Prologue

Scottie….

If there was a picture of a person next to the definition of being socially inept in the dictionary, the picture would have been of me. Dealing with people gave me hives. Just the thought of talking to someone I’m not familiar with made me want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world. But no one understood that, no one understood me. Not my Aunt, and definitely not the limited amount of people in my life. No one that is until Him. He walked into my Aunt’s bakery and I swear from that moment on, he owned me. Mind, body, and soul.

Nolan…

I am a Master Dominant, a self-made man in my own right. I have no doubts about myself. I have a lot to offer any sub of my choosing. I’m wealthy. I own several businesses. From my elite members only get-away that catered to the rich and famous in the lifestyle. To my new kink-friendly club I’m getting ready to launch directly across the street from a quaint little bakery that employed a young man sweeter than any of the confections they had to offer. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a boy of my own. Don’t get me wrong, I have beautiful boys throwing themselves at my feet on a daily basis. I’ve trained most of them in the art of submission, but none of them have caught my interest like this gorgeous Angel has. I needed to make him mine as much as I needed air to breathe. He will be my boy.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Scottie’s POV…

I breathed a sigh of relief as my hand touched the handle to the door of the cafe, I gave a slight tug and the door opened and a refreshing gust of air conditioned coolness billowed over my heated skin as I entered Heavenly Delights Cafe. I was happy for the main reason alone that I was out of the morning rush of people on their way to work or school. I don’t do well in crowds and especially with strangers.

I felt like they were always judging me, looking at me and seeing every flaw that I may have. Just talking to someone I don’t know caused my stomach to roil with nausea and my mind to go blank. Most people just thought it was me being shy, especially my Aunt, but no one understood how inadequately I have always felt around others. I never know what to say or how to act and people get impatient and downright mean, school was a prime example of that and I have learned to keep to myself.

I smiled at Camille and Tory behind the counter as I passed them heading straight for the sanctuary of the little office behind the kitchen. I almost made it too if his wasn’t for the fact that when I passed through the swinging door I ran right into Aunt Molly. “Oh Scottie, baby there you are. I need you to man the register today, Camille is waiting tables with Tory since Miguel called out, something about a severe headache, and it’s most probably another hangover again. Anyhoo, I have already went through the order tickets and ran the hours through that handy quicken program you installed on the computer so the paychecks will be ready on time.

So out you go.“ She rambled as she proceeded to divest me of my messenger bag and pushed me back out into the dining area before I could even attempt to think of some way out of what she was pushing me to do.

I found myself standing in the middle of the dining room. I turned to protest but Aunt Molly had already disappeared back into the kitchen with the door swinging back and forth in her wake. Resigned that I had no choice in the matter, I hunched my shoulders and dragged my feet as I made my way behind the counter. Camille was there slicing the freshly baked pies from the kitchen. The smell of the warm apple filling was making my mouth water. I made a mental note to get a piece later.

“Hey Baby Boy, Molly is having another intervention to cure your shyness again?” She asked as she ruffled my honey blond hair, after setting the last pie in the class display case.

I just pouted and nodded as I typed my security code into the computerized cash register and checked the cash drawer to make sure the money count was right. A group of ladies from the Dental Office down the street came in to pick up their morning coffee and donuts they ordered daily. Camille moved off to retrieve their order and I braced myself because they were headed my way to pay for their order.

“Hey Cutie, how are you today?” The pretty blond asked as she and her friends stopped in front of me.

“Fi..fine.” I managed to stutter out as I rang up their total.

“Aww, you are so cute.” The brunette said and I blushed red to the tips of my ears. “I mean look at those gorgeous blue eyes.” She gushed and I felt my face getting even hotter.

“Stop it, Paula; we all know how shy Scottie is, stop embarrassing him. Here you go babe, no change.” The blond said and handed over some crisp bills, giving me a five dollar tip.

“Thanks for your business.” I mumbled and they awed again before waving their fingers at me as they left. I sighed and put the tip in Camille’s tip jar, she was the one to serve them after all. I shook my head and pulled out my Kindle from under the counter and pulled up the book I started reading last night. I gave the polished spotless counter a once over before I went back to my Kindle. I mean the girls from the local offices always came in here for meals and whenever I was out front they always made it a point to try to talk to me and pull me out of my shell, little did anyone of them know that I batted for my own team.

They were all pretty in their own way but girls have never done it for me. Give me a rough and tough big burly ton of muscle and I melted like ice cream that has fallen onto hot pavement. I have never gathered the courage to even admit that I was gay outside of my head, and I probably never will seeing how scared I am of people and I doubt I will ever find my Mr. Right. I was nothing special, I looked like I was no older than 18 years old, I was short at 5’6 and I barely weighed 150 pounds, with a face and body that never seemed to sprout any kind of hair other than on my head and my groin. The only that stood out on me was my crystal like ice blue eyes and the uniqueness of my hair color, an amber honey gold mix. My skin was pale and I tended to blush bright red without provocation at any given moment.

I was brought out of my own head when the last of the breakfast crowd came to pay their checks. I managed to keep my eyes down and only fumbled only once as I handed back change and wished them a shy good day. I dispersed the tips to the correct employee jars and locked the register. I picked up a bowl and helped myself to some fresh fruit and cottage cheese. Making my way back to the register I sat on the stool next to it began to enjoy my yummy fruit. After a couple a bites I heard the chime of the bell on the front door and I looked up and almost choked on the cube of watermelon I had just put in my mouth.

My eyes popped at the two magnificent specimens of muscular male Gods as they sauntered right up to the counter and picked up a menu to study the choices of food and baked goods the café offered. I desperately looked around for Camille or Tory but they were sitting at a table by the kitchen door eating their own breakfast. I had no choice but to wait on the men and my stomach rolled at the thought. I have never seen them before and they were so gorgeous. I could already feel my thought processes freezing up and my hands beginning to sweat with sheer nerves. I was tempted to run into the kitchen to beg Aunt Molly to come out and do it, but I already knew she would just make me come back out and do serve them on my own.

So I gulped and put my fork down and stood. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and shuffled slowly over to where the men stood. The big blond one was pointing at something on the menu and the dark haired one was looking at what he was pointing at. Picking up the order pad I reluctantly stepped up and pen poised over the pad. “Ma..may I, um…help you?” I quietly muttered.“ Feeling all kinds of stupid over my quivering voice. I felt my face flame as both men turned their laser sharp gazes onto me, one blue and the other a gorgeous gunmetal gray almost black. I quickly lowered my gaze to my now shaking hands at the intensity of the dark gaze now trained on me.

“Oh my. What do we have here?” The blonde blue eyed Adonis said as he elbowed the dark God.

“Quit it Dean.” The deep voice rumbled and I felt a shiver skim down my spine at the husky cadence of that voice brushed over my senses making me hyperaware of him.

“What Nolan, this cutie here is absolutely stunning. Hey what’s your name.” He asked as he leaned his tall frame over to try to capture my eyes.

My hands were now shaking so bad I had to lay the pad and pen down of the counter. I clasped them together in hopes of trying to hide my nervousness from them.

“Dean, stop being so forward, can’t you see that you are making this young man uncomfortable.” The commanding voice once again sent a wave of tingles over my flesh causing goose bumps to form all over my body. “Hey my name is Nolan, and this ass here is Dean, please forgive him.” He said as held out his hand for me to shake.

I took a breath and raised my eyes to his face and a gasp almost escaped my throat. I found myself reaching out and his large warm hand completely wrapped around my much smaller one and I jumped at the contact of our skin, it felt like a spark of electricity shot through my palm and jolted straight to my heart. His nostrils flared and his eyes took an intense glint that had my whole body reacting like never before. Totally embarrassed to be standing there gawking at him like a idiot, my face flamed a furious red and I snatched my hand away and I scurried away from the counter straight through the dining area and into the kitchen. I ran by flustered Aunt and straight to the office where I slammed and locked the door.

I slid down the closed panel onto my butt on the floor and wrapped my arms around my drawn up knees and buried my face. Tears of shame rolling down my heated cheeks. Oh my God, one touch from that gorgeous hunk of man sent me flying away in panic like some unstable lunatic. God I hope he was just passing through the area and not someone settling around here. He was definitely new, someone I have never seen before today and I hope it remained that way I was too mortified for any other outcome.

Rocking back and forth trying to console myself, I didn’t know how long I sat there huddled like that until I heard a light tapping on the door. I knew who it was before I heard my Aunt Molly calling my name from the other side of the door. “Scottie baby, open the door.” She said as she rattled the knob.

Getting up I swiped a hand over my face and brushed of the butt of my jeans. My hands still shook as I turned the lock on the door and stepped back. Aunt Molly quietly entered the room and closed the door behind her. She took my hand and led me over to the small couch in the corner of the office and pulled me down to sit with her. I knew she was going to give me another lecture about standing up and speaking and stop letting my shyness get in the way. I have heard it a million times before and I have long since stopped trying to explain to her my true feelings on the subject. She just didn’t get it.

“Scottie, you know I love you like I gave birth to myself. Those poor gentlemen out there thought that you were ill or something the way you ran off like that. Mr. Price or Nolan as he asked to be called owns that new Lounge opening up soon across the street, and Dean the other guy is his friend and business partner, they came over to order sandwiches and coffee and drinks for their building crew, and instead of showing them our famous neighborhood welcome you run off like a overwhelmed teenager. Not nice at all young man. I did the courtesy of taking their order and Cook is fixing them up now, you and Tory are going to take the stuff over when it’s ready and I want you to apologize for being rude.” She declared and she got up and brushed off her apron and went back into the kitchen leaving the door ajar.

Pushing myself off the couch with a heavy heart I walked out of the office and towards the restroom. I pushed the door open and saw Tory standing there drying his hands on a paper towel and I stepped up to the sink and turned on the faucet. I splashed some water on my face and washed my hands. Tory handed me some paper towels and leaned against the wall while I dried my face and he studied me for a minute.

“Scottie, why did you run like that. I mean those two men were some fine looking pieces of beefcake, and I never knew you were like that.” He said and I instantly snapped my head towards him.

“What do you mean like that?” I cautiously asked him wondering what he was getting at.

“Scottie, I have worked here for over two years and I have seen every secretary, cute little dental hygienists, and sale girls in the area come in here and attempt to flirt with you and you are totally oblivious. I have also witness the college jocks and frat boys from the university too and you watch them through those long pretty lashes of yours from your hiding place behind the cash register. So, I have come to conclusion love that you prefer a him rather than a her, just like myself.” He said and my eyes went wide as his outright confession.

“Um..” was all I managed to get out before Tory interrupted me.

“It’s okay Scottie, I know and I also know that it is more than being shy that has you so skittish, and Molly is refusing to believe it. I have a cousin and even some friends at the university that suffer from what you are. It’s called Social Anxiety Disorder and I know someone that can help you.” He said as he came over and handed me a card.

I read it and frowned, it was for a Behavioral Therapist and I wondered if I maybe should go see this lady. “Thanks Tory, but I don’t know.” I said as I pocketed the card.

“It’s okay man, just think about it. Life is too short to be too scared to live it. Now let’s go see if the Sex God’s order is ready. I am dying to see those too pieces of deliciousness again.” As herded me out of the bathroom and back towards the kitchen. At least one of us was anxious for this confrontation as a lump began to form in my throat at just the thought of going anywhere near that man again. My body betrayed my frazzled mind by giving off a shiver of anticipation that I totally didn’t agree with, but I just squared my shoulders and helped Cook pack the delivery bags with enough sandwiches to feed an army.

Tory bagged the sodas and thermal containers of coffee and fixings. We grabbed the carry out bags and made our way out of the café and across the street to newly constructed entranceway to what looked like a club. Another big guy in worn ripped jeans and a leather vest saw us coming and stepped up to help us with our load.

’Right this way Gentlemen.“ He said as he led us inside.

My eyes struggled for a bit from going from the bright sunshine outside to the dim interior of the bar. Once they did I stopped in my tracks and my jaw dropped at the sights confronting me. Tory who was right behind me bumped into my back because of the suddenness me stopping in middle of the walkway.

“Scottie, get a move on this shit is heavy.” He whispered as I clamped my jaw shut and scrambled after the guy as he led us deeper into what I was slowly realizing as some kind of Fetish Bar.

Words failed me as he led us through a doorway to a huge top of the line kitchen area. He helped us with the thermal bags as he placed them on the stainless steel counters as he called out on the top of his lungs that lunch was here. I unconsciously scooted closer to Tory’s taller slender frame as several construction workers and huge leather wearing men came through the door and swarmed the food and drinks. I so wanted to go back to the cafe but we had to get that guy Nolan’s signature before I could. I tried handing the receipt book to Tory, but he smirked refusing it with a wink and went back to batting his eyes at the leather vest guy who looked very interested in Tory too. I wondered if all the guys here were into men, but my nerves got the better of me as I looked for one man in particular.

I looked around trying to see Nolan, but my height prevented me to see anything other than huge shoulders and massive chests. In any other scenario I might have been euphoric bliss right about now, but I was too nervous.

“Looking for someone, little one.” A deep voice whispered into my ear and I almost jumped out of my skin.

I spun around on my heels and my nose smacked right into a hard chiseled chest. I squeaked and jumped back and looked up wide eyed up into that shimmering dark gaze. Nolan was standing there smirking down at me and I gulped and shoved the receipt into his hands. He raised a brow and never broke eye contact with me as he signed the receipt and handed back to me. My hand shook as I attempted to take it from him but his warm hand clamped loosely over my wrist and he leaned down. I was almost hyperventilating by this point and my heart slammed against my rib cage as his searing gaze flicked to my lips.

I gasped and snatched my hand out of his loose grasp and hustled myself out of there as quick as fast as I possibly could. I didn’t even care that I left Tory behind as I flew across the street and into the cafe. I slammed the receipt on the counter in front a startled Camille and rushed straight for the washroom, where I locked myself in for however long that it would take me to calm myself down. That man was definitely not good for my frame of mind.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Nolan’s POV…

Walking around in the main bar I was pleased as I studied the shiny counter tops of the sprawling elaborate bar. The design was just how I had envisioned for the club. I had wanted it to be the main point of the club where you can get to the bar from any direction. It was smack dab in the middle and it was circular, so there will be several bartenders at all times to serve to the clientele. The view from the bar is also 360 degrees, you can see the stage area, and the dance floor. The main dining area was also easily accessible.

The private door to the members only playrooms and the Dungeon also beckoned to you from the bar. The bright red paint on the door contrasted with the dark gold and black walls, it drew the eye to it and peaked your curiosity to want to know what was behind that door; especially when you add two muscle bound leather wearing pieces of deliciousness to guard said door in question.

“It’s perfect man.” Dean said as he sauntered over to me and slapped me on the back. If I was a lesser man the slap from the gentle giant would have knocked me on my ass.

“Perfection is the word for it.” I slightly shouted over the sound of a power saw firing up nearby. I checked my watch and I was very surprised to see that it was almost lunchtime. “Come on, let’s get some food for these hard working boys.” I said nudging Dean the the ribs trying to get his attention off of one of the sweaty construction workers who decided to take off his shirt at that moment, to my best friend’s delight.

Giving me a wolfish grin he acknowledged that I saw him staring before he said. “Let’s go to that Cafe across the street, everyone around here says the food there is really good.”

“Sure, let’s go check out what they have to offer.” I said and little did I know that was the best decision I would ever make in my life.

We called out to Max, our head of security, that we were doing a food run and we walked outside and across the street to the little cafe. Dean pulled open and held the door for me and I stepped inside. It wasn’t quite yet lunchtime or at least the lunch rush hadn’t begun for the place yet. It was cool and fairly quiet. The aromas wafting through from the kitchen though was making my empty stomach rumble. Dean was eyeing the pies like they were the only things on the face if this earth, I mean he always had a wicked sweet tooth, it almost compared to high sexual appetite.

He grabbed the menu from the counter and I must admit it, they had a pretty impressive variety of soups, sandwiches, full meals, and all kinds of pastries and desserts. I even saw real old fashioned milkshakes on there, and I decided right then and there I was going to have a large vanilla one. I just hoped they were as good as the promised to be. I was checking the out the sandwich menu’s when I heard a sweet little voice stutter asking us if he can help us.

I looked up to see the owner of the sweet stutter and, Damn, he was pretty. He was a small little thing, his skin flawless with hair like spun gold. His lips were a pretty pouty pink, but what really caught me was those big blue crystal blue eyes. I went instantly and painfully hard, my poor cock throbbed like it has it’s own pulse and my blood heated and zinged through my veins.

I stood there speechless for a moment willing my synapses to start firing again when Dean beat me to the punch by flirtatiously responding to the young man. I watched to see if this sweet boy in front of me would react like all the other boys and fall for Dean’s charm; but the only thing I noticed was that the attention directed at him seemed to make the young man nervous. I told Dean to tone it down a bit and I introduced myself to this stunning young man, holding out my hand. I wanted to she if that beautiful skin was as soft as it looked, and I was struck how tiny he was. He was soft  as his small hand was firmly encased in my hand giving him a gently shake.  I had to fight the urge to caress the pale skin on the back of the hand I was holding. I felt a shiver of heat race over my skin and it shot straight to my groin and my cock twitched in the most delicious of ways. I slightly leaned over to discreetly inhale his scent and I picked up on his mouth watering fragrance of citrus and vanilla as well as his own delicate musk.

He looked up at me and his hand quivered in my palm, I was momentarily struck by the innocence in his eyes, yummy,  but there was also fear and that stumped me for a minute. Before I could make a comment he ripped his hand from mine and made a mad dash to the back of the restaurant. My brows must have hit my hairline as I looked at Dean shocked beyond belief.  

“Huh, and you thought that me calling him stunning set him off, well what do you call that Dr. Smooth ass Dom. You sent the poor kid fleeing. Nice.” Dean chuckled but abruptly cried out, “Hey!” instead when I slapped him on the back of his neck, hard.

Before I could growl out a response at him an older woman came blustering out of the kitchen and made her way behind the counter. “Oh Gentlemen, please excuse my nephew, he is such a shy soul, been trying to break him out of it for years. Anyway, my name is Molly and welcome to my cafe,  Heavenly Delights.” She said and I instantly found myself not liking this woman too much by just how blase she threw off her nephews actual fright, what I just witnessed with that sweet boy was far from shyness but I just let it go for now and placed our orders. She guaranteed us that our order would be ready and delivered within the next half an hour, and once again attempted to apologize for her nephew’s behavior. I had to stop her right there and let her know that he did absolutely nothing wrong and that there was nothing to apologize for, but I could see from the stubborn set of her face that she didn’t believe me, so yeah, I did not like this woman at all.

It just gave me something to think about because I was definitely going to find out as much as I can about that little cutie, I already knew his sexual preference from his reaction to me; so I was at least half way in my way.

“I can smell the wheels turning in your head, that and the fact you haven’t paid any attention to anything I have said over the last ten minutes. What you thinking so hard for?” Dean said as he bumped me through the door of the bar trying to make me stumble. I swear he’s like a big ass kid sometimes.

We continued through the renovated space until we were behind the closed doors of my office. “What did you get from our encounter with that little delight across the street. Heavenly definitely describes him.” I said as I waited for Dean’s input. He may be childish and an uncontrollable flirt,  but he was great judge of character, a great Dom, and my best friend.

“I told you, little man is absolutely stunning but he is really skittish, too skittish to be just plain shy, and if it is shyness, he has an almost debilitating case of it. I can more than see that he has sparked your interest; and thank God for that. I thought you were going for priesthood, all the subs have practically given up on you.” Dean  razzed me as he draped his large frame over the plush wing chair across from my desk.

I sat down and let myself wonder about him, I didn’t even catch his name. I frowned as the thought crossed my mind, how was I supposed to get to know him if he panics and runs? Talking to his Aunt was going to be useless, the woman doesn’t see anything wrong with his reactions. She is downplaying them to something she can correct if she literally pushes him at people and that made my blood boil a little hotter at her callousness. I mean, I have only glimpsed the boy once to see that his wariness was more than being timid, it was actual fear.

 I felt this sudden surge of protectiveness for him and I wanted him, so much so it shocked me for a moment. Like Dean had said, the subs have held no interest for me lately, they were all the same, they were either coyly pretending to be innocent or they were outright sluts vying for your attentions. They were beautiful every single one of them but none has held my interest for a repeat performance. That little piece of deliciousness had my entire attention from the minute he stuttered if he could help me.

 Dean was busy playing some game on his phone and I was busy bouncing around in my own head when we heard Max holler that the food is here. Dean immediately shot out of the chair with so much force he almost knocked it over, he was long gone by the time I made it to the door. I just shook my head and watched the stampede into the kitchen, one would have to wonder if they were ever fed.  I waited another moment before making my way into the crowded room. I looked around and Dean already had a sandwich half way down his throat. Max was eyeing a slender cutie and helping him serve out the sandwiches.

Walking further into the room a noticed between the break of muscular bodies a little gold head turning from left to right. Curious I sauntered over and a huge smile spread across my face as I noticed my little man standing there, desperately looking for someone, he was kind of half hidden behind his co-worker who was currently eye fucking Max. I hustled some of the neanderthals out of my way to get to him. His back was facing towards me and I leaned over and whispered if he was looking for someone in his ear. He almost jumped at least five feet into the air and he spun around wide eyed as he caught sight of me. His pretty pink lips caught my attention when he nervously licked them and making me want to lick them just to see how they felt and how they tasted.

I caught his gaze with mine and I tried to gentle my features as much as possible. I knew I can be really intense, especially when I see something I want, and I wanted this sweet pup like no other. He just made my mouth water and my palms itch to run my hands all over that flawless gorgeous skin. I just knew his was the type of skin to pink up very prettily with a slap of my palm or a flick of my whip. A moan almost escaped my throat at the thought and I had to stamp them down.  I had to make the kid comfortable with me first, and the only way to do that seemed to be overdosing him with my presence, make him get used to having me around.  The best way I decided to do that was to become his shadow, everywhere he turned I was going to be right there.

I was really getting into my thoughts while staring at his perfection when jerked me out of my head space by thrusting a receipt book in my hand along with a pen. I took it from him and never breaking eye contact with him as I signed it and handed it back. I couldn’t resist getting another feel of his incredibly soft skin, so I loosely encircled his wrist with my fingers, gently rubbing the warm flesh there, and of course, he snatched his hand away and bolted out the door, leaving his co-worker behind.

I let him go, I casually followed in his hurried wake and watched from the sidewalk to make sure he got back into the cafe unharmed. I now considered  him my responsibility and the first thing I needed to know was his name. So after he scurried back inside the cafe safely I turned on my heel and went to find his friend. Coming through the kitchen entrance, I saw the friend handing Max a piece of paper and giving him a sultry wink before sauntering off with a little swish to his hips, and Max was watching totally enthralled with the little show.

He was about to pass me when I stopped him and asked him if I could talk to him for a minute. He nodded and followed me out to the bar where is was decidedly a little more peaceful than the packed kitchen and we had less of a chance to be overheard. I asked him about my little man and he happily gave me all the information I needed. So my sweet boy’s name was Scottie, it suited him perfectly. His friend’s name was Tory and he went on to share that Scottie maybe suffering from undiagnosed Social Anxiety Disorder. I was concerned about that and I asked about the Aunt and he confirmed that she refused to believe that anything was wrong with Scottie, even though Scottie had tried time and time again to tell her how serious his fears of strangers were. Again I could feel my blood boil at the thought of how nonchalantly the woman had dismissed Scottie’s distress earlier.

 I asked Tory to keep this conversation between us, I didn’t want Scottie to get anymore spooked of me than  he already was, and when Tory warned me to be careful with Scottie I almost smiled; it was like a kitten threatening a lion. Tory went on to say that Scottie has never admitted out loud to being gay much less or have had any type of personal relationship with anyone, male or female. I nodded my head in understanding and I promised him that I wasn’t out to hurt Scottie. I wanted to take care of him make him mine. Tory’s face busted out in a huge smile and told me it is about time that someone did take care of him and not dictate to him like his Aunt  has been doing all these years; and with that he made his way happily back across the street leaving me standing there with the heavy realization of what I just said about making Scottie mine.

I didn’t have time to ponder the seriousness of what I wanted when a luke warm hoagie slapped me across the face and an ice cold soda was shoved into my chest. I had to hurry up and catch the items before they fell to the floor and now with my arms holding what I expected was my lunch; I turned to growl at the one person who had the nerve to do it. “Dammit Dean!” I shouted at his cackling retreating back as my best friend in the whole wide world hauled ass down back down the hallway heading for the doors to the Dungeon. He slipped through and disappeared behind the revolving doors.

Shaking my head at his antics I just made my way back to my office. I sat behind my desk and placed my lunch there.  I unwrapped the sandwich and lifted the bun to see which one my dear friend picked for me, and yum, it was roast beef. I was halfway through the pretty good hoagie when I realized I was sipping on a Pepsi-cola when I specifically remembered ordering a large vanilla milkshake. Gleefully, I finished my sandwich and slurped down the last of my soda before throwing the items in the wastebasket next to my desk.

It looks like I was going to have to make another trip over to the cafe to inform them that I didn’t get my much coveted milkshake that I was so looking forward to. I grinned like a Cheshire cat as I consulted my watch. I would give my little man some time to regain his composure before giving him another dose of myself. Yes, I would have to be patient and take my time with my beautiful boy, otherwise he will bolt, and I want him running towards me not away from me. So nice and slow and frequent doses of my presence is just what he needed.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Scottie’s POV…

The end of the day was finally here and I could go home and relax and breathe, but then I remembered that Aunt Molly had her book club tonight and my shoulders slumped. She would surely try to get me involved as always and I would have to politely sit there and fend off the old biddies trying to hook me up with their daughters and granddaughters. Not my idea of a relaxing evening.

I looked around the organized little office of the cafe like it would give me the answers that I was seeking. I had spent most of the day after Aunt Molly left holed up in here avoiding everyone after my embarrassing sprint from Nolan’s club and my shameful meltdown in the bathroom. I felt so small and pathetic, not even Tory could coax me back out front. How was I ever going to face that gorgeous man ever again, I sighed and dropped my head, totally dejected into my hands.

There was a knock on the door frame and I raised my head and swiveled around to see Camille standing there with her book bag on her shoulder and I sack of leftovers she usually took back to her campus dorm to share with her roommate. “Hey, the dining areas and counters are clean. The dishes are running their last cycle in the washer. Tory is refreshing the tables and cook already cleaned the kitchen and he has left for the night. So I am going to head out too. Oh, by the way I have two tests in the morning, I told Molly already so I won’t be in until noon and she said OK, she said to tell you to open in the morning since she fired Miguel.” She stated giving me a sympathetic look. I hated the morning breakfast rush, everyone knew it except my oblivious Aunt, and it was beginning to piss me off. My face heated in angry flush, but I just wished Camille a pleasant evening and a safe trip back to her dorms.

Slamming the mouse down with a little bit more force than necessary I leaned back into the chair in front of the computer with a huff. I mean, I loved the woman; and I am so grateful to her not putting me in foster care but she had no idea how to relate to me at all. She was like a horse with blinders on. She only saw things one way and it is usually her way. Over the years I have listened to her conversations with her friends, they all went to the same church and it was a blessed day when I turned 18 and she couldn’t force me to go to that homophobic palace from hell, to her utmost disappointment. I have heard her and her group gay bashing people time and time again. I wondered what she would say if she learned that Nolan’s club was a fetish bar and in witnessing the men on that brief period of time Tory and I took their lunch over there, I would assume that a majority of the populace over there are gay or bi-sexual. Where will her friendly neighborhood greetings be then?

“Hey Scottie, I am done and the front doors are locked, don’t stay too late and remember the alarm, buddy.” Tory said as he stuck his head around the corner. He must have picked up my depression because he stepped fully into the office and leaned against the desk looking down at me and asked. “What’s the matter?”

I didn’t even know where to begin to start telling him what I was feeling. I just looked helplessly up at him while my eyes filled with frustrated tears that spilled over onto my flushed cheeks. Tory turned my chair around to face him and pulled me up by my arms. He held me against his chest rubbing soothing circles on my back and I just lost it. I sobbed out all my pain and frustration and feelings of inadequacy onto the front of his shirt and he seemed to understand my unspoken words.

“Scottie listen to me, I understand and I feel you man. You need a little help in the right direction. Go and talk to the therapist, she has worked wonders for my cousin. You need to get a hold of your fears and emotions, you need to stand up to your Aunt and stop trying to seek her approval in everything, that ship has long sailed and you are beating your head against a brick wall. I know you love her and she is your only family left, but you need to get your own place and start living your life.” He said and he held me back to look into my face. “You are who you are and being gay is not some kind of filthy secret. I am going to give you a prime example, take today when those guys came in here. The owner of that club couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He seems like a really good dude and if I was you I would be all up under his arm that like I was his deodorant.” He said and I couldn’t help but chuckle through my tears at his silliness.

“Go see the therapist, pull up your pants and take charge, yes the world and the people in it make it a scary place, but Scottie, there are also really good people and opportunities out there that you are missing out on by hiding all the time. Live, love, and be fearless dude.” He said before kissing me on the forehead calling out in his wake to make sure I turned on the security system when I leave.

I stood there looking at the empty doorway for a minute before reaching into my pocket and pulling out the business card Tory had put in my hand for the therapist. I studied the cream and gold embossed card. “Dr. Clarice Burns.” I pulled out my phone and programmed the number into my contacts. Tory was right, I needed to live and do it without being afraid all the time and if this lady can help me I was going to give it a try.

