by Lynn Stark
Colt took him to a table at the rear of the room. A nude woman wearing a collar around her neck walked up to their table. She greeted them in a subdued manner, though there was a smile on her ruby red lips.
“My usual,” Colt told her. He turned to Avery. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Water with lemon,” Avery said, his eyes glued to the woman’s naked little pussy.
It made him think of Clarissa and Bliss and their sweet little pussies. His cock ached and his balls were probably turning blue.
“I’ll be right back with your drinks,” the woman told him and turned so he could admire her shapely ass as she walked away on impossibly high heels.
“I feel really guilty right now,” he confessed to Colt, his cheeks hot.
“Why? The human body was made to be admired. Wanting to fuck her and actually fucking her are two very different things. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to shove your cock deep inside her pussy until you’re both screaming with pleasure. I would be worried about you if you didn’t want to. And you do, don’t you?”
Avery thought melting and sliding under the table would be a good way to avoid Colt’s almost brutal candor. Then he thought he should start getting used to it, because he didn’t think the man would change.
“Yes, I want to fuck her. But I’d be willing to fuck a hole in the wall right now, too.”
Colt threw his head back and laughed, which made several people at other tables turn to look at him. Avery was relieved there was no one involved in a scene on the stage. That would have been embarrassing as hell. But the people smiled and went back to their own conversations. As he looked around more closely he noted that some people were on their knees, waiting submissively on the ends of leashes as their masters socialized. One man was kneeling on the floor, ass in the air, as his mistress rested her foot on it. He was slightly confused as to how he felt about the whole Dominant/submissive lifestyle. Personally, he couldn’t be anyone’s footstool. It was okay for others. He’d never say otherwise. Everyone had a kink.
One part of him wouldn’t mind being completely under Colt’s control. Another part felt like rebelling. He had never been very submissive in his life. Giving up everything to the other man was a foreign thought.
Still, their first time together, when Colt had bound him in his strong arms, holding him tight as he fucked him, had sent Avery to the moon and back. Yeah, that had been good. Did that mean he wanted Colt to dominate him?
If his aching cock’s reaction to the thought was anything to go by, Avery wasn’t completely averse to the idea. Interesting.
When the woman returned with their drinks Avery drank it down while keeping his eyes averted. The torture for him wasn’t over, however, as there was suddenly something happening on the stage.
“Would you like another glass of water?” Colt asked as he reached for Avery’s hand. Their fingers intertwined, making his heart pound hard with anticipation. He nodded jerkily, his eyes glued to the woman being secured to a large wooden X. “Have you ever been in a dungeon before?”
Avery shook his head. “Never. Does she like that?”
“Yes, she does. She and her Dom will have discussed the scene at length. They will have established the boundaries, the soft and hard limits. She has a safe word and if she uses it, he will stop.”
“Always?”
“Always. It’s his duty to respect her. It’s his duty to care for her, otherwise there is no true relationship between them and he is simply being abusive.”
“Do they do this at home, too?”
“Most do.”
“What if one of these subs, male or female, is truly being abused? How can they get help?”
He turned his head as he asked this and saw the transformation of Colt’s features. The handsome face took on a severe, hard edge. The dark eyes glittered dangerously. Avery shivered, knowing he never wanted to have that cold emotion turned on him. Lethal was written all over him.
“Then the abuser would have to deal with me. Every sub who comes in here knows that I, and others here I’ve designated, are here to help them. I don’t tolerate abuse of any kind.”
Avery’s fingers tightened on Colt’s, comforting the other man. He could see just how distressed he was just thinking about it. After a moment Colt relaxed, shaking off the emotion. He turned toward Avery. His dark eyes were gentle and filled with love.
“Do you want to watch?”
“Maybe another time. It’s not really my thing. But I’d like to learn more about it all later. Do you have a playroom at home?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’d probably just like to watch there, if that’s okay.” He glanced around.
“It’s more than okay. Come along. I’ll show you my office.”
Colt held Avery close to his side as they left the dungeon. More people were coming in. There was a lot of leather and a lot of bare skin. All of the subs were naked, wearing only collars. There were men and women on leashes. There were men and women holding the ends of those leashes. He felt sympathy pains when one firm male ass was slapped with a crop. His cock twitched. The damn thing hadn’t gone soft in almost an hour and he wondered if he was going to be damaged. The thought had him worrying, but he was soon distracted again by Colt’s office.
The walls were a dark gray, the furniture was sleek and black with brushed silver metal framework. There was a long sofa and two armless chairs covered in black leather in front of his desk. Six black and white photographs of vintage airplanes were on the walls. A younger Colt and a man he guessed was his father was standing with him beside a biplane.
“I take it you like planes.”
“Yes. I got my pilot’s license as soon as I could. I’ll take you up sometime.”
“Cool. I’ve never been in a plane before.”
“We’ll have to change that. I’ll take you one day soon.” They walked toward a door. “Come here, baby. I have something else I want to show you.”
The something else was a bedroom. Like the office it was connected to, it was sleek, modern, with little decoration. Avery was drawn to the huge bed like a moth to flame. He knew what was about to happen and he had absolutely no problem with it. In fact, if Colt changed his mind he just might hurt the man.
