River of Tears
Warning: River of Tears contains violence.
River of Tears is about a woman’s struggle as she searches for her missing husband, which leads to shocking revelations about him, his family, and the crime of adult kidnapping.
Abby meets Caiden when she is sixteen years old at nineteen they marry and after seven years of marriage it ends. She is left alone with her children and the bloody clothes Caiden was last seen in.
Knowing her husband isn’t dead, Abby begins a search that takes her from Arizona to Arkansas and lasts for a span of eight years.
More determined than ever to locate her husband, before he’s killed, Abby hires a private investigator who opens the doors to Caiden’s private world of hell.
River of Tears has gone through a few ups and downs...I recently took the rights back to this baby because the publisher who had it didn't deserve it. I'm not sure yet where I'll take this one, but you can bet....you'll see her soon....
Hot Pink Condom
McKayla believes she has the best of both worlds. A steady job which allows her to focus on what she does the best at a marketing firm located in downtown Denver. She has had a steady relationship with Kurt, the man of her dreams. Together they explore role playing and that can lead them into areas which allows her to hide behind who she is at the moment.
When she plays someone else, she doesn’t have to focus on her feelings or give them thought, which is fine by her. She witnessed her own parent’s marriage and how badly it fell apart. She would watch her father when he didn’t think she was looking,she saw the misery in his eyes, along with the unshed tears. McKayla swore she’d never allow a partner to do that to her.
McKayla’s world is perfect. Never mind the fact that each time Kurt comes home for the weekend to spend time with her, to have someone to touch, kiss, and have sex with, along with the role-playing, she's seeing love around her everywhere. And now, she'ss tarts to see a change in her boyfriend that she can’t and won’t face. If she does, she’s sure she'll lose him.
Roleplaying keeps McKayla safe, keeps her feelings and her emotions in check. All she can think of is the next scene and feeling the man of her dreams giving her the pleasure she craves. She knows, as he does that no matter who holds the crop, no matter who is tied up, no matter what role they are playing, Kurt is the true Alpha, the true Dom to her submissive side. She knows one word from him, her mind instantly melts and awaits his direction.
But she fears her relationship with Kurt is slipping away, because she can’t give him what he really wants. And his long absences for work give her too much time between scenes to fixate on what that is: love. For her to say it. She shows it; she’s damn good at showing it whenever they spend time together. Still, if she says it, everything between them will change forever. If she doesn’t, soon, she may just lose him.
McKayla's a successful professional by day who likes a little tie-me-up, tie-you-down by night with her long-time boyfriend Kurt, whenever he’s in town. It’s not a secret that she loves him; everyone who sees them knows but she's got a nasty hang-up about saying the words. If she can't say "I love you", it may destroy her relationship with Kurt. When he walks out on her after a long night of D/s play, she believes she’s lost the only man she could ever love.
Late at night, alone in an alley, McKayla is kidnapped. In a remote area in the Rocky Mountains, her kidnapper teaches her a thing or two about how to connect with people without saying a word.
(Richie is the youngest O'Brien brother who is twelve when Behind Blue Eyes begins.)
Richie sat on the couch in the living room with an open book beside him and a notebook and pen on his lap. He loved studying history, especially Egyptian. The moment his teacher assigned the class to study one of the gods the Egyptian's prayed to, he knew immediately he would study and present his speech about Anhur. In short his name meant “killer of enemies.” If his brother TJ had lived back in that time, Richie was sure he would have been the god Anhur. He smiled just a bit and thought that he'd grow up to be just like his brother, TJ.
TJ along with his friends in the neighborhood, helped protect everyone who lived in the area against gangs from other hoods. And sometimes guns were involved. TJ had a few guns he kept hidden, though Richie tried to find them he never could. Probably for the best. If their brothers Torro and Ryan found Richie with a gun or even touching one, they'd tan his ass but good and then TJ would get beat by Torro.
“Rich, how's that homework coming along?”
Richie looked over at Ryan who was doing his own homework on the other end of the couch. “It's coming. I'm almost done. I'm doing a report on the Egyptian god, Anhur because he reminds me of TJ.”
“Lord. Whatever you do, don't say that out loud when Torro gets here, which should be any minute. I do not even want to hear it tonight. I have three exams in the morning and I damn sure don't want to hear those two going at it over homework.”
Richie nodded. He hated it too. Torro was so mean sometimes. And those sometimes really was most of the time and especially to TJ.
“Speaking of which. He's home. Head down, get to looking busy,” Ryan said as he did the same.
“TJ's home so he shouldn't be in a bad mood,” Richie replied sneaking a peek at Ryan before looking back down at his notebook.
“Yeah. It's okay. Just do your work.”
“What about dinner?”
“He's late. It's in the microwave, now stop worrying. Shit at the rate you're going, you'll be fully gray by the time you're twenty.”
Richie snorted. “Around here, more like sixteen.”
“And here he comes,” Ryan whispered.
“Shh, write something, now.”
Richie made a face at Ryan and put his pen to the paper and began writing. He adored his brothers, for the most part. Especially TJ. He was the most quiet of the four of them, and the most dangerous, the one everyone wanted a piece of and the same one no one wanted a piece of. Torro was the one everyone ran from, smart on their part in Richie's opinion. Didn't mean it was easy to live with him though. When Richie said everyone, that included him, Ryan and at times TJ. Though why TJ put up with the shit Torro dished out, was beyond him. All he knew was that he hated it. Hated seeing Torro hurt TJ time and again.
The front door opened, a gust of air which smelled like watermelon to Richie, then the door closed. Richie didn't look up, but he knew it was Torro, just by the way the air in the room seemed to fill of his cologne.
“Dinner's in the oven,” Ryan said as Torro walked past them and into the kitchen. Ryan looked at Richie who was already looking at him and said, “Oh shit.”
“You noticed too? I am so tired of this,” Richie whispered. He knew better than to speak loud enough where Torro would hear him, especially if he was supposed to be doing homework which should have been done a couple hours ago. Thankfully Torro hadn't said anything yet. But he would, Richie was willing to place money on it.
Richie sighed and slowly turned to look at Ryan who was looking towards the kitchen.
“And it begins,” Richie whispered. He was hoping to not have to put another red X on his calendar but from the tone of Torro's voice, it would appear another X would join the rest he had marked. Thirty one days in the month, it was the fifteenth, and so far there were nine red x's. All of them indicated the days Torro got into it with TJ.
“Shh, please, Richie, just be quiet. TJ can handle it.”
“Hmph, apparently so,” Richie replied as he put his book and notebook on the coffee table. He got up and went to the wall by the kitchen so he could look in.
“Rich,” Ryan hissed. Richie ignored him.
The door which led to the laundry room in the basement opened and TJ appeared holding a basket full of laundry. They all took turns doing the chores around the house and TJ took Richie's day so he could focus on his homework. Sometimes it bothered Torro, because it wasn't teaching Richie responsibility and other times he didn't care. Mostly when he wasn't home that was.
“How's work going, TJ?” Torro asked as he sat down with his warmed up dinner.
TJ held the laundry basket on one hip tucked under his arm. He didn't say anything for several seconds, he watched Torro eating. “It's fine. I put my part of the rent on your dresser.”
Torro nodded and said, “Put that down and come have a seat. We need to talk.”
Richie watched TJ look up at the ceiling in exasperation. He read his brother like a book. Richie wanted to go into the kitchen and try to stop whatever madness Torro was up to but he knew if he did, he'd end up in a lot of trouble and only make things worse for TJ than they already were.
TJ placed the basket down on the counter and went to the other end of the table and sat down on the chair while taking his cigarettes out of his front pocket. He lit one and pulled the ashtray toward him and looked Torro. Richie noticed the way TJ's right leg was off to the side and not under the table like his left leg was and it was bouncing up and down. Richie knew TJ was ready to hop up if he needed to, he was ready to stand his ground if it called for it. That bouncing had everything to do with adrenaline and nothing to do with nerves or fear. TJ had no idea what fear was. According to Torro, that alone would be TJ's downfall. Whatever in the hell that meant.
“You've dropped weight,” Torro said.
TJ flicked the ash off his cigarette. “Is that what you wanted to talk to me about, my weight?”
Torro looked away, exhaled and then looked back at TJ. “You can't afford to lose any more. I have protein shakes in the fridge, start drinking them.”
TJ dropped his head a bit while looking at Torro. “Really? That's rich coming from you. What did you really want?”
“I got a call from Richie's teacher today about his behavior and his grades.”
Richie's heart sped up. Damn her! She said she wouldn't tell if he did his homework and turned it in on time.
“What about them?” TJ asked.
“I received a call from his teacher a couple days ago. From what Ms. Marks said his grades have gone from straight A's to F's over a period of thirty days. He's been involved in more fights this year than any other. I've tried talking to him but he insists that everything is okay and he'll bring his grades up. However, I know as well as you do that not everything is okay with him. The damn kid won't talk to me. You know he won't talk to Ryan, but he'll talk to you about what's going on in his head. You need to take some time out and talk to him and find out what's wrong. We need to get a hold on him before...”
“He ends up like me?” TJ said cutting him off.
Torro's mouth clamped shut and TJ put his cigarette out. “Yeah, thought so.” TJ got to his feet and grabbed the basket off the counter. “I'll talk to him. Is that all?”
“Yes,” Torro replied dryly.
TJ muttered something under his breath and left the kitchen just as Richie pounced down on the couch. He didn't want to be caught listening in on a conversation he wasn't invited to be a part of, even if it was about him. TJ nodded to Ryan and then as he made his way to the staircase which led to the upper floor he said, “C'mon, lil man, we need to have a talk.”
“Don't give him any shit, Rich,” Ryan said before Richie made it to the stairway. “He has enough.”
Richie nodded and followed in TJ's footsteps. They ended up in Richie's room with TJ taking all of Richie's white clothes from the basket and placing them on the bed.
“Have a seat, Richie.”
Richie sat on his bed next to the freshly washed clothes, a hint of bleach hung in the air. He hated when Torro made TJ do things he shouldn't be doing. It wasn't TJ's job to correct Richie, it wasn't anyone's but his own.