So with that decision made I checked the time and sighed again, it was just a little after 8:00. Aunt Molly’s book club usually wrapped up around 9:30 and I wanted to get home well after she has gone to bed. I was mentally unable to deal with her right now. I sauntered out into the darkened dining room and made my way behind the counter. Licking my lips I lifted the half remaining apple pie out of the display case and turned to grab a plate from the shelf when I heard a tapping on the glass door. I looked up and gasped. Standing right on the other side of the door looking directly at me was the Sex God himself from across the street.

My heart rate immediately kicked up and my palms got sweaty. I tried not to panic and I gulped down the lump of anxiety formed in my throat as I wiped my hands on my jeans and tentatively made my way around the counter and to the door; taking Tory’s advice to stop being afraid and live a little. So here I am shaking like a leaf about to open the door to the one man that set my heart to fluttering with just a glance and fleeing with just a brush of his hand. Unlocking the door I pushed it open a crack and tried my best not to stutter my words when I quietly and simply said. “Hi.”

I watched as he leaned a huge tattooed arm against the door frame and smiled at me and my knees wobbled. “Hey.” He breathed and I could feel the blush I was battling against burst like fireworks over my cheeks and I looked down suddenly finding my feet very interesting. His beautiful slate gray eyes were too intense for me to hold his gaze.

I jumped when I felt along finger under my chin as he raised my face so I would look up at him. His dark gray gaze captured and held my light blue one. “Don’t hide those pretty eyes from me beautiful. I was on my way to my car around the corner when I saw you through the window and I remembered that I didn’t get my vanilla milkshake earlier.” He smirked and I found anxiousness easing off a bit at his obvious joking demeanor. He still had a gentle finger on my skin caressing a slow path up my cheek then back down to my chin slightly grazing my bottom lip. It was a gentle non threatening caress and I found myself leaning into his palm completely unafraid of his touch. I was mesmerized by the realization that I liked his hand on me.

Wide eyed and a little startled by the revelation, I found myself stepping back and did something else completely out of character for me. “So…sorry about that, if you want I can make you one now.” I mumbled feeling my heart in my throat. I don’t know why but even after embarrassing myself in front of this man not once but twice today, I still didn’t want him to leave and go about his business. I wanted to find out why he affected me this way. So I shored up my courage like Tory said and made a bold move by inviting this man into the closed cafe where I was by myself and I prayed I wouldn’t regret it.

“I don’t want to put you out little one, and I want you to know that you have nothing to fear from me.” He said as he ran that gentle finger across my cheek bone and I practically melted right there in the doorway.

I struggled with my now sluggish brain to form some type of response. “It’s no bother, I was going to kill some time before going home by eating a piece of pie, so I don’t mind making you that shake.” I quietly mumbled and tried not to get lost in his hypnotic eyes all over again.

He just smiled and stepped further into the entry way. I locked the door behind us and led him to the counter and told him to have a seat. I was beyond nervous but I tried my best not to let it show as I mentally boosted myself up and I made my way behind the counter to the milkshake area. I could feel his eyes boring into my back as I scooped out a generous amount of creamy real vanilla bean ice cream into the milkshake blender. I added real cream and a dash of cinnamon to the confection and turned the machine on. I turned and gave him a good once over out the corner of my eye. Damn this man was gorgeous with his bulging muscles and the colorful tattoos on his neck and arm added to the bad boy image he rocked so well. He was wearing a fitted black wife beater and dark gray fitted jeans with leather boots. Simply yummy, my fingers itched to run through that thick salt and pepper hair of his. I wondered if it was soft to the touch.

Stamping down on my wayward thoughts. “Would you like some pie?” I shyly asked as I waited for the blender to switch gears letting me know that the shake was done.

“Sure, might as well go all the way on carb-loading today. I’ll just have to spend an extra hour on my workout in the morning.” He teased as he graced me with another knee weakening smile. He must workout diligently as I took in his the perfection of his tight toned physique. He was absolutely delicious. I found myself staring at the broad shoulders and massive biceps. I jerked myself out of my head as I heard the whir of the blender and quickly turned my thermonuclear flushed face from his knowing scrutiny. I made quick work of pouring the thick shake into the specialized glass and added a spoon straw to the mixture. I carried it over and set it down in front of him along with a bottle of water from under the counter. I avoided his eyes as I sliced two generous pieces of pie and plated them.

I set one in front of him and the other at the seat next to him and made my way back around the counter. He was a complete gentleman as he held the back of the bar stool for me as I jumped up onto the tall chair cursing my diminished height a little in my head.

“Ahh, food of the Gods.” He joked as he tucked into his pie. I watched transfixed as those beautiful pink lips wrapped around the prongs of the fork as he took a bite of pie. I shook myself and dragged my attention back to my own food. As we sat there and ate he filled the silence by subtlety telling me about himself and where he relocated from. He told me about his club and I found that my interest was totally peaked by what he was describing and if I was bolder and braver I would ask the questions that were bouncing around in my head about his lifestyle.

He was genuinely a very interesting person, so confident in himself and his choices and I wished wholeheartedly that I was like that. Somehow I found myself relaxing even more and he even managed to coax a few responses out of me and dug out some of my shy thoughts as to what he described as the BDSM lifestyle. He explained about it some and my curiosity was caught up. He saw this and invited me to the opening of the club and that was when I found myself drawing back into my shell.

“I…I do…don’t do well in crowds and around strangers.” I stuttered out embarrassed yet again and I hung my head in shame. I was ready to get up and bolt again, but before I could jump up he stopped me with a gentle hand on my arm. My whole body tensed in flight or fight response and in my case it was flight.

“Take it easy little one, its okay and I understand. There is nothing wrong with you and there is nothing to fear. You would be my guest and as such no one will even get the chance to talk to you or touch you unless I say so. It’s okay to take your time and you even don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I just want to get to know you and spend some time with you.” He said his tone and his eyes were so soft and gentle. Soothing my frayed nerves and my heart melted into a puddle at my feet right there.

I found I wanted to explain to him why I was the way I am, and before I could over think it the words spilled from my mouth. All my feelings of fear and anger and helplessness in social situations came pouring out. I lost track of all the emotional dumping I have done today. I even found myself telling him about my choice in seeking professional help. He sat there patiently and without judgment and listened to everything and when my verbal vomiting ceased he just continued to hold my tiny cold hands in his warm larger ones like he was willing his strength into me.

He gaze never left my face when he said. “That is so brave and strong for you to admit your weaknesses like that, and you are really courageous to step up and try to overcome your fears and seek help. I was honest and I meant it when I said I want to get to know you, even more so now, and I think that I can help you overcome your fears and help you find your sense of balance. I find myself wanting to protect you little one.” He sighed and brushed my bangs out of my eyes. “Come I will help you clean up and take you home if you are not driving. Think about it, talk to your therapist and if you decide to let me help you call me or come by.” He said as he got up pulling me with him and shoving piece of paper in my pocket.

I couldn’t help but smile at him. My heart and mind was soaring, joyful with the effect this man was having over me and in such a short time. It didn’t even dawn on me how he could help me with my fears and feelings, but I was happy for the moment and I didn’t care as he helped me wash the plates and the blender. I set the alarm and he walked me over the parking lot and handed me into a really sleek black car. I was on cloud nine in his presence feeling confident for the first time ever. I didn’t even remember directing him to the two story cottage where I lived with Aunt Molly but I must have. He wished me goodnight with another one of his heart stopping grins, and I floated into the house glad that the house was dark and Aunt Molly had long since retired for the night. I showered and I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow with a delighted smile in my face.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Nolan’s POV….

I was getting more and more pissed off at Scottie’s Aunt for pushing him beyond what he can handle. I watched from the corner table where I was sitting across from Dean, who was currently cramming biscuits and gravy down his throat. We had came in quietly and was seated and served by that young man that delivered our lunch yesterday, Scottie had told me his name was Tory the previous night when he made he had my milkshake. My little man hasn’t noticed us yet. He was too busy sweating bullets at the register and taking orders from the people seated at the counter.  I watched with aching heart has he stuttered and blushed his way through it all, it was painful to watch his shoulders slump with mortification and every time his Bitch Aunt passed by she just patted him on the back and completely ignored his distress. This would definitely not do, if Scottie was mine, that Aunt of his could go straight to hell and I would have no qualms about telling her the quickest way to get there. I just wanted to get up and snatch him up and whisk him away, but I knew that he would be even more embarrassed if I did, so I seethed silently in my corner.

“Dude, are you going to let your food get cold?” Dean asked as he finally took a break from eating in order to breathe.

“Lost my appetite, do you see this shit?” I said as I waved my hand towards my little one.

Dean looked up and watched Scottie and his frown got deeper and deeper the longer he watched. “Poor little guy, this is definitely not his cup of tea is it?” He said as he shook his head.

My lips thinned as I watched him look longingly yet again up at the clock on the wall. He sighed and slumped onto a stool behind the cash register. I couldn’t take it anymore and I shoved my chair back and walked over to the bar, most of the patrons have gone off to their jobs or wherever so I had him to myself for a minute.

“Hey.” I said as I leaned over the counter on my elbows and watched as he trained those stunning blue eyes on me. I felt a sense of pride circulate in my chest as his whole face lit up with a beaming smile and he directed it all at me.

“Hi.” He whispered in his sweet voice and the urge to snatch him up and carry him away made my fingers twitch. I had to clench my fists to control myself.

“So do  you get a break or is your Aunt planning on torturing you all day?” I asked and immediately regretted it because his whole demeanor just dropped.

“It’s not that bad.” He whispered now not meeting my eyes.

“Little one, I meant no harm, I just hate seeing that woman do this to you and ignore your obvious discomfort. I feel very protective of you and I want to help, that is just my nature when I care about someone.” I explained to his bowed head hoping to make him feel better.

He looked up at me and I felt my heart stutter, those big beautiful eyes were swimming with tears  and that luscious pink bottom lip was slightly trembling and all I wanted to do was reach over the counter and kiss him.

“How can you feel protective about me already, we barely know each other.” He mumbled still not making eye contact. He looked so dejected slumped behind the register that  was the final straw for me and I lost it.

“Fuck it.” I growled and waved his friend over. “Tell his Aunt whatever you have to, I am taking Scottie out of here now.” I barked and reached over the counter and pulled him to his feet.

He yelped as I pulled him right over the counter and threw him over my shoulder and turned and stalked off, my destination was my office in the club.

“Pl…please pu…put me d…down.” Scottie stuttered to me as I crossed the street, Scottie was completely rigid on my shoulder as he held on for the ride, as If I would ever drop him. He weighed like nothing.

“Dude, even for you, this is some real caveman shit.” Dean chuckled as he trotted up behind me. I stormed past several of my men and they just looked on amused but they kept their mouths shut at my mutinous glare.

Dean knew well enough to leave me alone once I reached my office. I opened the door and walked in and I closed the door firmly behind myself and threw the lock before setting a tomato red faced Scottie down in front of me.

“Yo..you di..didn’t ha…have t…t..to ca..carry m…me off li..like a ne…nean…” He tried to get it out but he got frustrated and pouted and stomped off to sit on the leather sofa across the room crossing his arms over his chest. I knew he was mad at me, but I was going to make sure he got over it. I sighed and went over to sit next to him. He was so cute as he was still pouting and scooted over some more to widen the space between us.

“Little one, let me explain something to you. Even though I have known for almost two days, I find myself attracted to you, and that being the case, I also find myself feeling very possessive of you and I would do anything to protect you, when you learn  more about me you will get why I am the way I am; but for now I apologize for dragging you off like the neanderthal that you accused me of being. I just felt like I had to do something to try to make it better for you.” I said as I rubbed one of fingers along the silky smooth skin all on his arm, I had to really pay attention and not distract myself with the thought of him being that silky smooth all over his delicious little body.

He looked up at me and the pout was gone but he still had a serious expression on his face. “Okay, I get it and I am flattered, but please don’t do that again.”

“I can’t promise you that little one, but I can try.” I honestly stated and scooted closer to him. He leaned back and pulled his phone out of his pocket, he pulled up a number and stared it before looking up at me.

He pressed the send button and I watched as he nervously bounced his knee up and down while he waited for an answer. I listened as he made an appointment with the person on the other end and he let out a shaky breath and ended the call. “That was the therapist I told you about last night. I have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon.” He said and I took his small trembling hand into my larger one.

“You will be fine little one. I can come with you if you want, just to be your buffer.” I said as I mentally checked my schedule for the next day, I had nothing going on that Dean or Avery couldn’t handle in my absence

 “Really, you would do that?”  He asked his sweet voice tingled over my nerve endings.

I found myself grinning at him like a flippin excited girl and nodding my head. I almost face palmed myself. He sat there looking at me like I hung the moon, and it took all that I had not to take him and mark him as mine, to rub every square inch of my body all over him, to slap my collar on his neck so that everyone who saw it knew that he belonged to someone, namely me.

He curiously studied my office and I watched as the framed art depicting different scenes and methods of bondage caught and held his interest. I could almost sense the questions churning in his brain, so I made it easy for him. “Come little one, I am going to show you a little bit of my world.” I said. I wanted to see his honest reactions to my lifestyle. I worried that maybe I should wait to show him, but it can’t get anymore real than right here and right now, so I took him through the club.

I knew that since the opening was planned for this weekend, some of the Doms were going to be here all this week with their subs, prepping for the opening scenes that were going to be performed during the weekend. So I knew there were already several potential scenes going on in the multiple playrooms, so I took Scottie through the Red Door leading to the dungeons. I watched as his beautiful eyes got bigger and bigger as we descended the stairs into the dimly lit room. I was in luck because Avery was setting up his floggers, his chosen sub, Eric was already strapped completely naked to the St. Andrew’s Cross, his back facing the us.

Turning to Scottie, I studied his features for any signs of repulsion and disgust, but there wasn’t any just his rapt attention to what was going on up on the stage in front of us. So, I took his little hand and led him to one of the theater style seats and lowered myself into it bringing his shocked little body onto my lap. He tensed and I whispered to him for him to settle down and if at anytime he feels uncomfortable for him to let me know and we can leave right away.

He turned his curious eyes to me. “Is this what you are into when you are with someone?” He quietly asked as Avery was still sorting his equipment and hadn’t yet begun his scene.

I looked at Scottie and decided to put it all out there, I have never hidden who I am or what I do in and out of the bedroom or playroom. “I am what you would call a Dominant. This is my lifestyle, and to answer your question, yes, if I had a submissive, then yes this is what I would expect and more.” I said and I watched him closely for any reaction. I must say this was the calmest I have ever seen him so far. I would give anything to be able to read his thoughts to see what was going through his head right now.

 “Is that some kind of fetish or something, I mean why do you like it?” He asked and I had to smile, the poor innocent little thing. He shifted in my lap and my dick that was already half hard at the proximity of his sweet little ass and it decided to twitch with happiness at the thought of any type of direct contact.

“No babe, it’s not a fetish, it’s a lifestyle. Bondage, Dominance, Sadism, Submission, and Masochism, BDSM. It’s a very involved lifestyle that has many facets to it depending on what the Dominant and his or her submissive is into. The Bondage and Dominance are my forte, while for others it’s the pain, giving or receiving through a multitude of methods, some of it includes humiliation with 24/7 immersion into the lifestyle. It’s a way of life not a hobby for those who are serious about it, so it’s completely different from what can be considered a fetish, like licking shoes or the like.” I explained and he hung on my every word. I went on to explain more about the lifestyle and I watched his beautiful eyes dilate and his breathing pick up when I went into bondage and control. When I explained about taking complete control of my sub, taking him apart, taking  his burdens, his problems, and his concerns away , and leaving him to be concentrate on absolutely nothing other than pleasing me. Dropping him so far into his mind,  and into bliss that nothing else matters to him but me. He squirmed himself further onto my lap and practically panted.

He jumped at the sound of leather meeting flesh and the sharp hiss of reaction that followed. He turned his head and watched as Avery hand swung and the flogger he was holding sliced through the air before connecting with Eric’s quivering flesh. The stripes it left behind glowed red under the lights trained on the stage, the effect making them glow beautifully. Eric mewled and whimpered with his Dom for more, arching his back like a cat into each swipe of the flogger, groaning in delight with each contact of the fronds as they danced across his naked skin.

I watched Scottie’s reaction to the scene the whole time and I was so hard I was leaking like a proverbial faucet. His nostrils were flared and those pretty pink lips were parted as his breath panted through his mouth. His fingers clutching my wrist tightly and I bet if I could see his eyes his pupils would be blown wide open.

“Well, well, well, my little man was more than intrigued with restraints and flogging to say the least.” I thought and my mind started working overtime in how I was going to introduce him to this, but then I shut the thought down. First, I wanted him comfortable in his own skin, and not to fear the outside world so much and the people in it. Maybe getting him to focus through Domination may work as well as his therapy to achieve this and I wondered if this therapist was kink friendly. I decided to test him a little just to see how natural he was as a submissive.

I shifted and commanded. “Scottie, look at me.”

He immediately turned his head to me and I was right, his pupils were wide open and he licked his plump bottom lip and waited for whatever it is I was going to say.

“Tell me the truth. Is this something that you might be interested in trying?” I asked, the tone of my voice brooked no argument and demanded a response, and of course, my beautiful boy responded to it like a natural.

“Yes, but I don’t know about the pain, but someone taking my troubles and making all my decisions for me sounds like heaven; but wouldn’t that make me weak, make me someone who can’t handle their own affairs?” He stated and he hung his head like he was ashamed of feeling that way.

I immediately disabused him of that notion. “No babe, it doesn’t make you a weak person, actually it takes a very strong person indeed to let go and trust someone like that to be able to submit everything that they are to their Dominant, and in return he takes you apart piece by piece and put you back together again, to give you so much pleasure your entire world shatters and rebuilds around that person. It is the submissive that sets the tone of the relationship, total honesty, total trust, and total openness and awareness; that is what my lifestyle entails and if you are interested I want to share that with you.” I stated being totally upfront with him.

Scottie blinked at me like he was in a daze, but I knew he understood every word I said judging from the little shivers he released at my words. He shyly looked up at me and responded. “It sounds interesting, but I don’t know enough about it, you are going to have to teach me.” He shyly whispered and my heart pumped a little faster and I nearly came in my pants at the sight of him lowering his long lashes so coyly as he said his piece.

“I will, and only me; but first, I want you to see your therapist and I want you to be upfront with your Aunt, stop letting her drive you into a state of panic until you can get a grip on your anxiety. I really feel that Dominance can help you even further, but that is something we can discuss with your therapist if the person is open minded, some psychologists and psychiatrists do not believe in BDSM and  they call my lifestyle immoral, that it is not normal for a person to crave these things and yada, yada. We in the lifestyle believe is to each their own, if this is for you then alright, and if it is not that fine too. This lifestyle is by choice, a very personal choice, and no one should force you into it. So little one, one step at a time, and keep an open mind.” I said and he nodded at me. Avery chose that moment to order Eric to cum and he did so magnificently, writhing and moaning into Avery’s hand that was firmly wrapped around his dick totally caught up in his subspace.

Scottie’s eyes grew wide but he continued to watch as Avery released Eric from his restraints, he wrapped a blanket around his sub and proceeded to tell him what good a boy he was, how beautiful he was, and how proud of him he was as he rubbed and soothed him.

Avery bent at the knees and lifted Eric in  his arms cradling him to his chest and walked off behind the stage to the rest area beyond our sight.

“Is that normal what he doing, caring for him like that or is it because they are in a relationship?” He shyly asked even though his face was still red from watching someone else cum right in front of him.

“That is another dynamic love, Eric and Avery are not in any kind of relationship, Avery is a free Dominant and very good at what he does and Eric is an unclaimed submissive, not looking for a Dominant of his own but still needs what only a Dominant can provide, so they negotiated a scene and that is what happened. Now for the aftercare part, any respectable Dominant yours or not should provide aftercare after a scene, it is the proper thing as a Dominant to do to care for a sub because one,  they are precious and two, to thank them for placing that level of trust in you, to allow that kind of access to their body.” I explained and he blushed so prettily again and ducked his head under my chin.

I chuckled and rubbed his back, it wasn’t until Dean stepped into the room with an anxious Tory behind him that our little bubble was rudely popped.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Scottie, your Aunt is having a little conniption wanting to know where you went, I told her I don’t know, and she sent me to come and find you.” Tory explained as Dean took a seat with an amused smirk as he took in Scottie’s very comfortable position on my lap. I don’t even think he realized why his friend was looking at him like he was an alien or something at his level of comfort on my lap, or the fact that he wasn’t blushing about it either.

“Did she see you come over here?” Was his response to his friend and I raised an eyebrow at the firmness of his tone.

“No, I didn’t want to raise anymore questions so I went the long way around. I mean Camille is there and we are not all that busy but you know how she is. She feels you ran away again because of your shyness.”  Tory explained as he took a seat and let his eyes stray around the room and he gawked a little at the cross and the assortment of whips still on display on the table next to the cross.

Scottie looked at him and you could have knocked me over with a feather when he responded. “Tell her you couldn’t find me and that I am not answering my phone, if she gets worried oh well, it’s more like she’ll get pissed then so be it.”

Tory guffawed but covered it up with a cough and Scottie just shrugged a buried his face back under my chin and I rubbed his back letting him know through my touch that I was so proud of his response. Dean led Tory back up and out of the dungeon, we stayed there and I just relished in holding him close and when his body relaxed against me and he released little puffs of air on my neck, I knew he had fallen asleep, so I shifted him and carried him off to one of the private rooms for us to rest for a while.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Scottie’s POV…

Once again Aunt Molly had me opening for the cafe for the morning crowd and I was excited rather than nervous or anxious for once. It was all because Nolan had promised to meet me there to help me open up. I had told him that Tory would be there help and he had explained to me that he was there for me, so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by people and I just melted.

He was so sweet because he was also going to volunteer come with me to see the Psychiatrist today too. I wanted to tell him not to bother, I didn’t want to take him away from his business, but he assured me that it was fine and that they didn’t need him in the afternoon. I have began to somewhat need Nolan’s calming presence around me. His confidence and commanding nature soothed my constant anxiety, I wasn’t nervous around him, I wasn’t scared, but he did manage to fluster me all the time. The things I saw yesterday during what he called a scene just had made me feel a tingle of excitement and desire all over.

I went home and I was sure Aunt Molly was in bed, I had researched some about BDSM on the internet and I don’t think my face has cooled off yet from the multiple things that I saw. Some of it was downright scary, I mean, how people tolerated that kind of pain was beyond me…ugh, but there were other things that found that was really sexy. All that leather, and don’t get me started and the Doms and how they took care for their submissive’s needs. Nolan was right about the sub being the driving force behind the relationship, about how without the sub and their agreement to participate or not in the scenes, there would be no Dom. That thrilled me even more and I just shuddered at the thought, but there were other things that made me hot. The thought of someone caring for me was a big one.

It was a little cooler this morning when I stepped outside. The sun was barely rising over the horizon when I locked the front door and stepped down the front steps and I squeaked when I saw Nolan’s expensive car idling on the curb. A smile almost split my face in two and I rushed towards the car. The handsome man got out and smirked at me as he walked around the car and opened the passenger side door for me.

“You didn’t have to pick me up, bu…but thank you.” I managed to get out and he reached out and hugged me to his broad chest. I just wanted to purr like a contented cat as the heat of his body seeped into me.

“I know, little one, but I wanted to make sure that you got to the café alright and I get to spend some more time with you.” His rich baritone washed over me and I swear I became the consistency of pudding right there at his feet.

Nolan handed me into the car like I was the most precious thing on this planet and my heart sped up in my chest and my palms got sweaty for reasons other than my nerves for once. This man was delicious and he was taking care of me. He understood me, he really did, and he didn’t think of me as being a freak. I felt myself getting a little teary eyed at the thought but nothing could wipe the smile off my face at the moment. Nolan reached over and squeezed my much smaller hand in his giant paw as he drove the few minutes to the cafe. I was happy to see that cook was already there and Tory was helping him.

I led Nolan through the back entrance and Tory waved hello with a knowing smirk on his face, and Cook just raised an eyebrow as we passed. I tried not to blush as we walked past them but it didn’t work as I felt my cheeks heating up. Nolan took a seat as I put my messenger bag down and powered up the computer. “Di…did you eat yet?” I quietly asked him as I could feel those dark eyes bore into me making me fidget slightly.

“I had a coffee before leaving the house, but no, no food yet.” His deep voice purred and sent little shivers all over my body.

I managed to smile and I waved him over to lead him back out to the kitchen. Cook had already started chopping fruit and the fresh biscuits were already cooling. So I grabbed a plate and I placed a bowl of fruit, biscuits, scrambled eggs, and fresh slices of country ham, butter, and jelly. I made myself a plate and we went into the dining area. Tory brought us coffee and juice, of which I thanked him for and we sat down to eat.

“If you keep feeding me like this I am going to get fat, little one.” He teased and he enthusiastically dug into his food.

“There is not an ounce of fat on you anywhere.” I blurted and shocked myself. I immediately looked down and I could feel myself going red all the way to the tips of my ears.

“Why thank you. I do try.” He teased and I immediately felt better. I mean I didn’t want to come off as some ogling dork. The man looked hot and he knew it.

I continued to eat and when I looked up he was watching me with those intense dark eyes. I almost choked when he leaned over and used the tip of his finger to swipe something of the side of my mouth. I watched and my breath hitched in my chest as he stuck his finger in his mouth to lick whatever it was off.

“Hmm…sweet as ever.” He commented and my face yet again lit up like a nuclear reactor on overload. My appetite flew out the window as my stomach somersaulted and blood rushed southwards to my private parts.

“A…are yo…you finished?” I stuttered in response and watched those luscious pink lips curve into a devilish smirk.

“With the food, yes, but with you not by a long shot.” He said and I had to duck my head to hide my overheated face yet again. This man was going to make my skin melt right off my face. I wondered if there was such a thing as blushing too much.

“Aww, little one. I am sorry; I just think you are so cute when you blush like that.” He stated as he raised my red face to his with one of those long elegant fingers.

“It’s okay, I…I am just not used to all this attention.” I mumbled feeling like a moron to admit something like that.

“Well get used to it because you are now the sole recipient of all my attention, little one.” He replied and the look on his face was one of utmost sincerity and I couldn’t help the feeling of joy that coursed through my veins. I felt like I was cloud nine and my smile reflected that as I beamed at him.

I got up and Nolan helped me carry the used dishes back into the kitchen. I shooed him out front while I turned on all the lights and Tory and I made sure the tables were ready. I unlocked the door and flipped the switch on the open sign and made sure all the menus were readily available. Nolan had made himself comfortable at the counter and was currently plugging away on his laptop that I didn’t even realized he had brought in with him.

Camille came through the door not five minutes later and blew me a kiss as she went to put her things away. Both Tory and Camille had no classes today and I was glad because that freed me up in the afternoon since it looked like Aunt Molly was purposely not hiring anyone to replace Miguel to force me to stay out front. The place started to slowly get busy and I found myself only stumbling once or twice when I had to deal with someone and every time that happened, Nolan made sure to catch my eye and I felt calmer immediately. He would praise me under his breath, telling me what a good job I was doing and what I good boy I was, and I felt like I conquered the world.

Aunt Molly came in not long after the morning rush was dwindling down and she blustered in through the dining room and came to a stop at the counter. She immediately started in on me about running off yesterday, but she paused mid tirade when she saw Nolan sitting at the counter. She put that fake smile she reserved for people she thought were beneath her and exchanged greetings with him. Nolan was about as warm as an iceberg and his glare could have frozen the Sahara.

“I will talk to you later, Scottie.” She stated in her stern voice and was about to turn away but I stopped her.

“I have an appointment later so I will be leaving shortly. I don’t know when I will be finished so Tory and Camille has agreed to cover for me.” I said and watched as her eyebrows shot up into her hairline.

“What kind of appointment?” She asked as her gaze flicked from me to Nolan and back again.

“A Doctor’s appointment.” I said. I was unwilling to admit to the fact that I was going to go see a therapist. She has never and would never understand, and I didn’t feel like getting one of her self-righteous lectures this morning.

“What kind of Doctor’s appointment takes all day? Why are you going? You seem fine to me.” She continued to dig and I could feel myself becoming frustrated with her and my hands began to shake and my face got red.

“I believe that Scottie is old enough not to have to answer those questions if he doesn’t want to.” Nolan stepped into the conversation. His voice was as cold as ice.

I watched my Aunt turn to him her eyes shooting fire. “Excuse me, but Scottie is my nephew I am his guardian, and if I want to ask a question about his well being I can. Who are you to step into family issues?” She barked and she had no idea who she was messing with.

“I am someone that cares about Scottie and I will step in always if you continue to be so blatantly oblivious to his needs and if you haven’t realized it. Scottie is grown and no longer needs to answer to you.” His calm tone of voice had a bite to it. I could have cut the tension with a knife, it was so thick. Even Tory and Camille stopped in their tracks to watch what was going on. I started to get anxious and my eyes shot from Nolan’s stoic expression to Aunt Molly’s indignant one.

“Now look here…” She started pointing her finger at Nolan but I interrupted her.

“Aunt Molly, just leave it. I am going to go now. I am sorry, but I will see you later.” I said as I took my messenger from Tory and shot him a grateful glance.

“Scottie, I am not through here and I refuse to let you run off with those people, they are going to influence you to sin.” She said her face was livid and she was high on her own self importance.

I don’t know what happened to me. I couldn’t have begun to explain my reaction if you asked me to. All I knew was that my vision went red. Years of resentment of this woman turning a blind eye to my feelings and walking all over them, brushing my concerns aside, and I had sat there like a meek little mouse and took it because I was grateful to have a home, of which she has never let me forget it. “What do you mean those people?” I said before Nolan could even stand up from his chair.

