by Xenia Melzer
Dean lowered his eyes. “I get it. I’m sorry I yelled at you. That was stupid.”
“It’s fine.” Peter winked. “I’m not a Dom, so my ego isn’t so fragile that I can’t handle a little shouting.”
“Ahem.” Richard cleared his throat. “Do I have to make a call to your mistress?”
Peter blanched a bit. “No need, Sir. I was just trying to soothe your sub.”
“Which you did very well, boy. Good save.” Richard winked as well, and Peter started grinning.
“I like your master, Dean.”
“Thank you. But he’s mine.”
Peter laughed. “I prefer having a mistress. And I doubt I could handle somebody as intense as your Sir.”
“It’s all a question of the right training.” Richard had a predatory look in his eyes. “If you want, I can meet with your mistress. Perhaps she’s interested in comparing notes?”
“Uh, I guess rather not. But thanks for the offer. Now about the problem at hand, I’m going to prepare all the required forms, and then we’ll wait for what your PI finds out.”
“An excellent idea. And thank you for your help. We appreciate it.”
Richard held out his hand and Peter shook it.
“No problem, it’s my pleasure. I’ll send you my bill once everything is settled.”
Richard opened the door for Peter. “If I had any doubt, your last comment just confirmed that you are indeed a lawyer.”
Laughing, Peter got into his car and drove away.
Chapter 29
RICHARD WAS going over some documents in his office at Whisper when Martin knocked on the open door. It had been five days since their first meeting with Peter Lake, and things were still tense. He had made sure that Dean was never alone. Either his father or Julio were always with him. The whole situation had his boy on the verge of a breakdown, and Richard was starting to feel nervous as well. He looked expectantly at Martin, who grinned broadly.
“I assume you have good news for me?”
Martin sauntered over, fell into the guest chair, and tossed Richard an envelope. “The PI brought me these today. I already faxed copies to Lake’s office, but I thought you’d want to see them as well.”
Richard tore the envelope open and stared at the report. One glance at the bank accounts and various columns of numbers told him all he needed to know. A malicious smile tugged at his lips. “So the Connellys are in trouble.”
“That’s putting it mildly. They have lost a lot of money. In their current situation, the only thing that could save them would be Emily’s trust. In combination with Tricia’s very explicit will, this should put an end to their attempts.”
Richard let out a sigh. “You know things are never that easy, especially not when you have special tastes.”
“You mean like you and Dean?”
“Exactly. All it takes is one homophobic or misinformed judge, and the things we do behind closed doors are suddenly a lot more important than Emily’s well-being or the obvious financial gain her grandparents are hoping for.”
Martin furrowed his brows. “This doesn’t sound like you, Richard. You’re a fighter.”
Richard rubbed his eyes in a tired gesture. “I am. I hate to admit it, but I’m truly afraid. It took me so long to accept Emily, and I almost lost my boy over it. Now that I have them both, I can’t imagine losing either. It’s like a fist of steel around my heart that makes it hard to breathe. They are my life, Martin. The reason I get up in the morning.”
“I know, man. I know. And that’s exactly why you have to stay strong. They need you, Richard. Besides”—a grin appeared on Martin’s lips—“you are not alone. You have friends who will do everything to help you. Not to mention all your money that pays for one of the best lawyers in the country.”
Richard sat up straight. “You’re right. I can have my meltdown when this is over.”
“Or you can go spank the shit out of your boy to celebrate.”
A wolfish grin appeared on Richard’s face. “Now that’s an interesting idea. Maybe I should do that now too. Just to release some of the tension….” Richard adjusted his hard-on none too subtly.
Martin laughed out loud. “Come on, go home to your boy. Perhaps he can do with a little relief as well.”
Richard got up quickly, grabbed the documents, and gave Martin a pat on the shoulder when he brushed past him out of the office. “Thanks, man. I really needed to hear that.”
“You’re always welcome.”
IN THE car, Richard dialed Peter’s number. The lawyer answered after the second ring. “Hello, Richard. I gather you want to talk about the PI’s report?”
