sure how good a Dom he was at all. But Adam, Adam made him want to step up, stop playing silly games and start living the life properly.

  Joe calmly ran the bath and added some soothing bath salts. They’d actually been a present, but he’d never used them as Joe didn’t do baths. He grinned; they were not manly enough for him. But tonight they would be perfect.

  “Sir?”

  Joe straightened up and gazed at Adam’s worried face. Yeah, he’d been right. Adam had had enough decisions asked of him today. Joe eased a lock of hair off Adam’s face carefully, ignored the slight wince from Adam as Joe’s fingers brushed his skin. “Just relax. This is just a bath, nothing else.” Adam didn’t look convinced. “Take your clothes off.” Joe pointed to the bathroom stool.

  “Sir?” Adam bit his lip.

  “Now, boy.” Joe fixed a steady look on Adam, half-smiled at the tiny sigh, but was gratified at the capitulation. Adam was probably thinking he’d had enough of Doms that day. Well, Joe was about to teach him things could be different. Adam needed someone to look after him for a change, and the boy wasn’t getting the choice.

  Joe calmly stripped off as well, ignoring the anxious little glances that Adam kept giving him. He finally turned the bath water off and checked the temperature. Without glancing at Adam, knowing he would probably look resigned, he carefully stepped into the bath and sat down.

  He put his arm out to his hesitant boy. “Come here.” Joe wanted to smile at the astonished look Adam gave him, but kept his face straight and calm. Adam stepped in and wobbled. Joe grasped him firmly. “I’ve got you.” He had, and he needed Adam to know it. He placed his hands on Adams hips, twisted him around, and pulled him onto his abdomen. Perfect. He heard the little grateful whimper as Adam lowered himself into the water. Joe smiled. Adam was holding himself stiff, and he needed him to relax, to trust that Joe knew exactly what he was doing, that he would make the best decisions for both of them.

  A bath was as good a place to start as any. Joe picked up the sponge. It was one of those natural ones, had a delicious scraping feeling to it. He decided to take advantage of Adam’s reluctance to lean back, and drew the sponge over Adam’s shoulders. The answering groan and slump that ensued told Joe he was on the right track. Good. He fully intended Adam would be nothing but a pile of goo when he was finished. He’d better make sure he had tight hold when he pulled the plug.

  Joe wasn’t sure he wanted to delve into any other meaning behind the phrase that had just sprung to mind. He glanced down and grinned to himself. Words weren’t the only things springing. But that was fine too. Just because he wasn’t going to demand anything of his boy tonight didn’t mean Adam didn’t have to know he was affected. Joe very thoroughly soaped Adam’s back to relax him. So thoroughly Joe was having to support Adam from collapsing backwards onto his chest.

  “Mmmph,” Adam moaned.

  Joe grinned and let Adam fall backwards. His eyes were closed tight, his face a picture of relaxation. Every so often, a slight groan would escape those beautiful lips. Joe didn’t think Adam was even fully awake. He soaped his chest and abs. His boy was lean with smooth sloping muscles. Not huge—no body-building—but Adam looked like he took care of himself. Joe placed the sponge on the ledge between the side of the bath and the wall. He brought his hand back to replace it. The tiny tremor in Adam’s body told Joe that maybe Adam wasn’t as asleep as he thought.

  Adam’s cock was certainly waking up. Joe’s hand deliberately drifted lower. Adam’s cock was beautiful, just like his boy. Cut, and perfectly in proportion, just jutting out of the bath towards Joe’s fingers.

  Joe didn’t have much experience handling cocks other than his own—and Adam’s, yesterday—so Joe just concentrated on doing to Adam what Joe enjoyed himself. He lightly gripped Adam’s base; Adam’s lips parted. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but still, in one smooth motion Joe stroked his palm and fingers upwards right to the tip of Adam’s cock. Adam tried to swallow the gasp when Joe’s fingers reached the tip.

  Joe gave him a reassuring kiss on his temple. He wanted his boy to know he was pleased with Adam’s noises. He felt Adam wiggle his hips a little lower, onto Joe’s groin, and a delicious ache started in Joe’s balls.

  Joe swirled his finger around Adam’s now hard cock, and pushed the tip of his nail in the slit. Joe really loved it when any chick did that to him, and by the soft cry, knew Adam obviously felt the same.

