Dreamspinner Press Year Three Greatest Hits

by Jenna Hilary Sinclair

  It dawned on him that this was exactly what Damian wanted. It was difficult for him, but he managed to do it.

  “Very pretty, pet,” Damian praised him, and Nick arched imperceptibly, proud that he’d pleased the older man.

  Nevertheless, it was shaping up to be a long day for Nick.

  AFTER A delicious afternoon of teasing his pet with random touches and an occasional swat, Damian wrapped up his work and was surprised to discover that he’d actually accomplished more than he’d hoped to.

  “Well, pet,” he drawled. “Today was quite a treat for me. And tonight I have a treat for you. Please put these on. Leave the collar and cuffs on.”

  Nick was instantly quivering with apprehension, wondering what Damian was going to require of him next.

  “Yes, sir,” he said softly. He rose to pick up the pile of clothing Damian had set on the desk. His eyes flew to Damian’s questioningly. “I’m supposed to wear this out?”

  “Sir,” Damian suggested firmly.

  “Sir, I’m supposed to wear these out?” Nick repeated. He really didn’t want to go anywhere public dressed like this. And in the collar and cuffs!

  “Yes, pet. And why do you suppose that is?”

  “Because you say so, sir,” Nick said with anxious resignation.

  “Get dressed.”

  Nick pulled on the dark red leather pants he had modeled in the catalog. He’d forgotten just how low they sat on his hips and how tight they were. He buttoned the thin, white silk shirt to his throat, remembering when Damian had made him wear the collar under his shirt to the restaurant. He started to tuck the shirt into the tight trousers when Damian came over to him.

  “No, pet,” he scolded. “Not like that.”

  Damian pulled the shirt free, so that it hung loose over the trousers, and unbuttoned most of the buttons, exposing the collar and the smooth, golden chest. He left two buttons intact, just at Nick’s waist. Nick didn’t want to look down, afraid that when he moved, the dark trail that led down to his pants would show. Damian rolled each sleeve twice, exposing the cuffs encircling Nick’s wrists.

  “You look beautiful,” Damian purred, stroking Nick’s bare chest with the flat of his hand. He slid his hand under the shirt, finding a nipple easily and pinching it hard. Then he did the same to the other, smoothing the silk against the erect peaks. “Lovely. I’m almost tempted to add jewelry, but not tonight, I think.”

  Nick let out the breath he’d been holding with a huff. Damian chuckled. He turned Nick around and ran his hand over the tight leather stretched over the taut curves of his ass.

  “The boots, pet. Wait for me here,” he commanded and vanished.

  Nick sat down to pull on the boots. The leather was soft enough to fit over the ankle cuffs, hugging them so he could feel them when he took a step.

  He gasped in admiration when Damian reappeared in the doorway. He was wearing the black leather trousers and a black leather shirt, molded tightly to his body, cut in a deep V which showed off the hair on his chest. The dark leather enhanced his naturally commanding masculinity and Nick felt his cock swell with desire, trapped as it was in the tight confines of his pants. A strap dangled from Damian’s belt and he held a leash in his gloved hands. Nick swallowed with fear and arousal; he wanted to feel those gloved hands on his body, sliding over his skin, bending him over, spanking him…. At the same time he was terrified that Damian was going to take him out in public at the end of a leash.

  He considered saying one of his safe words, but hesitated, wondering if he really wanted this to stop.

  Almost as if he’d read his mind, Damian approached Nick, letting the leash slide through his gloved fingers. “Your words, pet?”

  “Yellow for slow down, London for stop,” Nick repeated.

  Damian hooked the leash to the ring in Nick’s collar. “Come along, pet.”

  Nick hesitated, pulling back against the leash. “Wh—where are we going… sir?” he remembered to add.

  “You will find out in good time, pet. I believe I gave you an order,” Damian said with slight menace.

  Nick followed Damian, praying that the other tenants of the building wouldn’t see this. He was relieved when no one got onto the elevator with them. Damian punched the button for the basement, leading Nick into the garage beneath the building.

  There were a few other cars parked there, but Nick couldn’t see anyone as he peered around nervously.

  “Sir?”

