PureIndulgenceVSue

by VictoriaSue

  Adam smirked and laid his head on Joe’s shoulder. “Promise, Sir?”

  Joe caught his lips in a punishing kiss, and as his boy opened up to him, Joe had another reason for regretting the tight leather pants. Joe kept his hand on Adam’s face, brushed the brown hair away from his eyes. “I miss the color. Put it back for me? Please?”

  Adam twinkled.

  “You’re coming home with me.” Joe smoothed Adam’s soft skin with his thumb. “And you’re going to stay there, forever.” Joe hesitated. “I may let you out to go to Pure with me.” Joe paused for a beat and felt Adam’s contented sigh. “And sing—but no auctions ever again. You’re mine.”

  Adam nodded against Joe’s neck. “Then shall we go home, Sir?”

  Joe looked at him. “There’s just one problem.”

  Adam’s look of love faded a little.

  “I don’t think I can get off this fucking floor.”

  Epilogue – Two months later

  Joe and Callum stood by the bar. The club was full, and the music was pounding out. Joe looked at the new bar manager, Sam, and Sam grinned and put a fresh bottle of water in front of him. Suddenly the music stopped, and Joe could see Daniel fiddling with another CD. He chuckled. He knew what was coming on. Sure enough, Callum picked the mike up and walked over to the stage.

  Joe swallowed, and resisted the impulse to adjust his pants. But this time it wasn’t because he was trying to fool himself that he wasn’t attracted to the boy that would be on stage shortly, this time it was because of nerves.

  As soon as the music began, Callum had to raise his voice over the whistles and cat calls. “Ladies and Gentleman—Adam and the submissives.” Callum waved his hand as they all trooped down the stairs from Indulgence. This time, in and amongst all the cheering, Joe was the loudest. The two subs that led them down, arms linked as usual, were Adam and Lee.

  Joe walked over to the where the music was playing and caught Daniel’s eye. He nodded to the stage. “Go on—unless you don’t want a Dom to bid for you?” Joe said.

  Daniel’s answer was contained in the brilliant smile and the cheer from the other subs as he practically vaulted on stage.

  Adam launched straight into the first song—Grace Kelly by Mika. By the end of the first verse, Joe thanked the fuck he didn’t have leather pants on. By the time Adam had sung Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Joe was opening his third bottle of water and wishing it was whiskey.

  Callum came back to the center of the stage as the last notes died off. “Ladies and Gentleman, as you know our generous-hearted subs are auctioning themselves off in aid of Master Derek’s charity, Gage’s house.” He waved the cheers down until the noise subsided a little. “But before the auction starts, I’d like to invite Master Joe on stage as he has a special announcement.”

  Joe grinned at his boy. He’d seen how fast Adam whipped his head around as he’d heard Callum mention Joe, and suddenly all his nerves disappeared. He studied his boy’s face, drank down the curiosity mixed with acceptance. Whatever he was about to do, Adam trusted him. He trusted him, and damn if that wasn’t the best feeling in the entire world.

  Joe walked up to Callum and took the mike. Callum casually draped his arm around Lee. Joe grinned as Lee furiously bombarded Callum with whispered questions. Callum hadn’t told Lee. It would have been the equivalent to an ad on prime time TV.

  Joe held his hand out towards Adam, and a startled Adam caught his fingers, entwining them. He could see the question in his eyes. Joe raised the mike, and if anyone noticed the slight tremor in his hand, he thought he would be forgiven. “Present yourself, sub.”

  Adam sank gracefully as ever, and Joe wanted to beam with pride at the instant obedience. He glanced at Callum, and Callum walked over and handed him a narrow leather box.

  “Adam?” Adam had lowered his eyes, but raised them at Joe’s question. Joe opened the box and took out a collar. The crowd murmured approval but he was only interested in the reaction of one person. Adam gasped as he saw it and his eyes immediately filled with tears. Joe had it specially made, white gold covered with dark rhodium to make it black. Studded around the collar at matching intervals were emeralds. They happened to be exactly the color of Adam’s eyes.

  He held out his other hand to Adam and clasped his fingers. “Adam, will you kneel at my feet and accept this collar as a symbol of your submission?” Joe waited. He waited and tried not to let the bottom of his world fall away when he didn’t get an answer. Adam had bent his head, and Joe felt like he couldn’t breathe. Shit, had he got this wrong? Dreadfully, horribly wrong?

