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“Why you bastard,” Whitaker shouted. His fist connected with James’ chin in a rolling blow. The metal dug into James’ skin and coppery blood filled his mouth. His head tilted back from the impact. A second blow struck him across the side of his forehead and his vision grew fuzzy. He swallowed the mouthful of blood and focused on ignoring the searing pain.
“That’s enough,” Daniel’s thundered. “I will not have a blood bath on my property.”
Whitaker grunted. “Your slave started it.”
Once James’ vision cleared he glanced at Daniel out of the corner of his eye. Body tense, his lover shook whether with anger or fear he didn’t know.
“He will be dealt with,” Daniel assured him. “But you hit him twice so you should be satisfied for now.”
Whitaker leered at James. “Hardly. Striking a white man is a severe crime He deserves to be severely punished not just with two punches.” The challenge in the man’s eyes was unmistakable.
Daniel drew a deep breath as if preparing himself for what was to come next. “All right. But I don’t need an audience.” He turned his attention to him. A flash of remorse crossed his lover’s face before Daniel hid the emotion. “Go to the barn, James and wait for me.”
“Yes, sir,” James spoke softly, and headed for the empty barn. He didn’t know what was about to come, but it would likely hurt both of them. In all their years together Daniel had only raised a hand to him twice and had profusely apologized later.
Even though Daniel had requested Whitaker to stay out, James expected their neighbor to follow him to the barn. James sat on an empty barrel and faced the door, not wanting to be caught off guard. To his surprise and relief the man actually respected Daniel’s wishes and stayed out. James touched his bleeding chin. His cuts burned like hell.
When Daniel finally opened the barn door grim determination blazed in his eyes. He carried something under his coat although James couldn’t make out the bulge. “Why’d you do it?” he asked, shutting and locking the door behind them. James had always thought it strange the barn had a beam come down to lock from both the outside and the inside. Now it would come in handy.
Daniel stood near him, face etched with a mixture of emotions James didn’t bother deciphering. “Granted I was about to do the same thing, and I’ve thought about fighting with the man many times, but you should have left it up to me.”
James licked the blood off his lip. “He had brass knuckles. I couldn’t let him hurt you.” His voice cracked. “I don’t know what the man is capable of, but he was going to fight dirty.”
Daniel stared at him clearly processing that information. “I was about to say Whitaker must be a boxer, but I believe you.” He knelt by James and gazed at his wounds, hand hovering as if afraid to touch them. “That cut on your forehead looks deep.” The softness of his lover’s voice tugged at him and he blinked back tears.
“I’ll survive,” he choked out. “Looks worse than it is.” He didn’t need stitches and knowing Daniel he’d insist on a doctor seeing to him despite their lack of money. “Let’s get this over with.”
The concern in Daniel’s eyes deepened and he finally revealed the bundle under his coat. James recognized the small black velvet bag. He hadn’t seen it since they’d moved and thought it had been left behind at the plantation.
A genuine smile blossomed despite the throb in his head. “I don’t think that was Whitaker had in mind.”
“No,” Daniel agreed, gently touching his cheek. “But we’ll make the best of it.” Heat rolled off his words. “Now strip.”
“Yes, sir.”
James shed all his clothes, no longer dreading his consequences. If the black velvet bag was involved he’d at least enjoy some of it. The bag held their sex toys. For the past five years for Daniel’s birthday, he’d bought himself one. Obviously the present was something they could both take pleasure in.
His lover picked up an old holey blanket off the barn floor and draped over a roughhewn workbench. “Now you won’t get splinters,” he explained, motioning for him to lie across it.
The table was on the small side and James easily stood and draped his tall body over, presenting his ass to his lover. He’s assumed this position many times before, but never under such circumstances. If Daniel had really been cross with him that would have been one thing; they were merely doing this to please Whitaker.
Although he still didn’t know what this was. His lover didn’t own a whip and he wasn’t wearing a belt.
Daniel pulled a small jar of cream out of the velvet bag and slathered his ass, easing one finger inside.
James drew a deep breath and relaxed his muscles, welcoming the intrusion. After only a few strokes, his lover slipped in a second finger. His channel stretched and Daniel thrust in sharp, quick strokes, striking his gland each time.
James panted, needing more in order to climb the precipice. He clenched his teeth to hold back a moan. Whitaker is expecting sounds of pain not pleasure. It felt so good having Daniel’s fingers play him like a fiddle. He stretched his arms and gripped the other end of the table, heart pounding erratically. Suddenly the delicious preparation stopped and his lover left him empty.
Daniel opened the velvet bag and pulled out the largest dildo.
James’ breath caught in his throat. They’d only used it once. It had elicited more curses than moans. Needless to say, that birthday night had not gone as Daniel had planned. He’d thought buying something bigger than his own cock would have been pleasurable for his lover. James’ middle squeezed. It had been a nice thought, but the polished hickory dildo had felt like it was going to tear him in two.
Daniel walked over and rubbed soothing circles on James’ back. “I know this is not your favorite thing.”
James swallowed.
“We can’t fake this. Whitaker would know.” Daniel kissed the back of his neck and whispered into his ear, “I’ll make it up to you.”