  “Oh, so-so good.” Adam’s mumbles were getting louder. Joe placed another kiss on his head. Shit, the first one had felt good. As Adam was so small, Joe could comfortably reach around with both hands, all the time cradling him on his chest. He dragged his left hand down Adam’s thigh and felt the muscles ripple at his touch. His right hand concentrated on Adam’s cock, and as he dragged his hand back up the length, he curved his palm over the tip.

  “Mm...Sir, Oh God.” Of course, Adam got another kiss for that. “So good.” He was clearly catching on to Joe liking him to be vocal. Joe felt his own thick cock pulse in approval and rubbed it into Adam’s bottom. The skin at the base of Adam’s neck was so soft; he rubbed his chin on it. Fuck. Adam sounded like he was purring. Joe’s left hand sought out Adam’s balls, and the skin there hardened and tightened as he cupped them.

  “Oh, oh...”

  “Like that, boy?” Joe reached underneath Adam’s sac and drew a finger lower.

  “Oh, God.”

  If Joe hadn’t been hugging Adam, Adam would have lifted clean out the bath. Joe’s cock jumped at every gorgeous sound Adam made. When they scened, there was no way he was gagging him now. He wanted to bathe in the moans. Why the hell would anyone want to shut this beautiful boy up?

  Adam was panting as Joe kept his fingers moving. He banked his own desire down with difficulty, determined to only get Adam off. “Joe—Sir, argh...” Joe bent his head around as Adam twisted his head to his. Their lips met furiously. God, Joe loved kissing, and Adam was a master at it. Adam’s sinful tongue reached all the deep recesses of his mouth, and Joe was quite happy to let him.

  Joe trailed his finger lower, and his breath hitched. Did he dare? Am I doing this right? Joe trailed his finger tip around his boy’s puckered hole. Adam immediately stiffened in his arms. “Oh, oh, please, please...so good.”

  Well, hell, I must be. Joe didn’t second guess—he switched off his questions. All that mattered was this beautiful, wriggling naked man in his arms. Joe grabbed the bar of soap from the side of the bath and quickly lathered his fingers. One finger pushed in up to his knuckle, and the other hand pulled on Adam’s slicked length. Once, twice. “Sir, please.”

  Intense satisfaction warred with desire so strong Joe was nearly choked on it. His boy was asking permission. “Yes, boy, let me see you come.” With one more thrust into Joe’s hand Adam’s lips parted around a wail. Adam flung his head back onto Joe’s chest, and heat spilled into Joe’s hand in bursts. God, he was gorgeous. Joe t
ook all Adam’s sounds and noises and buried them deep in himself. Adam suddenly collapsed on Joe, his harsh panting bouncing off the bathroom walls.

  Joe pushed Adam, protesting slightly, to lean forward. He climbed out from behind him and hooked a towel around his waist. Joe smiled with deep satisfaction. Adam was hunched over, completely spent. Joe grabbed a large bath sheet and convinced Adam to stand on wobbly legs, rinsing the cum off him with the water. Joe sat on the bath stool and wrapped Adam in the towel and pulled him onto his lap.

  Adam. What was it about this boy? Joe never cuddled. He never even so much as showered with another person, but as he drew the soft towel over Adam and tucked his body in close, he dropped another kiss on Adam’s head and chuckled.

  What was it Callum always said when he laughed at Lee? I am so screwed. Yeah, well Joe had just joined the club.

  Chapter 6

  Joe tried to stand Adam up, but Adam’s legs wouldn’t hold him. He was clearly checking out after his rough couple of days, and after Joe had to grab him to stop him toppling over again, he gave up and swung Adam up into his arms. Adam immediately buried his head in the crook of Joe’s neck, and Joe tightened his arms some more.

  He’d already pulled the comforter down before he’d run the bath and put a couple of bottles of water on the nightstand. He eased Adam in bed.

  “Why?”

  Joe sank down on the bed at Adam’s softly spoken word. He didn’t know. Was it a sense of guilt that he’d not bid for Adam himself? Or was it that bone deep need to take care of Adam? He was a sap, really. If Joe was honest with himself, he loved the aftercare as much as the scene in the first place. Maybe that was what had gone wrong in his two marriages. The first one happened because she got pregnant, and he’d felt responsible. But, it wasn’t exactly all her fault. He’d never insisted on a DNA check or anything. Even at nineteen, he was pumped up at the thought of being needed, being a dad. When real dad turned up two weeks before the baby was born, she’d left him faster than an Olympic runner. Then marriage two. God, he almost shuddered at the thought. He’d thought again he was needed. He wasn’t—his steady pay check was. Gina had moved away after five years with his daughter, and all of Joe’s money.