  Damian didn’t respond, merely leading Nick to his car.

  “Sir?”

  “Shh. No questions, pet.”

  Damian pushed Nick forward, so he was bent over the hood of the car. Uneasily Nick shifted, all too aware of his arse presenting a too tempting target for the Top, hoping Damian wasn’t planning to spank him in the garage. He shut his eyes, imagining the echo of each slap bouncing off the concrete walls. If the other owners of the cars happened to come down, they wouldn’t be able to miss what was happening.

  He was very relieved when Damian opened the passenger door and tugged on his leash. “Up, pet. Get into the car.”

  Nick did as he was told, sedately buckling his seat belt with trembling hands. He realized that at night, through the tinted windows, even if people did look in, they would probably not realize he was wearing a collar and leash.

  Damian got in and started the car, pulling out of the garage. “We are going to Crispin’s club tonight, pet, as his guests. I’ve decided that you should get a glimpse of how other people play as part of your education.”

  Instantly Nick panicked, terrified that Damian would order him to undress or even punish him in front of other people. He panted, desperate for air, unable to even say his words.

  Damian pulled over and stopped the car, putting a comforting hand on Nick’s thigh. “Deep breaths, babe. Breathe for me. And then tell me what brought this on.”

  Nick gulped for air, trying to calm himself. This was Damian, he reminded himself, whom he’d been able to stop with his safe word. “You’re not—not going to make me—spank me in front—of… of….”

  Damian reached over and pulled Nick into a hug. “Of course not, baby. I’m not doing this to torture you. I want you to experience another aspect of this lifestyle and see if you enjoy it. You will remain fully dressed, and I won’t spank you in front of anyone.”

  “Thank you,” Nick said faintly, going limp in Damian’s arms.

  “Did you think I hadn’t noticed that you don’t enjoy that kind of display?” Damian murmured. “I want you to see what you’re getting into, Nick, not make you miserable. Don’t worry. Remember, you’re in control here. You can stop me with a word.”

  Nick nodded, getting his breathing back under control. “Thank you, Damian.”

  “Just let me know if you want to leave, and we’ll go immediately,” Damian promised. “Think you can live through this?”

  “Yeah,” Nick said nodding. “Let’s just get it over with.”

  Damian laughed. “It won’t be that bad, Nick. You’ll see. You might enjoy going out to the club every now and then. And now I think perhaps you’d better get back to calling me sir.”

  “Yes, sir,” Nick said, feeling immensely relieved.

  “That’s my good pet.”

  AFTER DAMIAN parked the car, Nick realized he was facing the walk into the club. Wearing a collar and leash. A very obvious leash. The silver links glittered under the streetlights like diamonds.

  “Uncomfortable, pet?”

  Nick nodded slowly, not turning to look at Damian, but the older man cupped his chin and turned him so their eyes met.

  “The collar is my protection in there, pet. Do you understand?”

  Nick’s eyes dropped, and he said nothing.

  Damian sighed. “I’m not doing this to upset you. You are a very beautiful boy, Nick, and a submissive. If I let you walk in there alone, with no sign that you have an owner, you might not like what would happen next. You wouldn’t be hurt, but you might hav
e to fend off a number of offers from some persistent admirers. I’m not going to put you in that position, understand? This way the other Tops will know that you already belong to me, and you’ll be safe.”

  “Yes, sir,” Nick said quietly.

  Damian was frustrated; the connection they had while fucking seemed to disappear when Nick became speechless and uncomfortable.

  “Talk to me, baby.”

  The endearment seemed to signal a break of scene for Nick and he was more able to speak. “Can’t we just go home?”

  “We won’t stay long, babe, but Crispin invited us and Ashley will be there with Derek. I said I would bring you along. I’d like us to go in and say hello. Can you do that much for me?”

  “Yes, sir,” Nick said dejectedly.

  “Good boy. Come on then.” Damian got out, resigning himself to leading a sullen pet into the club, but knowing that no matter what his attitude, Nick would attract a lot of attention and he would be the envy of many of the Doms. Not that he was desirous of raising envy from others. He was far more concerned with Nick’s discomfort.