Richard chuckled. “You gather right, Peter. What do you think?”
“That it looks a lot better than when I accepted this case. I’m not going to lie to you, there’s still a chance that they will be successful simply because there are people out there who think it’s worse to have a sexual kink than to be greedy, unloving assholes. But with their finances in such a pinch, they’re going to have a hard time pretending they only want the best for Emily. If things start to look bad for us, I can even use Tricia’s will to keep the trust under Dean’s control. I wonder how eager the Connellys would be to get custody if the money stays with you.”
“You are downright evil, Peter.” Richard laughed. “I like it.”
Peter’s answering chuckle sounded malicious. “That’s one of the reasons why I’m a sub. To keep the balance. Otherwise I’d go on a rampage.”
“I really need to speak to your mistress one of these days. She must be an interesting woman.”
“She’s the best.”
Pure love laced those words, and Richard smiled softly. “So you think we’re good?”
“Yes. I have a meeting with the Connellys’ lawyer tonight. Trent Colby is an asshole of the highest order, but he’s also good at what he does, so we have to be careful.”
“Does he know about the lifestyle?”
Peter let out a huff. “Enough to be dangerous. I’ll see what he has to say today and call you tomorrow.”
“Thank you. Goodbye.”
Richard ended the call just before he drove into the garage of his home. When he got out, Aaron was already waiting for him, a worried frown on his face. Richard regarded his father closely. “Bad day?”
His father sighed. “I think Dean needs you badly today. He got some writing done in the morning, but when he came down to have lunch with me and Emily, he broke down and started crying. I took him outside for the afternoon to distract him, but with meager success. I’m not a pro at this, so I’m not telling you what to do, but he seems to need a good spanking or something along those lines.”
Richard quirked an eyebrow. “You’re the second person today to suggest spanking. Who am I to ignore the signs?”
His father grinned. “I’m going to take care of Emily. It’s bedtime for her anyway, and I can stay the night.”
Never was Richard gladder that they had given his father a permanent room in their new home. “Thank you, Dad. I’d better take care of my boy, then.”
“Do that, son. I’ll handle the rest.”
Chapter 30
WHEN RICHARD entered the kitchen, he saw immediately that his father had been right. Dean was oozing despair. The way his shoulders hunched and how he hung his head, barely acknowledging Richard, reminded him of the first time he had had to go on a business trip and leave Dean alone for four days. Their relationship had been fresh then, Dean needing Richard like a lifeline. Now it looked the same.
“Come here, boy.”
Richard opened his arms, and Dean slipped into his embrace, pressing his lean body against Richard’s hard bulk as if he wanted to crawl into his master. “Everything’s fine, boy. I’m going to take care of you.”
“Master.” Dean started sobbing, deep, raw cries on the verge of becoming hysterical.
Richard’s eyes hardened as he slipped into Dom mode. It was high time he saw to this boy’s
needs. “Get upstairs. Take a shower and clean yourself thoroughly. I’m going to check. Then go to the playroom. Kneel on the mat in the middle of the room, presentation position.”
Dean inhaled deeply and stepped back. “Yes, Master.”
Richard watched his boy retreat and then hurried upstairs to open the playroom. He calculated that Dean would need about forty minutes to get himself ready, which gave Richard the time to kiss Emily good night.
Then he changed into a set of black leather trousers and heavy combat boots. Geared up like that, Richard went to the playroom. Dean was waiting for him with perfect posture, his knees spread to present his cock and balls, back ramrod straight, eyes cast downward, hands clasped behind his head, highlighting his biceps. Richard felt his cock swell and licked his lips in anticipation.
“Very good posture, boy.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Richard walked around Dean, looking at him from every angle. “I know how hard everything is for you at the moment, boy. Tonight I’m going to make you fly, make you forget all your troubles. Tomorrow we’ll talk.”
A shudder ran down Dean’s spine. “Thank you, Master.”
“Your safewords?”