“What I mean? I know what kind of kink place he is opening up over there. Some kind a Den for all those homosexuals to fornicate and lure unsuspecting men into sin of the flesh. He is trying to lure your gullible self in, and I refuse to let that happen. You are going to marry a good Christian girl and live an upstanding life.” She decreed before all and sundry standing there practically vibrating with indignation.

I gasped and my hands started to shake and if it was even more possible I exploded. “I AM GAY! I have never and will never want any of those insipid girls you and your friends keep throwing at me. Nolan is one person that has understood the fact that I have problems dealing with people. I am not shy. I am afraid all the time and you refuse to see it and here comes someone that is trying to help where you never have because you refuse to believe that anyone coming from your genetic line could have any imperfections.” I hollered and watched everybody eyes go wide as they stood there gaping at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world.

Aunt Molly had her hand to her chest like she was having some kind of cardiac episode. Her mouth open and closed like she could get what she wanted to say out and her face was brilliantly red. “You are an abomination just like your mother. I refuse to have a heathen like you in my house and in my life, if you don’t change this foolhardy path you are going down. You are not one of them.” She pointed her finger at Nolan and he got out of his seat and grabbed my arm.

I shook him off to his surprise with my fists clenched at my sides and tears of mortification and rejection from the one person that was a constant in my life albeit an uncaring oblivious constant, but my only family none the less telling me that she didn’t want me around. “Then I guess this is it, because I can’t change who I am.” I said and I turned and ran out of the café not caring that I left Nolan behind until I was stopped from running into oncoming traffic by a long arm snatching me back and I was slammed into a hard muscular chest. My dam broke and hot scalding tears of pain poured out of me to the point that my knees buckled and Nolan literally had to pick me up and haul me across the street to his club.

I buried my face in his neck and cried out all the pain that I felt and he just walked past his surprised security guard and his giant friend shaking his head at them as he carried me to his office. He dropped his computer bag and mine onto a chair and walked over to the plush sofa on the side of his desk and sat down with me on his lap. He just rubbed my back as I sobbed, inconsolable, my whole body shaking and dejected.

“Hush baby, everything will be alright. I promise.” He whispered as I hiccupped and let the tears flow.

His friend Dean came in with a pitcher of water and two glasses. He looked at me concerned, he poured a glass of water and handed it Nolan who thanked him and shook his head again at his friend who quietly left the room after that. He eased me forward and held the glass to my lips. My erratic breathing calmed after a few sips and Nolan cleaned my face with tissues from the table in front of us. He told me to rest after asking what time my appointment was, and he brought my head to his shoulder and continued murmur words of comfort. His big hand felt warm as it ran up and down my back and I just let go and closed my eyes relaxing further into him and cuddled under his chin.

Aunt Molly had no idea how much she had hurt me and I knew that I would never willingly set foot anywhere near her ever again. I was forever grateful that she took me in when my real mother left, but I didn’t know that she had conditions that I had to be obligated to her for life, and I had to be perfect and go along with everything she wanted for me. She has never once asked me to call her Mom as a matter of fact, and when I was little and did so she made it a point to correct me. Then she had the nerve to insult Nolan and practically call him a pedophile or something. Now I knew why that woman has never married and had children of her own. Any man she got would have killed her just to get away. Now she has thrown me away like garbage, like I never meant anything to her because I chose not to go the way she wanted me to go and it hurt.

I didn’t have the mental capability now to figure out what I was going to do, at least I had all my money over the years that I saved up, enough to get an apartment and I can find a job with my degree. I sighed and kept my eyes closed and let Nolan’s comfort wash over me. One day at a time, that was all I could do right now, at least I had Nolan and he seemed to care about me, was my last thought before I let myself drift off.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Scottie’s POV…

My eyes felt like I had sand grinding around in them when I woke up. I looked around to see that I was in Nolan’s office lying on the couch by his desk, and I was covered with a light blanket. I slowly sat up still huddled under the warmth of the blanket and looked around the office. Nolan’s computer was on and the program he was using was open, and so were some file folders on the desk. There was even a still steaming cup of coffee off to the side, so he must have just stepped out for a minute.

I got up and stretched, feeling the tension knots in my shoulders protest and my full bladder made itself known. So, I hunted around the room until I found the en-suite bathroom. I quickly relieved myself, flushed,  and washed my hands. While I was standing there at the pristine white marble counter, I looked up into the mirror and gawked at the disheveled mess I made. I turned the tap to the cold water and I washed my ashen face, and pinched my cheeks to add a little color. I ran my damp fingers through my hair and I must say I looked way better, more alive and less zombie like.

I was strode back into the office and my stomach grumbled at the scent of the fresh coffee. I checked the time and I still had a little over two hours before my appointment with the Therapist, and gosh,  she was surely going to get an earful today after my very eventful morning. My chest constricted painfully as my mind ran over the vicious words my Aunt had spewed right there in my face in front of everyone. I guess I couldn’t call her my Aunt anymore, she was just Molly from now on, or the lady that owned the cafe. I wonder what people will say once they find out what happened? Will they shun me too like she did, like I was no more than garbage to be thrown away?

My stomach rumbled again and Nolan still hasn’t returned so I fixed my over large sweater and straightened my jeans. I made sure my shoes were tied and I grew a pair and decided to go out into the club and look for him, maybe I would be able to find my way into that spectacular kitchen and find something to eat. I wondered if they hired a chef yet; they must have if they were opening in three days. A lot of thoughts were running through my mind, and the most prominent one at the moment, was finding a hotel room or something until I am able to hunt for an apartment. I needed to get my stuff from that house too and I wondered if Nolan would take me after my appointment?

I made it down the hallway and I peeked around the corner as I heard several deep booming voices in conversation not too far away from where I was standing. I so wanted to scurry back down the hallway and back into the safety of Nolan’s office; but the new me I was trying to become said to just walk out and face the strangers, they were just people and I was in the middle of Nolan’s domain, nothing could happen to me here, because Nolan would go berserk.

So I took a deep breath and stepped out of the hallway and into the common area as Nolan had called it, I was relieved to see the big burly guy that had eyed up Tory that day we delivered lunch. I felt relieved to see at least one somewhat familiar face and I quietly made my way over to the group and to him. I think his name was Michael or Mike or something like that.

As I got closer one of the big guys noticed me and in a two quick strides he was just mere inches standing there right in front of me. “What do we have here?” He boomed and held his hand up and attempted to caress my face but I flinched back out of  his reach. My eyes wide and my entire body started trembling in fear. “Aww come on sweetness, there is no reason to be skittish.” He purred and stepped forward to attempt to touch me again, but again I side stepped him.

“Rich, man if you want to keep your limbs and your eyeballs, you won’t  even look at this little cutie right here.” Mike warned with a devious smirk on his face.

I felt like I was watching a predator getting ready to strike, when all of a sudden I felt two big hands slap me on my butt from behind, I yelped and twirled around to see who it was that had hit me.

“Hey princess, how’s it hangin?” Dean playfully winked at me and I felt myself pouting as I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.

“How comes he gets to touch and when I go to touch he flinches from me?” The man named Rich whined and then all of a sudden he went very pale.

I turned my head looking for the cause and I watched as Nolan stepped forward and wrapped me in his thick long muscular arms around my waist and pulled me back into his massive chest and effortlessly tucked me under his chin. I was sure he was staring Rich down, because even as big as the man was, he was fidgeting under Nolan’s arctic glare. I almost laughed out loud, but refrained, instead I just managed to bite my lip and hold it back. I rested my hands over Nolan’s hands around my waist.

“Dude, does that answer your question. This stunning little princess here belongs to the man himself and me, having best friend privileges, I can at least tease the little cutie without signing my death warrant.” Dean explained with a self important smirk.

“Um…do they always talk about people like they are not standing right here?” I turned to look at Nolan while I whispered the question. I watched his features as it transformed as he let out a guffaw and then  he surprised me by leaning down and giving me a soft peck on the lips right in front of his friends. I gasped and I could feel my face flushing a brilliant red. I quickly turned his arms and buried my overheated face into his strong chest. I couldn’t help the little smile though that curved the corner of my lips. It felt nice to be claimed by Nolan. It was like right here in front of everyone he had staked his claim on me for his friends to see and know who I belonged to.

They smiled and continued on with whatever conversation they were having before I came into the room. Once my face felt a little cooler I turned my head and rested my cheek against one of Nolan’s sculpted pecs with his arms still wrapped securely around me. The first thing I saw was Dean’s twinkling blue eyes as he winked mischievously at me. I just rolled my eyes and waited for Nolan to finish his conversation. He still held me close when he stepped away from his friends a few minutes later.

“Can we grab something to eat before we head off to the Therapist?” I asked and he stopped in his tracks.

“Crap, I am sorry, baby, I almost forgot about food; come I let’s grab something on the way and tonight I will cook you dinner.” He said and I was confused because my plans for tonight was for me to check into a hotel after I grabbed my stuff from that house. I couldn’t even find it within myself to say Aunt Molly’s house.

“Okay but after dinner we have to find me a hotel so I can look for an apartment.” I said as he led me back to his office. I continued walking across the room, heading for my bag when the door slammed behind me and I jumped a little frightened by the sound. I turned around and a squeak escaped my throat as I watched Nolan slowly advancing on me. His eyes hard and I immediately felt myself begin to hyperventilate and my feet shuffled as I tried backing up away from him until he forcefully barked out one command, “Stop!”

Everything in me obeyed that command. I even stopped breathing. My eyes were the only things that moved as I watched him come to a stop directly in front of me. I craned my neck to look up into those intense gun metal gray eyes. “Breathe and listen to me, little one. You are not to worry about a place to live or a job or anything of that nature. Did you realize what happened out there in the common area. I more or less told everyone that you are mine, I have claimed you and in doing so everything that comes with you, your problems are mine, your triumphs are mine, and I am responsible for you. So long story short, my home is now your home, my money is now your money, and as smart as you are I am sure I can use your help with my business. So, let’s save some time, don’t get your feathers all ruffled or start with those mutinous glances and refuse what I am offering, you are not taking advantage of me and like I told you. I have claimed you and I will patiently wait for the day when you claim me as yours as well. Until then I take care of what’s mine and I don’t want to argue, now come. We have to eat before your appointment.” He so eloquently explained and his tone brooked no argument, so I snapped my mouth shut, and grabbed my bag. I hope he didn’t think this conversation was over with though.

My knees and my heart had melted with his bold statement, but my mind was still working. I couldn’t accept all of that from him and in return he got what? All of my unstable  behaviour, my anxiety, and my problems. No, anyone with some sort of pride wouldn’t just lay down and accept everything he was offering without a word to say otherwise.

Nolan led me out to his car and handed me into the passenger seat, he made to get up but I stopped him with a hand on his arm. “I don’t want to come off as being ungrateful and I get it, it’s the Dominant in  you, but I don’t want to be a burden, I don’t even know where we are or what we are?” I mumbled miserably. I was sure my face was redder than a tomato.

Nolan leaned forward and I had no choice but to look up into those dark eyes as he pinned me to the seat and again I could feel my face go thermonuclear at his proximity. I could smell his expensive cologne mixed with his own unique scent and it was a good thing that I was seated because I just went completely weak for this man. “You are mine and I am yours. If you will have me little one, I want to be the one you turn to, I want to be your man, to spell it out you will be my boyfriend and I will be yours, as for being my submissive, that is something for you to really think about and if you want to, then I will train you, but until then as my man I will help you and take care of your needs. If it was just the Dominant in me I would simply just do it whether you wanted me to or not.” He explained and again he leaned forward and pecked me on my lips, my boyfriend. Nolan was my boyfriend. I tested the words out in my head and when he sat down the the drivers seat I turned and beamed at him, he gave me that smirk of his that always set my heart racing just a little faster. “You are my boyfriend.” I said out loud almost bouncing in my seat with excitement and joy.

 Nolan just laughed and kissed my smiling lips again. “Yes I am your boyfriend, little one.” He said as he winked at me before starting the car.

The smile that was on my face almost split it in two, during the twenty minute drive across town to the Therapists office, Nolan would glance at my giddy countenance and just shake his head and smile indulgently at me.

We pulled into the parking lot of a very nice medical building. It was no problem for us to find decent parking spot and Nolan, my boyfriend, held my hand as we walked into the air conditioned lobby of the building. I was flying so high while floating on my cloud nine that I didn’t care if anyone around us looked at our entwined hands in disgust. I couldn’t care less. I was with my boyfriend. My handsome, take charge, sexy beast of a boyfriend and sure nuff my face went off like a beacon again as I flushed bright red.

“Baby, right now I would pay any amount of money to know what exactly is running through your mind right now.” Nolan exclaimed and I just beamed brighter at him.

When we stepped onto the elevator we were the only occupants so I fit myself in my boyfriend’s arms and snuggled against his chest on the quiet ride up to the sixth floor. I felt his lips brush the top of my head and I sighed in contentment.  

When the door dinged Nolan still held onto my hand and we found the correct suite number. My nervousness was beginning to set in the closer we got to the door. Nolan rubbed his big hand up and down my back offering me comfort and warmth. I drew on his strength and when he opened the suite door and ushered me inside I was still nervous,  but I was slowly coming to terms that I would be alright because my boyfriend was here and he wouldn’t let anything happen to me, or even upset me. I immediately felt calmer and I even managed to give my boyfriend a reassuring smile.

I almost laughed out loud, it was going to take some time for me to get over those two words, my boyfriend. I couldn’t help but beam at him again and Nolan just reached out for me and pulled me in and cuddled into his chest.

The receptionist greeted us, not even batting an eyelash at our initimate embrace and she handed me a clipboard but I let Nolan take it, I was too comfortable where I was snuggled under his chin. He filled out the address and contact portion, since as it seemed I was now living with him, my boyfriend, huh…my live in boyfriend. I released a short snort, albeit a happy snort, it was a snort all the same and embarrassed I clamped my hand over my mouth and looked over at Nolan through the corner of my eye. He was biting his lip and staring at the side of my face.

After another minute passed and he started asking me about my medical history and he ticked off the yes or no portions on the questionnaire. I relaxed and answered everything, when he was done he handed me the board and I read his bold but neat handwriting. I checked over the health questions and answers and then I finally signed it and carried it back to the receptionist.

She smiled at me and told me that I would be called back shortly. I went back to yes again, my boyfriend, to sit and wait to see if this woman can help me be more confident and comfortable in my own skin. I looked at my boyfriend who  was currently flipping through a magazine. I couldn’t help the feeling that he was going to be better for me than anyone or anything in this world. I leaned over and kissed him on his cheek to his surprise. His eyes went wide at first and then they softened as he looked at me. He brushed my bangs out my face and looked at me like I was the precious of things, his gaze full of adoration and I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Nolan’s POV…

My eyes kept flickering between the road and Scottie’s innocent little face as he slept peacefully on the drive to my house. Today has been an emotionally charged day for him, and I was glad he was at least resting for the moment. First, that Bitch of Aunt, tried to break him and then his session at his therapist was an extreme situation for him, someone who had trouble interacting with strangers was now attempting to open up and bear his soul to one.

 I was glad I was there because once he got into the office he balked and came running back out and climbed right into my lap and hid under my chin, his entire body shaking with anxiety, my poor baby. It took me some time to calm him down, his heart was pounding away in his chest and his little chest heaved with the force of his fractured breathing. After a while, I managed to soothe him back down and I made sure that it was his wish to go back inside once he was calm. I was impressed with the fact that Dr. Burns had come outside and sat with us and took the time to reassure Scottie that he could talk to her and she would wait until he was ready.

 I think it helped tremendously that she didn’t even bat an eyelash at us, not that I would have given a shit if she did, I would have had him out there faster than she could ask, “How you you feel.”

Scottie had stayed glued to my side and I called on my ability as a Dominant to keep my face expressionless as my sweet boy opened up and told her about his childhood, and the treatment he received from his Aunt. He told her about the numerous attempts to explain to her how he was truly feeling and about the bullying he received in school. Listening to how that woman blew him off for years made my blood boil in my veins and my fist clench at my sides, that woman was the Devil. My heart went out to him, and I realized just how strong he really was, and now, I really understood why he had such anxiety and difficulty interacting with people.

The only time he perked up during the session and he stutter was less pronounced was when he explained to her that I was his boyfriend, and that I was also a Dominant. Her eyebrows did meet her hairline as his nonchalant acceptance of that fact, and just like that she turned to me and asked if I plan to introduce Scottie to my lifestyle. It was my turn to be pleasantly surprised and yet again impressed because she was indeed a kink friendly therapist. I was afraid she wasn’t she would have made Scottie feel inadequate about our relationship, and I definitely wouldn’t have tolerated that in any shape or form.

In fact she smiled indulgently at him as he continued to beam happily about the fact that he was my boyfriend and I was his. When I asked her right in front of him if she thought that submission and power exchange would help with his confidence and anxiety, she agreed wholeheartedly that it would. She cautioned that I needed to ease him into it just to see if it was something he was interested in and not something he was trying to do just to please me. I was already aware of this so I just nodded my head to agreement with her.

 The rest of the session went smoothly and I shook her hand and promised to accompany Scottie on his future sessions, especially if we begin his training. I thanked her and Scottie shyly waved goodbye and we made our way back to the car. We stopped at a little Mexican restaurant and we had dinner and then I called the club to check in and now we were on our way to my house. We also stopped by his Aunt’s both breathing a sigh of relief that she wasn’t there and we quickly gathered his belongings.

 It was about a thirty minute drive to my house from the club, I tried to stay on the outskirts of the city for privacy as well as comfort. He fell asleep while I was talking to Dean on the phone and I had pull over and adjust his seat so that he was lying back into a more comfortable position. The drive didn’t take too much longer, and when I pulled into my garage and cut the engine, he still didn’t wake up and I sat there looking at his beautiful face. How could someone be cruel to a gentle soul like him?

Easing quietly out of the car, I opened the adjoining door leading to the inside of the house and propped the door open so I could carry him inside.

I gently picked him up and held him to my chest to carry him indoors, and he felt so soft and warm against my body. He was so tiny and so fragile, and a feeling of fierce possessiveness washed over me and I knew in that moment that Scottie was destined someone that I could find myself caring a great deal for, it’s only been a matter of days knowing this shy little angel in my arms and he has me wrapped around his dainty little fingers already.

Using one hand and a propped up leg, I managed to use the other hand to pull back the comforter on my bed, I laid him down and he turned over and buried his nose in my pillow and sighed. Standing there I studied him for a minute, and I couldn’t help but to think of how right he looked sleeping in the middle of my bed. Bending over I removed his shoes and dropped them next to the bed. I pulled the blanket over him and dimmed the lights in the room. I had to bring his things inside, we had managed to go to his Aunt’s house and he grabbed the things he held near and dear to his heart and his clothes. Just thinking about that woman sent a powerful surge of unadulterated hatred through my system.

Shaking it off the negative emotions, I carried his stuff inside and I placed them in the corner of my bedroom. He could go through them later when he woke up and we would find a place for them, but from the looks of things he was going to be out for the night. I wondered if he was going to be uncomfortable in his clothes, so I stalked back over to the bed and removed his jeans, and his bulky sweater, leaving him in his undershirt and fitted boxers. “Gawd, he was a heavy sleeper.” I thought as my eyes roamed over his slender body, I had to palm my pulsing cock at the tempting sight he presented curled up so sweetly in my bed. I tucked him in and willed myself to walk away from the bed.

Peeling off my own sweater, I padded over to the bathroom and turned on the lights and closed the door. After removing the rest of my clothes and placing them in the hamper along with Scottie’s, I turned on the taps full blast and adjusted the water temperature and hopped under the almost too hot jets of water. I let the water and soap wash away my day and recharge my body. I didn’t linger because I didn’t want the chance of Scottie waking up in an unfamiliar setting. Rinsing off quickly I stepped out and dried myself off and shrugged commando into a pair of old sweats, I usually went to bed in the buff, but I didn’t want to him to feel uncomfortable.

It was a new experience to get into my own bed and have someone already sleeping under my sheets. I never went to sleep or woke up with a partner next me, which was a level of intimacy I never, cared for until now with my angel. Once I settled under the covers, I turned to my side and studied his face; using one finger to brush his honey blond hair out of his face and smiled at the memory of how happy he was to be my boyfriend. He positively glowed and I was more than happy that it took his mind off of his Aunt and the hateful, hurtful words she hurled at him like physical blows. If she were a man, I would have knocked her on her ass, but the best I could do was to keep her away from Scottie.

 I just laid there and watched him as he slept, those incredibly long ashes brushed his cheeks and his pretty pink lips parted as his breath whispered in and out of his mouth. I committed his every feature to memory until my own eyes started to droop and I could no longer fight to keep them open.

The next time I opened my eyes, I had to bring my hand up to cover my face and block out the early morning sunlight from blinding me. It seems I forgot to close the drapes last night before climbing into bed. I went to roll back over to see if I could catch a little more sleep but when I moved I felt a little body curled up under my side as if burrowing into my warmth. I looked down and almost laughed out loud, Scottie burrowed so far into my side that I was practically laying on top of him. His little cold feet pushed under my knees and his hands buried firmly between his chest and my side, his little hands under my armpit. It should have been an awkward position but it wasn’t.

So, I scooted over and brought this little form on top of my body and I pulled the comforter tighter around his him and cradled him into my chest. He stirred and I guess moving him around woke him up because all of a sudden his head shot up and his startled wide blue eyes met mine, and they got even wider when he felt my morning wood that was rubbing nicely against his hip. He released a high pitched, “Eeepp,” and dived under the covers. Then I guessed he figured out where he was perched on top of my naked chest in nothing but his underclothes and he scrambled off to the side, and buried himself under swaths of bed linens.

I left him alone for a few minutes to let him wake up and fully recall where he was and why. It didn’t take long before little fingers appeared from underneath the blanket and it was pulled back a little to reveal two big blue eyes. He didn’t unwrap himself any further and I had to bite my lips at the sight. He looked like a heavily wrapped Eskimo.

I leaned over effectively bringing my face closer to his and I watched what little I could see of his face turning bright red, and I smiled and pecked him on the tip of his nose. “Good morning, baby.” I greeted him and tugged a little at the blankets, trying to get his head free at least.

“Di…did y…you un…undress mm…me?” He stuttered out and blinked at me with those gorgeous crystal blue eyes.

“I had to baby, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable and you were sleeping so deeply I didn’t want to shake you out of your much needed rest to do it for yourself.” I purred and pecked his adorable little nose again. “No need to be so shy, love. It’s just you and me here okay, but if you don’t want me to see you undressed or nearly undressed until you are more comfortable with me, then I respect that, so I’m going to wash my face and then make us some breakfast, okay.” I told him and he bobbed his head up and down at me.

I smirked as I slid out of bed and I made sure to stretch and flex my muscles, I knew it wasn’t fair to him but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to make him blush, it set my blood pulsing just a little faster through my body every time he does it.

He didn’t disappoint at all, as I peeked at him to see if he was watching and sure enough his head had popped out from under the blanket and those stunning eyes burned a trail over my naked torso before his eyes traveled back to my face and caught me looking right back at him. He released a little surprised yelp and the covers were abruptly pulled back over his head, and he disappeared into the bedding.

“Baby, you are such a delight to me, take your time and the kitchen is down the hall to the right, just pass through the den.” I told him before shrugging on a shirt and making my way out of the room.

It wasn’t too long before Scottie joined me in the kitchen. I was setting fresh cut fruit next to the pancakes I made on the breakfast bar when he quietly walked in and dithered in the entrance way for a second. Smiling I motioned him to come in and take a seat. His eyes lit up at the sight of the steaming blueberry pancakes in front of him. He was fresh from the shower, his hair still a little damp and he was bundled up in another bulky sweater, but this one skated off the side of his slender shoulder and I couldn’t help myself as I stood behind him and bent over to run my nose up the side if his neck, inhaling his delicious scent into my lungs.

He whimpered and sound shot a lick of heat straight to my cock, and it stood at attention. I felt the heat of his flushing skin as my nuzzled soft little earlobe with the tip of my nose. “Baby, you smell so good, you are making my mouth water.” I purred and felt his body give a little shudder in response to my words. I felt maybe I was overwhelming him a little so I backed off to let him eat. Moving to his left, I sat down next to him and served him his breakfast.

He was looking at me from under his lashes, his face still holding traces of his blush, and I winked at him and gave him a reassuring smile. My heart fluttered when he graced me with a beautiful beaming smile before he eagerly dug into his food. Yes, I was going to be more than happy with this beautiful creature as mine.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Scottie’s POV…

“Arrgghh….” Was the only thing running through my head as Tory tried to get me to come out of the bathroom in Nolan’s office, there was no way I was going out there dressed like this, he had to be daft if he thought that I would.  I truly understand that since meeting Mike and flirting with the man, he had submersed himself feet first into the lifestyle, he has even performed a few scenes already with the big man, but that was him and this is me, and I wasn’t ready for this yet.

I looked at my reflection once again in the mirror, and yet again, my face heated up. No, I couldn’t wear this; Tory had me wiggle myself into the shortest pair of black leather shorts I have ever seen on a man, they were leather and somewhat loose but they were still so short, if I bend over I am sure my butt cheeks would be on full display. I think my cotton briefs were longer than this thing. He also had the audacity to pair them with a skin tight black tank top and black flip flops.  

“Come on, Scottie, what is taking you so long?” Tory called out and banged on the door some more.

“I…I a…am n…not wea…wearing t…th…this.” I stuttered out completely embarrassed. I was already looking around and reaching for the clothes that I had worn to the club in the first place. Nolan had to be here at least two hours before the doors open, so I came in with him wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a button up, paired with the lovely leather jacket he surprised me with earlier this week.

I was shaking out my dress shirt when I heard the handle of the door rattling and I turned, wide eyed and looked up as the door opened and my startled gaze landed right onto the Nolan’s concerned slate one. My whole body flushed brilliant red as those dark eyes skimmed me from head to toe and I jumped when he flicked his wrist and slammed the bathroom door right in Tory gleeful face. I gulped when I heard the lock click back into place. The more he studied me was the more self conscious I became, his eyes dilated more black than gray, and began to slowly stalk towards me as I made an attempt to cover my near nakedness, but my arms froze in place when he barked out the sharp command, “Stop.”  He gently took the shirt from my trembling hands, and the next thing I knew his warm hands were on my exposed butt cheeks and my feet left the floor. He seated me on the counter and fit himself in between my now wide open bare thighs. The friction of his leather pants against grazing the sensitive flesh if my inner thighs sent a delicious tingle of awareness up my spine.

I almost melted when he ran the tip of his nose up the side of my neck to my ear, where he leaned back and nipped the soft flesh and a shameful whimper released from my throat and my blood rushed a little faster through my veins. My sexy boyfriend released a rumbling groan and I was instantly hard and weeping, and these little shorts hid nothing of my now throbbing erection from his wondering eyes.

“Baby, I can’t let you go out there like this, please for your sake and mine, at least put your jeans back on, these shorts are for my eyes only.” He said, his voice was low and husky and he ran the tips of his fingers right under the barely there hemline of the shorts, causing goose bumps to rise on my exposed skin.

I couldn’t mutter a word if I wanted to, I think I even forgot to blush at this point, and all I knew was that my boyfriend was situated between my legs and I could feel his impressive member brush against the over sensitized skin of my inner thigh. I was practically panting as his scent, his natural musk, and his expensive cologne mixed together wrap around me and further enticed all of my senses to focus solely on him.

I found myself watching those beautiful pink lips and I leaned forward, I just wanted to see if he tasted as good as he smelt. Just a little nip, that’s all I wanted. I almost jumped shocking myself that I actually leaned forward and captured his lips, which I wasn’t just thinking about kissing him, I was actually doing it.

A shiver of delight tingled all over my body as his intoxicating taste exploded across my tongue. I whimpered and melted into his powerful chest and my body took a mind of its own as I scooted closer to the edge of the counter, I wrapped my slender legs around his waist and my arms around those massive shoulders. He released almost a helpless moan as our cocks made searing contact with each other and I rubbed myself against him like I was marking my territory. I found myself dry humping him like an excited puppy and it felt so damn good that I couldn’t bring myself to stop. If I had time to dwell and think about my actions I would have been mortified, but this man brought these reactions out of me, he has tapped into the sensual side that I didn’t even realize was there until he stepped into my world, and for the first time in my life, I desired someone, and I craved his touch.

He didn’t do anything to stop the progression of things either, because his huge arms wrapped around me even tighter, like two constricting python snakes. It wasn’t until a series of loud taps on the door penetrated our sexual haze, they were followed up by Dean’s voice telling Nolan to stop molesting me long enough to open the front doors and greet his guests. It was also about the same time that I finally remembered how to blush and I did so spectacularly, it felt like my face was melting and I hid my burning face under his chin.

After screaming at Dean that he would be right there and for him to go away he shifted his shoulder and brought me out of my hiding spot. I was still flushed and my wonderful boyfriend just kissed me on the tip of my nose. “Babe, wear your jeans but leave the shirt and wear one of my club logo button ups from my closet in the office, but leave it unbuttoned, you look gorgeous like this, but I am possessive enough not to want anyone else seeing my man on display, but don’t lose the shorts, you gotta wear them for me at home.” He said and I just nodded my head. He pecked me one last time before he told me where he was going to be if I needed him. He wanted me to stick to Tory and Mike and enjoy myself until he could join me. He had already explained that it was going to be a significant crowd tonight, and he didn’t want me to be uncomfortable around all those people he would be welcoming into his establishment, so arranged for them to entertain me until he was free. He was so thoughtful and I really didn’t want to be separated from him, but I was going to be a big boy and remind myself that I am completely safe here.

