Constant, page 10
“More?”
“Yes, Sir. I deserve more.” Roddy closed his eyes. Euphoria washed over him.
“Two more.” Andrew rewarded him with a couple more spankings. “You like this too much. It’s not punishment.”
“I love your punishment, Sir.”
“You do?” Andrew raked his nails up and down Roddy’s back. “You’re red.”
“I’m fine, Sir.” He wanted more pain. The hurt always morphed into the blessed pleasure and took him away from his struggles.
“I’m sure you are fine, but I want you to stand.” He patted Roddy’s hip. “Now.”
Roddy did as he was told, although he fumbled to stand upright. Once he did, he bowed his head and clasped his hands at the small of his back. His skin tingled and sizzled from the spankings.
“On the bed. I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you.” Andrew snapped his fingers. “Now.”
Roddy bit back the grin. This wasn’t anything like their normal scenes, not that Roddy minded. They weren’t going to simply play. Andrew was going to make love to him. Roddy stretched out on his back on the mattress and grabbed his knees. His cock throbbed and pre-cum dribbled onto his belly. He flexed his asshole. Although he’d need prepping, he didn’t want to wait.
Andrew retrieved a condom and the lube from the nightstand. “I should’ve made you get these for me.” He tossed both items onto the bed beside Roddy. “I should also make you wait for me.”
Roddy nodded. “I’d wait forever for you, Sir.”
Andrew smiled. Without a word, he eased his tight T-shirt up over his head and tossed the garment onto the floor. His muscles stretched and flexed with each move. He unzipped and shoved his pants to the floor. In a fluid move that Roddy swore he’d have to learn, Andrew stepped out of his boots, socks and the wadded up jeans.
Roddy gasped. He’d seen Andrew nearly naked plenty of times and marveled at the man’s sheer strength, but looking at him now sent a fresh wave of shivers down his spine. This beautiful man before him wasn’t just appraising him as a Dom would his sub, but as a lover would his partner.
“My pet.” Andrew ripped the condom wrapper open then removed the rubber. He sheathed himself. “Want you so fucking bad.”
“Take me, Sir. I’m yours.” Roddy flexed his asshole again. “Need you inside me.”
“Need who?” Andrew squirted lube onto his fingers and his cock. He stroked himself. “Tell me.”
“I need you, Sir. Please? Fuck me,” Roddy pleaded. “Sir.”
“Say my name.” Andrew lined his dick up with Roddy’s hole. “Say it.”
“Andrew, Sir. I need you.” He gritted his teeth as Andrew pushed into him. “Fuck.”
“Take me in.” Andrew sank balls deep into Roddy then paused. He leaned forward and gazed into Roddy’s eyes.
For a split second, Roddy saw straight into his lover’s soul.
Roddy moaned. He bore down on Andrew. “God, yes, Sir.” He hadn’t needed the prep work. The anticipation of being complete with his lover had been enough this time. He felt every ridge and vein in Andrew’s cock.
“Mine,” Andrew bit out. He grasped Roddy’s hips. In and out. Harder, then soft thrusts. Each time he entered Roddy, he nudged Roddy closer to coming apart. He draped Roddy’s legs onto his shoulders and pumped his hips.
“Fuck. Sir. Love this.” Roddy wrapped his hands around Andrew’s forearms. Holding onto the bed wasn’t going to work. He needed to touch his lover.
“Love you.” Sweat glistened on Andrew’s brow and a droplet slid down his temple. His lips curled in a cross between a sneer and a smile. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir.” Roddy held onto his restraint, but not by much. The blossoming orgasm spread through his lower belly. He tensed and fought the waves of bliss. Andrew hadn’t said not to come, but he also hadn’t told him to come.
“Jesus.” Andrew slammed into Roddy and his cock throbbed. “Come for me.” He reached between their bodies and curled his fingers around Roddy’s dick. He matched each thrust with a pull on Roddy’s erection. “Come for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Roddy grunted. He hadn’t needed coaxing to climax. Hell, he needed the push to keep the orgasm at bay. He gave in to the euphoria. A thick rope of cum splattered across his belly and chest. He panted and stared into Andrew’s eyes.