Dean hesitated for a moment, and Richard knew why. The mention of safewords still reminded them both of their breakup, something they wanted to forget. But Richard would not jeopardize Dean’s well-being and safety during a scene just because they’d had a rough spot before.
“Manga chick for slow down, graphic novel for stop, epic for go on.”
“Very good, boy. I’m going to spank you now. You are not allowed to come, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Master.”
A note of dread had crept into Dean’s voice. He loved being spanked and could shoot just from the feel of Richard’s hand on his ass. Richard smiled. He sat down on the padded bench next to the big four-poster and patted his thighs. “Assume the position, boy.”
Gracefully, Dean draped himself over Richard’s lap, his legs dangling down on one side, his head on the other, his already thickening cock wedged between Richard’s thighs. Richard drew some lazy circles on the soft white skin before he brought down his palm quick and hard. Dean grunted, and Richard decided to push his boy a bit more. “Count them, boy. And thank me for giving you what you need.”
Dean moaned. “One, Master. Thank you.”
“Good boy.”
Richard kept on raining blows on Dean’s quickly reddening cheeks, just waiting long enough for his boy to scream out the count and his thank-you. When they reached twenty, Dean was squirming in Richard’s lap, his cock leaking precum, his hips gyrating helplessly.
“Master, please.”
Richard stopped the blows, waiting till Dean had calmed down a bit. “Another ten, boy. Can you do that for me?”
Dean sobbed. “Yes, Master. For you.”
Richard smiled. “I won’t go easy on you, boy. Those ten are going to hurt.”
“Whatever pleases you, Master.”
That was all Richard needed to hear. He could tell from Dean’s body language, from his labored breathing and the way his rock-hard cock pressed against Richard’s thighs, that his boy was completely in the scene and well on his way to find his subspace.
The first five swats came quick and hard, leaving Dean no time to prepare for the next ones. Then Richard took a short break, rubbing the glowing skin with his thumbs, pinching it until Dean cried out. “Five more, boy. Brace yourself.”
Richard didn’t wait for a reply, just let his hand fall down with even more force. Fascinated, he watched as the skin whitened in the form of his handprint before the blood rushed back. Richard drew it out, giving the swats slowly, carefully, aiming for maximum impact. When the last one fell, Dean cried out, and Richard felt him tensing, desperately trying to rein his orgasm in. It took a while, but finally Dean stilled in his lap.
“Thank you, Master.”
“You took that spanking so beautifully, boy. You do me proud.”
He caressed the hot, red cheeks, dipping his finger in the crease, searching for the wrinkled hole. Dean groaned.
“Don’t worry, boy. Before we continue, I’ll give you a nice cock ring to help you with your task. Get up.”
Dean obeyed. He got to his feet, and Richard steadied him until he was sure his sub could stand on his own. Then he went over to the drawer where he kept all the toys. He selected a leather cock ring and a metal plug with four heavy spheres. Grabbing a bottle of lube, Richard went back to his boy. Again, Dean was in perfect display position, which made it easy for Richard to attach the cock ring that drew Dean’s balls up in one breathtaking, obscene package. Unable to resist temptation, Richard bent down and licked the precum from the leaking tip. Dean groaned, his hips snapping forward in an involuntary movement. Richard slapped his boy’s hard prick.
“Keep still.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” Dean whimpered and kept still, his thigh muscles shivering from the effort. Richard straightened and gestured toward the spanking bench. “Bend over.”
Dean obeyed immediately, spreading his legs in invitation. Richard stepped closer, his eyes fastened on the twitching hole between the glowing, pulsing cheeks. He squirted a generous amount of lube on his fingers and then started to breach the tiny hole. Dean moaned, pushing his hips back. For a moment, Richard contemplated ordering Dean to stay still, but then he decided it would be more fun if his boy could get some workout. He corkscrewed his fingers inside Dean’s tight channel, searching for the sweet spot. When he found it and Dean started pumping his hips, Richard purred. “That’s it, boy. Fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much you want me. How much you need me.”