“I know you heard everything he said downstairs. So what's the deal?”
Richie looked up at TJ's face and saw how tired he was just by looking into his eyes. There were dark circles under them too, his cheek bones seemed to show more than they did a week ago. Torro was right, TJ was losing weight. Probably due to all the damn fighting with Torro. “Nothin'.”
“Excuse me?” TJ snapped.
“Nothing is. I'm fine.”
TJ sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, his bangs falling back down almost into his eyes, the rest of it fell in waves to his shoulders. He sat down next to Richie and patted his little brothers knee. “Richie, that isn't an answer. You'd best start talking.”
“TJ, you're not a bad person, why can't I be like you? You got a real job when you were younger than me. Why can't I have one?”
“Because you'll get further in life if you go to school and graduate, maybe go to college and study something you like instead of settling for something you don't like just to make money. You don't need to work until you're older. You need to enjoy your childhood as long as you can. This fighting in school or out of it is not acceptable. And you know it. It's time to buckle up. I won't have it any other way.”
Richie nodded. “Okay. I'll do better. I promise. But I still don't see why it's so bad to wanna be like you.”
“I have no complaints but you're you. So let me be me and you be you. Okay? Promise?”
“Promise. But if someone starts a fight and throws the first punch?”
TJ stood up, collected the basket and tucked it under his arm and turned to the door. “Make sure you get the last one in.”
Free Fiction- MM Genre
A Lesson To Be Learned featuring Lucca and Carl from Lethal Obsession: Deserted
In light of the upcoming story featuring Lucca and Carl I thought I'd post a bit of a "side story" with you about the two of them. This is part of a short I did with a friend: Seth Azzarello. You'll see him from time to time posting on the Lethal Obsession blog.
Carl returned to Lucca’s favorite leather bar, Kinks, determined to find that brat he’d told to stay home. That stubborn boy never listened. Ever. Lucca had an agenda of his own, that was for damn sure, and he never used the thinking side of his brain when he went out on these agenda-driven missions.
Infuriating. That Italian beauty managed to wake Carl’s Dom side with a fever he hadn’t felt in a long time. And damned if he could squash those feelings.
Unfortunately for Carl, an hour later, Lucca was nowhere to be found. Carl searched Kinks, only leaving when the club owner informed him that Lucca hadn’t been in since the week before. Carl looked at his watch, and phoned his best friend Torro. He had a very missing boy on his hands, and that certain alluring brat needed to be taught a lesson. And now that Carl had some free time on his hands, he decided to expand his horizons and visit a few BDSM clubs in downtown Tucson.
Since meeting Lucca and taking him on as his sub full time, he’d tried unsuccessfully to get that boy out of the clubs; it was a losing battle. In Carl’s mind’s eye, he kept seeing those eyes and those lovely, plump lips that were made to suck and to be sucked on. The very image of the boy on his knees, taking a cock down his throat, a cock that did not belong to Carl, was almost Carl’s undoing. He took a deep breath and looked at the patrons at the bar, but so far, none of the men there matched the vision that was etched in his mind. Carl looked at the red light and tapped the steering wheel impatiently, his mind going a mile a minute. “Lucca, boy you are in some deep trouble,” he mumbled as his phone lit up warning him of an incoming call.
“Yeah?” His brow rasied, a small smile played over his lips and he said, “Give me twenty minutes.”
“Dreads,” Carl said to himself, looking for the neon red flashing sign. So, this is where his brat ended up at. He turned off the engine of the Jag and opened the door. His eyes swept the building, the near to full parking lot, and the area around it. Nodding his head, he slipped his keys into the front pocket of his jeans. With a sigh he said, “Sounds about right.” He walked to the front door with a purpose, flashed his exclusive membership card, which allowed him access to any BDSM club in the state of Colorado, and headed right to the heart of the place.
Several of the members nodded and bid him a good evening. He merely nodded in response, ignoring the eyes of several of the submissive men and boys who vied for his attention. His reputation as a Dom in the city was well known, especially after the times he and Lucca had played publicly to help the boy overcome his anxiety over trust. One look from him and the pathway cleared, giving him access to the main hall, where he was told by the front man that a scene of special interest would be taking place. He found several men of all ages standing in front of a display window, their eyes gazed over and watching the two people inside.
Two men stood with their backs facing the large window, discussing, what Carl guessed, was a scene they were to take part in. The older, balding, slightly overweight man briefly turned to look at something in the room, and Carl cringed. His blood boiled; rage coursed through his system. He took a breath to calm himself, for entering that room could prove fatal for all involved if he went in without control.
Lucca never even looked around. His eyes were focused downward, but Carl knew that boy was being anything but the submissive the other so-called Dom thought him to be. To Lucca, this was a game, a test of sorts, and Carl was tired of them.
Carl stormed in the door, shocking not only the Dom, but also the young man who was supposed to be at home. He looked at the other man, with a scowl on his face, and said, “What do you think you’re doing?”
The man coughed and glared at him. “What am I doing? I should think it would be the other way around. What the hell is your problem? This is my room at the moment, my scene, and you weren’t invited. See yourself out, immediately, before I call security.”
Carl wasn’t paying the man any attention; his eyes, his thoughts all centered on the young man staring at him in what Carl could only define as fear, shock, and satisfaction. “You misunderstood me. This young man here is mine. He is not in a position to accept anything from anyone without my permission, and I did not, under any circumstance, give my permission. Remove yourself from this room at once.” Carl ignored the small gasp he heard coming from the boy, and looked right into baldy’s eyes.
“Now wait just one moment. I know for a fact that this slut has no Master.”
“Are you sure about that?” Carl let what he said sink in, he stared at the other man and with a smirk he said, “I beg to differ. Now, you leave here while I have a talk with my sub about his actions with you here this evening.” Carl looked at his charge and said, “Where are you supposed to be right about now?”
“Sir?” The quiet, innocent reply came. Innocent my ass, Carl thought.
“Present.” Carl looked scornfully at him. “That’s ten for disobedience. The longer you stand there, the more marks I’ll add, and believe me, young man, it will be anything but pleasant.” He glared his eyes unblinking. “Drop that innocent act, boy.”
The younger man blushed, dropped to his knees, and bowed his head. “Yes, Sir.”
Carl reached a steady hand out and placed it on top of the dark head. “If you ever disappear on me again and leave me no clues as to your whereabouts, you’ll be sorrier than ever. Understand me?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, but I was upset when you refused to talk to…”
“That’s ten more for speaking out of line. I required a yes or no, not an explanation.” Carl walked away from him and stood inches from baldy, who watched them with distaste. “He’s my boy and if you ever make an advance on him again, I’ll not only have your membership, I’ll have your ass in a sling.” He moved in closer and peered into those beady eyes. “I know who and what you are, and you do not scare me in the least. He is not a part of the circuit and never will be. And you damn well know it. Got it?”
The man’s nostrils flared; his face turned red, and he opened his mouth, snapped it shut, and then took a step back before saying, “You can’t do…”
“Oh,” Carl said, walking closer to the other man. “I can. The regulations plainly state that it is against the rules to interact with another man’s sub, and/or slave, without permission from both parties. I did not give you permission. And I damn sure did not give my boy permission. And between you and I, regulations or not, I would kill you for this. Now, if you’ll kindly excuse yourself from this room, I have work to do.”
“I shall call…”
Carl waved him away, like he would a bothersome insect, and turned his attention to his kneeling boy. “You do that. Just go away at once. Ciao.”
The man huffed. “Perhaps you need to brand the little bitch so others will know he’s not the unclaimed whore he plays himself off to be.” The other man looked once more at the kneeling boy, shook his head in anger, and promptly left the room, leaving the door open in his wake.
Carl walked the space of the room, not saying a word. He was too busy chastising himself for doing what he was about to do. This was probably the worst idea he’d ever had. Okay, it wasn’t really an idea, he didn’t plan it, well not exactly but when he arrived home and Lucca was once again “missing” as he was told by the housekeeper, he had to come up with something. And he damn sure was not going to allow that creature to touch his beautiful boy. “You clearly have no damn idea what that masochistic pig is about, do you? He would have maimed you for life. Is that what you’re after?”
“No, Sir. I just needed…”
“A yes or no. You address me with a yes, Sir, or a no, Sir, and if you elect the latter, you’d better have a damn good reason to use it. If you need everything to stop, what are you to say?”
“My safeword, Sir.”
“And that is?” He said between clenched teeth.
Carl had his mouth open to speak, but stalled. He blinked and snapped his mouth closed, then said, “Boy, what in the hell do you have against pineapples?”
Lucca grinned as he shrugged those lean shoulders upwards. "Nothing. In fact, I enjoy pineapples very much. Kind of rolls of the tongue, don't you think?"
Carl wanted to reply, truly, but the boy had once again rendered him speechless.
“Do not hesitate to use it.” He stood back, arms crossed, and admired the other man’s body; the naturalness, the grace. Then add, the defiance in those dark, mysterious eyes and all Carl could think of was bending that boy right over and burying his dick right in Lucca's perfect ass. “If you ever do anything this insane again, I will introduce to you a whole new level of shame.” Wisely, Lucca lowered his head more and kept his lips tightly shut. Carl walked to him and stood behind him, taking in the beauty of the boy’s smooth back. “No one sees you undressed unless I am present to control the situation and it is something we have both agreed upon.” He walked slowly around Lucca, and stopped when he was directly in front of him. “Do you understand?”
Lucca snickered and nodded.
“I do not read head movements. When I ask you a question, I expect to hear your answer unless I specifically tell you no talking. How many times have we been over this?”
Lucca still didn’t say a word. Why? This was too much fun. He could not believe he was here with Carl, even a year after they’d met. It was all like a dream, a tasty kinky dream, at that. Lucca remembered the night they’d met as if it were just yesterday. His Master had held him against the wall and had his heart hammering in his chest, waking up parts of Lucca’s mind, his body, that he didn’t realize had been asleep. Then the dance they’d shared when he’d convinced Carl to dance with him, one of many to be exact; their bodies were made to fit the other. Their everything was made for each other, and that made this encounter so much more. Yes, he’d overstepped the line. Again. But damn it was so worth it.
