Tyler nodded. “Very, Sir. The market was all over the fucking place, and I had clients calling all day long, on top of meetings. Damn, if I was into drugs, I’d be doped up and jonesing for more right now.”
Rubbing his chin with his finger, Jake regarded the man for a moment. “I won’t use a bullwhip tonight, so that’s off the list, but any other of your green or yellow limits, I’ll consider.”
“Restraints. And a flogger and crop can replace the whip, Sir.”
“Sex?”
A grin spread over Tyler’s face. They’d been playing together off and on for over two years. He knew if Jake asked about sex, the Dom wasn’t dating anyone. If he was, the relationship would be exclusive when it came to sex, but he would still be available for certain scenes with a submissive, as long as his significant other didn’t make it a hard limit between them. Not all BDSM scenes were sexual in nature. Sometimes a submissive needed an emotional release which could result from a variety of their green or yellow limits.
“If Master Jake is in the mood, I have no complaints.”
Jake narrowed his eyes at the snark in the other man’s tone of voice. “Keep it up and you will have some complaints by the time I’m through with you.” He pointed with a thumb over his shoulder. “Go find an available room and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“I already reserved one after I saw you walking down the stairs. Room number five.”
Frowning, Jake raised an eyebrow. “Topping from the bottom, boy?”
Tyler knew he’d almost overstepped his boundaries and his gaze immediately dropped to the floor. “No, Sir, not at all. Just optimistic.”
“Uh-huh. Let’s see how optimistic you are after I refuse to let you cum.” They both knew he would eventually get the guy off, but there would be plenty of begging before the Dom allowed it. Jake suppressed a grin when he saw the switch swallow hard.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll be there in five. Strip and present before I get there.”
“Yes, Sir.”
As Tyler headed to the private playrooms at the far end of the pit, Jake turned toward the locker rooms. The entrances to the male and female lounges were on either side of the grand staircase. There were also entrances and stairs down into them from behind the second floor bar. When Jake entered the men’s locker room there were only three other people there. A male submissive was on his knees waiting patiently as his Dom talked to another Dominant about something to do with local politics. Jake rolled his eyes as he continued on to the urinals in another room—politics in this venue was never a good mix. He quickly relieved himself and stepped over to the sink. Washing his hands, he glanced up into the mirror and saw the reflection of Nick standing in the doorway, staring at him. And the kid did not look happy. Tough shit, Jake thought.
He shut the water off and grabbed a paper towel from the metal receptacle to dry his hands, his gaze never leaving Nick’s. “Something you want to say, Junior?”
“You’re such a fucking prick.”
Jake snorted and threw the towel into the garbage before turning around and leaning his ass against the sink. He crossed his arms and gave the kid a look which had made lesser men pee their pants. “Tell me something I don’t know. What do you want, Nick?”
The kid growled…actually growled at him. He kept his voice low to avoid being overheard by the men in the other room. “You know damn well what I fucking want. I want us to get together again. But instead, you’re going to chicken out and go play with that jackass I saw you talking to, aren’t you?”
Jake took three steps faster than Nick could blink. He yanked him out of the doorway and shoved him up against the wall, his hand around the kid’s throat. His voice was deep and menacing. “Listen, you little shit. There are a bunch of reasons why I’m going to fuck someone else tonight. One—I already told you, what we had was a one-night-stand, nothing more. Two—you’ve never scened with anyone other than me, and don’t fucking lie and tell me otherwise. I went easy on you that night and I doubt you can truly submit to me. Three—this isn’t your lifestyle. If it was, you would be playing here whenever you visit, but you don’t.” Fuck. He just gave away the fact he’d been doing some discreet research on Nick through members of the club he could count on to keep their mouths shut. He knew the guy had been cleared to play a long time ago and provided his military physicals to stay current. This way, he didn’t have to be considered a ‘guest’ whenever he was in town. But regardless, he’d never once done a public or private scene with anyone at The Covenant. “Four—there is no us, so I can play with whomever the fuck I want to. And five—until you decide to come out to your family and the rest of the fucking world, you and I will never be together again, and even then it’s questionable. You got it, Junior?”