I have Dean, Mike, Tory, my amazing boyfriend, and all of his security personnel looking out for me. I heard him warning them severely to keep an eye on me when he thought I was occupied with Tory.

So, I was going to dress how he wanted and make him proud of me. He left me to get dressed and he left the door ajar behind him for Tory to help me. He sauntered into the room with a huge smug smile on his face.

“I told that outfit would make your man’s eyes pop.” He chirped and I just rolled my eyes and stepped into my ripped skinny jeans and zipped it up.

“He also said that he didn’t want me in those shorts unless I was home and they were for his eyes only.” I triumphantly stated and walked past him towards Nolan’s closet, once there I opened the door and stepped inside to locate the shirt he described to me. It was a large black button up shirt; the back had the name of club elegantly embroidered into the dark fabric. I shrugged it on and I had to roll the sleeves a few times it was so big, but I immediately felt less exposed and I stuck my nose in the collar and closed my eyes in bliss as I inhaled Nolan’s unique scent deep into my lungs.

And apparently I ran out of stalling time when I stepped back into the office. Tory promptly grabbed my arm and looked me deep in the eyes and told me to relax and that he was going to be right by my side. He walked us over to the door and each step I took my pulse spiked upwards just a little faster. I closed my eyes and chanted to myself that I could do this, that I am more than my fear.

He opened the door and with my hand firmly in his, he led me down the hall and into the main area of the club. As we turned the corner, I breathed easier because Mike was immediately right there at our side. I smiled and relaxed a little bit. As we walked around and somewhere along the line Mike handed me and unopened bottle of water and I thanked him for it, alcohol was not my thing. I saw Dean several times as he mingled around in the impressive crowd doing the whole meet and greet thing. Whenever my eyes made contact with my gorgeous boyfriend, he would wink at me, and whenever he was speaking to someone his eyes remained trained directly on me and the intensity in those hypnotic gray eyes would just set all the blood in my body on a slow boil, nothing unmanageable, but just enough heat to definitely keep me on edge.

Once all the club goers were comfortable with drinks flowing, Doms were flirting, and subs were wiggling their asses all over the club, it was then that my amazing boyfriend finally made it over to my side. Dean was with him and two other gentlemen, along with their partners wrapped around them like second skin. Nolan introduced them to me as long time friends of his, Sebastian and his boyfriend, Thomas; and James and his submissive, Peter. A thrill of happiness shivered all over my body when he introduced me as his boyfriend, I don’t think that hearing it would ever get old for me. I watched as his friend Sebastian looked me up and down before he smirked and congratulated Nolan on finding such an exquisite beauty nodding his head towards me and I flushed again almost instantly. His other friend James burst out laughing and heartily slapped Nolan on his back, a hit that would have fell a much smaller man.

“Man, that innocence right there on his pretty cheeks is going make you the envy of every man here, my friend.” James said to Nolan and I once again found myself trying my best not to roll my eyes at how they had the annoying habit of talking about me like I am not standing right here. And then of course, along came Dean who promptly picked me and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes hollering for everyone to come on and follow him, the show was about to start and I started to panic, not knowing what he meant by that. He breezed through the V.I.P./Members only bright red doors and down the steps to the main stage area, and I relaxed, he meant whatever show that was scheduled for tonight. I had thought there for a second he had something up his sleeve for me, one could never know what to expect when it comes to Dean. I just kept as still as possible because Dean was like a force of nature, he blew through and did whatever he wanted despite however you may feel about it, and honestly I found him to be completely harmless despite what I have heard some of the subby boys had to say about him as a Dom. They all worshiped the ground he walked on, especially Martin, who was currently making a beeline over to our party serving tray in hand ready to take our orders.

Dean swung me around and set me down smack dab right on Nolan’s lap. “Here is your princess, my friend, and not a hair out of place.” He said as he smoothed my bangs out of my eyes. Everyone chuckled at his antics and I stuck my tongue out at him before snuggling into my boyfriend’s chest. His huge arms wrapped around my waist and I was content to sit and people watch. I didn’t miss how Dean took a great interest in Martin as he bent his slender body over to listen to the drink orders he was receiving from the guys in our group, his firm ass on full display in those barely there black spandex shorts that all the waiters down here were wearing, some with bared chests and some with harnesses.

 I looked over at Tory, who  like me, was firmly seated in Mike’s lap and Thomas and Peter were kneeling at their Dominants feet being petted as their bodies rested against their Master’s legs. I studied them for a minute to see if I would see any signs of discomfort at being there on the ground at someone’s feet like a pet, but the both of them looked so calm and so happy they were almost floating on a cloud of bliss, and suddenly I found myself wanting that, needing that, my muscles stiffening with tension, craving that, and then I felt Nolan’s big warm hand skim down the middle of my back from the back of my head to the top of the waistband of my jeans and up again and my entire body arched into his touch and a sigh of acceptance and relief escaped my parted lips.

Martin brought a laden tray filled with everything from shot glasses to bottles of water and handed them out to everyone, several buckets of champagne quickly followed and when he sat the last ice filled bucket between the two Doms; Dean crooked a finger at him and he bent to listen closely to whatever the blond giant had to say to him, and his entire body shuddered before he vigorously nodded his head and scurried off. Dean settled himself back into the plush sofa cushions with a self satisfied smile on his face and I just shook my head.

I turned my attention back to Nolan when I felt him tap me on the shoulder. He held up his glass to my lips and I didn’t smell any alcohol in the fruity mixed drink so I took a sip and yum, it was really tasty so I took another sip and some of the juice dribbled over onto my chin. I raised my hand to wipe it away but Nolan grabbed my chin and his gun metal gray eyes caught and captured my blue ones. I watched wide eyed as the tip of his tongue snaked past his perfect plump lips, and he leaned forward and I felt the wet warm swipe of that tongue as he licked the trail of sweet juice off of my chin. That warm wet muscle snaked its way upwards until he was tracing my bottom lip with it, teasing me to open for him and I had no choice but to let him because it was what my body wanted. Damn, the fact my brain was screaming at me that we were surrounded by our friends, Nolan’s guests, and his employees. But nothing else mattered for my heated body, it wanted to get as close as physically possible to Nolan’s solid mouth watering frame. I could feel my cock wake up and take notice behind my zipper.

 My gaze only broke away from his by the sudden change of the lighting in the room. The theater style lights had dimmed down and the stage lights came on. I jumped, but quickly relaxed again when I felt Nolan’s hand patting my thigh. He urged me to change positions so that I was still sitting on his lap, my legs on either side of his muscular thighs and my back to his broad chest. My butt was now planted directly over his semi hard cock. I had to fight the urge to wiggle and rub my butt cheeks all over that impressive piece of equipment.

I rolled my eyes and refused to blush as the thought popped into my head that I was turning into a wanton slut, but on the same note, I consoled myself that I was Nolan’s slut, my boyfriend’s and my boyfriend’s alone and I couldn’t help but to shift a little, effectively rubbing my ass over his dick and smiled when I heard him release a hiss from behind me, and his big hands instantly went to my hips to stop my movements.

“Be careful how you play with a sleeping tiger love, you might get mauled when it wakes.” His deep voice rumbled in my ear, his soft lips whispering over the outer shell, and I shivered at feeling of his minty warm breath brushing across my cheek. My mini-me was more than happy at the thought of him mauling me, but I remained still all the same. It was dangerous to tease a Dominant, because they knew all kinds of ways to reciprocate that would make me go quietly insane.

I was distracted from my lascivious thoughts when a very naked man was led out onto the stage by another more muscular man. The Dominant was dressed in low rise leather pants and nothing else. His tanned well defined body glowed with rippling power under the spotlights. He urged his boy up onto the sturdy table that was placed in the middle of the stage. Once the young man was lying on his back, he quickly and efficiently strapped to the table with both his arms over his head and legs splayed wide. With the effects of the lighting the sub’s creamy skin and the lean lines of his body were showcased to perfection. The man went about setting up some items on another small table at his side, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Martin return, but this time he knelt on the floor in between Dean’s massive thighs, he leaned into the big man’s legs and was rewarded by Dean running his fingers through his dark brown tresses.

“Watch baby, Clint is going to do what is called edging his sub, and I want you to pay attention to the submissive’s reactions. It may look like torture at first, but it’s not, it’s a testament of how well the Dom knows his boy’s body, how well he can read him and anticipates his needs.” He quietly explained to me and I turned my full attention back to the stage and the two people on it.  

I sat there completely mesmerized, for over an hour the big Dom played with his sub, I watched as the submissive body arched into the air, and then it slammed back onto the table. I watched as the young man trembled and pleaded and begged as his man played relentlessly with his cock, his nipples, and his entrance; he was stroked and petted and licked. Both his cock and his hole was pumped fast and furious by thick digits or a fist, he was worked up into an incoherent mess, and then he was petted and soothed, but never once did he come, his body quivered with the need for release.

My hips helplessly rocked right along with the restrained man on the stage, Nolan grunted behind me as my butt cheeks clenched and unclenched along the length of his thick cock. I couldn’t help myself as I rubbed and rocked against him, and Nolan, having long since given up on trying to curb my movements thrust his hips against my ass with equal fervor. All around me there was gasping and breathless whispers going on, but I couldn’t pull eyes off the scene going on in front of me. I could have  sworn I even heard a few mumbled curses as someone found their release, and the sound, smell, and the heat of sex surrounded me, intoxicated me, and I was helpless to do anything other than whimper and writhe in need on my man’s lap. The enticement of his rock hard cock rubbing against my ass was driving my lust and desire to a fevered pitch.

And, Oh my God, when Nolan started to whisper to me, asking me if I could feel him against me, telling me I was absolutely gorgeous, and for me to feel the effect I had on him and his body with each forceful jut of his rigid shaft against my ass. He begged for me to let him touch me, that he had to feel my skin under his fingertips, and I just mewled my consent. I nearly melted into a heated pool of lava right there in his lap. I was a panting sweaty mess, my body quivering uncontrollably, and I had to bite back the groan that almost released from deep in my chest when his big hands snaked under my shirt and ran the expanse of my chest and stomach. With each swipe his fingers went lower and lower into the waistband of my jeans.

I threw my head back onto his shoulder and shuddered when his fingers popped the button of my pants and released the zipper, and I did release that helpless groan as his warm hand slipped into my briefs and he palmed my pulsing dick, it throbbed and leaked into his hand like it was welcoming him.

“Yes, baby, I feel you.” Nolan whispered to me as he wrapped me in his fist and began to stroke me. He used my own pre-cum as lube as his fist slid up and down my shaft. It didn’t take long and I knew it wouldn’t, my head began to thrash from side to side on his muscular shoulder and I began chanting his name as I pumped myself into his hand like I was fucking it. My vision blacked out and my balls drew up into my shuddering body and I inhaled long and hard. I felt Nolan’s other hand clamp over my mouth like he knew that I was getting ready to release the scream that vibrated into the palm of his hand as I came.

I came so hard and so much it felt like it was never ending and when Nolan released a garbled “Fuck.” into the back of my neck before he grunted, I knew he followed me over the edge of that orgasmic cliff. My body was still jerking with the aftereffects of my release, when Nolan tucked me back into my pants. I was floating on a quiet sea of nothingness and I heard him speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. I felt weightless as he hoisted me up into his arms and carried me from the dimmed theater.

“Are you flying high, baby?” He whispered to me, but I couldn’t remember how to move, much or less how to speak, so I just mewled and snuggled closer into his chest.

He chuckled and whispered. “I got you, my sweet boy, just rest.” And he gently laid me on the sofa in his office and curled his big frame onto the over-sized sofa right up against me. Now I knew what all the hype was about when he came to sex, but I felt like this was more than just regular sex, this was something special, even if I never had sex before.  And if only a hand job from this man had me feeling like this, I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually have intercourse with my mind blowing boyfriend. I just let it go for now and sighed as I drifted off replete and sated, and in total awe of my man because he even managed to make me forget to blush through all of that.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Nolan’s POV…

The weekend opening of the club was a success, but I was exhausted. It was early Monday morning and I was in my home office going over the numbers from the club. The profits were at an all time high for an opening and the membership applications were pouring in buy the truck loads. Dean and his team were going to be busy vetting those. I rolled my head on my shoulders trying to alleviate the tired knots there. I was scanning another set of files and I had to smile at the ease in which everything was inputted on flowed into the different programs thanks to my sweet boy.

I had left Scottie curled up in my bed cuddled into my pillow. He was so gorgeous and so innocently sensual. I had to shift in my chair to accommodate my instant hard on. His attention and his heated response during the stage show had me drooling all anew as I tried to keep my focus on the papers in front of me, but it was proving to be a challenge. I was about to go check on him when I heard the doorbell chime throughout the house. I shot out of the chair and hurried to go answer the door in hopes that whoever it was didn’t wake up my sleeping baby.

I threw the front door open to see Dean standing there with his ever present mischievous smirk gracing his features. I rolled my eyes and waved him inside, he held up his hands showing me the two parcels of takeout food, and from the smell of it, it seemed to be Italian.

“It’s a little early for lunch isn’t it?” I asked him as I followed him to the kitchen.

“Dude, it’s almost noon and don’t lock that front door, Martin is coming with the drinks.” He said and I couldn’t help but smirk at that little bit of information. I wondered if Dean has managed to let the poor boy out of his sight all weekend.

I heard the front door open and close and then Martin and his cute little self made an appearance in the kitchen, all big brown eyes and pretty pink lips. He was so deliciously pretty that he couldn’t blame his friend for being smitten with the little beauty.

I was about to open my mouth to greet Martin but my baby came around the corner and stopped in the entrance of the kitchen rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight black boxers and one of my shirts that hung of his slender frame, revealing one of his creamy shoulders. He beautiful blues popped open and he blushed and released a little embarrassed little squeak and scurried back towards the master bedroom to no doubt get dressed.

“Damn….” Dean said as his eyes followed my little beauty, and I just nodded my head in agreement with him. Scottie was gorgeous in every way. Whether it is when he just woke up or whether he was dressed to impress.

“You are going to have to mark that boy, collar him or something. It’s just that with it being the opening night and all was the only reason the other Doms didn’t get a good look at princess there, but when they do, you are going to be constantly challenged unless you mark him as yours buddy.” Dean advised me as he pulled the covered containers from the bag.

I sighed heavily knowing full well that he was right, but I wasn’t worried about it. The others knew not to mess with what I considered mine, and Scottie was mine. I left Dean and Martin to set up lunch to go check on my baby.

I made my way down the hall to my bedroom, when I entered the room I heard the faucet going in the bathroom. The bed was made and back to its pristine state with all the pillows in place. I so wanted to get rid of our guests and just snuggle back into the middle of my big bed with my pretty boy in my arms. I was turning into a sap over him and I couldn’t care less. It’s been a long time since I have felt like this about someone. I have found that I have grown tired of the petulant subs misbehaving on purpose to get the attention they desired, or the pushy subs topping from the bottom.

Scottie was like a breath of fresh air, so adorable and so innocent. He is simply perfect and I vowed to make sure he was happy and cared for, especially after seeing what a Bitch his Aunt did to him. Scottie was loyal to the bone, and I know that he was extremely hurt by his Aunt’s indifference to his issues, but no more. If that Bitch so much as looked at Scottie wrong I was going to end her. I already had plans in place to do just that. The only thing that kept me from going through with it was Scottie himself.

I brushed those thoughts away as he emerged from the bathroom. He flushed a little when he saw me, but he made his way over when I opened my arms and he snuggled into a chest. He was a perfect fit against me and I had to admit that I loved having him there, flush up against my body.

“Are you alright, baby?” I asked him as he continued to bury himself under my chin. I found it cute but exciting as well, and my cock filled in happiness at his proximity. I knew he could feel it because I could feel the heat of his blush against my bare collar bones.

“I’m fine, I just didn’t expect company or to be caught by Dean of all people in my underwear.” He mumbled from his little sanctuary.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. He and Dean so far had this love hate relationship going on. Dean just loved to provoke his blushes and Scottie never failed to give Dean the reaction he is looking for. “Don’t worry baby, I am one hundred percent sure that he has seen much worse.” I said as I ran my hands over his slender back.

I was still amazed at how much I have come to care for this sweet young man in such a short time frame, but I regret nothing. “Come on, baby. Italian food is calling.” I said as I eased him away gently and led him back to the kitchen.

Martin and Dean laid out quite the spread of Italian dishes in the table and Scottie’s eyes lit up as he rushed towards Martin and helped him pour the drinks. Dean and I took a seat and both the boys naturally set about making our plates as they piled the food on and served us. Scottie was a natural nurturer as he fussed over me and I couldn’t help but revel in his attention. I had to stop is flurry so I dragged him down to sit on my lap despite his protests.

Dean had Martin practically snuggled into his side as he fed the both of them from his plate. The idea intrigued me so I wound some spaghetti onto my fork and held it up Scottie’s pretty pink lips. And of course, he blushed before he opened those sweet lips and let me feed him. And watching him slide his lips over the fork and then his little pink tongue snaked out to lick sauce off his lips sent a jolt of white hot desire straight to my cock. It stood to attention under the warm firm globes of his rounded ass.

Scottie stopped chewing mid chew and turned those sparkling cerulean peepers onto my face, and I just smirked and rotated my hips rubbing my erection further into is ass and he gasped and blushed yet again. God, he was such a delight to me. As much as I loved the company, I couldn’t wait to get my sweet boy alone to myself.

Releasing a pent up breath, I continued to feed him until he was full and both he and Martin set about cleaning up the kitchen. I led Dean into my home office to go over some things until the boys were done. We went over the applications of both Dominants and Submissives that have applied for memberships.

“Business is good and even the restaurant seems to be popular, but we need to offer more in regards to the menu.” Dean said as we went over the financials with me.

“I know, I was thinking of more than finger foods and appetizers. I am also toying with the idea of getting Scottie’s idea on a menu there since he practically ran his Aunt’s business.” I said as the thought grew more and more on me.

“How is that going by the way? I know you have bought that stretch of plaza that houses the diner. Are you planning to run her out of business?” Dean asked as I sat back in the chair and thought about it.

“Seriously, I am thinking about it. What that woman has managed to do to Scottie over the years sickens me, and the things she said to him pisses me off to the point I can’t even think straight, but she is his only remaining relative and I don’t think that running her out of business would endear me to my boy.” I sighed and scrubbed a hand over my face.

“Well buddy, I think you should make that Bitch have to grovel at Scottie’s feet. Let her feel helpless and indebted to him for all the shit she has pulled. But I get where you are in regards to princess. But at least you have the option there.” Dean said as he laid the papers back in the file folder.

We heard giggling outside the door a second before it opened, and my heart almost burst at the sight of Scottie opening up and laughing with Martin. I looked over to Dean and he practically lit up at the sight of his boy and I knew I wasn’t the only Top falling under the spell of my boy.

The boys just continued on with their conversation as they made their way across the room to the plasma TV hanging on the wall. Martin leaned down and pulled out the tray of movies and I just smiled indulgently at them as they looked over to me for approval. I just nodded and watched as they chose a movie and set about situating themselves on the floor to watch whatever they chose.

It wasn’t long before I realized that neither Dean or I was paying any kind of attention to what we were discussing, because our attentions were split with watching every reaction of our babies as they watched the comedy they had chosen. So I locked away my files in my desk and Dean and I made our way over to the couch and pulled our boys up next to us.

Scottie immediately cuddled into my side, he is such a loving little thing and it melted my heart every time he chose me over and over again as his go to. I wanted to top the hell out of him every time I laid eyes on him, but I knew I had to take it slow with him. I didn’t want to frighten him or turn him off at all. It took all of my training as Dominant most times not to follow through with my urges of just taking him.

It seemed like forever before the movie was done and with the way Martin was squirming on Dean’s lap, I knew my friend was up to no good the whole time we watched the movie. So I wasn’t surprised when Dean thanked us for hosting them and quickly made his way to the front door dragging a dazed Martin behind him.

Scottie got up and replaced the movie in the case before putting the rack back under the wall unit. He surprised me by climbing back onto my lap and straddling me. He brought his cute little face right up to mine and timidly kissed me on the lips and I had to clench my fists in order not to throw him to the ground and ravish him.

“Thanks for being there for me.” He whispered and my heart melted into a puddle right there for him.

“Baby, anytime.” I said and captured his sweet lips again in a chaste kiss, but it quickly heated up when he released a little whimper and opened up for me.

His little fingers wound their way into my hair as my tongue snaked into the sweet warm cavern of his mouth; my hands grabbed his firm ass and pulled even closer to my body. I could smell his arousal and feel his hard on against abdomen.

My baby continued to groan and his little tongue dueled right along with mine. I scooted down a little further so that his delicious ass was situated right over my aching member. He began to grind on me and I saw stars behind my eyelids.

I tried to ease away to bring the heat down a little, but my beautiful boy clung to me like second skin and I took it deeper as I pulled his shirt over his head. My fingers tingled as they coasted over his silky skin.

“No…Nolan.” He whispered as he managed to pull his kiss swollen lips from mine.

“What is it, baby?” I asked as I continued to kiss over his chin and throat. His hands were still fisted in my hair and he mewled as he threw his head back giving me ultimate access to the sensitive flesh if his throat. I wasted no time as I latched my lips onto his Adams apple and sucked like I was a vampire feeding on a sacrificed virgin.

I felt the heat of his blush creep up his neck as he tried to catch his breath. I continued to suckle at his neck, I wanted to mark him, I wanted to see his unblemished skin warm for me and bear evidence that I and only I have been there for days to come.

His little fingers dug into my shoulders as he writhed and moaned on top of me. Damn, he looked so sexy and my eyes drank their fill. He tensed all of a sudden and I felt warmth spread across my lower abdomen and he grunted before he went completely limp against me. I eased back and looked at him and his face was aflame, he had rubbed himself straight into an orgasm without anymore stimulation other than my lips and hands on his beautiful body and I couldn’t help but feel a little smug about it.

“Don’t be embarrassed baby, I take it as a great compliment, there is nothing wrong or embarrassing about what we do together, understand?” I said to him and he nodded at me.

My cock was protesting behind the zipper of my pants, but I would have time enough to deal with it. Right now I wanted to make sure that Scottie was alright. I scooted to the edge of the sofa and made to get up and carry him to the bathroom, but Scottie leaned back and stopped me. Curious as to what he wanted I watched as he took a deep breath and brought his gorgeous gaze up to mine. “I want to touch you.” He whispered and I almost came in my pants at the image his breathy request conjured up in my mind.

Studying him for a minute to make sure he absolutely sure, I was met with a determined glint in his eyes. I smiled at him and scooted back on to the couch opening my arms wide giving him full access to my body. He slid off my lap and settled himself on between my parted thighs and I had to close my eyes. The visual of him kneeling at my feet caused my cock to jump and pump out some more pre-come into my shorts.

I felt his nimble fingers as they tentatively slipped the button of my jeans and pulled on the zipper. God, I hoped I survived this without scaring him off. I loved that he was getting comfortable and familiar with me, trusting me enough to want to touch me intimately. I lifted my hips to help him ease my pants and boxers off my body and I had to open my eyes to see what he thought of me now that I was naked in front of him.

I had to admit that I was vain enough to know that I was in good shape, but the look of absolute awe and raw hunger on his face made me feel like a million bucks. I gasped as His hand went straight to my straining cock. “So big.” He whispered, as he wrapped his little hand around my rigid shaft. He gave a slow pull and my hand immediately flew over his much smaller one; his little fingers didn’t even meet around my girth.

“Like this baby, this is how I like it.” I purred and used our combined grasp to set a spine tingling rhythm up and down my weeping cock. When I was sure he had the pace, I gave him a saucy wink and let his hand go. My little one needed no more instruction as he jacked me, he slowly picked up the pace and I threw my head back into the cushions of the couch releasing a delighted groan as he pumped me for all I was worth.

When I started mumbling and my hips started bucking into his tiny fist, he brought his other hand up and wrapped around my shaft. My thighs trembled and I could feel my balls draw up tight into my body as my orgasm skated along my spine.

“Fuck.” I cried out when I felt the warm wet lap of his tongue against the head of my cock. My eyes flew open just to catch the angry purple head disappear between his pouty pink lips and I was done. I couldn’t help the strangled cry that bubbled up out of my throat as I tried to push him off my cock. But he locked his lips and sucked me into his warm wet mouth and I lost it. My dick exploded and I dumped line after line of cum into his mouth and he surprised me by swallowing most of it, some dribbled out onto his chin and he continued to gently stroke me through the last of my release.

I slumped back into the cushions and dragged him up to settle him on my lap. He looked so pleased with himself as he licked his lips and wiped the last of my cum off his chin. I captured his finger and licked it off and watched his pretty eyes dilate witnessing the action. I drew him forward and kissed his lips, and I could taste myself on his mouth and it was so fucking hot.

“Thank you baby, that was beyond words.” I whispered to him and watched him flush with pride. He threw his hands around my neck and I held him close for a minute until I could feel my legs again. Then I stood with him still in my arms and set off for the master suite. To say I was thrilled would be understating it, I just wanted to get into a warm bath and snuggle my boy close. He surprised me just now, but I was happy he was opening up; boy was I ever happy as I continued down the hall with a goofy grin on my face. We had all evening and all night to play and I hope my little one had more surprises for me.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Scottie’s POV…

Valentine’s Day in a Leather BDSM Club. Huh, who would have thought. I know now that I have seen it all. It was more like…wow, how can I describe it in words. Who would think that the big bad leather Doms would go for roses and balloons, chocolates, and their own brand of toys and whips decked out with red leather and lace. Actually, that was the theme for the night. Leather and Lace. And the twinks and subs were all in. They were dressed in see through fire engine red lacy boy shorts and nothing else, except for those who wore their Master’s collars.

I was in the kitchen with Tory and Callum, the new chef that Tory had worked with previously at some other restaurant before he went back to school and took the job at my Aunt’s place. The kitchen smelt heavenly with all the treats Callum had prepared for the evening. The night was about to start and there was going to be an honest to goodness Drag Queen overseeing the festivities. Her name was Mistress Dominique, how ironic was that?

Upon arriving to the club earlier this evening with Nolan, I didn’t get a chance to actually meet Mistress Dominique, but I saw him when he entered dressed as a man. He was a tall African American guy, and even dressed as a boy he was gorgeous. I couldn’t wait to see what he would look like as a woman. I went into the office and Nolan went to greet his hostess for the night and show him/her to their dressing room. I wasn’t in the office for maybe a minute when Tory came bouncing into the room and dragged me off to the kitchen to taste test the multiple dishes that were going to be served tonight.

Chewing and swallowing a fat shrimp covered in a spicy garlic dipping sauce, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Callum was a genius to create something that tasted so good. I had no problem working my way through the samples of each dish. Callum was beaming with every bite that I took and liked. Tory, was seated on a bar-stool next to the workstation gloating. I must say that my eyebrows had definitely found my hairline when I saw his outfit for the evening. My friend was definitely immersed one hundred percent in the lifestyle and I am glad that he was happy with Mike, and the way Mike doted on Tory was something to behold. I looked over at my friend and I noticed the slender chain around his neck and the little lock dangling from it and was about to open my mouth and ask him about it when there was a commotion at the entrance of the kitchen.

Nolan, Mike, Dean, and Mistress Dominique entered the cooking area obviously on a tour before the doors opened for the evening. My eyes flew to Mistress Dominique, and they went wide. She was in full drag regala. Her blonde curls were piled high on her head in some intricate up do and she was wearing a flowing silk robe covering what looked like some sequined outfit underneath. And in her skyscraper stilettos she was as tall as Nolan 6’5 height. She made a striking woman. I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help myself. I kept looking for any tell tale signs that she was indeed male but I couldn’t find any. She was absolutely stunning.

I was still standing there, we all were Tory, Callum, and I staring wide eyed and gob smacked at the tall queen. Nolan took pity on us and stepped forward with his hand on the Mistress’s elbow as he guided her towards us. I was still holding a canapé in my fingers as I watched their approach.

“Dominique, this is Tory, Mike’s boy and my boyfriend’s friend, Callum, my chef, and of course this beauty right here is Scottie, my boyfriend. Gentlemen, this is Mistress Dominique, a good friend of mine and our hostess for tonight.” Nolan deep baritone carried over the hustle and bustle of the wait staff and busy kitchen.

She greeted everyone with a show stopping smile before she turned her attention to me and I could feel my anxiety trying to push through, but I breathed through it.

“Oh My God, Nolan. He is absolutely gorgeous. She said as she stepped forward and brushed her manicured fingers across my cheek and I blushed to the roots of my hair. She giggled at that. “Completely charming, please you have to let me have him at my side tonight.” She stated as she ran her fingers through my hair and I unconsciously inched towards Nolan’s comforting bulk.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and I immediately snuggled into his side, drawing comfort and security from his embrace. I immediately calmed down when I felt his lips graze the top of my head. I wrapped my slender arms around his waist and tucked my face under his chin.

“That would be something to see Dominique, but princess here is really shy and I don’t think Nolan would be reasonable throughout the night, if he didn’t have Scottie glued to his side. Really possessive that one.” Dean chortled from where he stood piling food onto a little plate to sample.

“As he should be with such a beauty. Alas, I will get to know you soon, shy baby.” She cooed as she ran her fingers through my hair again before turning her attentions back to Callum and Tory. She sampled some of the food and I felt brave enough to untuck myself from under Nolan’s chin in order to watch Callum blush and stare unabashed at the woman sampling his culinary creations. He beamed and puffed up even more with her compliments. Soon enough after another kiss to my forehead Nolan escorted everyone out of the kitchen. I again complimented Callum and dragged Tory off to the office, on the way Martin rushed down the hallway calling my name. I turned and watched as he approached with several shopping bags.