Carl called upon every bit of reserve he’d stored away. This boy was going to be the death of him. Stubborn didn’t come close to describing him. He walked to the back wall and studied the rows of implements used to bring pleasure and pain to the occupants of the room. He ignored the boy glaring at him. No, not glaring, watching with intense interest was more like it. He ran his hand up to touch the leather whip, and grinned. “Answer the question, boy.”
Lucca was just happy to see him moving around the room. It’d been so long since he’d seen him, so any bit of attention was better than none. He watched every move, and they went quite wide when Carl stopped at the whips. For a few seconds, he forgot how to breathe, but regained his composure when his Dom demanded from him again. Lucca wanted to know how far he could push him and just how hard Carl would push back. But, was now the exact time? Carl was already angry about finding him here. And Carl's tone showed he still wasn’t in the ‘best of’ moods. So, for now. ”Yes, Sir.” Lucca’s voice was finally found, but his eyes didn’t leave that man.
Carl was glad he was standing where the boy couldn’t see his face because if he hadn’t been, the boy would have seen the smile he could not contain, spread across his face and right up to his eyes. Talk about a challenge, Lucca proved to give that to Carl on a daily basis, since the moment they’d met. “Yes does not answer the question, Lucca. Think of what I just asked you, and answer me.”
Lucca inwardly cursed at not paying enough attention, swallowing down tension and anxiety. “Many… many times, Sir.”
Carl snickered and slowly walked to the rows of paddles. He turned now to look into Lucca’s wide, surprised eyes. “Your disobedience this evening has you at a disadvantage. When I ask you a question,” he left the wall with a paddle in hand and made his way to his sub. He knelt down, took Lucca’s chin in hand, and forced him to look up, into his eyes. “Don’t ever make me repeat myself. Do I make myself clear?”
Carl’s hand sent electricity through his body, making him tingle all over. Lucca was sure he had goose bumps down his arms and legs. It took all he had not to kiss Carl right then. “I am sorry, Sir. I didn’t hear you. Can you run that by me again?”
“To your feet,” Carl said, ignoring the snarky reply. Damn kid never stopped to think about what he was getting into until it was too late. Often, the men Carl hired to watch over Lucca, when Carl was out of town working, would call him with a report of what his sub was up to. Each time, his men stopped whatever foolish action Lucca tried to step into, often preventing a mishap. Sex wasn’t what Lucca was after. It had everything to do with the attention Lucca needed, and Carl couldn’t always be around to keep the boy serene.
Carl was worried that one day Lucca would find himself in a situation he would not be able to get out of. It was time to change Lucca’s way of thinking. And bending Lucca over and spanking him just didn’t seem like it’d be enough to teach him a lesson.
Lucca didn’t hide the exaggerated sigh as his long legs brought him to stand. The only thing he wore, besides the snarky smirk on his face, was leather wrists cuffs, nothing left to the imagination. And with Carl in the room, Lucca couldn’t help but be at half-mast. His near black eyes stared at the older man, watching his every move, awaiting the next command, and then he’d decide if he’d listen or not.
“Lucca, did I give you permission to visit this establishment on your own?”
“Yet, here you are.” Carl looked around, up at the viewing windows, where several of the club members were sitting and waiting on Carl to put Lucca through his paces. “What do you think your punishment should be for ignoring my direct order?”
Lucca’s heart began to do that hard thumping that only Carl could make happen. Sure, others could make it race, but not like gray eyes could. Apprehension began building to an all-time record high. Swallowing to give himself a moment to think, Lucca continued to stand proud. Black hair swayed over his shoulders as he cocked his head to the side in thought, those deep brown eyes never leaving his Master. “I suppose dinner and a movie would teach me a lesson, Sir.”
Carl’s hand tightened around the paddle as he walked over to his arrogant boy. Without warning, he raised the paddle and brought it down smartly on Lucca’s very exposed ass, not once but twice. “The problem with you, my boy, is that you take nothing seriously, and that right there will get you into more trouble than it’s worth. You know this and yet you never stop.” He walked around to the front of Lucca’s taut body, taking in every inch, and grinned upon seeing how hard his dick was. “When was the last time you were allowed to come?”
Lucca hadn’t been expecting that paddle to fly so fast across his bare flesh, not the first time, let alone the second. He was having a difficult time answering after the sudden swats. Giving himself a minute to gather his composure, Lucca opened his mouth to answer, his tone and attitude not as smart and full of himself as it had been before. “The last time you were in town, Sir. Two weeks ago.” His cock throbbed harder now, from the attention he was getting from the other man.
In truth, Carl would have Lucca no other way, and Lucca knew this. It was part of what made Lucca who he was. He stood directly behind the object of his desires now, and ran his hand over the reddened flesh. “You’re not to come tonight.” he said, squeezing Lucca’s ass with one hand. “Do you feel how hard you make me? Reach around and feel me.”
His ass stung when the older man grabbed him, making Lucca hiss softly from the pain. But it was a pain that he longed for. It was that pain that made him act the way he did. And as long as Carl brought it, he’d keep accepting it. Reaching back as told, Lucca turned that smirk into a smile when he felt just how hard his Sir was. Those fingers instinctively groped and grabbed him, loving the way Carl felt hard in his hands. “Yes, Master— I do.”
Carl stepped back and away from those greedy hands just as the door to the private room opened. Instinct kicked in and he stepped in front of his boy, his eyes taking in the two men standing at the entrance, with malice in their eyes. He swore under his breath and glanced around the room, as if looking for a weapon. “The room is occupied, gentlemen, we won’t be too long.”
Lucca’s ears perked a bit, and he turned his head back and looked. His dark brows furrowed some as he watched Carl’s body language. Something…something wasn’t right. Why was he looking around the room like that? Why did he curse like that under his breath? Lucca fully turned but kept behind Carl, his dark eyes staring at the other two men. They walked into the room, closing the door and locking it behind them. Each man stood a good two, three inches taller than Carl, and neither had a lock of hair on their heads.
“Excuse me, but didn’t you hear a word I just said? This room is occupied. I do not share nor allow an audience. Leave. Now.”
Lucca looked at them from around Carl’s wide shoulders. “Are they serious? Carl, who are they?”
“Don’t say a word,” Carl said. “Just do as I say.” Carl stood rigid, tall, and fearless. “Leave now. This is the last time I’m going to make the request.
They weren’t listening to a word Carl said. Instead, the taller of the two Mr. Cleans snickered, causing Lucca’s heart to drop. “Yeah. We heard you. But it looks like there’s plenty of room,” the one with the goatee and piercing blue eyes said. He looked around the room as he spoke but stopped once he spotted Lucca. He smiled and took a few steps. “And plenty to go around as well.”
“What the fuck do you two want?” Carl asked.
“Him,” came the one word reply.
“Me?” Lucca barely whispered back the one word question. Why him? One hand clung to Carl’s shirt, while his other turned into a fist at his side. “What about me?” He was never one to just shut it, no matter the fear that coursed through his body at that moment. Blue eyes chuckled low and dark, a laugh that made goose bumps form on Lucca’s bare flesh.
“Well, well, aren’t you just a naive little twit?” His long legs carried him around the room, making sure to keep enough distance from Carl’s fists. He was circling, like a lion did its prey. “Isn’t it fairly obvious what we would be after in an establishment such as this, with a boy of your appearance?”
The man grinned wide, and if Lucca didn’t know any better, he’d say he had a shark-like grin. Lucca’s skin prickled and his hair stood on end as a sense of fear and the instinct for self-preservation warred for space under his flesh.
“Isn’t that why you visit places like this? Whadaya say, Garrett? To service men, to be serviced, to get off? Maybe even find something new you like.”
“Carl...” Lucca said. His voice remained low and on edge. The fist holding Carl’s shirt and the one at his side grew tighter, drawing the blood to the surface of his palms.
Carl made direct eye contact with the one standing off to the side, his gray eyes giving silent warning, his chances of taking them on and winning, almost a guarantee. He took note of the mouthy one looking at his boy like he was a piece of fresh meat, and wanted to kill him. “His appearance is none of your concern. Get the fuck out; this is your final warning.”
“We don’t take to warnings, asshole. Now, make this easy and hand him over. We’ll, uh...return him to the front desk when we’re done. We’ll try not to damage him,” the other said, moving toward Carl.
Before Carl could react, he found himself flat on his stomach, a knee in the middle of his back and his arms twisted painfully behind him. He struggled, kicked, yelled, but he was no match for the much bigger man who had him subdued and away from Lucca, who now stood on his own.
Garret roared with laughter when Carl hit the floor, even doubling over for added effect. “Final warning, huh? Cute. Real cute.” The piercing blue eyes left Carl and darted right to Lucca, the young man actually jumping some. “Now. You. You can either come here and play nice, or we’ll have to come to you and play not so nice. Either way, we are going to have our fun. Fuck, and Landon, shut him up! He’s annoying me, fumbling around on the ground like that.”
Lucca’s eyes must have turned against him, because he didn’t know a single person that could take Carl down. Swallowing hard, he felt his feet begin to carry him backwards. He was ready to punch, kick, yell; hell, anything just to get out of this.
When Garret noticed what Lucca was doing, he sighed and shrugged. “Hard way it is, then. Tie Mr. Pretty Man up. I’m sure he won’t want to miss this. The sooner you get that done, the faster we’ll get down to some serious business with his little toy.”
“Take whatever you want from me, just leave the boy alone,” Carl growled. He watched helplessly as the man hunted Lucca like a hungry animal and there was nothing Carl could do. He was caught in a bad spot, being forced to watch the animal advance towards Lucca while the other meat head drug Carl to the far end of the room to tie him to a hook on the wall. “I will kill you for this,” he promised through his struggles. Carl kept his eyes on Lucca; the bravado he saw in his eyes forced Carl to bite back a grin of satisfaction. Carl shook his hair out of his eyes, and gave the rope around his wrists a few good tugs. “Leave him alone. Whatever it is you want, I’m right here.”