This was what he’d needed all along—his lover and his Dom to be his forever. He yanked Andrew onto his chest and held him.
Neither spoke for the longest time. Roddy enjoyed the quiet post-orgasm glow. From his head to his toes, he’d relaxed. He could sleep for ages—but not yet.
“You’ll wear me out.” Andrew braced himself on his forearms, putting a bit of space between him and Roddy. “Once we added sex to the equation, I couldn’t hold back for long.”
“I couldn’t either. I like it.” He tightened his asshole around Andrew’s cock. “Stay tonight. Stay tomorrow. I don’t care how long.”
“You’ll get tired of me.” Andrew kissed him, nipping Roddy’s bottom lip. “I’m a clean freak.”
“So?” Roddy grinned. “This condo is big enough for two or three people. I don’t want a third person, but I do want you here. Slowly, but I want you here.”
Andrew sighed. A laugh bubbled from his throat. “You don’t mess around, do you?”
“We’ve known each other for two years. If I trust you not to hurt me in a scene, then I can trust you in my home.” Roddy shrugged. “I know you better than you think. You’re a good man. You’re my boyfriend and my Dom. Life with you here would just be better.”
“Say that again when I’m crapped out and snoring.” Andrew winked. “Then we’ll see.” He patted Roddy’s hip, then stood. “I’m one hell of a snorer when I’ve got a cold. A big baby when I’m sick.”
“Then you’ll be my big baby.”
“I love you, Roddy.”
“I love you, too.” Roddy stood, then eased up behind Andrew as Andrew removed the spent condom. His Dom had used his name, not his pet name. Things were definitely good.
Roddy rested against Andrew’s back. He didn’t care what the future held. He’d found the love of his life and wasn’t letting go any time soon. Through sickness, health, spankings, awkward date nights and even harsh scenes, he wanted everything Andrew could give him. He’d found his constant. Forever.
Epilogue
One year later…
Andrew placed the box on the floor then stood. He surveyed the landscape. In the last year, he’d changed his life around completely. No more time at Darkness. Instead, he spent regular hours at the community center and had earned a raise. He wasn’t just a coach and a counselor, but the head counselor. He’d given up his dinky apartment and moved in with the love of his life, Roddy. Roddy had changed, too, but for the better. He’d earned a promotion to head producer and shared his former duties with Tory. Once he’d gotten to know the younger man, he liked Tory. He’d come to enjoy being around the entire news staff.
Andrew sighed. His thoughts returned to Roddy. They played scenes at night and had learned to become partners. They’d forged a life together when most people would’ve ruled them out. All in all, he liked the changes.
Roddy bumped shoulders with him. “Are you in there?”
“I am.” Andrew nodded. “Are you ready to do this? It’s a little more complex than putting in the St. Andrew’s Cross or the collaring ceremony.”
Roddy snorted. “We adopted two cats. Adding them to the household mix isn’t that big of a deal. They needed a home together and we needed them. Shall we let them loose?”
“Go for it.” Andrew chuckled. He’d been the one to suggest they adopt both felines. The minute he’d seen the rumpled bundles of fur, he couldn’t walk away. He’d fallen in love with the gray tabby first, but hadn’t been able to pass up the mottled orange kitty.
“Well, Cary Grant and Danny Kaye, this is your new home.” Roddy opened the box lid. “Enjoy, but don’t destroy my carpet.”
As the cats ventured away from the protection of the box, Roddy draped his arm around Andrew’s waist. “You know, I’m glad we did this. Getting the cats was a good move… But I’m still debating that tattoo or the piercing.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. Good Lord. “Talk about a topic shift. You’re still on the tattoo kick? You don’t even know what you want or where you want it.”
“I’d like your dick up my ass.” Roddy smiled. “Oh, you were talking about the tattoo. That’s why I’ve still got the piercing in mind.”
“You don’t need a nipple ring.” Andrew kissed Roddy’s temple. “I like the clean look. The nerdy look, as you call it. It’s sexy.”
“Yeah? Good.”