We continued on our way until we all hustled into Nolan’s office and Tory closed the door behind all of us. He sashayed across the room and took a seat on the sofa and while Martin dug through the bags. I spied red leather and black lace and I inched towards the door. I knew nothing good was going to come of this.

“Oh no you don’t.” Tory cried as he jumped off the couch and made a beeline for me. My hand barely touched the door handle when I was snatched away, spun around, and hustled back into the middle of the room.

’I am n…not go…going to wear some barely .th…there…stuff. You can’t ma… make me.“ I stuttered and pouted and crossed my hands over my chest. No way was I going to get into any kind of fetish gear. I seemed to attract too much attention as it is in just my regular clothes.

“Aw, come on precious. We talked about this in length when we discussed it the other day.” Martin said as he made his way over to me with the suspicious items. Besides we want to shock Master Nolan. I hardly get to see him at a loss for words and this outfit my dear is going to do just that. We won’t leave your side for a minute. I am not working tonight and Mike is at the door until midnight so you will have us surrounding you all the times.“ Martin explained as he reached for my button down shirt but I smacked his hand away while still full on pouting.

“No.” I said still swiping his hands away until Tory came up behind me and grabbed my arms. I struggled against him, but he was strong for his size and I wiggled first one way and then the other.

“Come on Scottie, stop with the wiggling, and just try it on. You will be covered from head to toe and still be remarkably sexier than any of the other subs here. You know they are all trying to catch Nolan’s eye, and I can guarantee with you in this outfit he won’t even look twice at them. You’ve seen them; they have pulled out all the stops tonight with their appearance. Your man is the King of Kink, I am sure he will appreciate your efforts.” Tory cajoled and I stopped for a minute to think about his words. He had unerringly hit on my biggest fear. What if I wasn’t enough for Nolan and his kinks?

Heaving a long suffering sigh, I stopped struggling and shrugged out of Tory’s hold. “Okay fine, let me see what you are trying to put me in.” I said with a dramatic roll of my eyes, not stuttering my words now that I wasn’t so nervous anymore.

 Martin beamed and held up the red leather skinny cut pants and then the black lace button down shirt. He pointed at his feet and I spied the heavy looking black leather boots, and I had to roll my eyes again. I was going to look like some Gothic vampire twink in that get up. But I just snatched the clothes and went off to the bathroom to change. This was going to be interesting for sure. I groaned as my mind ran on Dean, he was going to have a field day with this, and if by some miracle I looked as hot as Tory and Martin did, and Nolan was pleased. I will be happy.

I drew in a deep breath and undressed out of my comfortable skinny jeans and shirt. I was standing there in my fit black shorts and I took a minute to study my slender frame in the mirror. I had no defined muscle, but I was fit and in shape. I needed a little sun on my pale skin. But to hear Nolan describe it, I was a flawless creamy skinned beauty. I blushed at the memory of him saying that to me. At least I knew in my heart that he found me perfect in every way and my chest swelled up with emotion. I drew on that feeling and it gave me courage to slip and wiggle myself into these tight ass leather pants. Once I snapped the button closed I stood transfixed as I took in my reflection.

The pants were super adherent and it showed off my package, not in an x-rated raunchy way, but in a delicate cupped sort of way and I smiled at how much longer my legs looked in them. The waist hung low on my hips and I spun around and a smile of pure joy burst across my face. My ass looked fabulous in them, if I must say so. They were one hundred percent better than those assless boy shorts Tory had tried to make me wear the last time. I picked up the lace shirt and put it on, it was form fitting and it hung to right about where the waistband of the pants where. If I lifted my arm, you got a peek at the pale skin covering my abdomen and hips. The contrast of the black lace on my skin and the blood red of the pants were awesome. I looked almost pretty. I left the cuffs undone and I brushed my hair out of my face and opened the door.

I could feel the beat of the music as the DJ cranked up, meaning that the doors have opened and Dean and Nolan would be welcoming their guests. I vaguely heard Mistress Dominique, as her voice welcomed one and all to tonight’s festivities. Tory caught sight of me first and he whistled catching Martin’s attention.

He whipped his head around and a wolfish grin covered his face. “Hot Damn, precious I am fucking jealous. You are one hot piece of ass.” He stated as he picked up the shoes and made his way over to me. He circled around me and I flushed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“If you keep blushing like that sweetness, Nolan is going to have a coronary before the night is out. Hurry up and put on the shoes so I can do your hair. I am dying to see his expression when he sees you.” Martin said as he practically bounced in place.

“He needs eyeliner.” Tory exclaimed as he ran from the room. I didn’t know how I felt about that so I said nothing as I sat and put on the ankle high boots.

Martin bent down and laced them and tied them in such a way that they were firm but yet loose giving me that bad boy look. He grabbed my hands and hauled me up and hustled me back into the bathroom. He dug around in another shopping back and brought out a brush a comb and some styling gel. He turned me to face him and put some of the product on his hand and gently brushed them through my bangs and the back of my hair. He barely used the comb opting for his fingers instead as he styled my hair.

Tory came back just as fast as he had left the room in the first place, triumphantly waving the black eyeliner pencil between his fingers. He studied what Martin was doing to my hair and he smiled even wider. “That tousled just out of bed look, so sexy, I like it.” He stated as Martin moved out of the way for him. He set about doing my eyes and he blotted and ran his finger across my eyelids and told me to open my eyes. “Absolutely stunning, those big blue eyes just pop out now. Nolan is going to eat his tongue when he catches sight of you.” He stated clapping his hands together with glee.

Spinning around, I studied my reflection in the mirror and my jaw dropped. I was amazed at how different I looked. I was awestruck that I even resembled the beautiful boys behind me staring at me with such pride

“Now come on, time to go and dazzle our men.” Tory exclaimed and they both pulled me out of the bathroom. I closed my eyes and gathered my courage and followed them down the hallway to the main area.

We stepped out into the music and flashing lights, blood red heart shaped balloons were floating around and scattered everywhere. Red glitter glistened almost all over the place and even the Bar back lights were lit red and pink alternating with gold. The twinks were holding court and preening all over the room and the Doms were taking in the show that they were presenting. Mistress Dominique was all legs and boobs in her barely there sparkling one piece Lingerie as she officiated over what looked like an auction going on stage.

And true to their word, Martin and Tory flanked my side as we slowly made our way through the throng towards the VIP sitting area. That was where our men would be, along with the other honored guests. My heart pounded away a mile a minute in my chest and I willed myself to remain calm and collected. I felt like I wanted to bolt back to the safety of the office, but I had promised myself and Dr. Burns that I was going to be brave and try new situations. This was definitely defined as a new situation for me.

I realized that I had caught the eye of many of the Doms and twinks alike around us. I received appreciative glances as well as some more sour stares from the twinks as I made my way to my man. Mike saw us first since he was guarding the velvet rope that separated the VIP section from the main floor, and I watched his jaw drop. Tory skipped over to him and giggled as he pushed his bottom jaw up with his finger effectively closing his mouth. Then he pecked the big man on his cheek as he sashayed through the now opened rope.

He winked at me as I passed and I couldn’t help the blush that stained my cheeks. Martin caught sight of Dean’s blond head towards the back of the seating area and made a beeline for it.

Dean caught sight of us first. “Oh my sweet Jesus. Nolan, you are done for man.” Dean blurted out and Nolan’s head whipped around.

We came to a stop and I stood there fighting the urge to fidget and run away. Nolan gaze found and locked onto mine, and the naked lust than burned from it had me frozen in place. Everyone around me disappeared as he got to his feet, and it was like slow motion as he made his way over to me. I felt Martin’s hand let go of mine and I held my breath as Nolan came to a stop. He was standing so close that the toes of our boots actually touched.

I leaned my head back and looked up into those blazing silver eyes. My mouth was dry and my heart was beating so hard, I swear you could see it in my chest. He raised his hand and reverently ran a finger across my flushed cheek. “Damn baby, you are exquisite.” He whispered loud enough for only me to hear. And he closed the space between us and captured my lips in a searing kiss. A mewl escaped from my lips and Nolan swallowed the needy sound as he locked those lush lips onto mine. My hands came up and clutched his massive shoulders and I swear I almost came in my pants from the heat of his mouth alone.

“Damn man, I know he looks scrumptious, but don’t eat the boy. Ya’ll are causing some major hard ons here.” Dean, of course had to state his version of the obvious.

My face lit up even more, I was sure I was glowing bright red at this point. Nolan released my lips and gave me a sexy smirk before guiding me around the table to sit on his lap. Tory was seated next to Dean and Martin was in Dean’s lap being petted and an instant away from purring by the look of bliss on his face.

Nolan introduced me to the same set of friends from opening night, their subs were seated dutifully at their feet and I greeted everyone with a nod. I felt Nolan’s hands running over my arms and thighs; it was like he was compelled to touch me. We watched the different shows on stage all the while he kept caressing me and it turned me on to the point that the tight pants were becoming really uncomfortable. I felt hot, like I was on fire and every time I turned my head to look at Nolan, his piercing gaze was focused on me and not what was going on up on the stage.

Damn, but the man was sex on legs. I was hesitant over the whole sex and intercourse thing between us seeing that I have never had sex before, but if he made a move right now to take me. I would gladly give myself to him without another thought. I was snapped out of lascivious thoughts when the lighting changed and the music slowed down and the atmosphere morphed into a tangible sexy scene. Couples were making their way out onto the dance floor as Mistress Dominique grabbed a hunky guy and led him into the middle of the fray. Dean and Martin excused themselves as well as Mike came over and swept Tory off his feet.

Everyone made there was to the dance floor where groups and couples swayed to the romantic music that the DJ cued. Nolan nudged me and I slid off his lap.

“May I have this dance, beautiful?” He whispered in my ear and I shivered from the contact of his warm minty breath against my skin.

I could only nod my head as he gently took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Tory was wrapped around Mike like second skin. And Martin all but disappeared against Dean’s big body he was so tightly encased in his man’s arms.

My entire body tingled and heated up as Nolan drew me against his rock hard frame. I could feel his impressive erection as it rubbed against my hip. I gasped as his warm hands found their way under the hem of my shirt and rested on the small of my back. And I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck as one of his busy fingers found its way into the back of my pants and rested right above the crease of my ass. We swayed to the music and I was intoxicated with him, his scent, and the feel of body against mine. And yes, if my man wanted to go farther and make love to me tonight, I was so going to let him.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Dean’s POV…

The party was a raving success, the hours just flew by and the drinks were still flowing, the club was packed to capacity and business was great. Nolan, Mike, and I were taking it easy in the VIP rooms. The shows were on the main stage in main bar with Mistress Dominique, but the members only dancing and more how should I say…hard core scenes were being performed down here. But a majority of the floor space has been cleared for dancing. Which our boys were taking full advantage of. It seems that our boys have been dipping into Brandon’s, our head bartender’s happy punch as we liked to call the different mixtures of fruit juice and liquor. All three of them had the tropical themed pineapple with the multicolored umbrellas in their hands as they giggled and gyrated in their little group on the floor not far from where we were seated.

All three of the young men looked so mouthwatering and sinfully sexy tonight. Martin looked like a Doms wet dream in his skin tight leathers and boots, his slender chest was bare and gleaming so enticingly under the lights of the dance floor. It took all that I had to sit here with a stoic expression on my face when all I wanted to do was drag him off and make all that creamy skin turn pink with lashes if my cat o’ nine tails before I fucked him through the floor. Damn, just the thought had me shifting in my seat. I wasn’t the only one squirming with discomfort of a rock hard cock pressing against a zipper.

Mike was faring no better than I as he watched our boys get tipsy and inhibited. His boy Tory was also a sight to behold, because that naughty little handful chose to wear the shortest leather hot pants I have ever seen. They were molded to his tight bubble butt and they left nothing to the imagination. And the little deviant paired them with a black see through body shirt that set off his collar perfectly. He was owned and he flaunted it. Every time the little devil looked back and spied his Master’s gaze on him, he made sure to wiggle that delectable ass and bend over some, which of course caused Mike to inhale deeply and his hand would disappear under the table.

The best reaction is still yet to come; it was going to come from my friend Nolan, who was simmering on low heat in the corner. I wondered how much more he could take before his Neanderthal tendencies will take over and he would drag his sweet princess out of here. Right now said princess was anything but shy as his alcohol level increased. It seems that a tipsy Scottie was a happy extroverted Scottie. He was matching his friends step for step in their erotic little show, and we weren’t the only ones watching the trio of beautiful boys. I am sure every dick in the place was hard as stone, as the three pretty little things gyrated and bumped on one another. The music didn’t help either as R. Kelly’s “Bump and Grind” sensually fueled the boys as well as the other dancers on the floor.

Tory and Martin changed it up and they sandwiched a giggling Scottie in the between the two of them and I swear my blood pressure started to go up in volumes, I almost felt dizzy watching the scene. I couldn’t look away for the life of me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike’s drink pause halfway to his lips as the boys writhed against each other almost in perfect synchronization. It was so fucking hot. Shit, I almost came on myself. Nolan looked like he was in pain, and Mike’s drink was still hanging in midair. I heard someone mutter, “God Damn,” but I didn’t know who it was, hell; it could have been me by this point.

One of the waiters chose that precise moment to show up and inquire if we needed anything, but I couldn’t form a coherent thought enough to answer the boy. But I heard Nolan’s deep voice rumble out something and the waiter skipped away to get whatever it was he asked for. The song changed, and again it something sensual and erotic and our boys went from front to back sandwich to a side to side one with princess still in middle, this time they had abandoned their drinks on a passing tray and Martin and Tory began running their hands over Scottie’s lean little frame. Scottie rolled his hips with both arms over his head. The other boys busy hands caused his barely there shirt to rise up, giving us a delicious peek at his abdomen and the little patch of hair leading down his happy trail and into the waistband of his low rise leather pants, God whomever chose the blood red pants knew what they were doing. It set off Scottie’s creamy skin perfectly.

Nolan’s slow simmer was turning into a full boil as the waiter brought back his tequila shot and he downed it in one go. He made eye contact with the two of us and then he was on his feet and moving. “Oh Shit, this ought to be good.” I thought as I watched the sexy fucker stalk his boy. Mike was up and almost on his heels and I thought, “What the fuck,” and followed my friends to the dance floor. Nolan got there first and grabbed Scottie by the hips and jerked him flush against the front of his body and the boy purred, he actually purred like a naughty little kitten as he wrapped himself around Nolan and nuzzled his face into his man’s chest. Tory wrapped himself around Mike like a victory flag and all of a sudden I had my hands full and Martin was pasted against the front of my body like second skin. I wasn’t complaining though. I just dipped him and rolled my hips effectively letting my boy feel my rigid cock pressing against his hip. He gasped and I had to kiss his pretty pink lips. Mmm…he tasted fruity. “Fuck, how many hours before close?” I thought as my hard on bumped against his hips as we started moving to the sway of the music.

Nolan POV…

Exquisite, that what he is, simply, sweetly, and fuck me, sexily exquisite. And most importantly drunk…God why did I let him get this far gone. There is nothing absolutely nothing I can do about it and my plans for introducing him to the pleasures of sex has definitely gone down the toilet. Nothing is going to happen until my sweet boy is sober enough to know what the hell is going on. But, tell that to my dick and his sweet tight ass that is currently rubbing all over it. “Sweet Jesus,” I grabbed his busy hips in attempt to keep what little control I had from snapping and ravishing him here right in the floor in front of everyone.

Now that I had his hips under control, he instead wrapped both of his slender arms around my neck and I felt his warm little tongue as he licked along my jaw line and my jock jerked in my pants like I had been shocked with a jolt of electricity. I tried easing away from him but he snapped back into place like a rubber band. An inebriated Scottie turns into a sexually charged force of nature it seems. I made a mental note to never let him drink unless I was with him. With a heartfelt sigh, I gathered him closer in hopes of soothing him down a bit. I began to rock us slowly with the beat of the music and rubbed my palms up and down his back. Who was I kidding, Scottie fit perfectly in my arms and it felt like he was made just for me.

He tucked himself under my chin and snuggled closer into my chest and I couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness. My eyes scanned the dance floor to see how my friends were faring, and it seemed that they equally had their hands full with their boys. Dean and Martin were practically humping each other, and from the way Tory had climbed up on Mike and wrapped his muscular thighs around the big man’s waist, it wouldn’t surprise me if they went to find one of our private rooms.

“Huh…the private rooms, damn I almost forgot about those.” I thought as Scottie once again began to rub against me suggestively. The club was open for a few more hours, but I don’t think my will power would hold out for that long. I may not be able to do nothing more than get my sweet boy off, but I definitely needed a release. It was either that or suffer blue balls for the next couple of days. Scottie mewled against the skin of my throat and I could feel his erection as he aligned it with mine and rocked his hips creating a mind numbing friction that almost had me swallowing my tongue and that was the last straw for me. I grabbed both of his shoulders and thrust him away from me, creating a space between us while still holding onto him. “Scottie, behave and listen.” I snapped and he blinked those big beautiful lust filled blue eyes at me. He tried to move and snuggle back in, but I held him firmly away. “Scottie, I am trying to do the right thing here, calm down and let me get you some water.” I said giving him a little shake.

He Just gave me a heart stopping smile and mumbled “’Kay” and followed me like a docile little puppy as I led him from the dance floor. Poor little thing, he was so totally trashed. I felt bad, because he was going to feel this night pounding away in his head in the morning. I had a good mind to take him home, but that would be unfair to Dean and Mike. So, I led him through the throng of people and back towards the private suites. I found an empty unreserved one and entered the room and I closed and locked the door behind us. I went to the security phone and I told my security staff I was in the room for the remainder of the night and to let me know if they needed anything.

By the time I hung up the phone and turned around to check on Scottie, my eyes went wide with the fact that he was almost naked. And he was currently having trouble peeling himself out of his skin tight leather pants. He had gotten one leg free and was hopping on one foot trying to pull his other leg out, his shirt was long gone and damn my traitorous body for responding to the delectable sight in front of me. How was I supposed to do the right thing with this kind of sinful temptation right before my eyes? Huh, some cool and collected Dom I was, I had to close my eyes and ball my fists together and start counting in my head backwards from one hundred. But the image of Scottie’s lean body flashed behind my lids and I was instantly hard and leaking.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when all of sudden slender arms were wrapped around my neck and warm skin was plastered against the entire front of my body. Good Lord, I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear of what I might see may cause the fine thread holding my control in place would snap under the strain. But, my eyes had ideas of their own as they popped open and I looked down. And fuck me, Scottie was as naked as the day he was born, all that creamy luscious skin on display and the sexy little kitten mewled and licked across my collarbone and I groaned as my dick jerked in my pants. “Scottie, you have to stop, your drunk baby.” I whispered as I tried to get control of his wandering hands.

“No, no behave, I want you Nolan, love me now. I need.” He slurred slightly as he gyrated his hips against my thigh, as he happily tried rubbing himself off. He felt so damn good in my arms, so soft and so warm. He was temptation incarnate and a cold sweat broke across my brow in my efforts to restrain myself from throwing him up against the wall and fuck him like he was pleading for me to do. It would be so easy to just give in and do it. Sink myself into his tight little ass and ride him into oblivion. The urge to do so had me clenching my jaw and praying to the high heavens for the strength to be the responsible sensible man he needs me to be right now. Not some lust driven drone that couldn’t think past his throbbing cock.

Scottie was almost incoherent as he rubbed his rigid length against the heated texture of my leather pants. He was whimpering and mewling so sweetly, his hips pumping furiously as he chased his orgasm. He was beauty in motion in the throes of passion and I was completely mesmerized and more than a little turned on by it. Fuck it, if I can get him off then maybe just maybe he will be exhausted enough to sleep, and I can damn myself to hell for a night of painful discomfort. I ran my hands down his elegant spine and grabbed both handfuls of his firm ass and hoisted him up against me, in two steps and his shocked gasp later I slammed him against the wall and ravished his soft sweet lips with my demanding kiss. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and moaned out his delight.

Hmm…He tasted fruity and sinful all at the same time as my tongue delved deep into the recesses of his mouth. The little needy noises he was making ramped me up even more and I snaked my hand in between our writhing bodies. I brushed my fingers over the length of his pretty cock before I wrapped him in my hand and gave him a few good strokes. I set off and started jacking him off in earnest. He tore his lips from mine, panting. “Yes…yes baby, just like that please… please…don’t stop.” He begged and pleaded as he humped into my fist. He was so exquisitely beautiful; I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. My hips pushed into the firm mounds of his butt cheeks as he rubbed that sweet ass all over my leather covered shaft.

“Is this what you want, sweet boy?” I purred in his ear as he buried his face in my neck and begged me for more. “That’s it baby, let me give you want you want, but give me what I need. I need to feel your cock twitch in my fist as you mark me with your hot cum baby, come on, you can do it for me lover, come, come now.” I commanded as he bucked his hips driving his shaft in my hand and he went completely rigid before he cried out. “Yes…” I whispered before licking the outer shell of his ear as my own hips continued to thrust against those sweet ass cheeks. His scent and the heat coming off of him was almost my undoing. My cock was rigid and painful as it throbbed unhappily in my pants, but I ignored it for the moment as Scottie drew a ragged breath and slumped over the front of my body.

I wrapped my arms around his back and held him close as I made my way over to the bed, he didn’t even flinch as I pulled back the covers with one hand before lying him down on the cool sheets. He immediately curled into a ball and sniffled happily as he burrowed into the pillows. My eyes drank in his unguarded beauty; I reached down and palmed my aching cock. With one last longing look, I covered him up and then carried myself off to the bathroom and took my shirt off. I looked at myself in the mirror but all I could see was the image of Scottie writhing in my arms as he came. I groaned as I popped the button my leathers and unzipped myself. My cock readily popped out if its confines, hard, hot and purple. It was pulsing with need and I knew it wouldn’t take much, with the picture of Scottie fresh in my mind and his scent still on my body. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and sparks if heat shot up my spine as I gave myself a firm a squeeze as stroked the shaft from root to tip. I picked up the pace and started pumping my closed fist up and down, my hips bucked and my knees trembled as I panted and worked myself up into a mind numbing rhythm.

The edges of my vision blurred and all I could hear was my own breath as it jerked out of my lungs as my balls drew up into my body. My release churned in my balls and I felt the fire and heat of it burn through my veins and pool in my groin, the fire spreading and burning hotter with each stroke of my fist. The swell of my cock and the throbbing increased and hot semen exploded out of the engorged tip burning my release through the rest of me and I groaned long and hard as everything in me clenched, gripped tight as I pumped line after line of come all over the sink and my fist. It took me a few minutes to unclench my jaw and relax my muscles as I slowly stroked my now semi hard cock.

Finally I let go and braced myself against the counter leaning heavily on my arms as I tried to catch my breath. Damn, I was going to have to take that boy in hand and I was going to have to do it, soon. He brought out reactions me that I thought were long dead, but here I am jerking off like teenager in the bathroom, but I would so it all again because I would never do anything to my sweet boy that he wasn’t fully aware of. An evil smile spread across my face because this isn’t going to be the last Scottie is going to hear about this night, and I already had some pretty lovely ideas of how this was going to go down, he needs to learn that there are always consequences for your actions.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Scottie’s POV…

Walking into the club, I was on pins and needles. For the last few days Nolan had been sweet, attentive, and loving as usual. But he seemed more intense to me somehow. It was hard to describe with words. It’s just his gaze was a bit more heated, the touch of his hand felt a little more intimate, and everything about him just screamed raw, hot sex. It had my skin tingling and it made my mouth dry whenever those sinful smoldering dark eyes landed on me for any reason.

I had woken up the morning after the Valentine’s party a few days ago feeling like there was a pneumatic drill pounding away in my head. My tongue clung to the roof of my mouth it had been so dry. It felt like my breath alone could have ignited a fire in thin air. I had to shield my eyes from the bright morning sunlight because my head had hurt so badly. Nolan was right there at my side through all of it with a glass of juice and some aspirin. He had spent the entire day making sure I was hydrated and he cooked for me, and he had even massaged my temples, neck, and shoulders. I had felt so cared for and pampered. But now, it was like he turned up the hotness value in our relationship by a hundred degrees.

It’s not that I didn’t like it; I did. But I didn’t know what to do or how to deal with it. He had me on edge almost all the time; and to be honest, I was horny as hell literally all day long for the past couple of days. He was just so mouth wateringly sexy. God, Tory had taken photos from the night of the party. I had looked completely different. When I browsed through the pictures as the night had gone on. I watched myself morph into someone else. A more confident and carefree Scottie, and I liked what I saw. I wasn’t some wallflower hiding in the corner from people or ducking conversations. Secretly, that’s the Scottie I wanted to be. Not the sexed up kitten that I looked like that night, but the confident, brave young man showed up with the help of the liquid courage I had down chugged like it was water.

Martin told me I commanded Nolan’s attention that night and that he couldn’t take his eyes off me. I don’t remember much thanks to that same liquid courage, but Dean had teased me that my caveman had dragged me off to one of the private rooms where we had spent the evening until it was closing time. Nolan had carried me out and taken me home afterwards. I knew nothing happened because he had told me so. He had also explained that it was one of the hardest things that he had to do; denying himself the pleasure of my body, especially with how prolific I was in offering him my body. I was mortified when he had described my behavior, and when he told me he had to jack off in the bathroom. I tried my best not to go thermonuclear in the face because I found just imagining it was so freaking hot. I almost wished I hadn’t been in a drunken stupor so that I could have witnessed it. Nolan was majestic to watch at when he orgasm. I looked around the bar and shifted my uncomfortable semi hard on as I made my way to his office.

A little smile lingered around my mouth as I recalled the promise I made to him not to drink alcohol when not in his presence. I was almost reached Nolan’s office door office when Martin and Tory came around the corner giggling like co-conspirators. They had this air of mischievousness around them and I had to fight the urge to step back and hide from whatever trouble they were getting ready to concoct. I wanted to be a bolder Scottie and these guys were my friends, and it felt nice to have friends for a change, but they were also the epitome of naughty brats. I liked that I was able to talk and joke around with them, especially the fact that they were interested in the same things that I was, and they didn’t see my need for a Master as some deviant kink. They were right there with me, and they gently pushed me to step out of my corner and into the sunlight and live a little.

“Hey Baby Boy, come on and lets be off to have an adventure.” Tory stated as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and started pulling me back out the door.

“Um…I…I have to te…tell Nolan. I mean where are we going?” I managed to stutter out and they ignored me and detoured through the bar and headed for the kitchen. Tory and Martin burst through the swinging doors with a flourish and the five big men standing in the room immediately turned their attentions towards our little group. Nolan, Dean, Mike, our chef, and another of one of the security guys were sitting around one of the cooking islands sampling the dishes planned for this evening’s menu.

“Master Nolan, we are going to the Mall and then for pizza. If it is alright, and we want Scottie to come along.” Martin respectfully inquired before flushing under his Master’s hated gaze. I just shook my head at Dean’s antics. He was a hot mess and he knew it, and we all loved him for it. Nolan looked good enough to eat perched on the stool in faded out jeans and a simple blue button down shirt. I felt my face flush as his smoldering gaze raked me from head to toe. It took a lot for me not to run over to him and latch onto the man and not let go. He nodded his head and Tory squealed and proceeded to haul me out of the kitchen and the club. He walked on one side and Martin strode on the other. I knew they were up to something but I didn’t know what was yet.

So, I gathered my courage and asked. “What are you guys going to the Mall for?” As they continued to shuffle me down the busy sidewalk. We stopped and Tory stepped off the curb and put his fingers in his mouth and let out an ear piercing whistle. A yellow cab immediately screeched to a stop just a few feet in front of us and the guys shuffled me into the taxi and told the driver where they wanted to go.

“We, baby boy are going to get pierced, so decide where on that cute little body of yours you want some jewelry.” Tory said and I almost swallowed my tongue.

“You do mean earrings right?” I asked and fervently prayed that is what they meant. In my mind the immediate picture of a Prince Albert piercing popped up and I unconsciously rubbed my crotch.

“Scottie, if I didn’t have a big sexy bear as my Master, I would so try to get into your cute little pants. You are too adorable for words.” Tory chuckled and I stuck my tongue out at him and crossed my arms and pouted as they both continued laugh at me. They sobered up quickly though and bumped my shoulder to say no hard feelings. I just shrugged and took it all in stride. It wasn’t long before we got the huge Mall downtown and they happily hopped out of the cab, paid the driver, and proceeded to haul me through the building at warp speed. I didn’t even get the chance to look left or right. We got to one of the stalls and Tory pushed the door opened and we were hit in the face with heavy metal music.

We stepped through the door and almost into a different world from the sedate, family oriented chic stores along the path to get here into the artistic atmosphere of the body piercing and tattoo shop. There was a small reception area with a desk. Graffiti was sprayed artistically all over the counters and I thought the art was really cool looking. The music was loud but so loud that you couldn’t be heard when you spoke. Martin stepped up to the man with huge gauges in his stretched earlobes sitting behind the counter and he rattled off his name and told him that he had an appointment to get a body piercing. he made sure to explain that his friends were also included in his appointment.

I gawked some more when another guy came from behind the curtain from where the receptionist person sat. The guy had yet to put his shirt on and he walked over to the mirrored wall to check out his nipple piercings. He had small silver hoops in each nipple and they looked amazing.  Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, I inched away from Tory and Martin and made my way over to the display that held pictures of different piercings of all sorts of body parts, even the private parts. I found the nipple section and the more I stared at it was the more I found myself wanting it. I wondered what Nolan would think of them. He had them and he switched from barbells to hoops depending on his mood. He had also explained that they made his nipples more sensitive. And I liked it a hell of a lot when he played with my nipples and if they were more sensitive with jewelry that only meant I would like him touching me there even more.