  He led the boy down the sidewalk briskly, not wanting to subject him to the stares of the curious when passersby caught a glimpse of the leash.

  He opened the door and the burly security guard recognized him, allowing them to pass with a respectful, “Good evening, Mr. Wolfe. It’s good to see you again.”

  Damian nodded back and paused to allow Nick to look around the club. The kinkier scenes took place in private rooms in the back, so there were no slings, no slaves being fucked from both ends, and the stocks weren’t visible.

  However, two Doms appeared to be having some sort of competition, their subs bent over two tables receiving a counted number of strokes from the weapon of choice. Each Dom was whipping the submissive owned by the other, the idea being to see which sub cried uncle first.

  A number of men were receiving discreet blow jobs in darkened booths and unclaimed subs were standing or kneeling against the wall, waiting to see if they would get lucky tonight.

  Nick looked very shocked and a little scared. Damian put his mouth close to the boy’s ear and said, “You belong to me, pet. No one will do anything to you.”

  “Thank you, sir,” Nick whispered.

  “When we get to the table, stand behind my chair, unless I tell you to sit, okay?”

  Nick nodded and gave Damian a tight, uncomfortable smile. His face brightened though, when he caught sight of Ashley and Crispin sitting at a table. Crispin was most awesomely clothed all in leather, but unlike Damian, it was a tawny hue, suited to his coloring. Ashley wore dark blue leathers, tailored perfectly for him.

  Damian almost laughed when Nick’s face fell as he caught sight of Derek. The other boy was kneeling by Ashley’s side, collared and leashed much like Nick, but his body was crisscrossed by leather straps. He wore leather pants, and a shirt unbuttoned like Nick’s, and smiled cheerfully at Nick when he caught sight of him.

  Ashley looked down and stroked Derek’s hair. “You may say hello, puppy.”

  Nick was extremely grateful that Damian had chosen to call him pet, rather than puppy. He thought he might puke at that title, but Derek seemed very at ease and chatty now that he’d been given permission to greet his friend.

  “Hey, Nick, isn’t this cool? I never knew this club even existed, and I must have walked by it every day on the way to work. Exciting, isn’t it?”

  For all his protestations, Derek seemed to have embraced this new lifestyle with a cheerful enthusiasm that Nick envied.

  Nick glanced at Damian, almost relieved when the older man shook his head slightly, denying him permission to speak. He took up a position behind Damian’s chair, aware of the leash swinging between his collar and the older man’s hand.

  Ashley smiled at Nick but didn’t speak to him, continuing to stroke Derek’s head. It was Crispin who examined him closely, smiling at the look of embarrassment on Nick’s face under his scrutiny.

  “You are one lucky man, Damian. I can’t remember when I’ve seen a submissive more beautiful. The collar and cuffs truly heighten his desirability. Good thing you have him leashed; he’d raise quite a ruckus if he were let loose in here uncollared.”

  Damian laughed easily. “Thank you, Crispin. I do feel lucky.”

  “I know that it’s your boy’s first time here; I’ll have my slave get us some drinks.” Crispin snapped his fingers, and Eddy knelt up. Nick hadn’t seen him at first, prostrated on the floor in the darkened club.

  Now his face blanched as he took in the full glory of Eddy’s rig; the well-muscled torso was well displayed as Eddy was wearing very little else. Nipple clamps were linked to his wide studded collar and to a leather belt buckled around his waist with chains. He wore a cock ring, also attached to the clamps with chains and his erection looked purple and angry. The chains wrapped between his legs and Nick surmised that he was wearing some kind of butt plug again.

  Crispin told him to get five beers at the bar, and Eddy nodded, unable to speak because of the ball gag in his mouth.

  When he rose to his feet, Nick could see that his hands were cuffed behind his back, and he was indeed impaled with a large butt plug. Weights swung between his legs and Nick realized with shock that they were attached somehow to his balls. He felt a little faint and decided that he didn’t want to know exactly how they were attached.

  Eddy’s buttocks were well-marked with red lines crisscrossing over the muscular globes. Despite that, his eyes were peaceful, almost as if he were on some kind of high. He went to the bar, leaving Nick wondering just exactly how he was going to order with a gag in his mouth and bring everything back to the table with his hands pinned behind him.