“Oh, we don’t want you, old man. It’s him,” Landon said, looking back at Lucca. “He’s the one we picked. Garret, get that one ready for some fun. I ain’t got all night.”
“Don’t you fucking touch a hair on is head.”
Landon looked back at Carl, and laughed, then winked as he walked away. “He growls. How very unique.”
Lucca studied the scene. There was no way in hell he was going down without a fight. He looked to the one named Garret, the one who looked at him like he was prime rib. "Try it. I hear I have a nasty right hook." His eyes narrowed, looking at Garret’s sidekick. “Think you’re ready for this? I’m not going down without a fight, you dicks.”
Landon chuckled as Garret worked on cornering the younger man. “Sly little fox, eh, Gar?”
“And I bite, so fuck off,” Lucca growled. He wasn’t some helpless twit who needed someone else to save his fucking virtue.
Landon laughed and looked at Carl, he pointed a finger at Lucca and said, “Is he always this…lively?”
Carl sneered. “Try him if you wanna find out. Hell, the damn kid has had me up against the wall a time or two. Must be the Sicilian in him.”
“This is gonna be so much more fun than I thought. Like to play the hardball, huh, kid? That’s fine. We like it that way."
Garret nodded in agreement with Landon as they both made their way to Lucca. But, as told, that right hook was nasty. Garret stumbled back, shocked at how fast and hard Lucca hit him. Holding his face, he sneered at the kid as his partner got a good laugh at that. "Can it, Landon!" He reached a hand up and pointed. "That, boy, will cost you."
Lucca's fist throbbed after that powerful punch, but his adrenaline was pumping through him so fast he hardly felt the pain. "I'm sure it will," he sneered. His heart raced, his blood soared through his body like a locomotive train, and he was as ready as he’d ever been. “However, if you think I’m going to make this easy on you, you have another think coming, stronzo.” And when he grew irritated, his accent became more pronounced, the words came out in a mix of Italian and English, and he had very little control over it.
“Did you just call me an asshole?”
Lucca cocked his head to the side, snickered at them both and said, “Hey, if the shoe fits.”
Carl rolled his eyes, heavenward. When would that boy learn? “Lucca, watch out!” His warning came too late.
Lucca’s eyes widened. He tried to move back and away from the two men as they charged him at the same time, but hit the wall behind him with a thud.
Garret grabbed Lucca by the hair and jerked him back. “Now, where the hell do you think you’re going? Hey, how’s this for touching those hairs on his head.” He laughed out loud again.
"Oh you think you're so very clever don't you? Let me go!!” Lucca was beginning to panic, his eyes trying to stay on Carl and hoping he would, at any moment, escape those ties.
“Yes. That’s my plan. To let you go.” Rolling his blue eyes, Garret pushed and pulled Lucca over the table in the center of the room, as Lucca was not making any of this easy. But when they had him standing over the padded sawhorse in the center of the room and forced him to bend over it he knew he had lost but he was not going to give up. He tried to fight even as they latched the wrist cuffs into the metal clasps that were built into it. Only after the one named Landon grabbed his kicking legs and forced them into the ankle cuffs, did Lucca admit he was beat.
Walking away from Lucca, Garret studied the wall for a moment and grabbed the first ball gag he saw, tossing it to Landon. “Here. Shut the kid up. He’s giving me a fucking headache with that nasty mouth of his.”
Lucca didn’t stop struggling. His muscles flexed, and he fought with all his might, no matter how useless it was. It was hard for him to lift his head to see Carl, but he managed, and he held his gaze. “Carl…please!”
“Let him go! God damn you!” Carl’s blood raged within his soul at seeing the one he loved being manhandled, being treated as if he was nothing but a fucking toy to two... “Lucca!” He forced his mind to take control, panic would get someone killed. His heart pounded painfully against his chest, seeing the one called Landon shove that damn ball gag into Lucca’s mouth. The fight was leaving Lucca, and it enraged him. “I will kill you both.”
Landon ignored Carl and his threat. He grinned as he patted the back of Lucca’s head before taking a handful of the dark locks and pulling. “I’m thinking after this, little boy, you’ll never see things the same way again. The world needs good little sub boys like you. We’ve been watching you, slutting around, drinking like a fish, acting like you’re better than everyone else. Tonight you’ll learn your place. Smartassed brat.” Landon yanked his head back once more before releasing his hold and patting the area before he grabbed the paddle that lay on the floor. “I will have you begging me for this,” he said rubbing it alongside of Lucca’s face before sliding it down the side of Lucca’s body. “Oh you’ll be beautiful with each strike marring your lovely skin.” He brought the paddle down to the side of Lucca’s muscular thigh and slapped the side of it a few times, laughing with each swat. “I want you to know, little one, that I will enjoy bringing you to a whole new level of submission. You will beg me and I will enjoy training you. And seeing as how you’re such a slut, you won’t mind that I forgot the condoms.”
Lucca was angry. His blood boiled. Hate raced through his body, revenge on his mind. He was not going to give these assholes the satisfaction of seeing how scared he really was. He stole a glance at Carl and pleaded with the other man to help him just as the paddle came down on his thigh. He cried out behind the gag. The pain blasted from his brain to his thigh and when the man brought the paddle down on the opposite thigh just as hard he tried moving away but was helpless. A third time the paddle came down on the top of his thighs and he glared at the bald headed asshole with fire in his eyes. He didn’t want this. This wasn’t what he’d come here for. Lucca loved the attention he got from Carl, even if it was him being mad because Lucca had left again, without permission. God. If he could just take that back right now, he would. Lucca refused to let the tears fall, he swallowed back that feeling and looked to Carl. Without words he apologized for getting them in the situation they were in.
Garret chuckled at Landon’s comment, and stood behind Lucca, a hand petting down his spine and to his lower back, stroking the tender flesh, softly. “Mmm…yes. They do take away from the pleasure, especially when we will both be buried inside of you, little Lucca, at the same fucking time, stretching you and giving you what you want. You’ll love it.” The man looked to Carl at that, holding his gaze.
Lucca yelled out behind the gag. Fear took over and he tried again to get away, yanking against the cuffs, away from their hands. He’d die if they raped him. He’d never be able to face Carl again especially because this was Lucca’s doing. If he would have just stayed at home like Carl told him, none of this would be happening to them.
“What say you,” the man said from behind Lucca as he looked at Carl. “Two in one? Do you think his sweet little ass can hold us both?”
Carl gave a slight nod before yanking against the rope. “If you so much as lay one more finger on him...”
“Oh, tough man, what the fuck you gonna go?”
Carl sneered, and as he rose to his feet with the rope dangling in his hand, he became the hunter, and his focus was on Garret, who had his paws on his boy’s shaking body. “I’ll do exactly as I promised I would. Now, get the fuck away from him.” He had never meant anything as much as he did that. He looked back at Lucca, into those wild, dark, and scared eyes. “I swear to God I will kill you both with my hands. Now, you have two seconds to get the fuck out of here.” Carl spoke with each step, the rope on the floor at his feet. His gaze on the two men became more intense with each step. “Do you really want to try me? Is it worth it to you?”
“Come on, Landon. Show’s over.” Garret’s whole persona changed. He removed his wandering hands from Lucca’s back, and held them up in surrender. With his body relaxed, his gaze didn’t seem quite as piercing anymore. Clearing his throat, he slid a hand into his jacket, pulled out his keys, and strode toward the door. Before he turned the knob, he glanced at the younger man, and said, “You’re either very smart or very dumb; either way, you better watch your ass.” Garret knew they’d gone too far, and, although Carl had asked them for it, he was sure Carl was one pissed off sonofabitch.
Lucca watched with wide shocked eyes. How in the hell did Carl get out of…? He remained still just waiting to see what Carl was going to do to the two sonsabitches. Carl reminded of a predator as he walked closer to them, his eyes unmoving, his body ready to pounce, it actually sent a shiver down Lucca’s spine seeing his lover like this. And then to think of who and what Carl really was, made Lucca hard for him in that instant. His conscious came to play then asking him why he acted the way he did in public when Carl wasn’t home? Why did Lucca continuously go against his Masters wishes and do stupid shit? Confusing quickly took over when Carl stood aside to let the men leave unharmed? But why he wasn’t choking the other two men to death was beyond him. Lucca’s eyes spoke volumes to Carl, his cheeks wet from the tears as he stared up at him.
Carl glared. He felt like he was frothing at the mouth as he watched the others leave the room. He heard Lucca move around as best he could, but until that door was closed and he was sure they would be left alone, he refused to take his eyes off it. Slowly he made his way to it, twisted the lever on the door to show the outsiders the room was occupied, then turned to face his sub. His very scared sub. Inwardly hoping the lesson wasn’t taken too far, he took in a breath, then walked to Lucca. Carl laid his hand on the boy’s trembling shoulder, gently squeezing. “You’re okay, Lucca. I’m going to take the gag out.” He wasted no time in removing the damn thing that robbed his boy of his voice, of his safeword, which Carl was sure Lucca would have used if given the option. Once free from his mouth, Carl let the item fall to the floor. He gently rubbed Lucca’s cheeks, the corners of his mouth. “Tell me you’re okay.”
Lucca breathed in and out, heavily, as soon as that gag was removed. His heart still hammered and his body shook. Even Carl’s hand wasn’t calming him down. His lips pressed together, only long enough for him to swallow, taking in a deep, shaky breath through his nose, and letting it out again through his mouth. For the life of him, Lucca couldn’t stop the tears that still fell. He was humiliated, scared, and embarrassed, all at once. Although his Carl’s voice was soothing, he was still growing more and more livid. Tilting his head up, those near black eyes staring into gray ones, jaw clenching, he shouted, “I’m not...NOT okay!”
Once Carl assessed that Lucca was physically alright, he stepped away and gave into the rise of emotion. “You’re right. You’re not okay! Do you have any fucking idea what could have happened here tonight? Or any other night that you just go out to seek a good time in an establishment such as this? Do you honestly believe everyone is as kind as I am?” His eyes were mere slits, staring right back at Lucca. It was taking every bit of control he had not to take his hand to that bare backside and give his boy, his very spoiled boy, the spanking of his damn life.
