Thank you for every stupid fucker he met before me who didn’t appreciate what they had with him.
Well, every stupid fucker except the one who’d hurt Fen in the first place and triggered the hard limit to begin with.
In their bathroom, he peeled Fen’s tank top off him and tossed it to the floor. He loved running his hands over his guy’s skin, how soft he felt, loved how he always smelled like something fruity or tropical, depending on what Sephora product he’d used that day. Today was vanilla and peaches, and it made Joel want to lick him from head to toe and back up again.
He could even see the outline of Fen’s hard cock through his clingy shorts. “Hope you aren’t popping wood like that in yoga class,” Joel teased. “I might get jealous.” He reached up and lightly tugged on the stainless steel chainmaille necklace Fen wore as his day collar.
“No, Master. That’s totally for you.” He looked up at Joel with those sweet brown eyes of his. In this light, he could pick out the amber flecks in them. “I was the only guy in class today. But I think I gave the other five women a show.” He thought about it and grinned. “Well, Scrye was there for the pole dancing part, and he said watching me made him kind of hot, but I think June’s getting plowed there later tonight.”
Joel chuckled. “Lucky I know Scrye’s straight and only has eyes for June. I don’t care about people looking, as long as they aren’t looking too hard, or touching.” He slid his hands around Fen’s back, down to his ass, squeezing his cheeks and grinding against him.
Fen helped him peel off his work shirt before Joel’s lips crashed onto Fen’s. Then they were dropping shorts, briefs, stumbling into their large shower, which had been one of the selling points for them when they bought the house.
That, and the large soaking tub in the master bathroom.
Both had seen plenty of bath-time sexy-time action.
“Grab the lube,” Joel mumbled against Fen’s lips while reaching behind him to wrench the faucet on.
Fen grabbed the bottle from the shelf in the back corner. “How you want me, Sir?” He blinked those sweet amber-brown eyes and long eyelashes at him.
Joel twirled his finger. “You know how I want you, baby.”
Fen’s sexy smile made Joel’s cock twitch even harder as he turned and bent over.
Joel drizzled lube down the seam of Fen’s ass, then wedged his cock between his cheeks, using his hands to press them together. Meanwhile, Fen braced himself against the wall to keep from getting shoved headfirst into it.
It did not escape Joel’s notice that Fen didn’t tense up while Joel did this, either. Fen knew Joel wasn’t going to try to sneak anal into the mix. In their early days together, Fen was only comfortable letting him do this while on top and able to control the angle and speed.
But Joel had painstakingly built Fen’s trust. No fucking way would he ever break that bond between them by being so stupid as to cross his hard limit.
“Mmmm, baby,” he groaned as he slowly ground against Fen. “Thinking of your gorgeous body twirling around a pole does really evil things to my cock.”
Fen cast him a sultry smile over his shoulder. “Maybe June will let me give you a private show, Master.”
“Fuuuuuck!” He thrust faster, squeezing Fen’s ass cheeks even tighter together as he did. At this rate, he’d be exploding in seconds.
It didn’t matter that they’d been together for several months already—Joel never grew tired of having his guy, especially like this.
Trusting him.
The positional permutation didn’t matter to him, honestly.
All that mattered was how freely his boy gave himself to Joel.
Joel chased his orgasm, quickly catching up with it. His balls tightened and he let out a grunt as his cock exploded. He painted Fen’s ass with ropes of cum as he fell still and reached out an arm to brace himself against the wall.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “I cannot believe how sexy that was.” He looped his other arm around Fen’s waist and pulled him up, pressing his body against Joel’s. “Give me a minute, baby, and I’ll take care of you.”
Fen turned in his embrace, draping his arms around Joel’s neck and writhing his body against Joel’s. His hard cock pressed against Joel’s abs. “Maybe we should look into installing one of those poles in the spare bedroom.”
Joel knew exactly which bedroom Fen meant—the one they’d equipped with a pin-code lock and told everyone was their home office.