Daniel liberally applied the cream to the dildo. “Relax,” he said, his warm breath brushing against James’ hole. His ass quivered and he resisted the natural reflex to tighten as the tip of something cold and hard breached his entrance.
Daniel paused, and James focused on letting his muscles turn to cloth and making himself one with the blanket. When Daniel pushed the dildo in as far as he could without extra force James cried out.
“Good,” Daniel cooed. “Remember to relax.” After departing the bit of advice, his palm landed hard against James’ ass.
“Ahh!” He’d never been spanked before and was caught off guard by the intense sting. Daniel peppered both cheeks until his ass burned and he’d almost forgotten about the dildo filling him.
There was something intimate about being spanked that made him tingly. While it hurt, it was still Daniel’s hand connecting with his backside and it stirred his desire. He surrendered himself to the sensation grasping for any pleasure to be gained from the fiery agony.
Daniel’s next blow landed squarely on the toy driving it further inside his tight passage. James’ fingers clawed the table top. “Son of a bitch!”
He breathed, preparing himself for the next blow. Daniel struck again a little harder and the stiff dildo sank deeper.
“Oh, God,” James moaned, his eyes misting with tears. This was what he’d remembered, being stretched to near bursting.
Daniel continued to spank him, each time hammering the toy as if he was driving a nail.
James moaned and cried out, each protest growing louder. They both knew the dildo would fit without doing any damage beyond James being incredibly sore for a couple days, but at the moment the overwhelming pain was almost too much.
“Please, mercy,” James shouted after the last blow buried the wooden shaft to the hilt.
Daniel stopped and rubbed his hands across James’ trembling body. “Shh.” Soon kisses covered his sweaty face. “That was a nice touch,” he whispered, “begging at the end.”
James smiled despite the agony of the t
oy stretching him. “I wasn’t acting.”
Daniel kissed him again finding the sensitive spots on his neck and shoulders. He walked around the table and squatted down so he was face-to-face with him. James’ gaze went to the bulge in his lover’s trousers.
“That made you hard,” he rasped.
Daniel’s cheeks stained red. “Yes. Anytime I can get you naked makes me hard.”
James let out a weak laugh. “I could take care of that then.”
Daniel shook his head. “Later. Whitaker would know.”
James grunted. “He’ll know anyway.”
Daniel stood somewhat uncomfortably. “True, but it is better this way. Stay here. When I get back I’ll make it up to you.”
“Mmm, I’m not going anywhere.” Now that the dildo was seated the pain began to subside. His cock swelled as the discomfort gave way to pleasure. Still, his lover owed him. He turned his head and watched Daniel stroll to the barn door. “It better be good.”
“It will be,” Daniel replied and then went outside. Not bothering to shut the door behind him, James heard their conversation.
“I didn’t know you had it in you, Bronson,” Whitaker’s voice boomed.
“Guess you learn something every day,” Daniel replied in an icy tone. “Now leave.”
“After what James did to me you should at least try to be friendly.”
“Friendly? He didn’t even bloody your nose and you cut up his face pretty bad.”
“Guess I got lucky.”
“Perhaps.”
James held his breath. His lover didn’t need to provoke Whitaker.
“I still have work to do today and haven’t eaten yet. I’m sure you’ll have a meal waiting for you when you get home.”
“True,” Whitaker replied. “I’m sure my cook is keeping it warm for me. All right. I’ll see you around, Bronson. Keep an eye on that black devil of yours.”
Daniel returned to the barn and quickly eased the dildo out James’ ass and then filled him with more of the cream.
“That’s better,” James said.
“How are you doing?” his lover asked, helping him to a sitting position.
“Just fine…curious how you’re going to make it up to me. I saved you from getting your head bashed in, you know?”
“Most likely,” Daniel touched James’ chin, examining the cut. “Looks like your forehead clotted, thank goodness. Your mouth was really bloody earlier. Did you bite your tongue?”
“No. I think he loosened a couple teeth.”
“Damn.”
James shrugged. Nothing they could do about it. He swished his tongue around his mouth no longer tasting the acrid blood. A couple teeth wiggled where Whitaker had struck him, but for now they weren’t going to fall out.
His lover dropped to his knees, his attention snapping to James’ ebony rod. “If you don’t think it will hurt you too much…”
James’ heart warmed. Daniel didn’t like to suck cock. As a result he’d only experienced the wonderful sensation a handful of times.
“I like this idea,” James replied in a husky voice. He stood, holding his half-hard erection, eager for the handsome white man to suck him off.
“Once I take you inside me, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
James’ eyes widened. They’d never done that before. “Are you sure?”
Daniel’s face glowed with love and trust. “Yes.” His tongue snaked out and he licked James’ velvety head. The warm, wet caress brought every nerve to life and James’ cock heated and swelled.
“Fuck.” The novelty sensation felt so damn good all intelligent words failed him.
His lover tentatively tasted the pre-come leaking from the slit and then enveloped the head between his lips. The hesitant sucking reminded James how hard this was for Daniel. Slowly the sucking grew stronger, Daniel’s tongue teasing the underside of his member. His lover swallowed him a little at a time.