His Dom’s words made plenty of sense to Lucca. In fact, after this, he would agree more than anything. But at the moment, his world was crushed, and he just wanted out. Out of this place. Out of the cuffs. Teeth grinding as he jerked at the cuffs, voice low and still weak from the traumatic moment just a few minutes ago, Lucca demanded, “Let me go, Carl.”
Brow raised in annoyance, Carl walked away from the table Lucca lay on. He looked at the implements hanging on the pegged board, at the items in the drawers, and chose a leather flogger. He held up the item, petted it, and swung it in a dramatic arch, all of this within Lucca’s eyesight. “In this room, I am not to be addressed as Carl. When we are in this room, how am I to be addressed?”
Lucca was cursing mentally at his lack of control over how shaken up he still was. Never once had Lucca used his safeword. Not with anyone, actually. All he knew was that right then, he wanted to be clothed and out of there. He wasn’t feeling right. Not after what had happened with those strange men. What was it going to take for his Master to get him out of there? Biting his lower lip, Lucca closed his eyes, swallowing down hard. “Master...please…I want to leave.”
“Now you want to leave.” Carl paused letting that sink in. He walked around Lucca, looking for any signs of injury, relieved to find nothing on his physical person. Mentally was a whole different story. “Tell me, Lucca, what were you thinking before you left the house? You knew I was out on an assignment; you knew I wouldn’t be home early; you knew, for a fact, that I forbid you from attending the clubs unescorted for a reason, and yet...strangely, here you are. Things didn’t work out the way you expected, did they? And now you’re asking to leave? That is not the way this life works. I call the shots where you’re concerned. Now, one by one, you answer my questions. Start now.”
“I don’t know, Sir.” He knew. Of course he knew. That strong jaw clenched again as he forced back another fresh wave of tears, using the table to wipe his wet cheek on. “I… I was just bored, Sir. And I…” he exhaled. “I missed you.” And there went pride right out the fucking window. “No, Sir. Things didn’t work out that way.” He kept his eyes closed, awaiting the next question.
Carl sighed and walked closer yet. “You were bored; you left the safety of the house to find something to do here? Because you missed me. Do you have any fucking idea what could have happened to you? Any at all? What in the name of God do you think it would have done to me if something would have happened to you? Those men that just left were nothing in comparison to the real thing out there, boy. Do you think I would have been okay with that? Do you think I could have lived with myself after that?”
And there they were, the second wave of fucking tears. He made sure to keep his eyes and head down, feeling the hot wetness slide down his cheeks. The words that Carl spoke hit him hard, and all he could do was shake his head to answer, at first. He didn’t know. He had no clue how much he meant to Carl. Yet, here it was. His Master laid it on the table, so to speak. Lucca finally found his voice, and he spoke after a soft sniffle. “No... No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Lucca, what could have happened to you? Answer that.” He was not ready to drop to his fucking knees and turn the boy loose, not until he faced the cold, hard facts. Life was hard enough; add to that being the boyfriend of an assassin, as well as being a part of the BDSM lifestyle, and it all made things harder for Lucca. The boy needed to grow the fuck up and see it for what it was. Danger. All the way around. “Answer me!”
Lucca's slender and sweaty body actually jumped at that command, hands clenching as his eyes slowly came open. They were wet, his cheeks tear stained. Tonight was a bad night. Lucca sniffed softly again, licking his dry lips before answering his Dom. “What happened tonight, I didn’t stop to think.”
Carl laughed but it wasn’t one full of cheer. It was one that instilled fear in those who knew him. “How quickly you forget times past.” Carl would never forget that time. The time when Lucca was kidnapped by wanna be mobsters and held for four days before Carl found him. That was one of the worst times in Carl’s life.
Lucca shook his head, disappointment written heavily on his face. “They almost… I was bored you know. I needed you but you’re never there, and I just… Shit, this is bad.”
Carl took a small breath, one of relief, really. He nodded in agreement, and said, “Putting your life in danger is no way to relieve boredom, boy. Now, you tell me what you think I should do at this point. Coddling you is not an option.”
His tone was flat, eyes looking straight forward. Lucca felt like a fool. An idiot. A child. “Whatever you think should be done, Master.”
Carl dropped the flogger; he closed the gap between them, and knelt down. Carefully he unbuckled the ankle cuffs and rubbed the tender area on Lucca’s ankles; next he moved to his hands, treated them the same, then stepped away. This was the hardest thing for him to do. “Get off that table, get your clothes on, and get your ass home. When you think you’re ready to be the man you claim you are, and to tell me, as a man, what you think you deserve, we’ll talk. Until then, you are to go home.” Carl turned and strode toward the door, his hand on the knob.
No! No, no, no! Lucca screamed in his head. The last thing Lucca wanted to be, at that particular moment, was alone. He knew Carl would be pissed when he found out where Lucca ended up where he was, but all he wanted was the other man’s attention. His words. His touch. And as angry as he was for this setup, he still wanted his Dom near. “Master, wait!” Although his wrists and ankles were sore from the cuffs, he turned, still kneeling, and grabbed Carl’s free hand, head instantly lowered and shoulders shaking, trying to find his words while still presenting himself with pride to his Dom. Taking in a deep breath, head downcast, Lucca spoke, “I deserve not to see you for days, Sir, after what I did. I went against your word, took your trust for granted. I deserve not to hear your voice as well, Sir. To be honest, I deserve to be locked away for what I did. In saying that, I will take any punishment you deem necessary, Master.” His words were very clear and very honest. But as soon as he finished, his shoulders began to shake lightly again. Lucca had never been so scared in his life. And deep down, he understood why Carl had done it. “I don’t even deserve your forgiveness.” Slowly, he looked up at him, his midnight colored eyes still red and glassy from the tears. The hair around his forehead was a little damp as well, from the sweat, his cheeks tear streaked.
Carl pulled his hand away, ignoring the pain and misery in Lucca's eyes. He looked away shaking his head and sighed before looking back down at the man he had fallen in love with, and gently reached out to touch the tears sliding down Lucca’s face. He wrapped his free hand around the back of Lucca’s neck, and signaled for him to stand. He swallowed back the lump in his throat, the anger with it. “I will only say this once, Lucca. It will be up to you to remember it.” He took a breath and grabbed what control he had left. “If harm of any kind came to you, it would kill me. If playing and living dangerously is what you seek, I will cut you loose and walk away. I cannot watch it. I won’t. You know about my past. Do you understand?”
Lucca's legs couldn’t work fast enough as he stood, head still down, though. Carl’s touch sent warmth through him, a calming jolt that he longed and ached for. Swallowing down his own lump, he nodded his head, every word Carl spoke to him making sense in a whole new light. “Yes, Sir. I do.” Lucca sniffed softly and dared to move his eyes up until he stared directly into Carl’s stern, gray ones.
Carl placed his hand under Lucca’s chin, gently nudging it to look into those pleading eyes. Without wasting another second, Carl leaned into him, his tongue playing lightly over Lucca’s lips, teasing and tasting before plunging in, taking possession of his boy. Carl didn’t try to hide his pleasure at having the man he loved in his arms. Breathless, Carl pulled back and rested his forehead against Lucca’s sweaty one. His hand wrapped around the soft strands of hair, he pulled and said, “Don’t ever scare me again.”
The moans coming from Carl’s throat, his hardening cock tight in his jeans, Lucca felt it all. He needed to know what he meant to Carl. And there it was. His apology was accepted. And Lucca couldn’t have been happier. His arms wrapped around Carl during that kiss, and he kept them there once the kiss ended. He didn’t want to let him go, especially after this evening. Lucca grinned when he felt Carl’s hard member through his pants, still breathing heavily from that deep kiss. Licking his lips, he nodded to Carl, not breaking eye contact. “Yes, Sir. I mean, no, Sir...I won’t do it again.” He laughed softly at that, a sigh of relief leaving him.
“Dress and we’ll go home. You can show me you understand how much I love you.”
The silence was overwhelming. Carl didn’t even turn on the radio, and the only sound came from the tires rolling down the road. Lucca was just happy to be out of Dreads, back in his clothing and heading home. Nice and safe. His hands remained folded in his lap, his dark eyes staring out at the even darker night, watching the lights zoom by the window, leaving tails like shooting stars streaking through his vision. Licking his lips, he cleared his throat and glanced over to Carl. He knew the man was still angry, but he also knew that his Dom was happy to have him back. “So, you came back early. Did the job not last as long as you thought it would?” Small talk was good.
Carl glanced at his unsettled sub and gave a single, simple nod. He directed his eyes back to the road and worked on letting go of the anger, of the worry. More importantly, he worked on letting himself, or rather, who he was on the clock, go. Lucca needed him and Carl needed to show the boy what he meant to him, so the next time he had to leave, Lucca would be content enough to stay out of the clubs and out of harm’s way. His stomach rumbled in hunger; he hadn’t eaten in... Well, he didn’t remember. He’d rushed straight home after the bust, which had seemed to consume both his unit and himself for the past seventy-two hours. He was sure he’d eaten something during that time. Time off with Lucca would set things to right. He hoped.
Ignoring how much he loathed the non-verbal answers, Lucca frowned when he heard Carl’s stomach rumble, and leaned across the console to let his hand rest on Carl’s abs. “Hey. I heard that. Want to stop and get some food?” Lucca’s voice was showered with concern, eyes fixed on the side of Carl’s face. Well shit he felt so bad. He just wanted to show Carl, prove to him, how sorry he was and how much he meant to him. Lucca cursed the damn bucket seats in the Jag, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
Carl reached into the console and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter. Stopping at the traffic signal, he lit one and took a deep hit, holding the toxins deep in his lungs until the burn subsided. The last damn thing he wanted was food. He wanted to get Lucca home. He wanted to ensure that he was fine, both physically and mentally; then he wanted to beat the stubborn brat to within an inch of his life. He exhaled and watched the light, deep in thought. Telling and showing Lucca how dangerous things could be had worked for that night, but what was to say a wild hair wouldn’t show itself again, at some point in the near future, especially on this next trip out? The team was being sent to Ireland, for God’s sake. Last minute, easy job, Mike had said. “Not even,” he mumbled behind the cigarette between his lips. Mike was full of shit. Mike wanted all of Carl and Carl wanted more of Lucca. Lucca needed more than Carl had time to give at the moment; that was the plain truth all bundled up in a nice little box, and Mike allowed nothing to get in the way of his agents. Or no one. “Are you hungry?”
