“All three over the years, lots of other critters too. I like the peace of being on my own.”
Landry sipped his water, wetting his lips to a shade of dark red. A drop escaped and trickled down his chin. “Don’t you get lonely?”
“I like my own company,” Gage admitted. “Though sometimes I think it would be nice to have someone to share the privacy with.” Something in his expression must have triggered a response in Landry because he blushed, the pink on his cheeks visible even in the dim light.
“What were you just thinking about?” Gage asked.
“Um… I think it’s a bit early in the evening to be talking about my fantasies, don’t you?”
Gage shrugged. “I can just torture it out of you later.” He watched Landry’s pretty lips form an ‘O’ shape. It took a lot of effort to keep a straight face. “See the chair next to you? Take a closer look at the seat.”
Landry prodded at the cushion until he discovered the swivel mechanism. The entire seat flipped over to reveal a rubber dildo fixed to the wooden surface. “Oh my…”
“A nice accompaniment to the dessert course.”
Landry gulped. “I don’t think I could…”
“But it won’t be your choice, will it?”
“No, Sir.” Landry’s gaze was firmly fixed to the dildo.
“Look at me, Landry.” Gage gave him a few seconds then tilted his chin up. “I’ll never ask you to do anything you don’t want to. I know you have a safe word and I expect you to use it if you need to, especially while we’re getting to know each other. I have no idea of your boundaries yet, and though I’m not averse to pushing you over them, I don’t get off on scaring people.”
The tension disappeared from Landry’s shoulders. “I’m glad. But I wasn’t scared.”
“No?”
“Nope. Turned on waaaay too much.” Landry slipped a hand under the table.
“Are you touching something you shouldn’t?”
“No, Sir? I mean, I am touching something and it feels really nice in a frustrating, this-cock-ring-is-too-tight kind of way, but you didn’t say I couldn’t, so…”
“Stop touching, Landry. That pout won’t get you anywhere with me.” Landry’s lip jutted even further but he put his hands on the table.
“So we’re clear, what is your safe word?”
“Words. Ming Dynasty.”
Gage stared at him. “I got nothing. I’m afraid to ask…”
“Because ancient porcelain is fragile and sensitive to extreme conditions. Like me.”
“You. Fragile. Not my first impression.”
“I’m fragile when my ass is getting whipped. I’m not into extreme pain.”
“Me either. Though a good paddling or spanking can be satisfying for all involved.”
Landry’s eyes got a bit glazed and he licked his lips.
“Focus, Landry.”
“What? Oh, sorry…I zoned out there a little, didn’t I? When you say things like that, my balls get bluer. I’m guessing powder blue at the moment.”
“Plenty of shades to get through yet then. Oh great, here’s our first course.”
Landry’s fidgeting made Gage smile. He’d have a quiet word with Mitch and request some restraints for later. Stiff leather ones.
Chapter Five
Landry dipped a piece of flatbread into a dish of oil. As he ate it, the oil coated his lips. “Mmm, this is good stuff. I’m no expert, but I can tell high-quality virgin olive oil when I taste it.”
Gage brushed a crumb of bread from the corner of Landry’s mouth. “The starter is even better. King prawns fried in Diego’s secret recipe batter, served with sweet chili sauce, hot enough to make your lips sting.”
“That sounds fantastic. I adore seafood.” Landry reached for a prawn, only to have his hand slapped away. Gage picked one up instead, dipped it in the translucent red sauce then held it to Landry’s lips. Landry hesitated a second before taking a bite. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being fed, but the delicate batter melted on his tongue and the succulent prawn beneath dissolved any reservations he might have had. A second or two later, the chili sauce hit his taste buds, leaving fire in its wake. “Wow!” He parted his lips like a baby bird asking for more and Gage obliged, feeding him several prawns before taking any for himself.
“Those were a great choice.” Landry took a few swallows of water. He prodded the pile of cast-off prawn tails. “Oh, they’re all gone.”
“You need to keep some room for the main course,” Gage said, smiling. “I do like a man with healthy appetites.”