Andrew stood in silence with Roddy and watched the cats explore their new surroundings. Cary Grant, the more laidback of the two, stopped in the middle of the room to lick himself. No sudden moves, just calm surveying. Danny Kaye darted around the space, hurrying from spot to spot with his yellow eyes wide. The pair of felines reminded Andrew of him and Roddy. Whereas he moved with precision, Roddy bounded ahead with glee. They were better together than he could’ve imagined. Hell, he couldn’t see his life without Roddy.
“This is exactly what I wanted.” Roddy snuggled up to Andrew and draped his arms around Andrew’s neck. “My partner is living with me, he’s my Dom and we’ve got two cats to annoy the hell out of us. I’ve got it all.”
“Oh yeah?” Andrew slid his hands down to Roddy’s waist. The silver chain glittered around Roddy’s neck. Andrew palmed the lump in his front pocket. They’d made one commitment when he’d collared Roddy. Now he wanted to make another.
“What? You’re white as a ghost.” Roddy chuckled. “Need me to make you feel better?”
“I do.” Andrew disengaged from Roddy and dropped to one knee. “I don’t have tons to give you, but I want to make our commitment even stronger and permanent. Beyond the club, the scenes and all that, I love you. Will you marry me?”
The blood thumped in his ears. He’d done it. He’d proposed. His breath lodged in his throat. Roddy could agree or laugh. Fuck.
“Wow.” Roddy sank to his knees in front of Andrew. “I—never thought you’d want to.”
Not the roaring acceptance Andrew had expected. “Marry you? You bet I do. You told me one time I was your constant. Everything else is a variable, but you and I are the constant. I’ve never had what I’ve got with you, with anyone else. Don’t want it with anyone else.” Andrew’s hands shook. Just looking into Roddy’s eyes, he felt bare. Roddy managed to strip away his defenses, but in turn made him a better man. He could live without Roddy, but he didn’t want to. Please say yes.
Roddy plopped onto his ass on the floor. “I would be honored to be yours.” He held out his left hand. “My husband. I like the sound of that.”
“I do, too.” Before he slipped the ring onto Roddy’s finger, he turned the band over in his hand. His heart hammered. “Look inside the band. I had something engraved for you.”
Roddy held the ring up to the light. “Holy shit. You had a lock engraved on it.” He stared into Andrew’s eyes. “Locked together in every form of our relationship. I love it—and you.”
Andrew slid the ring onto Roddy’s left hand then kissed his lover’s knuckles. Roddy was right—they did have it all. The cats, the condo, the crazy big love they shared… What more could a man ask for?
Roddy rested his forehead against Andrew’s and kissed him. “You are going to spank my ass and make me scream your name tonight, right?” His eyes gleamed. “I’m so hard right now.”
“Then let’s play, pet.”
“Husband,” Roddy said.
“Either way, your ass is mine.” Andrew kissed Roddy again, but harder. He’d found the love of his life in the last place he’d expected. Life was fucking fantastic.
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Drive My Car
Megan Slayer
Excerpt
Chapter One
Possess me, tease me, oh God, tie me up and use me.
Fynn Gold shifted position in his seat and forced his gaze from the action in the back of his limousine. The longer he stared at his boss of a year, the more he’d get himself into trouble. Spending the last year of his life with the guy had helped Fynn learn one hell of a lot about Miles—who he played around with, his favorite music, his tendency to drum his fingers when frustrated. Fynn’s erection pressed painfully against his ironed polyester trousers. He thanked God the polished aviator sunglasses shielded his eyes. If Miles ever realized he played the voyeur, he’d be fired in an instant.
No fraternizing with the staff. Fuck.
But knowing the truth didn’t stop him from fantasizing. Yes, he’d landed the job of a lifetime when Miles Hornish had hired him as his personal driver. Yes, he made good money doing little more than driving. But having the real estate king of Cleveland’s west side as a boss didn’t earn him dates. Most guys and women only hung out with him in order to get to Miles. He couldn’t blame them. He’d trade everything for one hot night with Miles Hornish.
One of the women, the blonde, flipped her hair and moaned. Her breasts spilled from her black cocktail dress. The other girl, a brunette, palmed one of the bare globes, then grinned at Miles. Instead of jumping into the middle of their grope session, he lounged in his seat. Miles didn’t smile or smirk. No, he kept the same poker face expression he used during business meetings.