“No. Not in the least.” Food might have actually made him sick at that moment. Watching his Master, his Sir, his lover, smoke his cigarette, he sighed softly and turned in his seat to face him, even though Carl was looking straight ahead at the red light. “Carl. I really am sorry,” his hand went back to those tight abs, fingers feeling the curve of them through his shirt. “I don’t like this. I don’t like getting you so upset with me. I promise this will not happen again.”
Carl nodded. “You’ve said it before, Lucca, and I want to believe you. But don’t tell me, okay? Just show me. Are you sure you’re not hungry? Last chance before we get home. Once we open the door, food will be the last thing on my mind.”
“Yes, Sir.” His reply was quick, hearing the sternness in that voice. He wanted Lucca to show him, huh? Glancing back through the windshield, he observed the surroundings. They had to be, oh, maybe ten minutes from home, still. Plenty of time. The hand that Lucca had resting on Carl’s stomach began to make its way downward as he turned back toward his Dom, while his other hand began to help its partner in crime unbuckle that belt.
“Are you going to pay the ticket I get when they pull me over? They’re right behind us, boy. Sit up and mind your manners. We’ll be home shortly.” Carl put the spent cigarette into the half full can of soda and sighed. “Lucca, I’m upset, yes, make no mistake about that. I do care about you very much, and that’s why I am. Don’t start that tiptoeing shit around me. Be you. Be the man I know, okay?”
“I am not tiptoeing around you,” Lucca’s voice snapped, and Carl’s brows furrowed at him. “And yes. I will pay for the ticket if you get pulled over. Now, please, just let me?” Lucca’s eyes pleaded as he managed to slide that belt out from the loops and let it drop to the floorboard.
Carl could not contain the smile building behind his stern demeanor, no matter how hard he tried. Yet another reason he found Lucca so alluring. “Well, what are you waiting for, then? And Lucca, don’t make me cum.”
“That’s what I thought,” he mumbled to himself. Lucca returned that smirk and lowered himself down, lips instantly finding the hard abs and silky skin beneath Carl’s shirt as he kissed his way up and down. Let the cops pull them over. He liked it when people watched them. Lucca’s tongue snaked out and licked at the start of the happy trail that snaked its way into Carl’s pants. Looking up at him, Lucca began to tug those pants down, grinning once he saw that Carl had gone commando.
“Brat,” Carl snickered. Taking his foot off the gas pedal, he lifted his ass off the seat just enough to allow room for Lucca’s greedy hands. He glanced at the rearview mirror, satisfied that the cruiser had turned off and was no longer on his tail. “That ticket would have been worth it.”
“You worry too much.” Chuckling, Lucca repositioned himself to get more comfortable, his black hair veiling Carl’s lap as his lips kissed up the underside of that shaft. It was so warm. Hot. Throbbing. He loved how he could make Carl react, how hard his cock got from nothing more than his words or lips. Lucca’s tongue lapped out, tasting the head of Carl’s cock, humming over it. He loved his taste.
Moaning, Carl’s free hand moved to the top of Lucca’s head, gently holding him in place, loving the feel of his hot mouth and that magical tongue on his rigid cock. His hips seemed to take on a life of their own, trying to drive his dick deeper. “All of it, boy,” he said, turning into their subdivision. “And keep it there until I tell you to stop.”
Lucca had no problem with that. Opening his mouth, lips there to make sure teeth didn’t hurt, he took Carl’s length to the back of his throat. The feel of the throbbing, the pulsing, it excited him knowing that his lover was getting this turned on by him. With his lips wrapped around Carl’s cock, he began to bob his head up and down, lips tightening each time he went downward and tongue wrapping around his shaft each time he came up again. “Mmm,” he moaned around it, working his way down again to take Carl in fully.
Carl fought the urge to bring his ass up off the seat, to bury his dick as deep as he could in Lucca’s willing mouth. No one had ever sucked his cock as good as Lucca did. The boy gave it everything he had, and then some. When Lucca went down, Carl held the back of the boy’s head in place, his stomach muscles tightening with the need to come. He saw flashing white lights in his vision, and broke out in a cold sweat. He counted to ten, then released Lucca’s head. He felt like a teenager with Lucca, and if the brat kept this up, he’d be spent before they got inside the house.
“Nnh,” Lucca moaned around Carl’s shaft once more, tasting every inch of him as he took him down fully, feeling the head prod the back of his throat. Lucca had to suppress the urge to gag as he lifted up, only to go back down, quickly. Each time he lifted, the tip of his tongue teased the slit of Carl’s dick, swallowing down his precum.
Carl pulled the car into the garage and managed to park and shut it off without running through the back wall of the house. He moaned at the very experienced and talented mouth wrapped around his aching dick. Thoughts of letting go of his control and coming in Lucca’s mouth filtered through his hazy mind, that image in his head followed by a grin. Then he would have yet another reason to justify his orders to his lover.
It finally registered to Lucca that they were home, but he didn’t care; he just wanted to please Carl. That was the only thing on his mind. His right hand came up, grasping Carl’s sac and squeezing gently, massaging as he sped up, turning his head from one angle to the other so that his lips and tongue touched every inch of Carl’s cock.
It took every ounce of Carl’s control to open his mouth and say, “Stop! Fuck. What did I say just moments ago?” Carl was shaking with urgent need. Every single one of his nerves had been set on fire, and Lucca’s mouth wrapped around his dick was the torch responsible. Laying his head back against the headrest, Carl swallowed several gasps of fresh air along with his and Lucca’s scent, the scent of sweat, lust, and raw need adding to the urge to let go. “Lucca, enough.”
Fuck that. Lucca wasn’t stopping. He stopped just long enough to look up at Carl as he spoke, but the instant he saw how breathless he was making him, he didn’t want to quit. Lucca wanted all of him, right now. That snarky smirk tugged at his lips and lit his eyes, and before Carl could even get out the word enough, Lucca had already taken him back down his throat. Fully. Lips pressed to the base, tongue rested on the underside of his shaft, and his head began to move up and down again.
Carl’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white, the blood rushing elsewhere, instead. He hissed as his body betrayed him, the intensity of that evening’s happenings had left him on edge, every part of him on alert and vibrant with life. He couldn’t stop his orgasm if he wanted to. He let go, his mind wiped clean of any sensible thoughts. He wrapped his hands in Lucca’s soft hair and held him in place, his dick down his boy’s throat, and let his natural instincts win out.
In Lucca’s mind, he was laughing. That is exactly what he’d wanted. Feeling the hot shots of cum hit the back of his throat almost made him, well, giddy. He swallowed down what Carl had to offer, lips slowly moving up his shaft as he let his Dom ride out the orgasm. Though Carl still gripped his hair, he managed to lift up and off the now softening cock, licking his greedy lips as he stared up at his Master. Lucca’s own cock was painfully hard, but that was alright. He knew that would be taken care of...or not. He never knew what Carl would do for punishment.
Seconds, minutes, hours passed before Carl felt as if he could take a breath. He looked down at Lucca’s playful eyes and couldn’t help but to smile. “You didn’t listen. Again.” He wiped the corner of Lucca’s mouth and probed at those lips. “You missed some, open up.” He grinned upon teasing Lucca, as ideas of punishment came to mind, all of which he was sure Lucca would happily participate in. “You’re in so much trouble.”
It was much different now, being told that he was in trouble, than it had been before. The smile on Carl’s face spread warmth through him that only his Dom could incite. Grinning, he nodded and opened his mouth, tongue flicking in a teasing way. Honestly, he couldn’t wait to see what Carl had up his sleeves.
“Into the house, strip, and meet me in the playroom. I’ll be in shortly.” He placed his hand under Lucca’s chin and leaned down to steal a kiss. Tasting himself on those lips only added fuel to the fire he was only now getting under control. It was going to be a very long night. “You’ve tested my patience all evening. Now, I’m going to reciprocate. Inside.”
Didn’t have to tell him twice. After their short kiss, Lucca smiled and nodded again. “Yes, Sir.” The next thing heard was the slam of the car door as he walk-jogged to the house. Lucca grinned like a damn fool as he fumbled with the keys, only to slam that door open in his impatience. Laughing softly to himself, recalling how hot things had been in the car, he made his way up the stairs and into their bedroom. Record timing must have been set for stripping his clothing off as he peeled everything from his body and let them fall into a small pile where he was standing. Before he left the room, he glanced in the mirror above the dresser, running a hand through his unruly black locks. Whatever. Like his hair was going to matter. Leaving their bedroom, and shutting the door behind him, Lucca walked down the hall a bit and turned left into the next room. The playroom.
Carl took his time. Lucca would learn patience. Most importantly Lucca would stop trying to Dom him from the bottom. Though Lucca was of Dom material, he was still Carl’s sub and he would act as such. Therefore, he would wait until Carl was damn good and ready to meet him in their playroom. Instead of rushing up the stairs he collected the mail from the floor near the front door, he briefly glanced through it and placed the pile on the small table against the wall. He glanced briefly at the mirror and raked his hands through his short hair, adding nothing by way of style but more of giving his hands something to do. He looked around noticing the house was clean and in order, however he was quite sure Lucca had little to do with that. Slowly he made his way into the kitchen and poured two glasses of water from the fridge then made his way up to the playroom. He walked in, only to find the boy standing against the wall, looking as delicious as ever. “Lucca, where are you supposed to be?”