“Are we still talking about food here, or did you just pluralize by mistake?”
“I don’t know, are we?”
Landry shivered. Gage affected him in a way he hadn’t experienced before. A word, his tone, a glance… Each was capable of dissolving Landry’s brain cells and sending all his blood rushing south. It was frightening in a nerve-tingling, exciting way. For once, he had no idea what to say.
“Let’s enjoy the food for now,” Gage said, as Mitch arrived with the next course. He cleared the used dishes and left finger bowls of warm water, which Gage made use of. There was an assortment of plates, each heaped with fragrant selections. Landry identified two kinds of fish, a chicken dish and something made with a mixture of wild mushrooms. Everything looked fantastic and he didn’t know where to start. He waited, wondering if Gage would insist on feeding him again, but Gage handed him a fork.
“Dig in. I thought the tasting menu would suit us as I didn’t know what your favorites might be. These are all Diego’s specialties and I can recommend every single one of them. Try them all or he’ll be upset.”
“Which one is your favorite?”
“All of them.” Gage’s fork hovered over the chicken dish. “But if I had to pick, then this one would probably edge out the others. It has saffron in it and I don’t know how he does it, but Diego manages to flavor the rice to perfection. I’d like to have a go at recreating the recipe but he won’t tell me the secret ingredients.”
“And there was me thinking detectives were trained in interrogation techniques.” Landry took a forkful of the chicken and chewed slowly. He moaned. “Oh my God, this is miraculous.”
“We are. But as Mitch will happily tell you, Diego’s more stubborn than a cranky mule.”
Landry shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t care what’s in it. I just want to eat it.” He dug in, intent on tasting all the dishes. Communication was reduced to vague, orgasmic mumblings. There wasn’t anything he didn’t like and between them, he and Gage cleared every plate. Landry sat back in his seat, rubbing his belly. “My stomach thinks I’ve died and gone to heaven. Thank you for bringing me here, Gage. It’s a special place and it means a lot that you shared it with me.”
“Maybe I think you’re worth it,” Gage mumbled.
“Did you just pay me a sort of compliment?” Landry asked, trying not to laugh. Gage apparently fulfilled every male stereotype when it came to voicing his feelings.
“Absolutely not. Do you have room for dessert?”
“If the sweets are as good as the other courses were, I’ll fit one in. Besides, I’ll save on groceries because I’m not gonna need to eat for the rest of the week.”
The curtains rustled and, right on cue, Mitch appeared. “I thought you guys might be about ready for me to clear. For dessert, we have a choice of bitter chocolate mousse with mint chocolate spears, cherry pie with home-made vanilla ice cream or Eton mess, which is British and from what I can tell, consists of smashed meringue, fruit and enormous quantities of whipped cream. I’m hoping there will be some of that left over for me.”
“We’ll take the chocolate mousse,” Gage said before whispering something Landry couldn’t quite catch into Mitch’s ear. Mitch grinned before making his way back down the stairs.
“How did you know the mousse would be my favorite?” Landry asked.
“Detective, remember?”
“You use that line
a lot, don’t you?”
“It comes in handy.”
Landry was getting fidgety. His dick ached and Gage’s growly tones weren’t helping him control his libido. A home run was getting more and more likely. Landry clenched his ass muscles. It had been far too long since he’d been filled with anything other than a plug and he’d bet a few dollars that Gage was in proportion in all the right places.
“What are you thinking about?” Gage interrupted his daydreams. “Your eyes got all glazed for a minute there.”
“Mousse?” There was no way Landry was going to admit to his actual thoughts.
“Bullshit. I’ll let it slide for now…but I will find out what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
“Patronizing much? Wait…you think I’m pretty?” Landry nibbled on his lower lip.
“I think you need a damn good spanking. That’s what I was thinking about.”
That made Landry fidget even more. “You’re very forward for a first date.”
“Second date, and I don’t see the point in obfuscation.”
Landry gaped. “Did you swallow a dictionary along with the main course?”
“I like to do crossword puzzles on stakeouts. It passes the time.”