Martin and Tory chose that moment to join me by the display and brought me out of my own head. Tory slapped me on the shoulder and asked me what did I want to get a tattoo or a piercing. I swallowed the ball of anxiety in my throat and manned up on courage. I pointed to the picture of nipple piercings, but instead of hoops I wanted gold barbells. Martin just grinned and nodded his head, but Tory started cackling like the maniac he is. “Oh man, there is hope for you yet baby boy. I can’t wait to see your man’s face when you show him.” He chuckled on and Martin and I joined in.

Nolan often did tend to go to the extremes with his reactions if he liked something that I had particularly done or something that I wore. I just smiled and waited as my friends took their turn getting pierced. I cringed when the needle slid through Tory’s tongue. I refused to look when Martin pierced first one nipple and then his belly button. When it was my turn both of my friends held my hands as the big burly guy slid the needle through one nipple and screwed the ball on the barbell and then he did the same to the other one.

I was mildly surprised that there wasn’t any pain other that a slight burning sensation to the affected area. I got up out of the chair after the antiseptic spray was applied to my skin. I shrugged my shirt back on and I couldn’t help the little grin of satisfaction that graced my face. I got body jewelry, I have a doting boyfriend, and I have caring friends. I was excited enough to keep up with Martin and Tory, as a matter of fact, they were actually trying to keep up with me seeing I was the one dragging them through the Mall this time with the singular thought of getting back to the club to show Nolan my new barbells. We got a cab once we made it outside and I was tickled pink when both Martin and Tory leaned over and told me that I was badass for getting both my nips done at the same time. I beamed with pride and I was practically vibrating in my seat and mentally begged the driver to hurry the hell up.

Finally, the cab pulled up in front of the club and we all piled out of the car like we were on some type of sugar high. We were giggling and laughing as we paid the driver and slammed the vehicle door. We all turned around and scurried through the outer doors and into the interior of the club. And before we took another step Mike stepped into the hallway and we had no choice but to stop because his massive frame practically took up the not so narrow pathway that led towards the back lounge area. We all stood there looking as innocent as we possibly could, with wide eyed stares and our lips pressed together to prevent us from laughing out loud like naughty school children. Mike just raised a knowing eyebrow at us and pointed at all three of us and then pointed towards the back of the club towards the lounge. He turned and we dutifully followed behind him.

When we got to the lounge, Dean and Nolan were both seated at one of the tables with papers and a laptop spread in between the two of them. They looked up when we entered and Mike joined them as he took a seat behind the table.

“You guys look guilty as sin. What have you gotten yourselves into this afternoon?” Dean asked and we felt like we were all under the spotlight or something. For the first time since I made my decision to get my piercings did I feel my anxiety return. What if Nolan didn’t like them on me or if he got mad that I permanently marked my body without his permission?

And just like that, I could feel my hands begin to shake and I started to sweat. I jumped when Tory tried to put a calming hand on my shoulder. I was actually getting ready to bolt and find a quiet place to privately hyperventilate in when I felt two strong arms encircle my body. I was pulled into an equally strong chest and Nolan’s scent immediately surrounded me and I found my panic easing a little. I felt the rumble more than I heard the words when he asked everyone to give us a moment of privacy. Chairs scraped and I felt gentle pats on the back as my friends left me alone with my boyfriend.

“Shh baby, breath with me and try calm down?” He whispered as he brushed his lips across my forehead and rocked me from side to side. With each gentle sway, I could feel my rapidly beating heart settle into a normal rhythm. I don’t know how long we stood there like that, but I could feel the crippling weight of uncertainty release the hold it had on my mind and I was calm again. The tension leaked out of rigid shoulders as I relaxed completely into Nolan’s embrace. I was trying to snuggle closer into his chest when my piercings made themselves known by rubbing against his rock hard pecs. I hissed and instantly drew back as fire erupted across my chest.

Startled by my sudden movement and my gasp of pain, Nolan looked down at me as I drew myself a little further out of his arms mentally willing the discomfort on my chest to go away. “What’s wrong?” He asked and my head snapped up and I blinked up at him. I knew my face flushed bright red and Nolan gave me that don’t-mess-with-me look.

So, I stepped back and my fingers went to the hem of my shirt; I took a deep breath and whipped the material over my head. The cool air hitting my heated flesh actually made my nipples feel a little better and my eyes flew to Nolan’s face when I heard him. I watched his eyes heat up as he raked them over my chest. His jaw clenched and he  flexed and unflexed his fists. I couldn’t tell if he was pissed off or not. His eyes snapped back to my face and his nostrils flared as he barked out the simple order. “Put your shirt back on.”

I immediately dragged the material back over my head. I didn’t even care that it was inside out. Nolan wrapped his large hand around my wrist and literally dragged me out of the lounge. He held my wrist in one hand and with the other, he dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He swiped the screen and made a call to either Dean or Mike was my guess. He told them to hold the club down for the remainder of the evening and he was to be called for emergencies only. He hung up and we burst through the back entrance of the building and he strode across the alley and opened the car door  for me and I quickly scampered into my seat.

“Um..where are we going?” I dared to whisper and my lips almost brushed against his strong jaw as he snapped me into my seat belt.

He turned and pinned me to my seat with the intensity of his smoldering eyes. “Home, to my bed.” He growled and I almost fainted right there on the spot. My heart fluttered in my chest as he came around and got behind the wheel. The luxury car purred to life and Nolan screeched out of the parking lot and took off like a bullet down the street. “Oh my God.” was the only thought in my head and he sped us towards his house.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Scottie’s POV…

“ Omigod, omigod, omigod .“ That was the only thing running through my panicked brain as I sat as still as I possibly could since Nolan strapped me into the now speeding car and made his intentions clear. Gosh, who knew that a body piercing could unleash his beast like that? I peeked at his clenched jaw and his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel and deep down I was turned on by the fact that I, little ole me made him lose his ironclad control. I was scared of the unknown parts that I hadn’t a clue about when it comes to sex, but I was more than ready to learn with this man. If it was anyone else other than this amazing person sitting next to me, then none of this would be happening. I felt my pounding heart slow and my panic dissipate as my decision became more firm in my mind. All of a sudden I couldn’t wait to get home, so much so I began to get hard and I was squirming for another reason in my seat.

Nolan noticed my fidgeting and he turned his head to look at me and I willed myself to meet his eyes. And whatever he saw in my gaze had him muttering. “Fuck!” Before he slammed on the brakes and swerved the expensive car over to the curb. The next thing I knew I was out of my seat belt, lifted over the console and planted firmly onto his muscular thighs. One hand held me by the throat and the other threaded into my hair at the back of my head and he brought my face down his and crashed his lips to mine. I didn’t have a chance in the world; he dominated the kiss completely as his determined tongue snaked into my mouth and tasted every corner. I could just hold on for the ride as he ravished my mouth. The grunts coming from him was fueling my own lust and my cock was rock hard and throbbing in my trousers, and my just pierced nipples pebbled and burned, but instead of feeling the pain, the burn only added to me growing levels of desire.

I spread my legs as far as the console and the car door allowed and I scooted forward on his lap. I couldn’t help it as I instinctively sought out more friction against my pulsing member. I came into direct contact with my boyfriend’s rigid length and I mewled as my shaft bumped deliciously into his and I started rocking, humping, and frantically rolling my hips getting that luscious friction I was seeking. I was totally lost in the sensations until there was a sharp rap against the darkly tinted window of the driver’s side door, and I jumped releasing a surprised little yelp. I lifted my head to see flashing red and blue lights through the rear window just as Nolan groaned in frustration. He gently placed me back over into my seat on the passengers’ side before releasing the window to speak to the police officer standing right outside the car door.

I fanned my overheated face as they carried on a brief conversation and willed my pulse to calm down. After a few minutes Nolan’s window went back up and he pulled out once again into traffic. He looked over at me and gave me an apologetic smile before taking my hand and hand in his. He brought it to his lips and kissed my fingers before once again concentrating on the road. It didn’t take long before we reached the house. He gave me one lascivious look before getting out of the car. The door to the garage slid closed as he made his way around the hood towards my side. I blew out a ragged breath as he opened my door and I placed my hand in his and let him help out of the car.

 My pulse spiked as soon as we made it inside of the living room and Nolan released my hand and I stood in the middle of the room. I couldn’t help but to feel like cornered prey as he slowly circled my body before coming to a stop directly behind me. I was panting and my skin prickled with awareness as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Baby, you have no idea how sexy and appealing you are. I was ready to fuck you right there on the side of the road, but thank God for the little interruption by our city’s finest or else I would have had you impaled on the full length of my cock.” He purred and I shuddered from head to toe from his words and the erotic picture they painted in my head.

I felt his hands as he brought them up to my shoulders and massaged my tense muscles for a minute before they slowly slid down my arms to come to rest on my thighs. “I am happy that I didn’t take you then and there like that. I want to make our first time together very special and now I have the chance to bring you home to my bed, to our bed to be exact. Where I can take the time to make love to you. To kiss you, to taste your luscious body as I peel you out of your clothes.” He husked with his velvety smooth voice he was using to seduce my senses. I was trembling with need by this point and my breath huffed out between my parted lips. His fingers found the hem of my shirt and he slowly lifted it off my body. Nolan bent his head and placed a wet open mouth kiss on the side of my neck before he began sucking on the sensitive flesh there. I felt each pull deep in my core and my cock throbbed and leaked in response.  My hands flew to his powerful thighs and my fingers dug deep into the muscle there as I tilted my head to the side and whimpered giving more access to my throat.

He brought himself flush against my back and he bent at the knees and rubbed the entire length of his magnificent member against my ass. I couldn’t help but to grind back into him. “Yes, that’s it baby, feel what you do to me. It’s not about Domination and submission tonight darling, it’s about me showing me how much I love you, and want you, and how much you turn me on.” He continued as he punctuated each word with a kiss or a lick to some part of my neck, ear, and jaw. The cadence of his voice alone was enough to make me come, never mind that he had cupped my turgid member in his hand and was stroking my shaft through the confines of my jeans.

“Ugh…” I groaned as I felt my nuts climb up into my body. I felt like I was going to fly apart at any moment but Nolan didn’t give me a chance, because all of a sudden he swooped me up into his arms and carried me through the house and into the master suite. He gently laid me on the bed and he climbed onto the firm mattress and straddled my thighs. His dark eyes burned into my face and he leaned forward as if to kiss me but he stopped a mere centimeter away from my lips and whispered. “You are so beautiful.” Then he swooped in and kissed me. He pulled back only to lick my lips before plunging his tongue back into my mouth where he explored my palate, my teeth, and he even sucked my tongue into his mouth.  My hips bucked and my fingers latched into his hair and I groaned. The onslaught of sensations on my body was almost too much for me to take.

With a growl Nolan sat up and his hands went straight to the waistband of my jeans, he quickly popped the buttons as I heeled off my shoes, and in one go I was divested of my pants and my underwear. I laid there naked and fully exposed to his hungry gaze. He kept his intense eyes on mine as he stripped out of his own clothes. My mouth went dry and my heart kicked up in another notch as every delicious piece of skin was exposed to me. I let out a shocked squeak when he grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed with my ass balanced on the edge and my legs in the air. I went bright red when he rested both of my legs against his chest, and his fingers traveled up and down my thighs and my calves. His smoldering gaze burned over my flesh as if it was an actual caress. I was completely enthralled with him and the feel of his velvet over steel shaft pressing against the curved cheek of my butt almost sent me spiraling out of control.

He bent at the waist and began licking his way from the inside if my knees to my quivering thighs, the closer he got to my dripping cock was the more my breathing hitched. My fingers gripped the sheets and I threw back my head and moaned as his full warm lips wrapped around the mushroomed head of my member. I didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed as he licked my slit before taking me fully into the heated cavern of his mouth. I screamed when the nerve filled head bumped the soft tissue at the back of his throat and that was when I began to beg. But Nolan took his time with me, he licked and slurped and sucked my on shaft until I was incoherent. I couldn’t even recall my own name by this point and I lost it completely and my vision blurred when the tip of his finger found my crease and pressed in brushing against my puckered entrance.

 All I knew was that I was about to come, and when I did I was going to shatter into a million pieces when it happened. My balls drew up and my orgasm was right there and I tried to say something, to do something to warn Nolan but my breath was robbed from my lungs as the fire of my release gathered and rushed down the length of my spine, through my balls, and exploded with such force out of the bulbous head of my shaft that my body bucked and my spine came clear off the bed. I shot my load straight down Nolan’s throat and he swallowed every drop. I was screaming nonsense and Nolan kept his lips wrapped around my jerking cock as I came down from my orgasmic high and flopped back onto the wrinkled sheets.

My chest heaved and my legs limply hung open and Nolan released my spit covered cock and went to nuzzling my now empty balls. I felt him slowly roll me over onto my stomach and I hissed as my sore nipples made contact with the sheets and I went up onto my elbows. But my focus was brought back to my boyfriend as he used one foot and a thigh to spread my legs open. “I am going to take this gorgeous ass and make it mine. I can’t wait any longer. I want you screaming for me again. You are exquisite when you come.” He whispered before giving me a sharp nip on my earlobe and just like that my cock tingled back to life.

Nolan leaned back and grabbed the lube off the nightstand and the condoms and placed them next to my hip on the bed. He continued to nibble and lick my ear and neck while rubbing that fat cock against the crease of my ass. I was kind of scared that something so big would be going inside if me, but on the other hand I was drooling for it. I wanted to know what all the fuss was about. I wanted to feel the connection of what Tory and Martin described as pure heaven. I wanted that and I found myself urging him on by grinding my ass like a needy little whore along his rigid length.

“I am going to prepare you to take me baby, don’t worry soon you will be full of nothing but me.” His baritone washed over my sensitized nerves and caused my ass to quiver with anticipation. Then finally, I felt his slicked up fingers brush against my puckered entrance and I could have cried it felt so good. Nolan continued to apply firm pressure to the ring of muscle until it relaxed and let him in. He slowly inserted his finger and wiggled it a bit, the tip brushed against something deep inside that had me throwing my legs out even wider and pushing my ass out to grind on his hand.  “Yes, you liked that my sweet boy, meet your prostate.” He chuckled and then he did it again and my cock erupted unexpectedly and I hollered as I came, spewing line after line of semen on the sheets beneath me. I heard Nolan curse behind me as my sphincter clamped down on his fingers.

He rubbed and rimmed the rippling ring of nerves trying to loosen me back up as my head fell against the bed. My body shook and my senses were all attuned to what he was doing at my back entrance. I was breathless and when he removed his fingers and I heard the wrapper to the condom crinkle I climbed up on the mattress and stuck my ass some more. Nolan slathered his cock with lube and poured some more into my crease before I felt the blunt tip of his shaft push against my entrance.  I tried to relax every muscle in my body. The head slipped inside and he hissed as my channel seemed to suck him right in and, “Oh God.” I felt like I was being torn in two by his girth.

Nolan bottomed out and he went completely still to let me assimilate to his invasion, but I was already needy again, it felt amazing to have his thick shaft buried deep inside my chute. I needed him to move, “Please move.” I pleaded with him as I performed an experimental roll of my hips and almost came all over myself again at how insanely good he felt. And I guess that was it for Nolan’s control because his hands gripped my shoulders and he pulled out of me almost all the way, only the head was left inside of me just beyond my trembling muscles of my entrance.

Then he snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt. I cried out and clutched the sheets in front of me as my man began to pound my ass. His groans and grunts hyped me up even more and then I was meeting him thrust for thrust. Words couldn’t describe how it felt as he fucked me; his grip on my sweat slicked shoulders kept me in place as he placed one knee leg up on the bed and rode me like an expert jockey on his thoroughbred horse. He leaned forward and he power stroked in and out of my hole and the change in his position caused the angle of thrusts. He was hitting my gland straight on with each stroke. He battered my gland and all that I was fragmented into pieces as I howled on the top of my lungs and for the third time this evening I found myself coming hard yet again.

It seemed like my release was never ending as Nolan picked up the pace of the pistoning hips, soon I heard him groan long and hard and I felt his cock swell and pulse as he emptied himself into the condom buried in my body. His body jerked and shuddered behind me and I just flopped forward onto the damp sheets. I had nothing left, I was done and Nolan slumped over my back as we tried to catch our breaths. No words were needed right now because neither of us couldn’t form a sentence to save our lives. From this moment on there was no question in my head whatsoever about his man. He owned me mind, body, soul, and most importantly he has my heart.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Nolan’s POV…

I have to admit, I tried to muster up the will to feel bad about literally abandoning my responsibilities at the club for the past week, leaving everything for my friends and business partners to handle in my absence. I have spent every moment of the last couple of days with Scottie. I was holding him or making love to him, teaching him how to please me and taking him to the heights of ecstasy time and time again. For me, our first time was never about Domination or bondage. It was about two people who cared about each other connecting in the most primal way possible. I didn’t introduce any toys or scenes to our lovemaking whatsoever.

Our intimate moments was about me taking the time to introduce him to the pleasures of intercourse, and about us connecting with each other in the age old way two people can connect and express their feelings to one another. It was for him to learn his likes and dislikes when it came to foreplay and penetrative sex. I was brought to my knees and humbled every time he so sweetly trusted me enough and loved me enough to let me into his luscious body. And how he would timidly explore my body to his heart’s content. I have never felt such intense feelings towards anyone before. They caused my heart to race and my gut to churn with just one glance from his gorgeous bright blue eyes.

Scottie drove me out of my friggin mind with his sweet innocence and the rapt attention he paid to anything and everything I did to his delicious body. My baby had no idea how sexy he is, how alluring, and damn I couldn’t wait for his nipples to fully heal so I can play with those hot as hell piercings. He was absolutely stunning when he was in the throes of orgasm. It was something I could watch him do over and over again. He was like a potent drug and I was a raving addict constantly needing a larger amount of that narcotic to receive the level of high that had me floating in carnal bliss.

But like life and everything in it, we had to come back to reality of our responsibilities. I couldn’t hide out in my house anymore and fuck Scottie like a happy bunny on crack. I had to get back to club and handle my business, and Scottie had an appointment with Dr. Burns later on this afternoon. I was going to make myself available for it just in case the good doctor wanted to speak to the both us. I had no qualms about Scottie sharing his new found confidence in himself and our deepening relationship.

Currently my beautiful boy was fast asleep in my arms and I couldn’t help but snuggle a little closer and prolong the morning’s sleepy comfort with him for just a little bit longer. I could feel the warmth of his naked skin against mine. And damned if I didn’t have to close my eyes a take a deep calming breath. I have been popping wood like I have been chewing on Viagra like they were M&M’s that is how much my man affected me. I shuffled a little in hopes that I would wake him up just to watch him become aware of everything that we have been up to the previous night before, and the fact that we were also stark naked in the middle of  my big bed. I wanted to see that beautiful bashful blush creep across every inch of his creamy alabaster skin.

Scottie mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over and pushed his naked ass right up against my already rock hard erection. This time I did groan out loud. He continued to wiggle that dangerous weapon until he settled fully against me with my cock trapped snugly between his soft butt cheeks and my abs. I had to fight the urge not to start humping on him like a horny puppy. God, I was so gone for him. If Dean or Mike saw me now, I would never live this down. A lot of people had the preconceived notion that we Dominants were hard asses that seemed not to have normal emotions like regular people. But I am here to tell you that it isn’t true. We are just accomplished at controlling our physical and emotional responses in intense situations. But we felt things just as deeply as anyone else.

Before I could make the decision to sink myself deep into Scottie’s enticingly presented ass. I slowly eased my body away from his and scooted off the side of the bed. I went completely still as he released a disgruntled little noise and flipped himself over only to reach out and snag my now vacant pillow and curl himself around it. Finally, he settled once again and I carried myself off to the bathroom. I would let him sleep in; the poor thing must be exhausted. I have demanded a lot of his time and the use of his body over the last few days. Not only must he be sore in multiple places, but he must be tired as hell too. I took my shower, shaved, and dressed myself in my usual dark jeans and muscle hugging v neck black sweater. The weather outside was getting better; it wasn’t as bitterly cold anymore as we got closer and closer to spring time.

I walked over to the Jacuzzi tub and I started to fill it with warm water. I added some healing bath salts and some fragrant bath oils and let it fill almost all the way up. I tested the temperature of the water with my finger before going back through to bedroom to wake my boy up and get his gorgeous but sore butt into that tub.

He looked so adorable lying so innocently there in my bed. He was curled on his side with my pillow squashed against his slender chest and tender nipples. I pulled the comforter back a little and observed the creamy sleep flushed glow of his flawless skin. Climbing up onto the bed, I lay down on my stomach and nuzzled his cheek with the tip of my nose. “Hey baby, it’s time to get up my sweet boy.” I crooned against his ear and watched him squirm with a smug smile on my face.

“Mmm…Don’t wanna.” He mumbled and his arm reached out and patted along the mattress looking for the comforter that I kept inching back out of his reach. Frustrated and pouting, he lifted his head and blinked so adorably at me as he focused on my face. Then like clockwork, I watched his eyes brighten with recollections from the previous evening’s erotic activities, and then those beautiful orbs glazed over and he blushed so nicely for me. I couldn’t help but chuckle and lean forward to kiss those rose petal soft lips.

’Come on, we can’t hide out any longer. We have things we both need to take care of today, and I need to give you time to adjust and heal.“ I said and I watched his blush get even more fiery red as my words penetrated his brain. He yelped as I grabbed a hold of him and slid him across the bedding before picking him bridal style and carrying him into the bathroom. I walked straight over to the tub and I gently lowered him into it. He hissed as the water touched his aching bum then he sighed as the heat penetrated the swollen tissues.

“Do you want a quick bath, or do you want to soak for a bit?” I asked him and he told me to let him soak for awhile. I nodded and told him I had a few calls to make and that I was going to come back and get him in a few minutes. He in turn just blissfully nodded his head at me as he leaned back and spread his arms over the lip of the tub. I just grinned at him and pressed the button to start the jets before kissing him on his forehead and walking out the bathroom.

I was about to pick up my cell phone to call Dean to get a status update on everything since I spoke to him the previous night before. And also to see what the guys wanted for breakfast as a peace offering on my part in abandoning them to paperwork and the day in and day out demands of our business when it suddenly began to ring in my hand and I turned it over to read Mike’s name as it flashed across the screen.

“Hey, I was ….”

“We have a problem at the club. Are you still at home?” Mike cut me off with his question.

“What kind of problem?  And yes I am still at home.” I answered him as a million different scenarios of my club burning to the ground or some other natural or manmade disaster befalling it flashed through my head.

“Is Scottie with you?” Mike asked again and just like that my patience up and left the building, exit stage left.

“Of course he is with me, where the hell else would he be? Now tell me what the problem is already.” I growled and the other end of the line went completely silent for a few seconds before I heard Mike draw a ragged breath.

“There is a picket line forming outside the entrance doors, their signs read, This place is the Den of Iniquity right here amongst decent God fearing folks, and for the sodomites to leave and stop fornicating and living in sin right under their noses! The loudest voice belongs to that Aunt of his from the bakery across the street.  It looks like the church congregation joined in with the good Parson himself shouting fire brimstone, waving his bible, and throwing what I assume to be holy water on the front entrance doors.” He explained then he went silent again and waited for me to say something.

“Call the cops and see if there’s anything that can be done about clearing them out from the front door of my business. Call Dean and get his ass up to help you, have him call our attorney’s office and get a restraining order against that bitch and her preacher, and anyone else affiliated with them. I cannot and will not bring Scottie into that mess for him to stress and grief over that woman and her actions. Have Dean call me ASAP. And if you would be kind enough to ask your boy to pick up Martin so that they can come over and crash here with Scottie so I can come in and take care of this shit.” I all but choked into the phone as my fury knew no bounds, but I was trying to keep my voice down and not alert Scottie that something was wrong. Mike knew I was pissed as hell and that my anger wasn’t directed at him. I would apologize for my uncharacteristic harshness later, but right now my blood was fairly boiling it way through my veins.

 Mike gave me the affirmative and disconnected the call and I was left wondering what if Mike hadn’t warned me and Scottie and I walked right into that fucking demonstration of ignorance and maliciousness. It would have set him back so far into his shell I wouldn’t be able to get him out again. Any mention of that woman would cause him to draw back, much or less her calling him a sodomite. My hands shook with fury and I was barely able to contain myself as I paced the room drawing air in through my nose and blowing it out of my mouth in efforts to calm my racing pulse enough to pull Scottie out of the tub, dry him off, dress him, and make him breakfast until the other boys arrived to occupy his time.

I wanted Scottie nowhere near that crap. I had warned that bitch to keep her distance and to never even so much as look at Scottie or even speak to him ever again. Now she was going to reap the full affects of my anger and my need to protect the one person I hold dear to my heart, my reason for living. I managed to calm down enough to face Scottie, as if I wasn’t fit to be tied. I had warned that bitch, I warned her to leave my sweet boy alone and to leave me the fuck alone but she had to overstep her bounds, well I warned her, now she was going to see that I am not to be fucked with.

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Scottie’s POV…

I knew something had upset Nolan the minute he had stepped back into the bathroom to help me bathe. He was gentle and patient with me as usual, even with my entire body permanently flushed bright red from blushing through the intimate bath. He was just as sweet and attentive as he made an fed me breakfast. I felt so pampered and so cared for.

I would have been ecstatic except if you looked underneath his gorgeous smile, you could see the hard glint hiding in his gaze. I wanted so much to ask him what was wrong, but I was scared of his answer stating that it was me, that I did something to displease him. But as soon as I finished the thought, I dismissed it. Nolan was a hard ass Dom. If I displeased him, I was sure he would have let me know what my transgression was, and the fact that he had spent days doing the exact opposite, showing me over and over again how happy he was that I was his. I could still hear his whispered praises in my ear. My toes curled and I had to bite back the whimper that threatened to bubble up out of my chest at the erotic memory.

With a slow chaste kiss he left my side the minute Tory and Martin showed up at the door. I didn’t have any plans with them today, so I thought it was strange that they were here, but they were our friends so of course they never needed a specific reason to drop by and say hello. They had barely set foot inside the house before Nolan hurried off to go to the club he had explained. My friends and I settled into the den and turned on the TV after my boyfriend made his hasty retreat. We watched a thrilling episode of Jerry Springer and then the baby daddy drama on the Maury Show before I had enough of their shared guilty glances.

“Wha…What’s w…wrong…” I stopped in the middle of my stuttered sentence and clenched my fists, closed my eyes, and willed myself to calm down. I hated when people knew something that you didn’t and they won’t want to tell you whatever it is. “Tell me.” I snapped at both of my guilty looking friends.

They both stared at me for a good second before they looked at one another, Tory turned back to me and shifted closer. “There is no easy way to say this, so here it goes. Sweetie, your Bitch of an Aunt and all her church going folk are lined up in front of the club condemning all the sodomites straight to Hell.” He stated and they both rested their hands over clasped fists. I knew I must have a stricken look on my face. Why can’t that woman just leave well enough alone? All this was about was the fact that I was no longer under her thumb. I was no longer the shy little nephew she could pawn off on some unsuspecting church girl, or use for free labor and management of her business financial accounts.

Slumping back into the couch with an irritated huff, I wondered what else I had to say to the woman to get her to leave us alone. I felt bad that she was now focusing her bible beating and her band of zealots on my man and my friends. I jumped up and startled Tony and Martin. “Come on, w…we a…are going to deal w…with her.” They both looked at me like I lost my mind, so I walked over and grabbed them by their wrists and tugged up and out of the sofa.

“Your man is going to have kittens is you show up while all this foolishness is going on.” Martin warned as I continued to drag them down the hall and out the front door. I let them go only to slip into my jacket and climb into the car. Tory hopped in readily enough, but Martin hesitated for another minute or two before he got into the car as well. I was nervous, I didn’t know what to expect or even what I was going to say to her. She was the one that called me an abomination, and she was the one that never took the time out to really see what was going on with me. Why won’t she just rejoice in the fact that I was no longer her responsibility, and why rally against a business that absolutely has nothing to do with her?

By the time we got to the to the club we pulled onto the street only to see several police cars and groups of people dispersing on their own or with the help of a line of uniformed officers. We had to park around the corner and walk back towards the club’s entrance. I could feel my nerves take hold of me and my anxiety was threatening to cut off my oxygen supply with all the people and the screaming and shouting that was going on. The closer we go to the angry mob was the slower my steps faltered.

My feet stopped moving after another few seconds altogether, and I could feel the cold sweat popping up all over my skin. That’s when the reins were dropped and I started to hyperventilate. Tory and Martin finally realized that I wasn’t behind them anymore, and they turned around and took one look me and rushed back to my side. The shouting from the angry protestors only made it worse. I wanted to run but my feet wouldn’t move, and I panicked some more. How was I going to calm down when I couldn’t get away from the cause of my distress? What if they saw us and attacked us? These were the things that were running through my frantic brain.

I didn’t even hear Tory as he tried to get me to take deep breaths; I slapped his hands away when he tried to get me to sit down on the sidewalk. My feet wouldn’t move and I so wanted to run. I needed to get to Nolan. I continued to fight off Tory’s helping hands in my state of panic. I wanted to get away from the angry crowd but no matter what I did, I was stood there frozen on the spot. I began to feel light headed as my chest heaved with the desperate attempts to pull oxygen into my depleted body. Everything around me began to spin, and I just wanted to die, but I couldn’t, not before I told Nolan that I love him, please…I wanted Nolan. My breaths panted through my lips and my knees wobbled. I was no longer fighting Tory and he was literally holding me upright…then I heard his voice.

