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“Ten, Sir. I’ve been horrible,” Roddy replied. He turned his head and met Vegas’ gaze. “Very bad.”
“Oh? Count them.” He whipped the flogger through the air, then brought the long leather tails down on Roddy’s ass.
“One.” Roddy shivered. “Thank you, Sir. May I have another?”
He struck his sub three more times in quick succession. The skin reddened and each time Roddy jerked.
“Two, three, four. Fuck.” Roddy squeezed his eyes shut. “Thank you, Sir. May I have some more?”
“How do you feel?” He draped the ends of the flogger on Roddy’s abused skin. When Roddy winced, he knew he’d pushed his sub further than he’d planned.
“I’m good.” Roddy kept his eyes closed. “I want more. I want to please you.”
Fuck. They were at a distinct crossroads. If the play had gotten too intense and Roddy refused to speak up, then something was definitely wrong. He wanted his sub to enjoy the experience, not to be going along for the sake of pleasing his Dom.
“One more.” Vegas swatted Roddy again then tossed the flogger onto the table. “You’ve had enough.”
“I can take more, Sir,” Roddy pleaded.
“No.” Vegas eased up behind his sub and wrapped one arm around Roddy’s torso. The scent of sweat and Roddy’s cologne curled in his nose. Perspiration glittered on Roddy’s shoulders. “You need a more tender approach.”
“Sir?” Although he’d questioned Vegas, Roddy swayed in Vegas’ embrace and rested his head on Vegas’ shoulder. “Fuck me.”
“Topping from the bottom?” Vegas scraped his teeth against Roddy’s neck. “Or do you want me in your ass that bad?”
“That bad, Sir.”
Vegas massaged the tight muscle of Roddy’s lower back and kissed along Roddy’s neck. The more he tasted his pet, the more he wanted. Roddy had become his drug. Maybe they were moving fast, but he didn’t care. He craved his pet’s body.
“Oh, Sir. I can’t think straight.” Roddy ground his ass against Vegas’ groin.
I can’t think straight, either. The world around them evaporated. The only thing that mattered was the moment. Nothing else existed because they were together.
Chapter Five
Vegas hooked his fingers into the waistband of the jockstrap. He could fuck Roddy with the thing on, but he wanted nothing between them. He palmed the table for the scissors then sliced through the elastic. The garment tumbled to Roddy’s feet.
“Thank you, Sir.” Roddy continued to grind against Vegas.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Vegas grasped Roddy’s hips and bent him over. The extra chain on the cuffs along with the change in stance gave Vegas the ultimate access to Roddy’s ass, but kept the sub connected to the cross.
“Thank you, Sir.” Roddy shivered. “Oh God.”
Vegas popped the lid on the lube then drenched his fingers with the clear fluid. He wanted Roddy to burn for him. He placed his free hand on the small of Roddy’s back to steady his pet then tapped Roddy’s hole with his index finger.
“Take me in.” He eased his digit past the tight ring of muscle in Roddy’s butt. “Hold me there.”
“Yes, Sir.” Roddy tensed. “Feels so good, Sir.” He inched backwards, filling himself more with Vegas’ finger.
“I’m setting the pace.” Vegas slapped Roddy’s ass. Not that he could blame Roddy. When they were together, the flames damn near burned down the building. Still, Roddy wasn’t in control. But Roddy held the power to change Vegas’ mind. He might— might —hand over the reins to Roddy. Might.
“Oh God, fuck me. Sir,” Roddy bit out. His hands curled into fists in the handcuffs. Sweat slid down his spine.
“Take more of me.” Vegas added a second finger. “Burning?”
“I am.” Roddy groaned. “Need you.”
“You’ve got me.” Vegas leaned over Roddy. Fuck. He’d bared more than he’d wanted to. He’d opened his fucking heart. He pumped his fingers in and out of Roddy’s hole. He’d slipped out of the scene and into reality. The funny thing? Slipping wasn’t awful. Hell, he loved it. He could be more his actual self with Roddy. He opened up his pet.
“Fuck me, Sir. Please? I’ve been bad and need you inside me.”
“Soon.” Vegas spanked Roddy once more then pulled his fingers from his pet’s ass. Might as well indulge the man. “I’m going to get something out of this, too.” Vegas wiped his hand on a towel, then unzipped. Time to fuck. He glanced down at his pet’s waiting hole, then stopped. Shit. Roddy had him so mixed up he’d almost forgotten a rubber.