Lucca nearly jumped at the sound of his Master’s voice. How could someone so big be so damn sneaky? Years of steady training, he was sure of it. Walking to the middle of the room, standing before Carl, Lucca dropped to his knees, head bowing, eyes on the floor.
Carl admired that perfect body displayed before him. He circled him not once but twice, taking his time. He walked to the dresser and placed the glasses on the coasters he kept there. “What do you think a justifiable punishment would be for your actions this evening, boy?” He set his hand upon Lucca’s head and wrapped his fingers in his hair.
Damn. Lucca had already used his dinner and a movie idea. Wouldn’t be nearly as funny or cute a second time around. But no, this wasn’t the time for jokes. He wanted this. So much. “A spanking, Sir. Perhaps the whip.” His eyes searched the floor, almost coming to a close at the feel of that hand.
Carl grabbed a handful of Lucca’s silky hair harder and pulled, forcing the boy to look at him so he could see the mischievous grin spread across his face. He slowly shook his head and said, “You’d like that too much. No, I have a feeling that’s giving you what you want and this is about what I want. Yes?”
Lucca’s jaw clenched when his head was pulled up, and he swallowed instinctively from the soft stings that went through his scalp. Staring up into Carl’s eyes, he nodded into that grip. “Yes, Sir. It is.”
“That’s what I thought.” Carl released his hold and went to the corner of the room where they kept all the “fun stuff”, as Lucca referred to it, and chose a padded leather blindfold. He kept his face serene as he made his way back to Lucca. “Get up and bring your mat over here. You’ll be on your knees for some time.”
Fuck, was he shaking? It wasn’t out of fear, though. It was sheer excitement. Nodding, Lucca came back to his feet and fetched the black padded mat. Bringing it to Carl, Lucca looked from the blindfold in Carl’s hand, to the man’s smoldering eyes, Lucca’s smirk growing wider as he set the mat down and went back to his knees.
“Remember this is you and me. I will let no harm come to you. You have nothing to fear.” Carl had spent months working with Lucca and his fear of being blindfolded. Lucca had a terrible experience as a child and again when they’d first met some time ago. Lucca made great strides and Carl was proud of how far he’d come. It showed great trust and that was something that was not freely given, by either man. Carl put the blindfold on Lucca’s bowed head and made sure it was secure. “I expect you to use your safeword if necessary, understood?” He looked and waited.
Lucca sighed softly at the coolness of the padded blindfold. It made his eyes, which were still a little puffy from crying, feel good, actually. “Yes, Sir.”
“Your only objective right now is to listen to everything I say. You are not allowed to cum, do not move, and I should not hear a word from you, unless it’s your safeword.” Carl walked around to stand in front of his boy, close enough that Lucca would feel his Dom’s presence. A wicked smile played across Carl’s lips as he bent down to take hold of Lucca’s balls. He rolled them around, squeezed and moaned for Lucca’s benefit. “Feels good, doesn’t it? My hands holding you, rubbing you, squeezing you just so, I can tell you like that, feel how hard you are already. I’m thinking a nice cock ring, a pretty leather one, hm? Something to keep you hard and at attention. Oh yes, a nice tight one. How do you think that’d feel? Hm? I’m sure you’d love it, the scamp that you are.” For good measure Carl squeezed harder and licked Lucca’s lips. He let go and stood just half an inch from his beautiful boy, his own cock poised at Lucca’s lips. “Next, I would take each of your wrists and bind them behind you with those soft sheepskin lined cuffs you love so much. Can you imagine how they’d feel on you, tight enough to make you remember they were there? Remember when I bought those for you? How you begged so pretty for them each night, for weeks. More than anything, I want to see you bent over the table in the middle of the room, your legs spread wide open, your ass pushed out as far as possible, and you whimpering as I get you ready to take that purple butt plug deep inside you, stretching you, getting you ready to accept my dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? One thrust is all it would take for me to bury myself to the hilt inside you, my hands rubbing your ass, your lower back, your shoulders. The very touch of my hands on your overheated body, igniting your very soul as I force you to stand up. Think on that Lucca, hear me?”
Lucca was told not to speak, so he didn’t. However, he did moan and whine and nod. Carl’s words were sending his head into a spiral. Fuck. He was surprised he could even think with all the blood rushing elsewhere. The images Carl set in his mind were making his heart hammer loud in his chest and in his ears. This was too much. Lucca’s cock jumped at Carl’s words alone, and had it standing at full attention. A simple nod was given to the command, lips parted to ease his breathing.
“I would have you kneeling before me, with your hands bound behind your back, one of mine at the back of your head, wrapped in your hair, the other at your throat. Your lips open ready to take my full length deep into your throat, as you did in the car, not long ago. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Yeah, you would. Better yet, I’d take the ball gag and have you put it in, while I prepared the clamps for your nips, the ones with the silver chain that hangs down almost to your navel. I would pull each one until you begged me to stop. Lucca, I’d love to run a feather from your sweet innocent neck, down the side of your body, lightly, all the way to your cock, your balls, over your quivering hole, down the inside of your thighs, to the arch of your feet. You’d be so excited that your dick would be begging me for release.” Carl looked down and smiled. “Much like now. Oh, but that’s not going to happen. You know why, don’t you? Because this is for me, you pleasing me, and torturing you this way, I do believe, is pleasing to my eyes and ears.
“Ah, I almost forgot to tell you I bought us a new toy. Your favorite color. Red. It’s a rubber tickler, and it does a whole lot more than tickle. Mmm, the fun I would have with that on your cock and balls. The sensations alone would have you dripping. You’d like that too. I know you would. But, sadly, we can’t use that tonight. You haven’t earned that privilege.” He walked behind Lucca now, taking satisfaction that the boy’s hearing was on high alert, listening with an intensity he should have listened with long ago. It was all about listening. Carl reached out to touch Lucca’s head, but stopped and pulled away. Lucca hadn’t gained the right to his touch. “I’d like to see you secured to the suspension bar I had installed last month. You know the one. How absolutely stunning you’d look hanging there, waiting for me to take my pleasure from you. Nothing would please me more than seeing you like that. I wouldn’t stop there, oh no. I’d, for my enjoyment only, put the spreader on your thighs on as well. I love to see your face when you’re working hard to please me.”
Carl took a breath, then his dick in hand. He stroked it slowly, wiping the precum down his shaft to his balls. “I’d paddle that ass of yours with the blue paddle. The one with the holes. Your least favorite one. I’d do it for me, of course. You’d thank me for each and every mark I give you because they are my marks. And when you cry out, begging me to stop, I’d remove the plug and insert your favorite vibrator. I’d turn it on high, and I’d get to my knees and take your dick deep into my throat. I’d swallow you whole and command you not to come. Much. Like. Now.” Carl still wouldn’t touch him. He meant to deprive Lucca of everything but his voice. And perhaps the next time, the boy would think twice about ignoring him.
As Carl spoke each word, seduced him with his low, husky voice, Lucca felt a burning. Everywhere. His throat. His thighs. His groin. It was as if every body part Carl spoke of reacted at the mere force of his Dom’s words. How the fuck did he do that? The most embarrassing thing was that he had actually whined and whimpered at the image of some of the things that had come from Carl’s lips. Lucca’s head had only slightly, barely, turned from one side to the other, listening to the man’s words. He felt as though he could hear the slightest sounds. Lucca even knew that Carl had his cock in his hand, which only served to further arouse his own rock hard, dripping dick. “Sir—please,” Lucca whispered, unable to take this, to control himself anymore. He wanted to tell Carl, wanted him to know how much everything he’d just said made him feel. How he wanted to take it all—the good and the bad.
Carl wanted to give in to Lucca’s pleas. The sweet words hit a nerve inside his soul. “Ah, my sweet boy, I seem to have you a bit on edge. Your cock is so hard; it’s begging for release. Your senses are all attuned to me, your Master, as they should always be. As I am to my sub, always, no matter where I am. It is you and your welfare that comes foremost in my thoughts. I think of you when I’m at work. I think of how I’d take you if you were with me at that particular moment. Some days you’re on your hands and knees, waiting for me to come in from work; no words are spoken. All you want is for me to fuck you. Hard and merciless. Other times I have you lying on the bed, your hands bound to the rails, your legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck you until you pass out. And there are those days when I can imagine you fucking me, and making love to me. It’s times like those I have the most trouble concentrating.”
He walked away from his kneeling, shaking sub, and leaned against the table, his dick in hand, pumping and squeezing, making sure to moan loud enough for Lucca to hear. “Let me mention that at night, when I’m away from home, I can almost feel those lips of yours around my dick. I lay in the hotel bed at night, my cock in hand, visualizing you watching me please myself. Much like now. It’s...pure fucking hot.” Carl stroked faster and humped his hand. He wanted to sink into Lucca’s willing heat, but denied them both. “I’m gonna cum, boy. Take off that blindfold and watch me.”
Lucca couldn’t take it off fast enough. His hands shook as he pulled it from his face. Throwing it aside, he spun on his knees to face his Master, and whimpered. “Please?”
“Watch me, pet. I’m close. I’m so close. I wanted more than anything to find you here when I got home...” He closed his eyes and laid his head back. “To find you on your knees, naked and waiting. It’s been two weeks, and the only thing on my mind has been you. I wanted so badly to see your face graced by that smirk you’re oh-so-good at hiding behind your hair. To see your dick jutting outward, begging for my touch. I wanted to throw you over the arm of the couch and push into you in one fell swoop, buried balls deep in your ass, skin on skin, my hands holding on to your hips so I could impale you time and again, showing you how much I missed you without having to say a fucking word!” He pumped furiously now. On the brink of release, he cried out, “Oh fuck, yeah!”
Lucca fought against rushing to him, hands in fists at his sides as he made himself stay put. Watching his Dom’s hot cum spray into his own hand, and not inside his mouth or ass made him moan deep in his throat, swallowing down the fire that was building within him. Damn. He was still trembling. He wanted Carl so bad. In every way possible. And the thought of his Master actually thinking of him, Lucca, taking him, made him tingle in ways he didn’t even know were possible. “Sir…”
“I’m sure you won’t mind getting this cleaned up for me. While you’re doing that, you can tell me what the lesson was in this,” he said flatly.