The bedroom that contained a folding spanking bench and held Joel’s toybag and rope bag. The same bedroom that also had hard-points in the ceiling.
“Hmm. That’s a definite maybe. Let’s see how your lessons go.” He spun Fen around again, his back pressed against Joel’s chest, so he could wrap his fingers around Fen’s cock. Fen reached up and locked his hands around Joel’s neck to hold on and keep them out of Joel’s way, the way Fen knew he loved.
Fen tipped his head back against Joel’s shoulder, and his body gave a sexy little shudder. Even his voice sounded throaty, needy. “I love the feel of your hands on my cock, Master.”
Joel slowly squeezed it before taking a slow stroke. “I love stroking your cock, baby. Love having you beg me for it.”
Fen shuddered again, rubbing his body against Joel’s. “I imagined I was giving you a private, in-person dance,” he said. “Having you sitting right there and watching me, your cock getting hard for me.”
Joel kissed his way up Fen’s shoulder. “That would be sexy as hell. Maybe we will need to look into installing one of those poles. I think renting private time at June’s studio all the time would put me into the poor house.”
He nibbled Fen’s neck behind his ear and slowly stroked his cock down to the head, gently squeezing it before pumping him again. “And if that was the kind of performance you could put on with only a little instruction and wearing yoga pants, I can’t imagine how fucking hot you’re gonna look after you’ve had several lessons and much skimpier clothes.”
Fen ground his hips against Joel’s. “Imagine me doing it in a G-string for you.”
“Oh, fuck, baby.” Joel’s cock twitched against Fen’s ass as he jacked his boy’s cock. Fen was twenty-seven to Joel’s thirty-nine, which wasn’t a problem for them. Joel had all sorts of ways of getting his boy off.
The no-anal sex rule actually worked in Joel’s favor. His boy wasn’t expecting him to be hard every time they had sex.
It also meant sex wouldn’t get boring anytime soon.
Slicking pre-cum down Fen’s cock added an extra bit of glide to his grip and drew another moan out of Fen.
Joel straightened and turned, his back to the wall and leaning against it, freeing his other hand to reach between Fen’s legs and play with his balls as he stroked Fen’s cock with the other.
Never in his life had Joel been with someone like Fen. Not even meaning the sexy times—it was the emotions, the deep, soul-level connection they had. Every day with him only got better and better.
He nuzzled Fen’s ear. “You gonna come for me, baby?” He cupped Fen’s sac in one hand, increased the speed and pressure of his strokes on Fen’s cock with the other.
“I want to, Master,” he gasped in that sweet, needy way he had when he was oh, so damn close to coming for him.
Frickin’ adorable.
Keeping his boy safe and happy were his two main priorities. He wasn’t some asshole interested in denying Fen anything.
Especially orgasms.
Fuck anyone who thought he was Mastering wrong—this was his boy, his husband, his life. If he wanted to feel Fen’s cum squirting through his fingers while listening to the sweet way he moaned his way through his orgasms, he damn sure would do it.
Making Fen happy was the core of his existence after too many damn years spent alone and unhappy.
Keeping Fen happy kept him happy.
Fen had hobbies—Fen was his hobby.
Taut, needy energy tensed Fen’s body as Joel’s lips feather
“You, Master.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He teased Fen, mouthing his flesh with his lips, the precursor to a bite. “Who loves you, baby?”
“Master loves me.” Joel could hear the raw, unfettered need in Fen’s voice, but still, he dragged this out for him.
“Who loves you?”
A soft whine. “Master loves me.”
Always three times, one of their little rituals. Joel raked his teeth over Fen’s shoulder. “Who loves you?”
“Master loves me.”
“Come for me, baby.” He bit down on the top of Fen’s shoulder, and that triggered him.
Fen’s fingers tightened around the back of Joel’s neck, digging in and making him growl around where he was biting. Fen’s cock exploded, hot cum spilling through Joel’s fingers as he stroked him hard, almost too much, that little bit of edge his boy needed in times like this, waiting to still his hands until just after Fen’s pitiful whimpers started. He didn’t release his bite or his grip on Fen’s cock and balls.