He crossed the room to the small chest of drawers where he kept the supplies. He nabbed a rubber and more lube. The need built inside him. From his hairline to his toes, his body vibrated. Christ. He’d never been this turned on in his life. His nerve endings tingled.
Vegas stroked himself twice then rolled the rubber over his hard dick. Damn. Holding out wasn’t going to be easy. He’d been trained to keep himself in check. With Roddy, most of that training went out of the window.
He drenched his cock in lube then dribbled more over Roddy’s hole. “Waiting for me?”
“I am, Sir. I’m all yours, Sir.” Roddy glanced over his shoulder. “Please?”
“You’re expecting a lot.” Vegas lined his dick up with Roddy’s hole. He sank balls deep into his lover and groaned. Holy… A new power swept over him. He wasn’t there simply to bring his sub pleasure. He was there to take the same pleasure. They were a pair. They hadn’t come out and admitted they belonged together, but they did.
Vegas grasped Roddy’s hips. In and out, he moved. He pulled out until the blunt head of his erection was the only part of him in Roddy, then surged right back in.
“God. Sir.” Roddy arched his back and met Vegas thrust for thrust. “Jesus.”
Vegas opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Everything around them blurred and only the moment mattered. He slid his right hand along Roddy’s spine to the base of his neck, then into his hair. He tugged on the short strands. Roddy belonged to him. Above all else, Roddy was his.
Roddy groaned again. He tensed underneath Vegas. He yanked against the cuffs holding him to the cross. “Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“You do?” He wasn’t sure how he managed to form coherent words. Vegas slammed into Roddy. “Not yet.” He pulled harder on Roddy’s hair.
“Fuck. Sir.” Roddy shuddered. He tensed again. “I can’t hold… I’m…”
Vegas spanked Roddy once more then wrapped his arm around Roddy. He held them tight together. He wanted to claim his man. Not just a collar or fucking. He rubbed his nose along Roddy’s shoulder blade.
“Sir? Please, Sir. I can’t wait.” Roddy panted.
“Come for me.” Vegas scraped his teeth over Roddy’s skin. The overwhelming desire to bite washed over him. Although he wanted to do more, he dug his teeth into Roddy’s shoulder and sucked hard. His orgasm hit at the same time. The tidal wave of pleasure crashed within his belly. His knees knocked together. He released suction on Roddy, but didn’t let go.
His brain swam. So many walls had been crashed down. He wasn’t the same guy. He still wielded the crop and held the keys to the cuffs, but that job didn’t define him. He wanted to be Andrew to Roddy, not just Vegas. He had to be crazy. According to the rules of Darkness, the subs and Doms remained separate. Once a relationship became romantic, then he couldn’t remain an employee. Did he want to take that step and leave the club?
Part of him wanted the safety of the club. The rest of him wanted to bare his soul to Roddy.
Vegas blew out a ragged breath and rested his cheek against Roddy’s shoulder blade. He didn’t have his full weight on his sub, but he also couldn’t let go of him either. He closed his eyes then pulled out of Roddy.
“Wow,” Roddy said. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep upright. My knees are weak.”
“I’ve got you.” Vegas removed the spent rubber and tossed the condom into the trash. He stuffed his deflating erection back into his pants. He didn’t want his cock flopping around while they talked. He then uncuffed Roddy and slipped an arm around his pet. “Come with me.”
“I already did.” Roddy laughed. “Oh, Sir.” He leaned back in Vegas’ arms. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Me, neither.” Vegas steered Roddy to the bed. “Lay down.” He hesitated a moment. He could open the door to more discussion or just allow Roddy to come down from the sexual high. Aw, hell. “Will you stay tonight?” His heart lodged in his throat. He’d done it and asked the question that could change everything.
“Sir?” Roddy glanced up at him. His brow furrowed.
“I’d like you to stay beyond the cool-down period. I’m inviting you.” Vegas placed the used cuffs on the table to keep his hands busy. Pleading and explaining weren’t his style, but for Roddy, he’d do whatever the situation demanded.
Roddy continued to stare at him, but didn’t say a word.
