by VJ Summers
Thomas watched him quietly, expression detached, as Ryan fumbled into his clothes, then reached up and brushed the hair from his eyes. Ryan tried, without much success, to suppress the shiver that rippled through him at Thomas’ touch.
“Happy Birthday, beautiful.” The Dom leaned closer, pressed a gentle, almost tender kiss on his forehead. “I hope it was everything you were looking for.”
“Everything,” he whispered. “More.”
Thomas nodded, eyes dark and inscrutable. With a final stroke of his fingers through Ryan’s hair and a faint, crooked smile, he turned and walked away.
He didn’t look back.
Make a Wish
Ryan leaned back against the bar, silently surveying the decadence that was Friday night at The Iron Mask. This time, the blatant displays of Domination and submission, even of sadomasochism, didn’t unnerve him. What unnerved him was his own yearning, not because he wanted to be Dominated, but because he wanted to be Dominated by one particular Master.
Not a “Sir”. A Master.
He’d done as Thomas instructed, mostly. He’d gone home and slept, and then he’d thought about things. He’d thought about the snap and bite in Thomas’ voice when Ryan had failed to follow directions quickly enough. He’d thought about the crack of fire with each blow of Thomas’ hand across his ass.
He’d thought, almost incessantly, about the weight of Thomas against his back, the stretch of that thick, curved cock in his mouth, in his ass, stretching him wide and spearing him deep, and thought he’d spontaneously combust. He hadn’t jerked off this much since he’d first realized what his dick was for.
He’d thought about playing with other Doms, and it left him cold.
He didn’t particularly expect Thomas to be here tonight. Tristan had said he’d never seen the man before, and Tris spent most weekends at The Mask. Still, Ryan couldn’t help but hope.
There were other Sirs to be had, he told himself. If Thomas didn’t show up, Ryan knew he could find someone to help him explore the dark room in his soul that Thomas had unlocked. If he didn’t want some random someone, well, he’d get over it in time.
He was folding and refolding a bar napkin in increasingly tiny squares when he felt it—a zap of electricity that seemed to shoot across the floor and rock him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He half expected his hair was standing on end.
Thomas was standing near the entryway, the intermittent colored lights glinting on his shaggy golden hair. His gaze was locked on Ryan, and any lie Ryan had told himself about not getting his expectations up, of finding another Sir, withered away. He didn’t understand it, didn’t have a grasp on it yet, but with the instinctive knowledge of a wild thing, Ryan knew that his submission belonged to Thomas. No waffling. No questions.
Thomas didn’t look happy as he crossed the floor toward Ryan. He didn’t smile or acknowledge any of the greetings he received with more than an absent nod as he stalked toward Ryan. He also didn’t take his gaze from Ryan’s face.
He stopped when there were about six feet between them and raised that eloquent brow.
Ryan drank in the sight of his Master for one more moment. His body was moving, though. He was standing in front of Thomas before he realized what he was doing, dropping to his knees with a grace born of hours of practice during a week of restless, sleepless nights.
Slipping into his display position was like slipping into his own skin. When Thomas’ hand landed on his head, long fingers threading through his hair, Ryan swore he heard a click, heard all the pieces falling into place.
“So much for no attachments.” There was resignation in that rough-velvet voice, but also humor.
“I can’t say I’m sorry, Master. I’m not.”
Thomas’ breath hitched at the word Master, just enough for Ryan to hear it, to feel it in the slight movement of Thomas’ hand in his hair.
“I’m not sorry, either, beautiful.” A long, rough sigh. “Not really.”
Ryan let out a breath. His shoulders relaxed just a fraction.
“Are you ready to begin?”
“I’m ready, Master.”
So very, very ready.
About VJ Summers
When not working the EDJfH (Evil Day Job from Hell), obsessing over whether her parents are getting enough to eat, obsessing that her kid is sexting the boyfriend, making coffee, drinking coffee or feeding the two cats who allow her to live with them, VJ can be found reading or writing erotic romance—either solo as m/m author VJ Summers, or as the shorter, more quiet half of the “Violet Summers” writing team (the tall half is Sierra Summers).
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