  “Boy?” Joe reached out slowly and touched Adam’s chin with his finger. “Adam?”

  Adam raised his face at Joe’s gentle urging and Joe smiled. Adam wasn’t replying because he was about to refuse Joe. He wasn’t replying because he was furiously biting his lip to contain the embarrassing sounds that would accompany the tears rolling down his face. Joe looked into Adam’s green eyes that reflected back the same love in his own brown ones. He didn’t need a spoken answer, he’d just got one.

  “Ah, hell.” Joe turned and tossed the mike to Callum. “Come here, boy.” Adam didn’t need any other prompting, and Joe clasped his arms thankfully around the most important person in his life. When Adam had finally stopped crying, Joe formally fastened the collar and led him off stage. He was going to ask Callum and Lee to witness, but somehow none of that seemed important anymore. Callum had the whole speech worked out for both of them, but who cared? This was what he wanted. He sank into the nearest chair and firmly pulled Adam onto his lap. Adam burrowed in.

  Joe held his breath a little as the best little ass in the world wriggled and settled down. “So, you happy?” he asked. The way Adam sunk into him was enough of a reply for Joe. That, and the brilliant smile and the way Adam devoured his mouth. Shit, his boy was one hell of a kisser.

  They listened to the auction quietly, Adam occasionally peppering Joe’s face with kisses. When the auction was done, and they’d raised an awful lot more money for Gage’s House, Callum and Lee came over to join them. Callum looked approvingly at where Adam was seated and pulled Lee onto his lap. Lee wriggled until Callum growled, “Boy.” Both Adam and Lee smirked.

  Callum exchanged a glance with Joe—the very moment Joe had been waiting for all night. “So, shall we tell them, then?”

  Joe grinned as Lee instantly put his hand on Callum’s face and dragged it around. “Sir, tell us what?”

  Adam just laid his head in Joe’s neck. “What, Sir?” Joe loved it that he didn’t sound worried, just curious. It had taken a few weeks for him to feel safe in Joe’s love.

  Callum looked at Joe and in sync they both stood and deposited their boys back on the seats. They grinned at each other, and both got down on one knee. Joe cleared his throat. “We were thinking of taking a trip to New York.”

  “Make it official.” Callum added. “Although we could stay here now, seeing as it’s legal.” He grinned.

  Joe smiled at the matching astonished looks on their boys’ faces as Joe and Callum pulled out velvet boxes from their pockets. Callum opened his to reveal platinum bands. Joe’s matched Adam’s collar. Lee launched himself at Callum. Callum, used to it, caught Lee with his usual flair. Joe beat Adam to the decision, and he pulled him back on his lap. Callum and Lee were lost in their own little world in the corner.

  Adam broke a very satisfying kiss. “As marriage proposals go, you know, I don’t think that actually involved any type of question.” He looked expectantly at Joe.

  Joe grinned. He proprietorially brushed the purple streak out of Adam’s face that he’d absolutely refused to let Adam cut last week. Adam snuggled back in, and Joe heard his satisfied sigh. It was the same boneless one he had made this morning after Joe had finally let him get out of bed.

  “I love you more than my life, and I’m a Dom. You didn’t think I was going to give you the opportunity to safeword out of this, did
you?”

  The End

  PURE

  VICTORIA SUE

  Callum hasn’t time to take on a new sub for training. He has his BDSM club, Pure, to remodel and open on Friday. He certainly doesn’t have the time to train Lee in all the nuances of submission, even if Lee seems to be a natural.

  But someone else wants him. Another Master who has no limits and doesn’t believe in safe words.

  If Callum doesn’t wake up and accept the gift of Lee’s submission, someone else will take it – forcefully.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Victoria Sue has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids' adventure stories, she would go raid her mom's. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.

  She's still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature - love is love, no matter what it says on the box. In fact if her heroes and heroines don't always fit neatly into a box, she loves them even more. She's worked as a mom, a nurse, and a teaching assistant.

  Victoria decided to go on an adventure with her family in 2010 and moved from England to America and now lives in Florida.

  Last year, she thought it was time to stop just reading love stories and start writing them.

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