Jake had to hand it to the kid. He knew Nick wanted to start brawling with him right then and there, but he didn’t. Instead, with rage flaring in his baby-blue eyes, he pushed Jake away and stormed out of the locker room without another word. The big bad Dom hung his head. God, he was such a fucking prick.
CHAPTER 4
Nick flopped face down on the guest bed in Devon’s apartment, hoping he hadn’t woken his sister-in-law when he’d come home all pissed off a few minutes ago. He was staying in their spare bedroom for a few days while his brother was out of the country. The first of the four warehouses in Trident’s compound was home to The Covenant. The last one had been converted into large apartments for the Sawyer family. Ian and Angie had the unit on the bottom floor, while Devon and Kristen lived in the one above it. The warehouse was so huge, that even though both apartments were bigger than some houses, there was still plenty of square footage they hadn’t used.
When Angie had moved in with Ian a few months ago, Nick’s older brothers hired the original contractor, a club member, to create two more apartments behind their own. One belonged to Jenn when she wasn’t at the University of Tampa dorms where she was enrolled. She’d come to live with her Uncle Ian after her parents were murdered a few months before she graduated high school. Ian had stayed in Virginia with her until she graduated, then moved her to Florida and into his three-bedroom apartment. She was old enough now to have her own place, but this way she was still surrounded by family.
An apartment above hers had also been completed and currently sat empty. Ian had shown it to Nick after their lunch and handed him the keys. It was his. Nick was still in shock his brothers had given him his own apartment within the compound. Well, he shouldn’t be, since they were a close knit family, but sometimes he felt the wide age difference between his brothers and him. He was twenty-five with his birthday a little more than two months away, while Devon was thirty-six, and Ian, two years older than that. Their deceased brother, John, had been a year younger than Dev. Nick had been an unexpected, but well-loved surprise for his parents and older siblings.
Tomorrow, the girls—Jenn, Kristen, Angie, and Boomer’s girlfriend, Kat Maier—were taking him shopping to fill the place. He tried to let them do it without him, telling them he trusted they would make the place look nice, but they’d insisted he at least pick out the furniture. They wanted him to be comfortable with the couch, chairs, and bed. After that, they would take over and do what they did best—decorate. Thank God they could do that without him. Ian had told him the only other alternative was allowing their mother to hire the decorator she’d used for his brothers’ places several years ago. Her two oldest sons had been single at the time and both apartments had screamed bachelor pads. So out went the mismatched furniture and windows without curtains, and in went classy and chic. Nick thought it was the perfect way to go until Ian had told him about the endless phone calls and meetings he’d had with the decorator over every little thing.
He flipped over to his back and moved around on the pillow until his head found a comfortable spot. His mind wandered to Jake—the fucking asshole. Why was he longing for a man who had made it quite obvious the feeling wasn’t mutual? But the thing was,
Nick wasn’t too sure it wasn’t mutual. Yeah, the guy was saying all the right negative reasons why they shouldn’t be together, but Nick had seen Jake’s eyes as he’d rattled off his numbered list. There had been heat there. And not angry heat, but an I-want-to-fuck-you heat. The Dom had kept their hips from touching, but Nick was convinced if they had, it would’ve been hard-on against hard-on. And fuck, the thought made his cock stiffen painfully again.
He was lying there in nothing but his boxer briefs and his hand went to his cotton-covered shaft almost on its own volition. He glanced over at the door, trying to remember if he’d locked it. It was doubtful Kristen would come into his room at oh-one-thirty hours without knocking, but it would be embarrassing for both of them if she did. The silver moon shining through the window blind slats provided just enough light for him to see the lock was engaged and he settled his head back on the pillow.
Pushing the briefs down, he fisted his cock and began to rub it up and down. In his mind, he brought up the memory of his one and only night with Jake Donovan.
“You ready to be topped, little boy? Because I’m going to dominate you and you’re going to submit to my every whim.”