My head snapped up to see Nolan screaming at the officers to get people out of here, and then he jogging towards me with Martin and Dean on his heels. I burst into tears as he reached me and swooped me up and pressed me into his body. I buried my sweaty face in his throat and breathed him in. His scent and the warmth of his body broke through my anxiety, and I released a stuttering breath and tried to regain my composure. Nolan rushed me inside, I was surrounded by a human wall of my friends by the time I made it through the front doors and Mike slammed them closed behind us.

I was rushed into his office and whoever was previously in there, he told them to wait for him in the bar. He sat down on the sofa and shuffled me around until I was sitting in his lap. My face was still buried under his chin. He made soothing sounds and he told me to breathe deeply through my nose and my mouth. He reassured me that I was fine, and that the people outside were being made to leave, and he wasn’t going to let anyone would hurt me. He was there for me, he loved me, and that I was precious to him. I could feel my racing heart slow and swell with overwhelming affection for this man. My breathing stuttered for a whole new reason, and I cuddled closer to his chest and clung to him out of love rather than fear.

 “I’m sorry.” I whispered against the clean warm skin of his throat. I hated being like this. I hated showing how weak and pathetic I can be, and I hated that Nolan had to see it.

He pushed one broad shoulder forward and I was shifted from my haven under his chin. He used his finger and thumb and brought my face up so that my watery gaze met his dark smoldering one. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I wanted you to avoid the stress of seeing the protesters. Why did Martin and Tory bring you down here?” He asked as he continued to rub a soothing hand up and down my spine.

I ducked my head, “I made them bring me when I heard that my Aunt was leading this little get together. It’s just with all the people shouting and screaming it was suddenly too much for me.” I whispered and tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let me. He took my face in the palms of his hands, and I closed my eyes let the warmth radiating off of them seep into my skin.

“Baby, you are perfect as you are. Don’t put yourself down…you are working on getting a handle on your anxiety, you recognize it for what it is, and you are doing something about it. I am so proud of you. It takes a strong person to try to overcome their fears by facing them head on.” He praised me and nuzzled my cheek with the tip of his nose. I looked into his gorgeous eyes and I felt like was ten feet tall…ugh… the way this man made me feel was beyond words. Even now he was looking at me with such reverence, I couldn’t help but to lean in and kiss those beautiful lips.

Nolan cuddled and continued to calm me down for a few more minutes by kissing and loving on me some more. After a while, he eased away and caught my gaze to get my full attention. “Scottie, my lawyers are outside waiting for me, and I want to explain something to you before I proceed with my plans.” He stated and I slipped off his lap, but I didn’t go far. I just moved to his side so that he could have his say. I could see that whatever it was, it was going to be serious. I had to remember to clamp down my jumpy nerves, and that not everything was out to be doom and gloom.

“Baby, when I made the decision to move here, I invested my money in property in and around the area to make my money work for me. My club is an extension of my lifestyle and that of my friends. I wanted to have a safe but fun place where like minded people can come and enjoy themselves in a controlled environment, and after scouting the area, it has so far proven to be a very lucrative business venture. I also bought several of the properties that already housed established businesses. Your Aunt’s bakery being one of them, and she has tried my patience for the last time. I warned her to leave me alone, and especially to leave you alone. I am not going to give her the option of renewing her lease on her business, as matter of fact I am going to break her lease, and those of all business owners that participated in this boycott of my business for the sole purpose of harassing me, stressing you, and the patrons that come here to participate in the lifestyle in peace and privacy.” He explained and immediately I felt bad for them, because some of those people including my Aunt has been in business for years, and now they were going to lose everything.

I knew what she did was just plain evil and wrong and that she was the main person stirring up the other folks and I agreed with Nolan. She needed to lose everything in order to see that she is nothing at all.

But the other people, they are like sheep. They would go for and follow whatever cause that was popular for the moment, it has always been like that. My Aunt on the other hand, she already knew this about the folks around here, because she has been around the longest and others respected that and usually just followed her lead, especially those in the church. “Do you think you can give them an option to apologize or something? I agree about my Aunt, she needs to be taught a lesson; she can more than afford to stop working. She keeps the bakery open just to have it as the gossip hub and as her perch to Lord over everyone else in town. But some of the others, there stores and shops are all they have. She claims herself of being the town Matriarch so to speak, and they just follow her lead. If you take away their businesses it affects it only them but the entire community as well.” I quietly pointed out my point of view to my pissed off boyfriend.

“This is the reason you are so special baby. Right here, right now with the way you see things. You want me to give those people a chance, the same ones standing in front of my business calling me a faggot, calling you, my boyfriend a fag, and shouting to whoever will listen that we are abominations fit only to burn in Hell. And here you sit wanting me to give them the opportunity to do what, continue to live a life of comfort while trying to take away ours? Is that what you are asking me to do?” He asked staring at my bent head and I was scared to look him in the face when he put it like that, but…

“Yes.” I mumbled and began to nervously twist my fingers in my lap. I didn’t want him to be upset, but I also didn’t want him to take his anger out on the people of the community by making them broke either. My Aunt and her new preacher were solely responsible for this situation. I felt that the business owners will feel even more threatened by the fact that if Nolan so chooses, he had the power to actually put them out of business. And those who don’t like the fact that he owns the buildings that their stores and shops are in, they can leave whenever they wish.

“Okay. For you I will them a break, but your Aunt, I am sorry my love, but she needs a reality check.” He said a second before his door was thrust open and Mike informed him there was a situation going on outside and Dean was getting arrested at this very moment.

Nolan shot to his feet and was out the door before I could even had the chance to exhale, then I blinked once and jumped up ran after them. Their longer legs quickly carried them outside and there was a lot of screaming and yelling to be heard. I pushed through the door and the sight that greeted me had me forgetting all about the anxiety or any other fears I may have. Martin was being restrained by a man; I assumed was the new Reverend of the church while my Aunt doused him with water from a bottle hollering nonsense about rebuking the Devil while she did it. Martin as sputtering and gasping under the deluge, Dean was being physically restrained by several police officers, and Mike literally had to jump on Nolan’s back to keep him from harming the man holding Martin; after he managed shoving a protesting Tory into the corner between the wall and the door, blocking his way with his much larger body while holding onto my struggling boyfriend.

The crowd was being pushed back from the scene by other line police officers and they didn’t have any hands to spare to stop this crazy woman, but I did. My entire body was practically vibrating, I was so angry. I pushed my way past my Mike and my furious boyfriend and made a beeline straight for my Aunt, even Martin and the good Preacher stopped struggling as I snatched the bottle of Holy Water from her loose grasp uncapped it and threw the remaining fluids right in her shocked face.

“You should be happy you didn’t burst into flames, you are the only Devil out here.” I screamed at her, and before I did something I truly would regret, like striking a woman, even her. I turned and grabbed an equally shocked Martin out of the stunned Reverend’s arms and marched right back into the club with him. I didn’t even register the fact that everyone had gone completely quiet as they watched the proceeds with their mouth agape. You could have heard a pin drop in the street, it was as quiet as I marched my friend back inside. I continued to drag him to the changing rooms where I helped him dry off since he was too busy staring at me like I was an alien from another planet or something.

It wasn’t until Dean, obviously free from police custody, came thundering into the room with Nolan, Mike, and Tory not far behind him that it hit me, what I had done when he gushed. “Princess, that was so fucking awesome. I could kiss you.” He said a second before he hollered, “What the hell.” And he picked me up and planted a resounding kiss right on my lips. He set me down and almost immediately his head snapped forward from the force of the slap Nolan delivered to the back of his head. Dean just rolled his eyes and chuckled at his friend before gathering Martin and coddled him a bit.

My boyfriend stepped around Martin and Dean; he tucked me into his arms and whispered against my lips. “See, you are awesome.” And I released the giddy little giggle that bubbled up in my throat. The look on her face after getting doused with a little of her own medicine was priceless. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Martin vigorously shaking his head at Dean and I butted in by asking the one question on my mind.

“Why did the preacher pick on you, what were you doing out there after we all came inside?” I asked as I turned in Nolan’s arms and rested against his broad chest.

Martin looked a little stricken and he sort of caved in on himself, but Dean drew him against his side and petted his hair before he was able to answer me. “The new Preacher is my Dad, and I went outside to confront him when he grabbed me and started in on me for working here, he thought the place was a plain restaurant and lounge. Then your Aunt told him it was a some kind of heathen pedophile gay whore house. His words.” He held his fingers in the air to show air quotations. “Now I won’t be able to go back home in peace.” He shrugged it off, but you could see the hurt in his face.

I made a step to go to him and so did Tory but our men held us back, and I looked up at Nolan. He nodded his head towards Dean and I looked over to see that the usually playful man was holding Martin in his arms and quietly whispering to him. So we all decided to give them a little privacy and shuffled back through to the bar. I spied Nolan’s forgotten legal team and I squeezed his hand and caught his eye to silently reminding him of what we discussed earlier. He nodded again and I grabbed Tory’s hand and hauled him off to the kitchen. Mike went back to checking the security feeds and the now empty sidewalk in front of the club. I wondered what Dr. Burns was going to say about this when I go to see her. Yeesh…it felt like it should be five o’clock in the evening instead of just being a little after one o’clock in the afternoon.

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Nolan’s POV…

I barely managed a polite smile as I stood up and shook my attorney’s hands as they filed out of my office after we concluded our business. This whole sordid affair has pissed me off to no end. There was no way I was letting that Bitch walk away from this fiasco free and clear,  for all the bullshit that she has stirred up, I was going to show her exactly what I am capable of.  For Scottie’s sake alone, I had managed to look the other way about her callous treatment of his needs up until now. She has definitely crossed the line and actually had the nerve to stand before my place of business and fuck if she didn’t just insult me insult me, she insulted everyone around me, my friends, my patrons, and yet again, my little one. That fucking preacher of hers was no better either, and Dean was still somewhere in the back of the club trying to reassure and comfort his traumatized his boy.   What man did to Martin was completely uncalled for and to have Scottie witnessing it all just made my blood boil all the more.

The door closed with a resounding thud as I kicked it shut after the last of my high priced lawyers turned the corner down the hall. I stomped my way across the carpet and dropped my ass back into my office chair with a grunt.  I released  a frustrated breath as I rubbed a weary hand over my face. I was beyond livid, I was frightened for Scottie’s safety, I was concerned for Martin’s state of mind, and I needed a way to break this all consuming anger burning its way through my system before I did something foolish, like dragging that bigoted bitch down the middle of the street by her hair and burn her like the witch that she is for everyone to see. My hands literally shook with the need to do something about her.

I know I have faced all kinds of prejudices and small minded people ignorant views before in my life as a gay man, and not only that, a homosexual man that also practices the BDSM lifestyle. Most people believed me to be not only unnatural and ungodly, but I am supposedly a deviant dealing in the taboo as well. Ignorant people who didn’t understand or care to learn about what it really meant to those practicing the lifestyle or even living out and proud. I was a big boy I can handle the comments, the ridicule, and the intolerant attitudes, but when the people I care about are targeted by these unstable assholes, then it’s a whole different story altogether. No one took advantage or made the people in my life feel any less than the brilliant and loving people that they are.

Scottie had pleaded with me to leave his Aunt’s followers alone, that they were really decent people just following the cause of the moment and I agreed only to appease him. People tended to jump on whatever bandwagon sometimes just to say that they were there, or that they were a part of a something, but I drew with line that woman. By the time I am finished with her, she will more than realize just how much she has taken Scottie for granted. I am going to make damn sure she has absolutely nothing left, and I will be damned if she would look to Scottie for any kind of assistance. Sometimes you had to take away everything from a person for them to realize what they had in the first place.

I shot up out of my seat and growled as I viciously threw the glass paper weight on my desk across the room, it shattered into a starburst multiple pieces, the shimmering shards of glass winked brilliantly under the overhead lights  before they scattered across the plushy carpeted floor. A few seconds later, my office door was slammed wide open. Scottie and Tory was standing there in the doorway staring wide eyed concern from me to the scattered pieces of glass on the carpet and then finally at the minor dent in the wall from the impact of the heavy paper weight. I stood there with my fists clenched at my sides and the feelings of helplessness swirling around in my head. If Scottie hadn’t been there to calm me down, I knew I would have done something as deplorable as striking a woman. I had felt the  urge to choke the shit out of her when I arrived to see her smug face as she screamed all kinds of bullshit about my place of business and my friends, and even myself. But I drew the line when she had started in on Scottie.

I watched as my baby leaned over and whispered something in Tory’s ear, he never took his eyes off of me as Tory nodded and quickly scurried away. Scottie stepped over the thresh hold and closed the door behind him. Those pretty crystalline blue eyes studied me for a moment before he made his way over towards me. He stopped only when he had pressed himself firmly against my body. “Baby, please calm down. I know you are extremely upset by what happened today and the deplorable actions of  the rest of my family.”

I wrapped my arms around his slender waist and pulled even tighter against my chest. I savored this feeling his soft warmth enveloping me right down to my very bones. I stepped back and tried to step away from him before my foul mood spread and he got caught in the cross fire.

“Scottie, I…..” I gaped at a loss for words. I had no idea how to explain to this tender soul that I needed to release this energy or harm someone with.

Scottie took  me by the hand and led me over to the plush sofa in the corner of my office and sat me in the middle of it. He shyly but determinedly looked me in the eye. “I have a feeling that I know what you need right now. You are wound so tight, love. You need to let go of some of it, if not all of what happened out there today, we all made it through the entire ordeal okay. It could have been worse, remember that.” My baby wisely stated as I watched mesmerized as he nimbly climbed onto my lap and settled his delectable ass on my thigh’s, just below where my shaft pulsed and hardened as it took notice to the proximity of its own personal haven.

I was speechless as his slender little fingers brushed through my hair over and over again before he applied a little bit more pressure with each sweeping pass until he was massaging my scalp in earnest. I couldn’t help but to groan out loud and let my head go loose on my neck. I felt like he was summoning all the tension from the very tips of my toes, up the length of my body, and releasing the buildup of it through the top of my head. I just deflated right there where I sat like a balloon that someone was slowly leaked the air out of. 

“That’s it sweetie, just relax for me.” Scottie whispered in his sweet little voice and my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head as he shifted and planted that shapely butt right on top of my hot needy member. My hands automatically flew to his hips and my hips rocked forward as I rubbed myself against the heat of his ass. I didn’t miss the sexy little whimper he released nor the fact that those firm fingers sank just a little deeper into my scalp, but he never missed a beat as he kept rubbing away. I am sure that Scottie was fully aware that he may be taking away my angry and frustrated tension way but he was damn sure replacing with a new kind, the sexual kind.

I had no filter left in my brain when I lunged forward and captured those luscious cheery red lips with mine. It was just a  mere brush of our mouths together before I stuck out my tongue and licked his plump sweet bottom lip. “Baby, you are making me horny, if you don’t stop, I am going to strip you naked fling you in my desk and spread you wide open as I fuck you until we are both boneless.” I purred and felt his entire body quiver against mine and the little vixen actually deepened the caress and drew my bottom lip into the warm cavern of his mouth and sucked on the soft flesh. I felt that little pull punch me straight in the balls and that was it for me.

I stood straight up with my boy still in my arms, he gave a surprised little yelp and wrapped his slender legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I gave him no time to do anything else as I crashed my lips over his and thrust my tongue straight into the honey haven of his mouth. I let my tongue flex and explore every corner of his mouth, savoring the taste of him as I traced his teeth, the roof of his palate, until I finally chased and captured his tongue. I sucked on the warm wet muscle like I wanted to suck on his mouth watering cock.

Scottie was rubbing himself all over me as I slowly made my way over to the desk I promised that I was going to suck him on. My fingers found the hem of his shirt as I eased his soft little rounded ass onto the surface of the desk. I made sure that just the barest minimum of his butt was on the desk, that way his legs were still wrapped around my hips and I had the perfect advantage to rock my rock hard erection against his in the cradle of his parted thighs. I flipped the material over his head and it fluttered through the air and landed forgotten on the floor.

Scottie immediately latched both his lips and his arms back onto me, his hands carded into my hair and I could feel his piercings rub against my chest. I forgot about everything as my mind clouded with unbridled lust, my senses filled with nothing but Scottie, his taste, his smell, the feel of his slender but firm body crushed against mine. Scottie hands were plucking at my clothes and I dragged my lips away from his, we both stared at each other panting like we just ran a marathon.

“Strip!” I barked out the order  as I stepped back and nearly shredded the clothes off of my body as Scottie scrambled to do my bidding. My pants and my boxers had barely hit the floor before I skirted around my desk to grab some lube in the bottom drawer. My hands were literally shaking with anticipation and when I came back around the desk, my heart almost stopped at the sight of Scottie standing there completely naked. His hands were crossed in front of his long slender cock, and his gorgeous eyes were fixed on the floor. I know he felt my eyes roaming over the expanse of his beautiful unblemished skin. The gold bars of his nipple piercings glinted and winked at me as if they were inviting my attentions.

I threw the supplies onto the surface of the desk and turned and picked Scottie up by his waist and firmly sat him on top of my everyday work area. I crowded in between those creamy thighs and dropped to my knees and swallowed the entire length of his shaft in one gulp. Scottie threw his back and cried out, his arms flailed for a moment before he had the wherewithal to thrust his fingers into my hair and hold on as I bobbed up and down a his turgid flesh. Hollowing my cheeks on every upstroke, I tasted the salty sweetness of his pre-cum on my tongue and I wanted more.

My baby was incoherent under my ministrations and I looked up to see that those beautiful baby blue eyes were blown wide open, they were almost all the way black with lust. His lips were dewy pink, wet and parted as he panted for air. He was rolling his slender hips as he pushed his member deeper and deeper into the back of my throat. Scottie was fucking stunning like this, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be buried deep inside of him. I continued to flick my tongue over the oversensitive crown of the bulbous head of his shaft as my hand flopped around on the surface of the desk for the lube. Once I found it, I wasted no time popping the cap and slicking my fingers with the slippery fluid. I wrapped my forearms around his thighs and pulled him to the very edge of the desk. I made sure that there was nothing behind him and I slowly rose to my feet. I carried his shapely legs with me so that he had no choice but to lean back until he was lying down with his ankles splayed wide open on my shoulders.

Leaning forward I forced his knees into his chest and gave him a lascivious grin, he blushed as he realized he was on full display for me, spread wide open and waiting for whatever it was that I was going to do to him. My slippery  fingers glided over his balls and skimmed over his perineum, and into the warm crease between his shapely cheeks. When they found that little striated star, the little muscle kissed my fingers as I playfully rimmed the muscle, teasing it into submission.

Scottie keened and arched his elegant spine off the surface of the furniture when the tip of my finger breached his protective ring of nerves. My rigid shaft twitched and pulsed out another load of pre-ejaculate, the sensations alone were enough to make me cream all over myself. I patiently worked up to three fingers into his the hot smooth haven of his rippling channel. His chute was tight and felt so fucking good as I prepared him for my cock. Words were not needed between us, we communicated by touch, with kisses, and with every sweet and mind numbing caress that we graced upon each other.

 Soon, my sweet boy was rolling his hips, thrusting that tight ass onto my fingers as I held in wrists in one hand above his head as I gently tormented his pierced nipples with my teeth while he fucked my other hand. I reared up and looked down at the picture of raw need that he presented, lying there like a pagan offering on my desk. I gently eased my fingers out of his body and eagerly applied the lube to my throbbing cock and generously all around his prepared entrance. I grabbed a slender ankle in each hand and I spread him wide open and I pushed his legs forward. The head of my dripping shaft bumped against his stretched hole and I pushed in and almost lost myself completely as his chute literally sucked me deep into his body.

I wedged my wide shoulders in between his trembling thighs and bent him almost in half pushing myself even deeper into the silken heat of his passage. I could feel his muscles quivering as they were stretched to capacity around my girth. I went completely still to give him time to assimilate to my invasion, but my baby had other ideas. I heard the breathless quality of his voice penetrating the pounding rush of blood filling my ears. Scottie was rocking his hips and pleading for me to move, so I did. I infinitesimally rocked my pelvis back and forth until Scottie dug his heels into my spine and rubbed himself up and down my shaft demanding more until I matched his rhythm. My baby wanted to go hard, so I eased up, spread my legs wider for a better center of gravity and began pounding into him like this was the last time we were ever going to fuck.

I plunged into him over and over again, go harder and deeper with every thrust. Scottie was holding on white knuckled to the lip of the desk, his legs were wrapped around my ribs as I fucked him hard enough to rock the entire desk. My papers fell to the floor, my computer monitor tumbled over, the handset to the phone fell off its cradle, and I didn’t give a shit as I threw my head back and groaned in utter unadulterated ecstasy and fucked on. The entire piece of furniture tiled to the side but I refused to stop. Scottie couldn’t let go to pump his own cock so I wrapped my fingers around the angry red organ and pumped him from root to tip. He screamed as his back arched completely off the surface of the desk and he came like old faithful, white thick fluid sprayed high into the air, it landed on the desk, on me, on him, and even on the chair behind the desk.

His mouth was wide open and his eyes were  tightly clenched shut as his ass mercilessly clamped down on around my width. I could barely move as his channel milked me for all that I was worth. I felt like my head was going to explode, the both of them as my release zinged through my body like a flash burn. My balls drew up, quivered,  and they felt like they turned completely inside out as I erupted deep inside of my boy. My shaft pumped and pulsed out what seemed like every drop of semen in my balls into Scottie. My baby was a limp mewling mess underneath me. His slender chest was covered in sweat and come as he heaved for much needed air. I was no better as my body finally stopped twitching and I caught my weight on my arms as I leaned over him still buried deep in his passage. I was gasping, wheezing almost for oxygen.

He coughed and wearily raised one hand to brush the sweat off of my forehead. “Baby, I hope you are feeling better now because if not there is no way I can repeat this much or less walk for the foreseeable future.”  And he bit his kiss swollen bottom lip and stared up at me.

I couldn’t help the bark of laughter to bubbled out of my throat. I laughed so hard I slipped from his body and slumped over the him while he giggled beneath me. When I finally got a hold of myself I used the lat of my waning strength to carry him to the bathroom. I patiently cleaned him and dressed him before dressing myself. I just tumbled the both of our exhausted bodies onto the couch and let my mind just glow in the aftermath of loving. Nothing else mattered right now.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Scottie’s POV…

My therapy session with Dr. Burns this morning was a little more intense than usual, I was still coming to terms with the anger and betrayal I felt with all the disturbance my Aunt and her band of followers caused my friends and my boyfriend a few days ago right in front of the club. Nolan wasn’t just mad he was livid about the entire situation and not just the homophobic nonsense they were spewing about all of us in the middle of the sidewalk. I honestly believed that my boyfriend wasn’t going to calm down anytime soon and there is nothing that I can do to make it better.

I knew that he didn’t really care so much about what they said about him, but they had verbally assaulted me and physically assaulted Martin, and that was what had set him off with Dean right along with him. I have never seen Dean upset before, he was always the prankster and even when the jokes were on me, I couldn’t help but to laugh at his antics and the way he always refers to me as Princess. It was really upsetting for me to see the happy go lucky man get so distressed over Martin and the treatment he received from his own father.

My foot had barely touched the sidewalk in front of the club when I stepped out of the cab. Mike had thrown the front door wide open and marched over towards me with purpose in his step. He scanned up and down the street for any possible threats as he escorted me into the building. Nolan’s security team has been on high alert and it was a miracle that I didn’t have a bodyguard following me around since he was busy with his legal team recently. He was still upset about Tory and Martin bringing into the middle of the fray the other day, so we have sort of been regulated to our separate corners until our men felt that we were behaving as we should.

It didn’t  concern me too much because they have been too busy to keep an eye on us anyway. And the proof glaringly obvious when I walked into the club and I was immediately yanked into the hallway and hustled into the carnivorous kitchen. I turned around and looked at Tory and I nearly burst out laughing because my friend was fabulously dressed like a pastry chef, but instead of the chef’s pristine white uniform. His chef’s hat, scarf, and apron was bright fuchsia pink with, “Kiss The Chef,”  in bold black letters across the front. I had to bite my lip as my head swiveled around to see Martin shrug his shoulders and shake his head at our friend’s outrageousness.

“Okay darlings, our men have been much to busy lately and they need a break. So we are going to make them cookies. Chef gave me the recipes and he is in the kitchen office if we need his help, but I don’t think we will. Between the three of us, we got this.” He chirped as he bounced over to the opposite wall and came back with aprons for Martin and I.

We took the protective garments from him and I eyeballed Martin  as we shrugged the aprons over our heads and tied the strings around our waists. I was trying to silently convey my concern about this plan. He must have picked up on the message because he turned to Tory and placed both hands on his shoulders to keep him still.

“It sounds like a good idea, but this is not a regular kitchen, and these ovens are definitely not like the ones at home. How many cookies are we supposed to be baking?” Martin asked and I was almost afraid of Tory’s answer the way his bright eyes lit up and he began to hop up and down despite Martin’s hands holding his shoulders.

Tory stopped his exuberant show of anticipation long enough to pull a piece of paper from his pocket and he rattled off, “Three dozen of each of the following flavors…Chocolate chip, lemon, white chocolate with macadamia nut, and oatmeal raisin. Each flavor is a favorite of our men.” He babbled on as he scurried over to one of the industrial refrigerators and began pulling the ingredients out of the fridge. Next, he scampered into the huge pantry and came back pulling a sack of flour that was almost weighed as much as he did. We quickly ran over to help him with the heavy burden and we heaved the sack onto the stainless steel prep counter, it landed in a puff of white powder and with a heavy thud.

The next thing I knew I was elbow deep in sticky watery goo and I was trying my best to kneed the ball of flour, baking soda, eggs, warm water, and chocolate chips into submission. I tried to extract my hands from the gelatinous mound of what is  supposed to be better was a whole lot harder than it sounded. Working in my Aunt’s bakery, I knew for a fact that cookie batter was supposed to be firmer than this mass of sweet smelling paste in front of me. I looked over at Martin and he looked like he was wrestling with his lemon batter and from the frown on his face, it looked like his mass of dough was winning the battle.

But Troy refused to let the attack of cookie dough get the better of us, and he came over and cheerfully added a few scoops of flour into the big mixing bowls that we were using. He performed this task without giving us any warning whatsoever, so we were doused with flour and we started coughing as we were surrounded in a cloud of flour. It coated all over our skin and clothes, and I frantically waved my hand in front of my face to try clear the air enough around me to be able to at least breathe. Martin  was doing the same thing and of course this resulted in pieces of batter flying all over the place, so not only were we coated in a fine sheen of white powder, now we had bright yellow batter and chocolate chunks sticking all over skin, our faces, in our hair, and all over our aprons as well.

I wanted to give up on this adventure but again, I didn’t want to hurt Tory’s feelings so we kept on going until we finally got the batter to have some semblance of consistency. I t was firm enough for us to scoop neat little circles onto the wax paper lined baking trays. Tory was busy fiddling with the controls of the oven and I wanted to call Chef out of his office to do it, but again I didn’t want to upset Tory, he was so set and determined to have us conquer this task on our own. He kept saying that our men will appreciate all our hard work in the end. I had a bad feeling about this and I sent up a silent prayer to the heavens As we slid tray after tray into the hot ovens. I should have paid more attention in the kitchen of my Aunt’s bakery over the years, but I had much preferred hiding in the solitude of the office and  now here we were completely covered in goop, the kitchen was a mess.

Martin and I left Tory with the timer to supervise the baking goodies and we hurried around the kitchen trying to clean up before Chef saw it and proceed to have a fit over it. We wiped and wiped and scrubbed and polished until my elbows hurt. Let me tell you trying to clean up sticky dough off a stainless steel surface is torture. Tory was currently sweeping flour and bits of batter into a dust pan and I was scrubbing the cook top like I was Ralph Macchio in the, “Karate Kid,” when Mr. Miyagi started his karate training with him cleaning, wax on, wax off.

I was well into my cleaning zone when the sudden high pitched wail of the smoke detectors jarred me out of thoughts and my head snapped up to see Tory go into full panic mode, he began flapping his arms frantically in the air, like the action alone could prevent what was happening. Thick black smoke billowed from behind the oven doors. Chef came running out of his office and when he took in the mess, he immediately ran over to the wall and grabbed the fire extinguisher. I heard foot steps quickly thundering up the hall and then large hands wrapped around my waist and I was pulled way from the smoking appliances and into the hallway. I jumped as the sprinklers on the ceiling kicked on from the heat and we were all doused in cold water.

Chef continued to spray the cooling foam all over the stoves and Dean and Nolan joined in to help him as Mike stood guard over us. Soon enough we watched wide eyed as a troop of firefighters arrived decked out in their full gear. The lead man was huge, and that was all that I could tell about him because he face was covered like the others with protective uniforms. Mike scooted us out out of the way as the big firefighter barked out orders to his crew and pointed where he wanted them to go with the big shiny tool he was holding in one hand. It looked like some kind of spike or pick or something, and it looked it weighed more than I did, but he was wielding the tool one-handed with ease.

The ovens were doused with the fire crew’s extinguishers and some of them brought air blowers into the room and set them up, the sprinklers abruptly shut off, and soon enough order was restored. Nolan’s head snapped towards us and I shifted a little further behind Mike’s muscular bulk. The kitchen had been reduced to a smoky, sopping wet mess. Water and soot puddled all over the tiled floor and the remaining smoke billowed in circles in the air above our heads before the vents over the stoves sucked it out of the room. The firefighters finally opened the ovens, and with another puff of wispy smoke they extracted the charred trays of cookies and placed them on the prep counter. The cookies resembled little round black lumps of coal, and I heard Tory sigh deeply before he caught himself and lowered his gaze to the floor as Mike glared at him.