The silence deafened Vegas. Fuck. He didn’t believe he’d imagined the connection between them, but the longer Roddy stayed quiet, the more he doubted his decision.
“Stretch out. I’ll get the cream,” Vegas said and turned away from Roddy. He needed a break from Roddy’s confused expression.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Ah, so they were back to the normal scene? Fine. Vegas popped the top on the bottle of cream then sat on the edge of the bed. He must’ve misinterpreted the attraction. Although he wasn’t happy about the situation, he moved forward. “Let me take care of you so when you’re ready to go, you’ll be good.”
Roddy scooted close to Vegas and bared his ass. “Sir?” He didn’t look at Vegas. “Is the offer still open?”
“To stay? Yes.” Vegas dribbled cream onto his palm then rubbed his hands together to warm up the gel. He was good at reading people, but he wasn’t sure what to think about Roddy.
Roddy rolled onto his side and touched Vegas’ arm. “I’d like to stay.” His eyes shimmered. “I’ve dreamed about this moment and never thought it would happen.” He smiled. “You stunned me.”
“I see.”
When Roddy flopped onto his belly, Vegas massaged the gel into Roddy’s ass. The redness hadn’t gone down yet, but the cream would help. After a moment to process what Roddy had said, he finally spoke. “Did you?” Vegas added more cream to his hands and warmed it up. “Tell me about it. We’re out of the scene. Speak freely.”
Roddy folded his arms under his head and sighed. “I don’t know how much talking I’ll be able to do. You’ve got magical hands. I could crash right here.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” He enjoyed being able to be honest with Roddy. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Roddy sighed again. “When we first started playing, I was attracted to you. Who isn’t? You’re hot. But I knew nothing more would happen. I’m a realist and I’m not going to attract a super-sexy guy. I’ve been told I’m a dork so many times. Anyway, I liked you from the moment we met, but I didn’t realize how much I wanted to be with you until a month or so ago. I dreamed about what it would be like to be your boy all the time. I figured it was crazy. I couldn’t wait to come to Darkness, but not just to play. I wanted to be with you.”
Good to know. Vegas massaged more cream onto Roddy’s ass and up his back. He loved touching the man.
“I felt so guilty when I couldn’t come in—not just because we couldn’t play, but because I didn’t get to see you. Tell me I’m not nuts for wanting this.” Roddy flopped back over and sat up. He crawled onto Vegas’ lap and draped his arms around Vegas’ neck. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Before Vegas could say anything, Roddy fused his lips to Vegas’ mouth. His nipples rubbed against Vegas’ chest and sent shimmers through his veins. He’d been kissed plenty of times before and nothing should’ve been earth-shattering about this kiss, except Roddy was involved. He wanted more from Roddy. So much more. He’d thought he’d been the only one feeling the attraction. He never should’ve given up so fast.
Roddy snuggled closer to Vegas and broke the kiss. He toyed with the short hairs at the base of Vegas’ neck, making his nerve endings tingle. “I barely know you. I shouldn’t be so drawn to you, but I can’t help it. You know more about me and my deepest secrets than anyone.”
“We’ve done very intimate things together. Some people can only wish to have the kind of connection we have.” He palmed Roddy’s bare ass. “It’s heavy stuff.”
“Heavy is one way to put it.” Roddy tipped his head to the side and wriggled on Vegas’ lap. “When did you know? You’ve got other subs, right? Are you…with any of them, too?”
“I have others, yes. Am I fucking them? No.” Vegas flattened his palm over Roddy’s heart. “I don’t want to sleep with the others. They are here for a service and I give them that service.” Said in such plain terms, he almost hated himself. Providing a service. Christ. He sounded like a freaking gigolo without the sex involved.
“I bet it’s hard having a girlfriend—or boyfriend—isn’t it?” Roddy shrank away from him a bit.
“I’m gay, Roddy.” Not that his sexuality wasn’t that obvious, but still.
“I didn’t want to assume.” The tips of Roddy’s ears burned. The color traveled down his cheeks to his neck and upper chest.