“I’m not a boy.”
“Tonight you are. Tonight you’re my boy and I’m going to fuck my boy any and every way I want.”
He never had a chance to respond. Jake’s tongue was in his mouth and he was devouring him. Holy shit, the guy could kiss. Nick tried to kiss him back, but the Dom was in charge and taking what he wanted. A hand went down the open zipper of Nick’s pants and he thrust his hips forward. He was immediately punished for the action when Jake reached down and squeezed his balls until Nick was almost screaming into the man’s mouth. The Dom released his aching sac at the same time he ended the kiss.
Nick was panting from both the pain and pleasure coursing through his veins. “What the fuck, Jake?”
He didn’t get an answer as his belt came out of his pant loops in one swift yank. Jake spun him around and shoved his chest against the wall. His wrists were grabbed and tied together with the belt at the small of his back and Nick couldn’t believe he’d allowed it to happen. He should be resisting, shouldn’t he? He wasn’t a fucking submissive, was he? Jake seized a handful of his hair and yanked his head back until he gasped. His scalp shrieked, but the pain made his cock weep as drops of pre-cum oozed from the slit.
That deep, baritone voice was at his ear, sending electricity to the hair on the back of his neck. “You don’t take any pleasure I don’t give you, boy. You do exactly what I tell you and nothing more, or you won’t like the consequences. Understand?”
“Y-yeah.” Nick was breathing so heavily, the word barely escaped his lips.
“Uh-uh, little boy. The answer is ‘yes, Sir’. Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered.
Jake growled. “Louder! I know they taught you how to answer properly in the Navy. Now, say it!”
The hand in his hair tightened. He hissed. “Yes, Sir!”
“That’s a good boy. Your safe-word is ‘red’. If you say it, everything stops. I’ll go back to my room and we both deal with our own hard-ons.” He licked the shell of Nick’s ear, which caused a delicious shiver to course through his body. “But I promise you, you’ll have a lot more satisfaction if I take care of it for you.”
Nick held back a moan of anticipation as Jake propelled him onto the bed and pulled his pants and briefs down off his hips. His rock hard cock sprung free and he almost cried out in relief. His clothes disappeared and he was now completely naked…and vulnerable. He gulped and his eyes fluttered closed, but he kept his body still as a hand closed around his rigid shaft and pumped it a few times
“What’s your safe-word, Nicky?”
His eyelids reopened while his ass and thighs clenched, trying not to fuck the hand wrapped around him. “Ah, shit. It’s…it’s red, Sir.”
At that last word, Jake gave him an evil grin as he continued to massage Nick’s cock, and more pre-cum pearled at the head. “You learn fast, boy. That’s good. It means more pleasure and less pain. You have any lube? It’ll make it easier for me to prep that hole I plan to fuck.”
“B-bathroom.” Nick gasped. “Travel bag.”
He immediately missed the contact when the hand released him, but Jake was back in a few moments. “Turn over.”
Nick struggled to follow the order while his arms were useless behind his back. A hand gripped his bare hip and helped him the rest of the way. He heard Jake remove his own clothes before the bottom of the bed tilted under the man’s weight. A hand landed on his right butt cheek with a resounding smack and pain then pleasure shot through him. “Shit!”
“That’s a mighty fine ass you have there, Nicky-boy. I can’t wait to get inside it.”
Cool, slick liquid oozed into his crack and his cheeks were separated.
“Ah fuck!” A finger worked the lube into his hole and another was quickly added. He pulled against the belt restraining him, wanting to clutch the bedsheets or anything but the air his hands were grabbing. He tried not to pump his hips into the bed because if he did, he knew two things would happen—he’d cum and then he’d be punished for it. He had no idea what the punishment might be, but Jake was into BDSM, so the choices were endless.
“Mmmm. Nice and tight. Clench for me, baby. Let me feel what it’s going to be like to have my cock deep inside you.” Nick did as he was told as he was fucked by the two fingers. “Yeah, just like that. Again.”