  “Eyes down, pet.” Damian gave him a little reminder and Nick gratefully lowered his eyes, not wanting to see any more.

  A server came to the table with a tray, unloading the mugs of beer, while Eddy knelt again behind Crispin’s chair.

  Crispin was still studying Nick, and the young man began to realize that although he felt his clothing exposed him provocatively, his outfit was actually quite demure compared to most people in the club.

  “Have you traded him yet?” Crispin asked Damian casually.

  Nick hoped desperately that his comment didn’t mean what he thought it meant. Submitting to Damian was one thing; he had never considered that his submission might mean that Damian would give him to someone else to use.

  He turned pleading eyes to Damian, receiving a little swat as a reminder. “Eyes down. Perhaps you’d better kneel, pet,” Damian said under his breath.

  Nick lowered his eyes and took in a shuddering breath, dropping to the floor.

  Ashley spoke up. “I’m afraid that Nick is a one-man sub. He belongs to Damian only, and he wouldn’t obey anyone else.”

  “He could be broken,” Crispin said. “But I’m not surprised that you don’t want to trade him. He is peerless. Tell me, is every part of him as gorgeous as what shows? Is he beautiful in his submission?”

  “Is Eddy?” Damian retorted.

  “As you can see,” Crispin shrugged. “Eddy is never more beautiful than when he’s suffering. Kneel up. Isn’t that right, slave?” He tugged on the chains attached to Eddy’s nipples, and the construction worker moaned and shut his eyes.

  Crispin appeared to take that as acquiescence. Derek seemed to shrink behind Ashley, as if not to attract the other Dom’s attention.

  Nick felt like crying, but he couldn’t shame Damian that way so he blinked rapidly and looked at the floor.

  Damian recognized the acute discomfort on Nick’s face. “He’s bright too,” he told Crispin. “What’s the most populated city in the EU, pet?”

  Nick looked up, his eyes meeting Damian’s. “London, sir.”

  Damian nodded. “Excuse us, Crispin, and thank you for inviting us. We forgot to take care of something.”

  Crispin laughed. “Don’t be too hard on him, Damian.”

  Damian merely smi
led politely and tugged on the leash, watching Nick rise gracefully to his feet as he had taught himself. “Are you sure?” he whispered.

  “Yes, please, sir,” Nick answered, the urgency of his voice telling Damian that he was almost in tears.

  Nick tried to school his face to remain impassive and he looked at the floor, afraid to meet anyone’s eyes. He bumped into Damian as someone’s hand brushed his arse, and he jumped away from the touch.

  Ordinarily that would have earned him at least a reproof, if not a swat, but Damian merely walked faster, opening the outer door and leading Nick out onto the deserted sidewalk.

  Nick drooped miserably, following behind Damian, not realizing he’d stopped until he bumped into him again. “Sorry, sir,” he mumbled.

  “Nicky. Look at me. Scene ended.”

  Nick looked up, trying to blink back his tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know you wanted to… you enjoyed it in there… I ruined it…,” he stammered.

  Damian raised his hand and thumbed away the tears on Nick’s cheek. “The whole point of this is to enjoy what we’re doing. I’m not going to have fun if I know you’re miserable.” He felt almost helpless. “I want you to be happy.”

  Nick sniffled, hoping snot wasn’t running out of his nose.

  “Here. Blow,” Damian said, handing his handkerchief to the boy.

  Nick blew and then shrank into the shadows as a couple passed by, their attention drawn by the glittering leash that was still in Damian’s hand.

  “I guess you really aren’t an exhibitionist,” Damian said, unhooking the leash and rolling it up to stash it in his pocket. He reached to unbuckle the collar, but Nick stopped him with a hesitant hand.

  “Please, sir, please leave that on,” he begged.

  “You don’t have to, you know. It’s no disgrace not to like something. We tried, and now we know you don’t care for the club,” Damian said reassuringly. “You don’t need the collar out here.”

  “I like it, sir. It makes me feel like I belong to you,” Nick said shyly.