He needed to reassure his man. “My last boyfriend walked a while ago. Not everyone can handle what we do. He thought my job here was immoral and disgusting. He degraded my subs and me. If he’d have had his way, I would’ve left the lifestyle. I wasn’t ready and he couldn’t wait. It was for the best. Speaking of the best…” Vegas pulled away from Roddy. He climbed out of bed. He’d planned on collaring Roddy later, but now seemed like the right time. If they didn’t have a forever as a partnership, then he wanted to know he owned the man every moment they were in the club. He retrieved the second silver chain from his bag and opened the lock. He’d secreted the key in the safe he kept in his apartment.
“What’s wrong?” Roddy sat on the edge of the bed. The sheet barely concealed his groin. “Sir?”
“I don’t do public collaring ceremonies. Don’t like them. I’ll parade you around in front of everyone, but this moment is just for us.” Vegas opened the chain. “Beyond staying here with me, I want you as my sub.” He hadn’t asked a question, but he waited for Roddy’s response.
Roddy slipped off the bed and knelt at Vegas’ feet. “I kneel before you as a sign of my submission and accept this symbol of your dominance over me. I will wear this symbol proudly, Sir.”
“I accept you as mine.” Vegas secured the collar around Roddy’s neck. To anyone else, the chain would look like a thick necklace and it didn’t outwardly proclaim that Roddy was anyone else’s property.
“Thank you, Sir.” Roddy kept his head bowed. “Thank you so much.”
“On the bed. I want to hold you.” Vegas patted the mattress. He rarely spent nights at the club, but this moment couldn’t be out on hiatus until they got back to his apartment.
Roddy stood then threw his arms around Vegas. “My Sir,” he whispered. He eased from Vegas’ embrace and sprawled on the mattress. He kept his gaze on his Dom as Vegas shucked his pants. He kicked out of his boots and socks then crawled onto the bed. Vegas grabbed a sheet and covered their naked bodies. Roddy pressed himself to Vegas’ side.
A weight had been lifted from his shoulders. One task down. Now to bolster the growing romance between them. He waited for Roddy to stretch out on the bed then joined him. Life was good.
“Would you ever leave the lifestyle?”
“I haven’t done this in a long time.” Roddy tangled his legs with Vegas’ and rested his head on Vegas’ chest. “I might fall asleep this way.”
Had the little shit intentionally not answered him? He should’ve been upset, but wasn’t. He liked the moment too much to interrupt it. “I wouldn’t mind.” He stroked Roddy’s hair. He wouldn’t mind them being together like this for a long time.
“What would you leave the lifestyle for?” Roddy balled his fist on Vegas’ belly.
“Not what, but who.” Vegas tucked his free arm behind his head. “If I found the right guy in the right situation, I’d consider changing. I’ll never totally be out of the lifestyle. This play is what I need. I’ve had plenty of experiences like making love to a woman, vanilla sex with a guy and group sex, but being in control and dominating my partner to help him come to release is what I need. If I found someone who could handle the rougher side of what I like and still love the man I am outside of the club, I’d snap him up for good.”
He’d given away a few too many of his truths, but what the hell. Being brutally honest would either bring them closer together or drive Roddy away.
Roddy made a sound that crossed between a sigh and a chuckle. “I like when you tell the truth and are blunt. Would you tell me your real name? Vegas can’t be your actual name.”
“It’s Andrew.” A wave of panic swept over him. He’d never mixed himself up this much with a sub. Part of him wasn’t happy with his decision. The rest of him didn’t mind. He’d encouraged Roddy to bare his heart and soul when they played and Roddy deserved the same treatment.
“I like it.” Roddy’s breath warmed Vegas’ chest. “I like it and you a lot.”
“Sleep, handsome man. You need to rest.” Vegas kissed the top of Roddy’s head. “I’ll be here when you wake.” He held his sub tight. Just don’t sneak out on me. I’m falling head over heels for you.
Chapter Six
Roddy dragged a long breath into his lungs then let the air flow out. He nuzzled the pillow then paused. He wasn’t used to the cottony scent or the lumps in the mattress. This wasn’t his bed or his sheets. He opened his eyes and drank in his surroundings. Where the fuck was he?
When he turned his head, he noticed Vegas asleep beside him. He closed his eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary—just sleeping with Vegas. Everything was fine. Roddy sat up and gasped. He opened his eyes. Sleeping with Vegas? Holy shit. He grabbed the blanket and palmed his chest. He didn’t have to move the bedding to know he was naked. He’d slept with Vegas—not just played or fucked, but actually slept with his Dom.