Nodding, the boy almost stood, too anxious to get to his Dom, but he caught himself and crawled to him instead, eyes up, looking into his Master’s face as he approached on hands and knees. Once in front of him, Lucca knelt and reached for Carl’s arm, gripping it and bringing the hand to his lips. That pink tongue darted out and found Carl’s index finger, tasting his Dom’s salty cum on it. Moaning at that favorite treat, Lucca wrapped his lips around the digit, sucking it clean, drawing his lips to the fingertip, dark eyes watching his Master, speaking between licks and sucks. “Sir. Several lessons were learned.” Another quick lick over Carl’s palm, swallowing his hot cum down, Lucca continued, “One, always listen to you. You would never put me in harm’s way, Sir. Everything you do is for my, no, our safety.” Lucca turned his dark head and flashed a quick lick up Carl’s cock, teasing and cleaning the tip.
“Two, I learned..,” Lucca sighed softly at this. It was just embarrassing, and he felt like such a fool. “I learned that at any moment, people...are going to get what they want to get. And they will go to any means to get it.” Lucca swallowed, stopping to look up at Carl now. “I learned that my ways, my wild ideas, get everyone’s attention, some of which isn’t the type of attention that I need or want. I also learned that I’m not the only one that knows how to fight,” Lucca actually laughed softly at that, shaking his head. “I might be able to take down a lot of people, but not everyone. I was, am, too cocky.” Lucca didn’t break eye contact, just stared. He was being sincere. Honest. Being true, to both himself and his Master. A sigh escaped him, and he continued. “I also learned that I don’t want to make you that mad again, ever. I don’t want to lose you. Ever, Sir.”
Carl nodded, smiled and gently brushed his fingers through Lucca’s silky strands of hair.. “You’ve learned a lot in one night. Good boy. Don’t ever scare me like that again. Now, go to the table and lie down, ass to the edge for me.”
Lucca felt the air leave his lungs, quickly. That took a lot. But the whole night had taken a lot out of him. “Yes, Sir.” Getting to his feet, Lucca slid up onto the table, body still shaking a little from excitement. Though his cock wasn’t as hard during his confession to Carl, it was still hard enough. And painful. Positioning himself on that table as told, Lucca propped himself on his elbows, not wanting to take his eyes off the man he’d given his heart to.
“Remember the part where I said I wanted you to understand how much I loved you?” Carl walked nearer to the table stopping where Lucca’s head rested. “Now’s the time to show you just how much I not only love you but also how much I need you.”
Lucca let his head rest back on the table, staring up at Carl as a smirk, but not his usual snarky one, passed over his lips. “Anything, Sir. Anything you want from me. I’m yours.”
His brat might regret those words. Carl didn’t stop his own smirk as the boy grinned up at him. “Hm. Anything, huh?” Those words barely made their way out before lips met lips, kissing his sub hard, taking possession of what he considered to be his in every sense of the word. Knowing Lucca would be there for him, waiting on him, loving him, and supporting him in whatever Carl chose to do, meant more to him than he ever thought possible. Lucca was his life, and he’d die to protect him. He deepened the kiss, tasting every bit of Lucca’s willing mouth that he could. Thoughts of anyone bringing harm to this man that he had fallen in love with made his kiss, his possession more urgent. Lucca’s little needy noises coming from his throat succeeded in making Carl want Lucca that much more. Carl reluctantly ended the breathtaking kiss to take a breath then kissed Lucca’s swollen lips once again. He’d never get enough of him. He looked into Lucca’s glazed over eyes and said, “I love you, boy.”
No one could make Lucca’s heart beat like Carl could. And those words, those words of Carl confessing his love and that kiss full of desire, love, and possession did things to Lucca and his soul that he didn’t think were possible. The warmth spread from head to toes in a matter of seconds, and he had to swallow before he was able to speak. “I love you, Sir.” Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he got to his knees on the table, which brought him eye level with Carl. Wrapping his long arms around his bare chested god, Lucca leaned in, lips barely grazing lips. “I do believe, though, you have a punishment to carry out,” he whispered, tongue snaking out to tease at Carl’s warm mouth. “Unless I’m getting away with this.” Lucca grinned.
“Bossy bottoms get what?” Carl asked, wrapping his arms protectively around Lucca and resting his head just briefly on Lucca’s bare shoulder.
Lucca bit his lower lip, slightly, never breaking their shared gaze. “What they want?” Yes, testing the water, indeed.
Carl chuckled. “Lay down, legs around me, ass to the edge.” He gave Lucca almost no time to follow the orders before he was pulling his boy’s body farther down the table, lining up his dick perfectly with Lucca’s ass. “Are you ready for me? Ready for me to show you how much I love you?” Carl moved in closer, and as Lucca locked his legs around his waist, Carl pushed his way into Lucca’s willing body. He gasped at the silky tightness, the heat, and pulled Lucca’s body to him, until he was buried balls deep. “Now, baby, now let me show you.”
Everything had happened so quickly it made Lucca’s head spin. Those legs only tightened around his Dom’s body and his toned back arched. The heat within him seared through every organ and muscle, making Lucca cry out in pure pleasure.”Mmn! Yes...!” A soft whine followed as the slight bit of pain added to it, feeling himself give way to Carl’s cock. “Show me, Sir. Please..!” His thighs trembled from the ecstasy that was pouring through him and his eyes glazed over with sheer desire.
Carl’s hips controlled the force of the movement, slowly at first. His dick throbbed within Lucca’s warmth; the tightness was almost painful. Carl watched how easily Lucca gave himself over to him, to the power between them. He slowly pulled out, leaving only the head of his cock inside his boy, forcing himself to remain still. He ran his hand lightly down the smooth chest before him, stopping only when he met up with Lucca’s hard dick. Taking the rigid shaft in hand, he drove into Lucca’s body and pumped in rhythm. Sparks shot through his body, sending every nerve into an inferno of bliss. Carl’s body knew what it wanted, and without giving thought, he sped up, watching his dick disappear inside the body of his lover. Nothing was as hot as seeing Lucca’s ass stretched to accept him. Carl moaned and pumped in and out faster, harder, panting for breath and knowing with each thrust he hit that sweet spot that had Lucca’s eyes wide in absolute bliss.
All the teasing before had been leading up to that moment, to how hard Carl was in that moment. And now he felt like he was on a drug that offered nothing but pleasure. Lucca raised a hand up to grab Carl’s arm as his Dom jerked him, gripping it hard as he worked his own hips back and forth for him, tightening up each time Carl pushed inside him.
“Nnnh…Sir..,” Lucca hissed, his cock throbbing harder now, pulsing in Carl’s hand. The precum coated the head and his Dom’s hand, building up quickly for more. “More—Please, Sir. More.” His eyelids fluttered open he stared hard into those gray eyes pleading with Carl to give him more, to take him to heights only Carl could. Lucca held on to Carl’s arm even tighter, back coming off the table as Carl pounded within him. It was hard to catch his breath once his lover found that spot deep within him. Fuck—he didn’t want to hold on! He just wanted Carl to fuck him till the damn sun came up. Grabbing Carl’s free hand, he brought that middle finger into his mouth, sucking and moaning as he felt that pressure building in his balls. “Mmm!”
Carl’s face, chest, back, his whole body glistened with sweat as he drove them both to completion. “Come for me, boy! Show me!”
That was all Lucca needed to hear. Lips pulling off Carl’s finger, he pumped those hips several more times the tingling in his lower back rushed to his balls until he came. “Nnnmm! Carl!” A cry of pleasure erupted from his chest, back bowed in a near perfect U as three hot shots of cum lay over his abs and Carl’s hand, leaving the boy shaking with the after tremors.
Twice more Carl pushed into Lucca’s body before the world changed colors. Deep within his boy’s body, he came, leaving him breathless and weak. He carefully pulled out of his lover, gathered him up in his arms, and lifted him off the table. He kissed Lucca’s sweaty brow and nuzzled his neck. “Do you understand how much I love you? How much I need you?”
Lucca nestled his head against Carl’s neck and nodded. “As I you, Sir.”
“Please don’t do that again to me. If I were to lose you…” He stopped that thought, shoving his fears away he held Lucca tighter and said, “Let’s try a different position in bed.”
Lucca was still trying to gather his breath, to make it right again. His body was buzzing from the afterglow and all he could do was nod and bury his face into his lover’s neck, smelling their sex and the sweat in the air. Lucca felt numb and warm all over, but it was a good numb. The type of numb that, once gone, made everything feel new and alive. "Can we use the cuffs this time?"
Carl laughed. Oh yeah, he sure as hell planned on it.
Tears from Above
I participated at Goodreads MM Romance Group's call for Hot Summer Day's stories. Members of the group submitted erotic pictures with scenarios and the author was to write a short story using those elements and the picture. You can find it here: This is the picture I chose.
I titled the story:
Tears From Above and that gourgeous angel is named: Anson.....
TEARS FROM ABOVE
by Michele L. Montgomery
Glossary of terms:
Living in the planes above the planets was the only way of life Devon and Anson had ever known. Though they each were conceived in different realms, neither was born as humans are born. Instead, they were created on a wish made by their Supreme Fathers, Gagda and Mider.
For every wish there is an answer. For every positive, there is a negative. For every good, there is an evil. For every heaven there is a hell.
The kingdom of Nèamh was a covenant between Gagda and those children who had met with an untimely death because of their sexual orientation. Gagda had created several realms for His lost children: the throwaways, the unwanted, the scorned, and the misunderstood. Within those realms, He placed his favored Angels to guide, to teach, to love those lost souls.
Gagda loved all his children; He provided for them and promised them an eternity of happiness. Gagda had spoken but one rule for his children; if one of his creations so much as bent that sacred rule, they would forever be exiled from their blessed existence, a paradise abundant in pleasure, peace, harmony, and safety in the kingdom known as Nèamh.
This story is a testament to Gagda’s gift and the promise of eternal love.
And for your reading enjoyment, you can download Tears From Above right here.