Landry fiddled with his napkin. It seemed Gage was a man of many layers and a smart remark didn’t feel appropriate. The curtain swung aside and Mitch appeared carrying a glass bowl heaped with mousse studded with the promised mint chocolate spears. Landry’s mouth watered. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for chocolate. Mitch placed the bowl on the table. Next to it he laid two sets of handcuffs. He gave Landry a wink before retreating down the stairs.
Landry eyed Gage. “What are you intending to do with those?”
“Well they aren’t for using on me.” Gage rose from his seat and grabbed the cuffs. He locked one bracelet of each set around the bars on either side of Landry’s head. Lifting Landry’s right arm, Gage slipped a cuff around Landry’s wrist. He gave him ample opportunity to resist but Landry remained passive.
“My mom always said my curiosity would get me into trouble one day,” Landry whined. Gage imprisoned his other wrist and Landry gave an experimental tug on the cuffs.
“She was right. That’s much better.” Gage shifted the table to one side of the booth, leaving a clear space in front of Landry’s legs. He put the bowl of mousse on the floor before sinking to his knees. Landry’s heart pounded. It’s not possible that he’s going to do what I’m imagining, is it? Doms don’t get on their knees and they don’t… His thoughts were interrupted by the lowering of his zipper and Gage’s wicked, wicked grin. Landry’s ringed cock sprang to attention, bobbing with sheer joy at the unexpected freedom. A few tugs is all I need… Landry yanked on the cuffs but his hands were closer to his ears than his cock. He moaned in frustration. Humping the seat didn’t help, nor did squeezing his thighs together. Gage watched him struggle, smirking.
“You’re evil.” Landry scowled but when Gage presented a spoonful of mousse to his lips, he opened obediently. “Oh, that’s…more, please!” Gage fed him until more than half the bowl had disappeared, then he used the spoon to smear a dollop over the head of Landry’s cock. Stunned, Landry could do nothing but watch as Gage licked him from root to tip, gathering the decadent mousse onto his tongue.
“Mmm. Tasty.”
“Oh my God!” Landry’s cock jerked.
“This may take a while.” Gage took his own sweet time working his way through the rest of the dessert, scooping, licking and sucking until Landry had tears rolling down his face.
“Please! Gage…Sir!”
Despite Landry’s increasingly desperate begging, Gage didn’t relent until all the mousse was gone. Then he eased the ring from the base of Landry’s cock.
“You have a choice.”
“You want a conversation now?”
“Evil, remember? Now pay attention. Three options. One—I put the cock ring back on and you don’t get to come until I drop you off at home later.”
Landry whimpered. “So evil.”
“Option two—my hand. On condition that our next date happens at the club and I give you a public spanking. Or option three—my mouth, but tomorrow I lock your pretty dick in a cock cage, which doesn’t come off until our next date.” Gage rubbed his thumb over the head of Landry’s weeping cock. “One, two or three, Landry. Take too long and I’ll choose for you.”
Landry had no doubt Gage meant every word. He also knew there was no way he could wait until he got home. He had to come. It was imperative. He weighed the other options as best he could, considering ninety-nine percent of his attention was on his aching balls. “Three! You’re an utter bastard, you know that, don’t you?”
Gage plunged his mouth over Landry’s shaft, taking his whole length without hesitation. Landry’s cock hit the back of Gage’s throat and Gage swallowed. Landry screamed, yanking on both set of handcuffs, the metal digging into his wrists. Gage sucked, letting his teeth scrape the smallest amount. Landry threw back his head, his orgasm intense and overwhelming. He sobbed through several full-body shudders, spurting into Gage’s mouth. When he was done, Gage licked his lips then got to his feet.
“Delicious.” He released the handcuffs before drawing Landry onto his lap, holding him close. “You’re shaking.”
“You think?”
Gage chuckled. “Still a brat.” He tucked Landry’s cock into his pants. Landry did the zipper himself.
“What about you, Gage? I’m not some selfish, self-obsessed princess. I can…”
“You can sit there and stop talking. Pretty sure Mitch will have a nice selection of gags and there’s bound to be one I like.”