Adding a third finger, Jake continued to stretch him for another minute or two, and the only sounds in the room were the grunts coming from Nick’s throat. It felt so fucking good, but he knew what would feel even better. “Please.”
“Hmm, please what? Please, fuck you nice and slow? Please, fuck you hard and fast? Please, leave? Please, what, Nicky-boy?”
He knew he shouldn’t answer the way he wanted to, which was hard and fast. If he did, Jake would accuse him of ‘topping from the bottom’. He’d never played in The Covenant, but he knew what the phrase meant from hanging out there. It meant the submissive was trying to tell the Dom what to do, and it was a big no-no in Jake’s world.
“Answer me, boy. Please, what?”
The fingers deep in his ass stopped moving and the need to grind his steel hard dick into the bed grew while Jake waited for the answer he demanded. Nick groaned. “Anything…a-anything you want. Please, do anything you want…Sir.”
“Good answer, little boy, good answer.”
Nick could hear the smile in Jake’s voice as the fingers slid from his ass. Hands grabbed both his hips and pulled him up on his knees with his face in the mattress. The sound of a condom wrapper being opened hit his ears. He knew he would get what he wanted, but it would be at the Dom’s pace. Biting his bottom lip, he held back his urge to scream and beg.
Yes, God help him, he wanted it so bad. Do it! Do me! Please!
He felt Jake’s cock at his puckered entrance and suddenly…
“Ah, fuck!” It was a simultaneous curse and whisper as streams of cum squirted from Nick’s cock as he pumped and squeezed it. The hot semen seared the bare skin of his torso while he growled with the release. Damn, what that man did to him. He’d been jacking off to that memory for the past two months. It was his own personal porn flick in his mind—one he couldn’t banish, nor did he want to.
After his breathing and pulse returned to normal, he stood and stumbled into the room’s attached bath. Flipping on the light, he shuffled toward the shower and reached in to turn the water on. As he waited for it to warm up, he stared at his reflection in the vanity mirror. He had it bad. Bad for a guy who was going to fight him fucking tooth and nail, but damn it, he was done with the bullshit. If Jake thought a few shitty put-downs were going to chase Nick away, then he better think again. It was time to turn up the heat. He just hoped he didn’t get burned in the end.
CHAPTER 5
Jake woke up with a raging hard-on and Nick�
�s name on his lips. Fuck! Why couldn’t he keep the kid out of his thoughts and dreams? Last night hadn’t turned out as he’d hoped. Yeah, he’d gotten Tyler off, but the only way he’d been able to cum himself, was to close his eyes and imagine he was fucking his boy. So much for purging him from his mind.
Purging. Mitch had used the same word with him last night. He hadn’t realized what he’d been doing before his friend pointed it out. Every relationship he’d had since he graduated high school had ended the same way. After the ‘getting to know you’ period, which usually lasted anywhere between one to four weeks, as soon as a guy wanted to introduce Jake to his family, he balked and ended the relationship. He’d been out of the closet for years, so that wasn’t the problem. It was the family thing which sent him running. Probably because he’d resisted introducing anyone to his own family for so long. It never would’ve happened while his father was alive and nothing has changed since the old man croaked a few years ago.
Flipping on his back, he covered his eyes with his forearm. To this day, he could still feel his father’s fists, then belt, hitting him. The blows landing on his back, chest, stomach, head…everywhere. No son of mine is going to be a God-damned faggot! No fucking way! You hear me!
Yeah, Dad, he thought. Loud and fucking clear.
Well, at least the thoughts of his father and that night so long ago had the right effect on his body. As he scratched the pubic hair above his now soft cock, his phone chimed with the alarm alert. Oh-seven-hundred. He needed to get up and going. Ian had the first two members of Trident’s secondary Omega team reporting for duty today. Their new helicopter pilot was also supposed to be starting this week, but due to a death in her immediate family, Ian had told her to take all the time she needed. With most of Alpha, which Boomer had dubbed the original company team, finishing up a reconnaissance mission in Ecuador, Jake was the only other person available to show them the ropes and evaluate their weaknesses for future training.
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