“God, Master. Please.” Dean had lost coherent speech. He was mumbling single words, begging his master while he fucked himself on Richard’s fingers. When Richard felt Dean’s insides constrict, he knew it was time to end the fun. He pulled his fingers out and watched his boy’s hole twitch in frustration. “Remember, boy, no coming until I say so.”
“Master, please.”
“No. You can do this, I know it.”
Dean whimpered in frustration, but he stilled. When Richard was sure his boy was under control again, he slicked the plug up and pushed it inside Dean’s body. Every time one of the spheres breached the sweet hole to the maximum, Richard paused, twisted it a bit, slid it back and forth, and then let it sink into Dean’s tight heat. Once the plug was seated, Richard stepped back. The teasing had made him so hard, he decided he needed some relief. He grabbed Dean’s hair and pulled him up.
“Get down on your knees and show me what a good cocksucker you are, boy.”
Dean groaned. He knelt in front of Richard, waiting for his master to open his fly and pull his hard prick out. When the dark meat brushed Dean’s lips, he opened his mouth and let his tongue swirl around the bulbous head. Richard closed his eyes. “That’s it, boy. Suck me hard.”
Dean complied willingly, sucking and licking Richard’s fat cock with enthusiasm. Way too soon Richard felt the tingling in his spine. He grabbed Dean’s head to keep him in place and thrust his cock into the hot mouth with increasing speed. Dean swallowed around him, creating suction, and with a guttural scream, Richard emptied his balls into Dean’s throat. His boy drank him down eagerly, licking and lapping at his still erect cock until it was clean. With a sigh, Richard slipped from Dean’s wonderful mouth and tugged his aching erection back into his trousers.
“You’re a wonderful cocksucker, boy. A real talent.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Richard smiled. “You deserve a reward for your service. Bend over the bench again. I’m going to put some stripes on your back, and then I’m going to paddle that hot red ass of yours.”
Again Dean obeyed immediately, his eyes already slightly glazed over, a sure sign that he was headed for subspace. Richard selected a riding crop from the drawer, took position behind Dean, and rolled his shoulders. “Ready, boy?”
“
Yes, Master.”
“Ten with the crop. You don’t have to count. Then I’ll get the paddle to tenderize your ass.”
Without additional warning, Richard let the crop fly through the air. The swishing sound was almost as good as the sight and feel when it connected with the flesh on Dean’s back. His boy’s sweet cry was like the icing on the cake.
Richard set the ten marks unhurriedly. When he was done, he took a moment to admire his handiwork before he reached for the paddle. It was wooden and slightly curved for maximum impact. Richard let it land on the fleshiest parts of Dean’s ass a few times before he moved to the junction between his ass and thighs. Every time he hit there, he also drove the plug deeper. The first three hits, Dean tried to evade the paddle, but then he started leaning into the blows and Richard knew he had to speed things along. The paddle connected with Dean’s ass five more times before Richard cast it aside and pulled the plug out. He then lubed his leaking cock and lined it up with Dean’s quivering hole. When he sank into the tight heat, they both groaned.
Richard started an unrelenting rhythm, and thanks to the blow job earlier, he was able to keep it up for a while. Beneath him, Dean was moaning and whimpering, begging him for permission to come. When Richard felt his own orgasm approaching, he bent forward, reached for the cock ring, and unsnapped it. “Come now, boy.”
His booming Dom voice did the trick. Dean’s channel tightened around Richard’s cock like a vise as his boy sprayed cum all over the spanking bench. Richard roared as his own orgasm was torn from him. He pumped his seed deep into his boy’s body, reveling in the tightness and the beauty of Dean’s red and abused ass.
It took Richard a few moments to come down from his high, and then he waited patiently for Dean to return from subspace. Once he was sure his boy was aware of his surroundings again, Richard got up, pulling Dean with him, and carried him over to the bed. There they lay down, snuggling together. Richard used some of the wet wipes from the bedside table to clean Dean. His boy fell asleep quickly, and Richard closed his eyes as well.