The women didn’t turn him on. They did nothing for Fynn. Even the gentleman sitting beside Miles with his hand on Miles’ thigh looked bored. The girls continued to remove each other’s clothing until both were nude from the waist up.
Fynn caressed the corner of his iPad. Part of him wanted to ignore the orgy in process in his back seat and resume reading his latest legal thriller. He’d seen more than his share of debauchery in his time as Miles’ chauffeur. The suspense in the book sometimes ended up being better than watching yet another woman throw herself at the real estate magnate.
Part of him wanted to shoo the extra people from the car. He’d rather be alone with Miles even if he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell with the man of his dreams.
“You probably don’t even realize I exist as anything but a driver,” he muttered. Fynn stole a glance at the rear of the vehicle. The women took turns giving the other man oral sex. Miles sat apart from the group. He didn’t watch their antics.
Miles stared straight at the security camera.
Holy hell.
Without ripping his gaze from the direction of the camera, Miles inched the cummerbund out of the way and unzipped his tuxedo trousers. He slipped his hand into the gap in his pants, then eased his cock out for all to see. His lips parted as he wrapped his fist around his erection.
Fynn’s mouth ran dry. Was Miles playing to him? Did Fynn actually care? Not really. Fynn engaged the locks on the doors and switched the button to darken the front windows. He sat back in his seat and mimicked Miles’ movements. Fynn worked his dick free of his pants and stroked in time with his boss. His balls ached and excitement shimmered in his veins. He’d never been so careless in the front of the car, but with the inky night sky working in his favor, he didn’t care.
“You have no idea how much I want you to possess me,” Fynn whispered. His heart ached with each stroke. He stared at Miles’ image on the screen. Although his eyelids were partially closed, Fynn noticed the same sadness in Miles’ eyes. All the money in the world couldn’t buy Miles happiness?
Miles nodded into the camera and slid down behind the wheel. His eyelids drooped farther and he rubbed one hand over his chest.
“Yes, Sir.” Fynn rocked his hips and fucked his hand. “Please be doing this for me.” He knew the truth, but still.
Something gray filled the screen.
“What?” Fynn pressed his lips together to keep from shouting. They couldn’t hear him in the back, but if the security system had failed, some of the other precautionary systems could’ve failed, too—including the soundproofing. He tapped the screen in case the feed had fizzled. Nothing changed. He stuffed himself back in his pants and zipped, then pressed the emergency button. Only Miles knew how to turn the blinking red light off and only if he wasn’t in danger. The longer the little bulb burned, the harder Fynn’s heart hammered.
The blob of gray remained in front of the camera.
Fynn grabbed his cell phone and pressed the buttons to connect directly with Miles. “Sir, we’re being asked to move the limo. Would you like to proceed to the next destination?” He hoped his voice sounded calm.
“Yes, let’s head to Excalibur.” The blob moved from the screen. Miles crossed his legs and folded his arms. The blonde and brunette cuddled on either side of the other gentlemen, seemingly oblivious to Miles.
“Strange,” Fynn mumbled. Nothing seemed to be out of order other than the extra three individuals sitting apart from Miles. Fynn turned on the engine and put the limo into gear. He sped across Cleveland’s Flats district, passing the docks and the riverside concert pavilions. A row of flags with spotlights lined the route and flashed when he passed them. He pulled to a stop in front of the castle-like building.
“We’re at our destination, Sir.” A shiver ran the length of Fynn’s spine. Each time he called Miles ‘Sir’, part of him wished it wasn’t in the employer-employee manner, but rather with Miles serving as his Dom.
“Thank you, Gold. Give us a moment.” Miles shook hands with the gentleman.
Fynn jumped out of his seat and rounded the hood of the luxury car. He opened the door to the rear of the car and waited for the group to exit.
“Thanks for a real smooth ride,” the blonde cooed. She blew Fynn a kiss. “Next time, why don’t you join the party?”
The brunette elbowed the blonde. “He’s the help. Never fuck the help. They forget their place and think they’re something special.” She crinkled her nose and swept her gaze over Fynn. “Sorry, but you’re the help. We don’t do the help.” She tipped her head back and tugged the blonde toward the club doors.