James locked eyes with Daniel encouraging him.
His cock throbbed eager to sink inside the moist cavern. Once he’d swallowed all of his length, Daniel briefly nodded giving him the go ahead.
Joy pulsing through him, James wrapped his hands around Daniel’s head and gently rocked his hips. If his lover changed his mind he wanted to know now. Once he got into rhythm he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop. He tilted Daniel’s head to get a better angle and began to fuck the man’s mouth in earnest. Taking control and burying himself with each thrust brought their connection into a clear focus. Even after all this time it was still growing stronger.
James moaned, his steady rhythm becoming faster and more erratic. Desire drove him hard, he needed to come in his lover’s mouth and mark him.
Slicked with sweat, his muscles contracted as the orgasm tore through him. Eyeing his dark cock nestled between Daniel’s lips; he emptied himself down the man’s throat. His hips thrust hard as he poured gush after gush.
Daniel did not try to back away. Face flushed, he swallowed all of his seed.
Thoughts hazy, James pulled out and helped Daniel to his feet, throwing his arms around his lover and holding him close. Words were not necessary. He felt both of their hearts thundering hard. He’d probably be sore all over tomorrow, but he wouldn’t trade this for anything.
Daniel broke the hold and James gazed into his eyes. “As long as I’m with you I promise to protect you from Whitaker no matter what the cost.”
To be continued….
Did you enjoy this story? Shiloh Saddler is primarily an erotic GLBT author and her favorite genre is M/M historical romance. You can check out her other titles wherever ebooks are sold. Most are set in the 19th century U.S. Also, expect the next installment of James and Daniel’s story in the fourth volume of Sexy to Go. See what happens when Daniel takes the cotton to market.
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Reunited
By Eva Lefoy
In last month’s episode, Casi returned to the woods once more, eager to reunite with Liam and Dahlia, but they weren’t there. Instead, she met another wolf shifter named Flint, aka Snake. They made love and mated, but Casi is under the false impression it doesn’t matter… She’s soon to learn her mistake. Mating is nothing like marriage. In fact, it’s so much more.
This month:
Casi runs from her new mate, Flint, determined to not take their so-called union seriously. But when the bond kicks in, she returns to his side and finds Dahlia and Liam have come back. In Dahlia’s arms, mating doesn’t seem so silly anymore…
Casi stared at the wolf-man above her in disbelief. “What do you mean I’m not going home?” Seriously, was the guy some sort of idiot? As Flint, aka Snake, stared deeply into her eyes, she had to wonder if she were the true idiot. Having sex with a guy she’d just met had to rank number one on the foolish things women do list. Worse, she’d done it twice now. What was it about these shifters that got her so excited?
“I mean,” Snake growled, “now that we’re mated, you belong with me.”
Funny, but she’d sort of pictured it the other way around. She’d allowed him to mate her, yes, but that meant she had some power in this new-fond relationship, too. He could shove his old-fashioned honeymoon right up his ass. Besides, nobody took marriage seriously anymore. The divorce rate hovering around fifty percent proved nobody stayed together for long these days. Her parents had split when she was nine. Her mother had remarried twice, neither of those working out either. Was it any wonder she refused to take a hastily spoken vow as a solemn promise?
“Look, Snake, I know you meant what you said but…”
His face fell, his eyes clouded and distant. “You didn’t.”
She swallowed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. The sex was great, but, it’s just… I don’t believe in love.” After saying the words, her throat constricted. Did she really mean them, or was it just bravado? If real love bit her on the ass, God knew she might not even recog
nize it and would probably send it out in the trash.
Snake didn’t say anything but his thumb swept over her cheekbone, leaving a trail of heat. “Wolves are different, sweetheart. We don’t make mistakes. You were meant to be mine. Born to be mine, and you already are.” He lowered his head and swept his mouth over her possessively. The heat of his kiss sank into her bones, smoothing her arguments away.
She sighed into the kiss, wanting more of his soothing protection. It made her feel womanly but also part of something larger than herself. Like she belonged. A familiar ache started in her chest and she wondered if perhaps in some crazy way she’d done herself a favor mating Snake.
He lifted his head, his lips parting from hers slowly, as if they could not bear the absence. Mouth hovering above hers, he whispered, “That’s it. Reach down in there for me. See the truth. This couldn’t have happened any other way, Casi. Our mates are predestined. Tell me you feel it, too.”
Jesus, his lines were sounding like some campy late night TV women-in-jeopardy knock-off. Tearing away from the very feelings he wanted her to acknowledged, she punched at his chest and then rolled out from under him. “Like hell, Snake. I don’t believe that crap and neither should you.” She snatched up her underwear and bra, and then floated her dress over her head. She didn’t bother with the shoes. “I’m going home, Snake. And don’t follow me or anything creepy like that, all right?”
She expected him to protest, but he stood a few feet away from her calm as a still sea, except for his eyes. They blazed with fire and a cool certainty she’d never seen before. One that made her think Snake had all the answers, and she possessed none. The sensation rankled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
When he didn’t answer, she spun around in a huff and stalked toward the trail.
He called after her, and she heard the longing in his tone. “I will wait for your return.”