“You’re unbelievable.” Landry snuggled against Gage’s chest. He patted a pec. “Could do with a bit more cushioning for optimum comfort, but muscles work for me too.”
“I’m so glad.”
“Um, you’re vibrating.”
“Fuck. That’s my phone.” Gage groped in his pocket, nudging Landry’s rear as he did.
“Stop feeling me up.”
“Hey, I can multi-task.” Gage dragged his phone out. “Roskam.” He listened for a few seconds. “Well, fuck. I’ll be there in thirty.” He disconnected.
“I guess our date is over,” Landry said.
“Sorry but yes. I’ll take you home on the way.”
“Hazard of dating a cop, I suppose.” Landry nuzzled Gage’s neck, breathing in his scent. “I was so gonna put out for you.” He patted Gage’s bulging crotch. “Is this uncomfortable?”
“You little…” Gage hoisted Landry off his lap. “Just you wait until tomorrow.”
Landry gulped. He should know better than to play with matches near flammable material. “I can get a cab home if it’s easier.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” Gage pushed aside the curtain around their booth then led Landry down the stairs. He waved Mitch over. “We gotta run, buddy. I got called in. Thanks for a fantastic meal. You’ll tell Diego?”
“Sure I will.” Mitch waved away Gage’s credit card. “I know where you live. Call in next time you’re passing and not in a rush to be somewhere else. You can pay then. I have hungry kinksters to feed. It was great to meet you, Landry. Don’t let this big lug intimidate you. He’s a kitty cat under that rough exterior.”
Landry grinned. “I won’t.”
“Less of the ‘rough’, please.” Gage manhandled Landry toward the door. “And stop making puppy eyes at the other diners, brat.”
“I wasn’t!” Landry protested. “Though there are some super-hawt guys in here now you mention it.”
“I didn’t mention it. Out!” They were followed by snorts of laughter and applause. “One night with you and my reputation is ruined,” Gage grumbled, but he still put his arm around Landry’s shoulders as they walked back to the Jeep.
Landry settled into his seat with a sigh of contentment. “You’re going to have to work hard to beat th
at when it comes to our next date. The food was incredible and the setting was perfect. Dessert was sublime. Thank you.”
“I wish we could take the evening to a much more interesting conclusion.”
Landry wasn’t ready for the night to end either but he could be a grown-up. “It sucks big hairy donkey balls that you have to go but I would never get between you and your job. Just don’t get dead while you’re doing it.”
“Is that an order?” Gage sounded amused.
Landry thought about it. “Yes. Because it wouldn’t be fair.”
“On you?”
“No, on you, because you would never have had the chance to get up close and personal with my exceptionally cute butt and that would be tragic.” He ignored Gage’s exasperated sigh. “Are you allowed to tell me where you’re going or is it all secret squirrel stuff?”
“Secret what?”
“Squirrel. You know, small, furry, big fluffy tail, comes in red and gray varieties.”
“I know what a squirrel is.”
“But you don’t watch cartoons?”
“Not since my balls dropped, no.”
“Secret Squirrel is one of my favorites. I like Hong Kong Phooey too. I could introduce you to grown-up stuff as well. Have you ever seen Archer?”
“I don’t watch much TV and how did we get here? Navigating your conversation is like finding my way around a maize maze.”
“Ooh, have you ever done one of those? I think it would be romantic to get lost together then find the middle and indulge in some celebratory kissing. So long as the walls don’t move. Have you seen Harry Potter? Tell me you have. Oh my God, you haven’t! There’s a scene in a maze…never mind, what about Labyrinth? David Bowie in long boots and really tight pants?”
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
“I think I’m going to cry.”
“Then our next date should be on your sofa and you can educate me in the ways of maze-related films.” Gage swung into a space at the front of Treasure Trove. “I’ll walk you in.”
“There’s no need.” Landry scrambled out of the Jeep. Gage was right behind him and even though Landry had said not to bother, Gage’s overprotectiveness made Landry’s insides go squishy. He unlocked the door before turning into Gage’s arms.
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