“Have you ever been topped?”
Shocked that he’d asked the question, Avery could only stare in horror at Colt. Why had he asked such a question of an obviously dominant man? But instead of getting angry or offended, the man’s lips twitched. They were beautiful lips. Chiseled, slightly full where they needed to be, they were lips he wanted to kiss over and over until his own lips wore out.
“Actually, I have.”
If Colt had slapped him he wouldn’t have been more surprised. Avery blinked. “You have? Wow, I just can’t picture that. I thought men like you never bottomed.”
Colt began unbuttoning his shirt. He had already toed out of his shoes and placed them against the wall. “Well, it has been a while. More than twenty years. A good friend and I were lovers in our teens. Though he is as dominant as I am, we were very into discovering everything we could about sex.” A husky laugh escaped him. There was definitely a look of love on the guy’s face now and Avery didn’t know how he felt about that. “There was a lot to discover, too.”
A growl escaped Avery’s throat. He started in surprise, and then blushed hotly when a dark, arched brow rose as Colt looked at him. “Uh, that might have been a little jealousy coming out.”
“I’m glad you’re jealous, baby. But here’s something for you to think about.”
“What?” he asked when Colt paused, a chuckle escaping him at the eager note in Avery’s voice. “What do you want to tell me?”
“You can think about Logan tying me up and fucking me until his cock fell off.”
“Logan? My boss, Logan?”
Oh, his own cock nearly fell off at the image those words conjured up. To think of the two big, dangerous Alpha males fucking each othe
r was about as hot as anything he could have thought up on his own.
“Yes, your boss, Logan.”
“He won’t mind that you told me?”
“Not at all.” Cufflinks were removed and placed in a dish on the top of the only dresser in the room. He watched as Colt peeled the shirt off as he talked. His mouth began salivating as he watched each inch of gloriously muscled flesh being revealed. Broad shoulders, a wide chest, and arms, all with just the right amount of muscle, came into view. The man’s abs were hard and rippled in the most delicious manner. “We didn’t do anything to be ashamed of. And his wife and partners know. There really aren’t very many secrets in Silver.” Dark eyes moved over him. “Are you planning on undressing? Or do you want me to do it?”
Avery didn’t have to be asked twice. Or maybe that was twice. But, still, anyway around it he felt kinda stupid for just standing there staring at the guy. He jerked his clothes off, realizing he had never removed his outer coat as Colt had. He tossed his hat onto a chair then sat down on the edge of the bed to pull off his boots. Now that he was on the nice carpeting he felt guilty for wearing them. Not that they were covered with shit. Still, they were work boots and the carpet looked expensive and very clean.
“Come here, baby. Let me do that.”
On his feet once again, Avery stood there as Colt pulled his shirt and the thermal shirt under it, over his head. After he folded them neatly and set them aside, he returned to begin opening the front of his jeans. Strong fingers deftly worked the button through the hole. Then they were dragging down the tab. Slowly. Colt worked it down over his erection, which wasn’t easing up any as his free hand was stroking Avery through the worn denim.
A few excruciating seconds later he was standing there in his boxer briefs, his engorged cock ready to burst through and shout boo at the guy. He was so very close to coming he had to close his eyes and take deep breaths.
That was working until Colt began playing with his nipple rings. Avery’s head fell back and he closed his eyes as all sorts of wondrous sensations began spreading through his body. He moaned, his body trembling, as the rings were tugged firmly. When Colt’s mouth came in contact with the side of his neck he moaned again and reached for the man to steady himself. His entire world was beginning to spin.
Warm lips kissed. The tip of a tongue stroked a long line from his collarbone to behind his ear. Avery shivered and tried to press himself closer to Colt. Pre-cum was leaking from his cock. His balls were tight to his body. His fingers curled into impossibly hard muscles.
Avery was guided back toward the bed. When his legs hit it he fell back. He opened his eyes in time to watch as Colt stripped away his underwear.
“I prefer you in lace, baby. There’s a shop here in town. I’ll take you there. I’ll have the owners design a whole closet full of beautiful things for you to wear. Oh, fuck, I could come just thinking about your beautiful cock showing through lace, begging for me to unwrap it like the most tempting gift ever.”
Groaning, Avery closed his eyes as his cock erupted. It was inevitable. It was unavoidable. The picture Colt had painted was so erotic. But what was even sexier was how accepting his loves, his lovers were, of his desire to wear sexy female lingerie.
When Avery realized Colt’s mouth was there to catch his release, sucking his cock to the back of his throat his hips bucked violently. Strong hands held his thighs as the man sucked every last drop of silky cum from his quickly flagging flesh.
Boneless, he stared at the ceiling as Colt pressed small kisses to his thighs, his balls…his reviving cock. “Mm, someone likes what I’m doing.”
“Someone loves what you’re doing to them.”
Watching as a smiling Colt moved up the bed, Avery waited anxiously for what would happen next. He was willing to just lay there and let the other man work his magic on him. When he heard a jingle of metal over his head he tipped it back to see a pair of handcuffs attached to the headboard. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what Colt wanted of him.