Pressing against Joel’s body, the tension slowly drained out of Fen’s muscles, until he lay draped against him.
That’s when Joel finally released his bite, licking at his flesh and drawing both his hands flat and up Fen’s abs, his arms encircling him and holding him. “My good boy,” he whispered into Fen’s ear. “So sweet, so sexy.”
Fen tipped his head back again, a languid, sated smile filling his features, gaze hooded, come-drunk and happy.
Happy.
From the moment months ago, when Fen confessed one afternoon what had happened to him in college, Joel knew he’d spend the rest of their lives together proving to his boy that he was nothing like the other men Fen had been with.
That Fen could trust him.
That he’d never break his promise to Fen to never cross that hard limit.
“Do I have a happy boy now?”
He wiggled his ass against Joel. “Yes, Master. Very happy.”
Joel kissed him, savoring him and this. “Love you, baby.”
“Love you, too.”
It was hard to reconcile that this sweet, pliant man in his arms had killed another guy. In self-defense, yes, but he loved that Fen could make himself vulnerable to him.
That Fen willingly gave himself to Joel.
“Dinner smells wonderful.”
Fen turned in his arms again and rose up on his toes to kiss him. “Then let me scrub you down so I can feed you.”
Joel didn’t want to release him quite yet. His hands cupped Fen’s ass. “If you decide you want a pole in the playroom, let me know. I’ll talk to Scrye to find out where to get one and how to install it.”
Fen cocked his head at him. “Really?”
“Really. Not like I’m going to argue against getting to have on-demand private pole-dancing shows from you.”
A sweet, playful smile quirked Fen’s lips. “Followed by a lap dance?”
“I’ll make it rain for you, baby.”
Fen giggled. “I just bet you will.”
“Is that a yes to the pole?”
Fen smiled and batted his gorgeous long eyelashes at Joel. “Master’s choice.”
“That sounds like a yes.”
His smile widened. “It’s not a no.”
Chapter Three
After dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, Fen snuggled on the couch with Joel to watch TV, uploaded the video file to Dropbox from his phone, and sent June the link. Upon thinking about it a little, he decided to upload the video to Facebook, too.
Set to friends-only, of course.
Anyone he was friends with on Facebook knew about him and Joel, and the basics of their relationship dynamic. That Joel was “in charge,” even if they didn’t know all the…details.
Pole dancing wouldn’t exactly be a shocker to anyone who knew Fen and his personality. Especially since he was clothed for the performance. Totally in character for him, actually.
“Did you seriously just upload that video to Facebook?” But Joel wore a playful smirk that told Fen he wasn’t in trouble.
Fen looked up into Joel’s blue eyes and batted his own at him. “Am I in trouble, Master?”
Joel snorted. “You almost kept a straight face when you asked that.” He brushed a hand through Fen’s light brown hair. “Almost.”
Fen grinned. “I’m getting better about that.”
“Yes, you are, baby. Don’t you get too fucking sneaky on me, or I might have to make some new rules.”
Fen laid his phone facedown on his chest so he could focus on Joel. He snuggled his head even tighter against Joel’s abs from where he was lying in Joel’s lap. “I promise no sneakiness in bad ways. I don’t want to find loopholes. If I don’t like a rule, I’ll tell you.”
His phone vibrated with an alert a few minutes later, and he looked to find a text from his best friend, Maddison.
Holy HELL, that pole dance was HAWT!
Followed by a bunch of smiley face emojis with hearts for eyes.
He giggled. “Mads liked the video.”
Joel smiled. “Good thing I’m not jealous of her.”
“Yeah, because, ew.”
Joel’s expression darkened as he glanced down. “Clarification, please?”
Fen flipped into equals mode. “Joel, I love her the way I love George. Like a sister. Well, I mean—you know what I mean.”
Joel’s expression immediately softened. “Ah, okay. Sorry, baby. I should have understood what you meant. My apologies. I’m just really tired and wasn’t thinking that all the way through.”