It only took a moment. Though he didn’t think he could enjoy getting strapped down and whipped, handcuffs were another thing altogether. Being restrained as Colt made love to him seemed like a just about perfect idea to Avery. He put his hands over his head. A moment later the handcuffs were around his wrists. He pulled, testing them, even as Colt smiled down at him.
“How do they feel?”
“Okay.”
Firm lips kissed the tip of his nose. The tender gesture just about made Avery’s heart explode with love.
“I know we’re only using handcuffs, but I want you to give me a safe word. You’re to use it if I ever do something you’re not comfortable with, if I hurt you, or you have simply changed your mind. I will stop immediately and without questioning your reason. Do you understand?”
Avery nodded. “Yes.” He thought for a moment, and then said with a smile. “Horses.”
“Horses it is.”
Chapter Nine
Avery didn’t have a chance to use his safe word. The violent pounding on the bedroom door startled both him and the man leaning over him with a seductive smile and love in his eyes.
“Colt, do you have Avery in there? We got a call that he might have been kidnapped.”
Groaning, Colt rolled away from him and off the bed. He covered him with a blanket and reached over him for a moment to release the cuffs. Avery yanked the blanket up to his chin and stared at Colt’s beautiful, sculpted ass as he crossed the room and answered the door.
There was a tall man standing there with a dark western-style hat on his head and badge on his coat. It was the sheriff. He and his brothers had met him a few days before. The man liked knowing who was coming into Silver.
“What the fuck do you want, Gray?”
“I’m just checking on Avery’s safety.” Green eyes moved past Colt to Avery. He fought against the urge to cover his head completely. “Doing okay there, Avery?”
His voice came out in a croak. “Just great. Thanks, Sheriff.”
“That’s good. Your brother called in a panic. He said your truck and your phone were still in front of the house and that you’d left a couple hours ago.”
Shit. Why hadn’t he thought to tell Tristan he was leaving with Colt? Well, that was easy enough to answer. The moment he had gotten in the SUV with Colt his brain had turned to mush. He hadn’t given another thought to anything else. Including what his brother would think of his abandoned truck. With all that was going on in their lives it was something he shouldn’t have let happen. He’d call Tristan and Alex, because their brother would have called the other, and apologize to them.
Right after he could get out of the bed with his dignity intact. Avery wondered how Colt could stand there naked, with his cock as hard as it possibly could be, without even having the decency to blush.
Colt began closing the door. The huge sheriff began backing up, a grin spreading across his handsome face. “Avery will call his brothers as soon as you leave. Thank you for checking up on him. Now go.”
The sheriff laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m out of here.”
The door closed firmly after the laughing lawman. Avery wriggled under the blanket, staring at Colt. The man seemed as amused as the other guy. He glared at him and held the blanket in place when Colt lowered himself to the bed beside him.
When he pulled at the covering Avery held on. “Come on, beautiful. The big bad wolf is gone. Let me see what you’re hiding under there.”
What he was hiding was a swiftly hardening cock. The man had only to close the door and it began perking right back up. He shook his head, pressing his lips together as he stared into eyes he suddenly realized were a very dark blue. He never realized eyes came in that color and thought it was sexy as hell. Then again, maybe they were contacts.
“I have to call my brothers,” he reminded him weakly, breathlessly.
Colt chuckled, his expression soft and filled with love. “Later. Gray will have called them by no
w. They won’t worry anymore.”
A hand unerringly found his cock through the blanket, causing him to tremble with pleasure. Colt lowered his head to begin nuzzling his neck. Avery moaned and tipped his head to the side, giving the man all the access he wanted. Warm lips trailed soft kisses over his skin. The tip of his tongue made a wet path over it. The fingers stroking his cock curled around it, cocooning it in the blanket, before they began stroking it slowly but firmly. Avery melted into the sheets.
“Put your hands over your head,” Colt whispered, nibbling at his earlobe with strong teeth. Avery hissed when they bit down. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to get his attention. When Avery did as he was told his wrists were locked back into the handcuffs and the blanket was pushed away. “I am going to make love to my beautiful man now. I never again want you to doubt how much you mean to me.”
Colt left the bed for a moment, returning with a condom and lube. Avery watched as he tore open the foil packet then rolled it down the length of his large cock. The next time he would do it for him. To have all that hard flesh in his hands would be exciting. Just the thought was enough to send flaring heat racing through his veins. He could lick and kiss Colt’s cock, tracing the thick, twisting veins with his tongue, and then back up around the wide head, flicking the tip of his tongue into the little slit. A moan escaped his lips.
“Someone is having naughty thoughts,” Colt teased. He lowered his hand between Avery’s thighs, caressing his smooth balls. Another moan left his lips as he watched the man stroke his body from thigh to nipple. One finger flicked first one golden ring then the other. “Tell me.”
Avery licked his lips and saw the fire flare in Colt’s eyes. “I was thinking about how much I want to lick and suck your cock.”
A smile curved sculptured lips. “It will all happen in good time, my love.”