Fen sat up. “Joel, seriously, we were best friends through middle and high school,” he said. “Before, and after. Believe me, I spent plenty of time jumping on bullies for her, again, before and after. I wish her parents hadn’t made her change schools, but I get why they did, and so did she. I’m just glad my parents let me change schools, too, so we could stay together.”
Joel stroked Fen’s hair. “Sorry. Like you said, I just feel…protective of her.”
“And you’ve only met her the one time. Imagine being her friend for so many years.” He sighed. “My first crush.”
Joel nuzzled him for a kiss. “You told me there was a story there, too. You haven’t told me that yet. You said you’d let me hear it after I got to meet her. We sort of got distracted by the wedding and the move.”
Fen settled against him again and stared at Mads’ text message, shooting her a quick reply. “Yeah,” he quietly said. “I guess I’m not scaring you off now.”
Joel snorted. “Not even close.”
Fen sighed as he closed his eyes and laid the phone on his chest again. “I went to USF in Tampa, and she got a full-ride academic scholarship to UF, up in Gainesville. So, of course she took it…”
As he talked, Fen tried to stuff the emotions his memories of the story stirred inside him. He didn’t like thinking about those days, even though the events, ironically, took his attention off his own relationship issues back then.
The frantic phone call in the middle of the night from Maddison’s mom, who said they’d pick him up on their way through Tampa, because Mads was begging them to bring him. Her older sister had been out of state at college in California when it happened.
It also marked Fen’s first moment of stark realization why his father and older brother had worked so hard with him on self-defense over the years, how to keep himself as safe as possible.
His first glimpse of true, unadulterated, senseless violence and seeing how shitty human beings could treat other human beings.
How cruel humans could be to each other.
“I barely recognized her when they finally quit screwing around with us and told us where she was, let us back to see her,” Fen softly said, his guts going cold as he remembered that first view of her battered face, both eyes swollen shut, the ugly gash in her forehead, the bruises all over her arms and neck, the defensive wounds on her hands.
The other injuries they knew she’d also sustained, but which couldn’t be seen.
“I climbed into the bed with her and she clung to me, crying. Then, when her mom and dad found out how shitty the cops and medical staff had treated her, I seriously thought they were going to both end up in jail wanting to commit legit murder. If it hadn’t been for me calling Dad when they picked me up, and him and Mom jumping in the car and following us up there and arriving about an hour after we did, they might have ended up in jail.”
“Jesus,” Joel muttered, his arms tightening around Fen.
“Yeah. They hadn’t called my parents because they were just so upset and not even thinking. She’d specifically asked for me, and when they picked me up and I asked what Dad said, that’s when I found out they’d forgotten to call them. So I did. Only thing that kept me out of jail was trying to help her parents stay calm and staying strong for Mads until my parents arrived.
“Dad totally took over and went full-on cop on the assholes. Threatened to call FDLE and report them, if you can believe that. Finally got them to assign new detectives to the case who were sympathetic to Mads. Also chewed the hospital administrator out for how they treated her, and got new medical staff assigned to her.
“I wouldn’t leave her. The staff tried to make me leave, and I wouldn’t. Both her parents and mine stood their ground, too, and insisted I be allowed to stay. She was my best friend, and they’d already proven how shitty they could be to her. No way in hell was I leaving her alone with them. Especially when she was begging for me to stay. They would have had to drag me out of there, and it wouldn’t have ended well for someone.”
“No, shit,” Joel muttered. “Probably for whoever laid hands on you.”
“Right? People underestimate me. Always have.”
Joel rubbed his chin along the top of Fen’s head. “That’s usually their first mistake.”
“Well, the hospital staff learned that. They quickly learned not to piss me off. We got her out of there two days later. She withdrew from school, even though we tried to talk her out of it. I even volunteered to transfer up to Gainesville and move in with her. So our parents packed all her stuff and moved her back to Sarasota. I drove her car back for her and she rode with me. She transferred to the community college in Sarasota for the next several semesters, until she could get financial aid to go to USF.”
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