The lead firefighter cleared his all his men out of the kitchen except to a few of them, they removed their helmets and their protective hoods that covered their head and face. My jaw almost dropped at how good looking these men were. They still didn’t compare to my Nolan, but damn, they were calendar worthy. The big guy looked like a mocha skinned Adonis. Even I could recognize that he was a man in charge. He held out his hand and shook First Nolan’s hand and then Dean’s, he nodded at Mike standing by us as he introduced himself as Captain of Ladder 49 crew,  Xavier Washington. He went down the line and introduced his colleagues, a gorgeous slender young man with incredible blond curls and bright blue eyes, his name was Robert. They were two other guys that were similar in coloring brown hair,and both had green eyes, their names were Charles, “Chuck” the first brunette corrected his boss, and the other guy’s name was Dave. And then Captain Washington turned those intense chocolate eyes in our direction and asked us what happened.

We all hemmed and hawed at first. I am sure we looked like sticky half drowned dough covered rats by this point. Mike crossed his massive arms across his equally large chest and forcefully cleared his throat. Tory jumped and kept his gaze on the floor and he opened his mouth and babbled out the entire story of wanting make cookies for all of them on what seemed like one long breath.

The firefighters stood there for a good two minutes blinking unbelievably at us before they started chuckling, and I wished right then and there that the floor would just open up and swallow me. I could feel my anxiety getting ready to spike and I clenched my fists and closed my eyes and tried to practice the breathing exercises that Dr. Banks taught me. Nolan came over to me and dragged me messy and all into his arms and whispered his encouragements in my hear and telling me over and over again that everything was okay and that the kitchen could be fixed. He was just glad that we were unharmed.

Nolan continued to hold me close to his body tucked under his arm as he gave one of the brunettes the necessary information he was writing on his report. The other guy, Dave gathered their equipment and carried it out to what I assumed was their truck outside. Dean was busy talking to the Captain a little off to the side of the room, and I saw him slip the Captain a business card while the pretty blonde guy blushed at his side. Hmm…I forgot all about my anxiety as I watched the big man’s hand circle the back of the blonde’s neck and he seemed to have melted right there under the his lover’s touch. After a few minutes they separated and got back to their job, they cleared the scene and wished us well. I had a feeling that I would see that couple again sometime soon.

Nolan pointed us all towards the locker rooms and instructed us to shower while he called a cleaning crew and his insurance adjusters. I felt so bad about the entire situation, but my boyfriend just pecked me on the lips and reassured me that accidents happens and that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Dean gave Martin a stern swat on the ass before sending him off with to the showers with Tory and I. The three of us sulked off to locker room to bathe and change out our ruined clothes like our men told us to. God, we needed to learn how to stay out of trouble when we were together.

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Nolan POV…

Warning

Finally, I was finished with my never ending paperwork, well for the evening at least.  I had to bring the most of it home with me since the club was closed due to the fire damage in the kitchen. It will remain closed until the following weekend, which is a good thing. It will give the contractors time to make the necessary repairs the kitchen and steam clean the rest of the affected areas. The smell of smoke and burnt cookies still permeated all through the hallways and the dining room. I had to shake my head and chuckle when I recalled the picture that our boys presented after all the excitement was over and done with. Dean, Mike, and I  had looked into three little soot covered faces, and they really were an absolute mess. They had several pieces of cookie dough all over them and they were also liberally dusted with flour and God knows what else.

Three pairs of big wide eyes in varying colors had stared guiltily back at us and I couldn’t find it within myself to punish them for destroying several ovens. One could almost feel poor Callum’s dismay after he had assessed the damage to his domain, but he had perked right up when he heard he was getting all brand new equipment. I don’t know what Dean or Mike had planned for their wayward boys, but I couldn’t punish Scottie when he was only trying to do something nice for all of us, it was an unfortunate accident.

I had made sure to point out that little piece of information to both Dean and Mike before we had all left the club for the evening. The insurance adjusters were prompt when I had called  them to notify them of the little accident and make a claim. They had come and done their thing, cut me a check, and left with a minimum of questions being asked. It was a damn good thing they were prompt because their premiums gave me heart burn every time I had to write that damned monthly check for their payment. At least now I know I am getting my money’s worth. The other piece of business  I had to handle was that I finally received the deed to the building that housed Scottie’s Aunt’s bakery. My main attorney Pierce had made sure to put it as his top priority when he heard the reason why I wanted that particular business so bad. While Pierce and I weren’t that close, he is also gay and a Dominant who recently joined my club. He seemed to be a good guy and he got along great with Dean, but then again everyone got along great with Dean, that was just who my best friend is, just a friendly and genuine person.

Pierce Knight is a prominent and a very influential Attorney in the are and along with few other high ranking business men who were also members of my club were behind me one hundred percent when I knew for a fact that I was going to shut down her business for being homophobic bitch that she is. But when I thought about it some more, Scottie may have feelings about it if I do. In the heat of anger at the time of the incident, I had told him outright of what my plans were for her and even though he didn’t say anything specifically about her, just the people following her. I knew my baby still wasn’t happy about my decision. Molly’s business was an established staple in the area long before I moved here and opened my club. I had invested in several other real estate properties in the area and settled in in the area quite nicely until she decided to take me on and more importantly, she disrespected the love of my life. She cannot think that she can get away with boycotting my establishment and spitefully try hurt my boy the way she did.

I cleared my desk by picking up all the documents and placing them in my home safe and locked them away. I was going to have to have a serious talk with my boy and see what he wanted to do about his Aunt’s businesses. I may be on the fence with my own decision right now, but one thing I know for sure was the fact that I wasn’t going her get away with her insults, call me spiteful, but she needed to feel the consequences of her actions. Maybe her self-righteousness sensibilities will eat her alive if she knew that she would now have to pay a faggot, a sinner, and a deviant her monthly rent, and maybe she will be so offended that she will close up shop, move far far away, and make my life and Scottie’s a whole lot easier. And for the good preacher, I told Dean that he and Martin should both press charges against him for assault and discrimination, but whatever they choose to do, it was their personal business. The Reverend was Martin’s father after all, so there was a whole simmering cauldron of mixed feelings going around with this entire mess.

I stopped by the kitchen on the way to our bedroom and grabbed a bottle of water and continued down the hallway. When I stepped through the door, there was no sign of Scottie in the main bedroom. I walked further into the room and saw that the en-suite bathroom light was on and I made my way over. But I abruptly stopped walking halfway to the door with the water bottle suspended in mid air halfway to my lips. God damn. All I could do was stand there and stare dumbfounded at Scottie’s beauty. He was standing in the bathtub, and he was using the hand held shower head to rinse his favorite vanilla scented body wash from his body.

 My baby was completely naked, wet, and simply mouthwatering as his skin glowed under the illumination of overhead light fixture. Scottie didn’t notice that I was standing here lusting after him like a horn dog. He was busy finishing up his bath, and the motion of those slender fingers gliding over his gorgeous slippery skin had me very interested cock grow instantly and painfully hard. It pulsed behind my zipper like it wanted to burst out of my jeans and praise the good Lord above for creating the beauty standing just a few feet away from me.

Without a second thought, I set the water bottle on top of the vanity and I popped open the buttons on my jeans. I let the well worn material slip down my legs before I stepped out of them. Scottie head had snapped up when he heard the buttons popping through the denim holes and his crystalline blue eyes met mine and went wide as my pants pooled around my ankles. A pleased smirk curled the corners of my mouth as I stalked towards the tub, his pretty blue eyes were riveted on my swaying dick. I was working from home, so therefore I had been shirtless all night as well as going commando underneath my jeans. I never felt the need to be fully dressed in my own house unless I am entertaining for business purposes.

But right now the only entertaining I was going to be doing was that of getting my boy to suck me off before I fuck his delectable ass all over this room. All thoughts of homophobic family members, burnt kitchens, and property ownership flew right out of my head as my baby respectfully lowered his beautiful eyes and went completely still until I stepped into the warm bubbly water he had half filled the tub with for his own bath.

“Would you like me to wash you, Sir?” He whispered in his sweet little voice and my rigid shaft throbbed and pulsed out a healthy amount of pre-cum in reaction to his words. My brain immediately switched into my Dominant frame of mind with Scottie submitting so beautifully to my needs right in front of me.

I leaned over and allowed my lips to brush the fleshy tip of his earlobe. “Yes, sweet boy. I want you to wash me from head to toe. I want you to take your time, and I want to feel your little hands everywhere on me.” I instructed him as he shivered with each brush of my lips against his sensitive skin.

His voice wavered as he answered me with a simple, “Yes, Sir.”

I corrected my stance and waited until he turned and reached for my sandalwood body wash, he bent at the waist and I ran the palm of my hand over his shapely butt cheek before I gave him a sharp stinging slap on the wet skin. My baby gasped as I watched the area turn white before it flared pink in the shape of my hand. I had to bite my lip to contain my groan of pleasure at the erotic sight. Scottie turned to face me and he lifted the shower head to let warm water drizzle all over my shoulder and down my chest. It pleased me to no end when my boy’s sole focus was on my body. The look of pure naked adoration and heat in his shy gaze never ceased to make me feel ten feet tall.

I gathered enough brain function to once again lean over him and let my hand rub the warmed flesh of his rounded bottom. I made sure to gently caress the area and ease the sting of my slap away. I did sigh when his soft slick little hands made contact with my neck and he began to rub soothing circles into the muscles there. The soap on his hands let them glide over my skin in a sensual dance and I just wanted to melt right there at his feet. by the time my sweet boy made it to the ridges of my abdomen, I was practically vibrating with anticipation. My blood zinged through my veins and I looked down to see Scottie with his plump pink bottom lip in between his teeth, his face set as he concentrated on  his task, and his pretty blushing cock hard as a rock and dripping for me.

I licked my lips as I debated whether or not to drop to my knees and suck his shaft into the back of my throat, or let him finish with his task of washing my body before shoving my aching cock into the hot cavern of his tempting mouth. But as I was thinking of what I wanted to do, I looked up and my eyes caught our reflection in the mirror on the wall. And the image I saw there nearly made me cum all over myself. My much taller muscular frame towered over his smaller delicate one, and the contrast of my darker skin tone to his creamy white skin stood out under the bathroom’s lighting. I watched my hand caressing his luscious rounded globe of his delectable derriere as his hands roamed over my body. He cupped and washed my hard as steel erection and my tight balls, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the erotic image we presented in the mirror.

Letting my fingers slip into the warm crease of his ass, I continued to watch myself intimately touch my little love’s willing body. The actual sight of it, along with the feel of it snapped what little control I had left when it came to Scottie and sinking myself as deep as I can get into his welcoming body. I spun him around and wrapped one hand around his hot flushed cock and another around his slender column of his throat and held his head straight forward. “Look baby, and watch me pleasure you and prepare you to take my big dick.” I lasciviously purred into the shell his ear as I spied his eyes flashing to our reflection in the mirror in front of us. I began a slow but steady rhythm of pumping his dripping length in my fist from root to tip. My baby  leaned his head back and on my shoulder but kept his eyes firmly focused on our images.

He  mewled when our gazes met and held, we continued to look at each other as I continued to stroke him. Scottie began to rock his sweet ass along the length of my shaft and I removed my hand from his neck to reach for the lube we kept on the side of the sub. and handed it to him. “Open it and slick my fingers baby, I can’t wait to push them into your hot needy hole baby.” I flicked my tongue out and tasted the fragrant flesh of his damp neck. My boy groaned and thrust his slim hip forward driving his cock through my fist harder.

My own fluids were helping me slick his crevice between his cheeks as my cock continued to pulse out a steady stream of pre-ejaculate. I added my finger to the mix and I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his slender fingers dig into my thighs when my determined digit slid through the first ring of muscle and into his silken channel. “Yes, that’s t baby, feel me watch me pleasure you and take my pleasure in you.” I growled at him and looked on as he struggled to keep his eyes from closing as I finger fucked him.

“Bend over and put your hands on the lip of the tub.” And Scottie quickly complied without dislodging my digits from his chute. “Keep watching, baby.” I barked when he went to bury his chin in his chest. His head snapped back up and his glazed over gaze met mine. Scottie’s pupils were fully blown. His pretty lips were slightly parted and wet. The look of sheer desire on his face had me snatching the lube bottle up and pouring the viscous fluid over my cock one handed. His gaze never left mine as I withdrew my fingers and quickly replaced it with the bulbous head of my throbbing shaft.

“Please, please take me, Sir…Nolan, I need to feel you inside me.” Scottie quietly and I needed no further encouragement than that. I forcefully snapped my hips forward and plunged into him all the way to the hilt. We never stopped staring into each others eyes through our reflections in mirror, the special coating kept them from fogging and I was never more grateful for that simple luxury. My entire body shuddered from head to toe in reaction to one of the most erotic acts I have ever had the pleasure to be involved in. It was like standing on the outside looking in, but we were feeling every sensation, the heat of our bodies gliding together, and the life altering experience making love to each other. This was more than fucking, more than a scene, it was an expression of our love for one another.

I caressed the smooth skin of his back, and I mapped each knot on his elegant spine as I pumped in and out of him. Scottie’s silky channeled pulled me in and milked the length of my shaft with each spine tingling thrust. My baby was mewling, whimpering, and panting my name as I lost myself completely in him. I kept pounding, pumping, and chasing my release, but I was just as determined that he found his before I did. I snaked my hand around his quivering abdomen and wrapped my fingers around his bouncing shaft, and in that moment, that very second where I felt his channel clamp mercilessly around the girth of my invading member, Scottie’s eyes flew up to mine and the look of sheer ecstasy flitting across his face as he came did me in.

My blood pounded through my ears like a freight train and my vision blurred as my release slammed into me like the shocks of a 9.0 earthquake on the Richter scale. My entire body jerked and shuddered like I was having some kind if seizure. And my muscles continued to quiver with each needy pull of my little love’s inner muscles fluttering along the length of my oversensitive shaft. My knees wobbled and I grabbed Scottie by his hips and pulled him with me as I planted my ass in the now tepid water. I settled him in my lap and we were still intimately connected. Scottie hissed as he shifted himself a little to make himself comfortable and I knew I should pull out of him, but I wanted the moment to last for just a longer.

Finally, I was soft enough to slip out in a rush of warm fluids, and I used my toe to pull up the stopper to let the cold water drain out of the tub. I replaced the stopper and toggled the faucets until we were hip deep in warm water before I shut the faucets off. No words were needed as I snuggled him against my chest and gently washed his  body and massaged his limbs. I sighed as contented as the cat that got his fill of cream. This is what it’s all about, having my boy here in my arms, loving me, and needing me just as much as I love and need him.

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

A/N-Cry, there are only maybe two more chapters including the epilogue after this one before Nolan and Scottie’s story comes to a close, now I know before you guys even start that you are going to ask me for Dean and Martin’s story, and the answer is I don’t know. I do have a surprise coming up for you guys though, there will be a f/u book to Submissive 1&2, of course it’s titled Submissive 3&4 you may see some characters you will recognize from both the CEO and His Boy, just maybe not the ones you think, xoxo stay tuned. Dianna

Scottie…

I thanked Mike for opening the front door for me as I walked into the club. My appointment with Dr. Burns went very well today. I felt a sense of pride when she praised me on the progress I was making socially. She was very impressed with my submissive training and she credited alot of my success to what Nolan was teaching had me was actually dealing with my anxiety and stress. She believed that when we are taking on D/s roles in the lifestyle, Nolan takes my concerns, my stressors, and even my agitation away by making me refocus my attention on other things, (and insert blush here.)

My triggers were null and void when I let go and submerged myself in my subspace. The only down point to our session was the fact that Dr. Burns told me that she’s reducing our biweekly meetings to only once a week because she felt that I was progressing very well with my treatments. She believed that my Dominant, my boyfriend has me exactly where I needed to be physically and mentally. She asked my permission to discuss my progress only with Nolan and my continued plan of care with him, and she immediately called him when I gave my consent.

By the time I left her office I felt like I was walking ten feet tall. Nolan had agreed with her assessment and I listened on the speaker phone as he praised me for my bravery and my strength. I was so going to climb under his desk and show him my gratitude when I got back to the club. As a matter a fact a brilliant idea popped into my head and I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent simultaneous text messages to both Tory and Martin at the same time. I knew Martin was already at the club, he and Dean were preparing for a VIP show in the Dungeon later this evening. It was the perfect time to spring my surprise on my man.

There was an added bounce to my step when I burst through Nolan’s office door only to stop dead in my tracks when I saw that he was in the middle of a meeting with two very well dressed men. They were seated across from his desk and all eyes were on me poised almost mid-step as I was in the entrance way. “Um…Sorry, I didn’t know that you were having a business meeting this afternoon, if you’ll excuse…”

“Don’t worry about it baby, our business dealings are done for the afternoon. Come in and close the door, I want you to meet these two fine gentlemen here, they are good friends of mine as well as my legal team.” Nolan waved me over towards him. I could feel the my anxiety spike a little bit, but I took a deep calming breath through my nose and blew it out through my mouth. Nolan would never introduce people to me that he didn’t feel that they were important enough for them to even be allowed to remain in the same room with me. Once I had a tight rein over my emotions again, I focused my attention on my boyfriend, and the proud sparkle in his gorgeous eyes had me centered and calm in no time.

I quickly made my way to his side and I didn’t even blush when he tugged me down to sit in his lap. What had me blushing was when the tall blond gentleman leaned forward and regard me for a minute before flicking those ice blue eyes on Nolan’s face and smiled big, showing even white teeth. “My congratulations Nolan, your boy is exquisite. I am almost green with envy.”

“Thank you Myles, Scottie is a treasure. I am surprised to hear that you haven’t found a boy yet up in the city at the other Dungeon you belong to. Aren’t Marcus Roche’s boys just as gorgeous as the ones here?” Nolan asked the big blond as my eyes flicked over to the dark haired Adonis next to him. Damn, I wondered where the hell did these men, mine included came from, it was like when God created their gene pool he broke the mild after he made these Alpha males.

I never met either of the men before, but I have seen the dark haired one several times in the club meeting with Nolan before and after my Aunt’s shameful display outside. And Nolan confirmed their presence when he formally introduced me to the gorgeous pair of men.

“Scottie, this is Myles Callahan and his legal partner Philip McMahon of Callahan & McMahon Attorney’s at Law. They have been my legal team for a long time now. Myles and I went to college together and him and his ethical practices led him to my competetor’s Roche, Carter, and Jennings leather club also named the Dungeon in the city. I am trying to convince Philip here to get a membership here, but his ethics are just the same. so I am going to introduced him to another friend of mine, Julius over at club Bliss.” Nolan ranted as he smirked at his friends who just rolled their eyes at him.

I couldn’t help the smile that curved my lips at their antics. “Nice to meet you.” I quietly responded but remembered to keep my eyes lowered because these men were obviously Dominants.

“Nice meeting you too little one. Myles is right you are stunning. You are a lucky bastard Nolan, may i speak freely to your boy?” The one named Philip asked.

With a nod of his head, Nolan gave permission to address me directly and I gave the man my attention albeit I kept my gaze somewhere on his chin.

“Scottie, we have concluded the purchase of the building that houses several business across the street including your Aunt’s bakery. The deed will be drawn up in your name and all ownership of said property and financial income that comes from the property will be put in several accounts where you are the sole owner to have access to said accounts. Now if you choose and you feel comfortable with our legal firm we can and will be delighted to continue to oversee all aspects for you in regards to maintenance and upkeep of the property, city codes and record keeping, and all the behind the scenes operations.” He paused as I openly gawked at the information he just shared with me.

I turned to look at Nolan, I knew he is responsible for all of this and I had no words at the moment to describe how I felt about that, I didn’t even know how I felt to be an investment property owner. I have accounts in my name and a high priced legal firm ready and willing to take care of everything for me. I was secure, financially anyway and my mind was just blown by that.

Nolan’s big palm rubbed soothingly over my back and the warmth of his touch brought me out of my head. And I turned my attention back to the expectant stares of the gentlemen seated across from us. I cleared my throat before responding, “Well yes, if Nolan trusts you then I will trust you to look out for my best interests as well in regards to everything you just explained to me.”

“Very well then, Scottie, the only other issue on the table was the one that Nolan has brought to my attention. It’s in regards to your Aunt’s lease of the space for the bakery. She has already made her request to renew her lease to the previous owners of the building, but you as the new owner have all rights whether or not to renew the lease. And we need to know how you want to proceed. The other business owners still have several months almost up to a year before their leases are due for renewal, your Aunt’s lease expires in less than two months and legally you have to give her a thirty day notice to vacate the property.” Myles informed me and I thought about what I really wanted to do in this situation. I knew exactly what Nolan wanted to do, but I was still on the fence about it all despite everything.

I turned to look at Nolan and he gave me an encouraging smile. Taking a minute to sit back and really think about all the years of grudging care she took me. A childhood lacking of hugs or praise for anything that I have done. All the years of free labor I provided for her and working in uncomfortable situations in that same bakery from ever since I could see over the counters. I could have over looked all of that and just let it be, it is what it is. That was just the kind of person she is, a miserable loveless woman. But what I can’t and will not overlook is the treatment of my boyfriend, the one person who believes in me, loves me for me, my rock and the love of my life and calling him a sodomite and a pedophile. I will not overlook the fact that she used religion to bring people into her fight, brought that reprobate of a Minister into it to actually assault his own son and one of my best friends.

With my mind made up, I sat up a little straighter on Nolan’s lap and tried my best to ignore the bulge of his impressive cock rubbing against the crease of my jean covered butt, that was definitely something that we will revisit later on tonight. I held my head high and I gave the attorney’s my full attention. “I need you to send her a notice that she needs to come to your office to discuss the renewal of her lease. I want you to draw up two sets of papers, one to terminate her lease when it expires with no chance of renewal with an immediate order to vacate the premises, and the other for her to sign over all rights of the business to me to do with as I wish with a one time payoff amount of whatever the market value is today for the business. I will be there for this meeting and present her with the two choices to her myself, it’s either she signs over everything to me or loses the bakery altogether. If she chooses to fight me on this, I want her sued for her actions a few weeks ago right here in front of the club and I want charges pressed against Martin’s father as an accomplice to a hate crime and assault right here on this property, Nolan’s security tapes can confirm all of this.”

“Well yes, Sir. We will get on that right away. Nolan you lucky fuck.” Myles commented shaking his head at my beaming boyfriend while he stared at me in awe. I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my face like wildfire.

The door to the office banged open and Tory and Martin came stumbling through the entrance almost at the same time, you could hear Dean hollering something down the hall before they scurried inside and promptly closed the door. They spun around in unison and both sets of eyes went wide as they took in the scene before them.

I almost giggled when I heard Nolan’s frustrated groan rumble deep in his chest. “Do not tell me you set something on fire again, broke anything, or Hell, tipped the entire bar over and broke all of my bottles of liquor.”

“No.” Both heads of curls shook as they answered almost at the same time. “We just came to get Scottie to hang out for a bit before the club opens and the show begins tonight.” Tory stated giving Nolan the most innocent wide eyed stare he could muster. The both of them looked like wicked little angels standing there in there barely there leather outfits.

Myles and Philip openly gawked at the beautiful boys, but they quickly closed their mouths and slumped a little in their chairs when they saw each boy already had a Master. Their collars prominent around their necks. My own hand unconsciously reached for my throat, but Nolan’s paw grabbed my fingers and pressed them against his lips. I didn’t dare to look at him at that precise moment, all I knew is that I felt the need for him to collar me as well, I wanted his collar to wear his mark of ownership with pride, but it wasn’t for me to chose when or if my Dominant will be my Master and grace me with his collar. And I didn’t want to dwell to much on that thought, so I jumped up and smiled at him, still not quite meeting his eyes.

“I think we are done here, do you mind. We all promise to behave.” I said trying not to show how anxious I was all of a sudden. I had plans for my man and I needed all the time I can get to do what I needed to do to set my plans into motion. Tonight I was going to admit before all and sundry that I belonged solely to Nolan, that I was his boy through and through and I needed Tory and martin’s help to make sure that I looked the part. Now, if only I can get over my nerves I will be alright, but the choice to reconsider was taken from me, when Nolan warily gave his consent for me to go. I barely had time to wave goodbye to the lawyers who were still sitting there taking in the entire spectacle with amusement as my best friends dragged me off into the bowels of the club to prepare me so to speak for my evening.

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

A/N- Well, there will be one more chapter before the epilogue, words cannot describe how I feel as I complete these stories. My characters to me are real and I feel like a proud mommy sending them out into the world. You guys have traveled each and every journey with me thus far and I thank you all of you from the bottom of my heart. Enjoy xoxo Dianna

Scottie POV…

“Alright princess, your face is all done and your hair is perfect, now go put this on and let me see you before we decide on your footwear.” Martin shoved a Fredrick’s shopping bag in my hands and pointed me towards the dressing area of the Dungeon’s locker room. To say I was nervous would have been a serious understatement. I was ready to have a panic attack of epic proportions, but as I closed the dressing room room with shaky hands. I visualized Nolan’s face like Dr. Burns taught me to and I took a few deep calming breaths.

Still clutching the shopping back to my chest, I slowly turned around keeping my rock, my man, and the one calming factor in my life centered in my mind. I could feel my fluttering heart rate slow down bit and I took another deep cleansing breath and opened the bag. My pulse skyrocketed all over again at the sight of the outfit or lack thereof in the bag. I knew for a fact no one but Tory had to have selected it. I couldn’t argue about it though, because it fit the description of what I had asked for head on. I just didn’t realize that there was so little material involved.

I held up and twisted the leather shorts this way and that trying to figure out how I was going to shimmy myself into them and where the hell was my junk supposed to go. I was still trying to figure it out when impatient as ever, Tory threw the door open and snatched the shorts out of my hand.

“I knew you would be in here studying them like they were a final exam or something. Come on, I am dying to see the finished product.” He stated as he sprinkled a light dusting of talc into between the palms of his hands.

I squeaked as he unceremoniously slapped both hands against my naked ass and firmly rubbed the powder over my butt cheeks and then proceeded down each of my thighs. I crossed my arms and pouted down at his smirking face. Oh my God, he could’ve given me some kind of warning, I am not a side of beef. “Pervert.” I muttered and he just gave me a big toothy grin and helped me step into the shorts. I was kinda surprised at the ease in which the slid up and over my ass. I was very wary of the zipper in front. With my nerves the way they were, I had already envisioned myself snagging my delicate boy bits in them and having to go to the Emergency Room for loss of blood.

“Oh wow, definitely flip flops instead of boots.” Martin stated as he dropped the pair of combat boots on the ground and handed Tory a pair of black flip flops from where he was standing in the doorway.

Tory dropped the sandals on the tile in front of me and I slipped my feet into them, and I turned around to face the full length mirror to see my reflection. I watched my eyes get wide as I looked at myself in the glass. I left my chest bare, the only adornment on upper body was the two sparkling gold bars running through my nipples. The waistline of my shorts rested obscenely low on my hips, any lower and I am sure my pubic hair would be on display. I turned around and looked over my shoulder and I blushed from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.

“Um…Are you guys sure about this? I don’t know if Nolan is going to like all this flesh showing.” I flapped my hands over my exposed derriere, at least half of my cheeks were on display, but I must admit that my ass looked fabulous in these shorts. They were actually very stretchy and the inner lining felt like silk against my skin.

Tory disappeared from behind me for a moment but he quickly returned and in his hands he was holding a sheer gauzy black material. He held it up for me to see what it was and I just shook my head as I turned around and slipped my arms into the sheer silky button down shirt. He left the garment unbuttoned, and sure as Hell, he couldn’t help himself as he slapped me on my now covered butt cheek and pronounced me perfect.

“Nolan is going to come all over himself when he see’s you.” Martin chuckled as we all shuffled out of the dressing room. “Shit, let’s get a move on I didn’t realize it was so late. Martin you need to get ready. Let me drop princess off in Nolan’s office because I can’t miss Nolan’s expression when he lays eyes on him.”

Just as Martin was going to open his mouth to answer him, the locker door opened and Mike and Dean peeped in to see what we were up to. I so happened to be standing in front of my friends so they got a good eyeful of my outfit.

Dean immediately started laughing like a loon and he grabbed Mike by one of his thick biceps and tried to pull him out of the room. “Fucking Hell, come on man. I got to watch Nolan swallow his fucking tongue when he see’s his boy.” He crowed as he succeeded in literally dragging a chuckling Mike back down the hallway towards Nolan’s office.

Martin and Tory just shook their heads and giggled as their men disappeared down the hallway. I gathered myself and held my friends hand as they escorted me up the hall, it was eerily empty seeing how the club doors opened hours ago, but I spied some of Mike’s security at each end of the hall and figured he must have had the area cleared so I wouldn’t be uncomfortable. My heart swelled in my chest at the gesture and once again, I was reminded why my Aunt was completely wrong about these caring and loving people. They were now my family and I thanked God for that, and as nervous as I was, I wanted to thank my man by giving him my all, my total submission and all that I have come to learn what it means.

Nolan knew that he already had my heart, my loyalty, and my respect. Now he, as well as everyone else in the lifestyle, and in this club will know that I submit to him and only to him. He is my Master and I am his boy until I draw my last breath on this earth, and maybe even beyond that if there is such a thing as an after life.

I felt my best friends squeeze my hand in encouragement as we stopped in front of my Master’s office door. I stood up straight, held my head high and raised my hand and knocked on the door. I was going to make Sir proud, I was going to flawless and I kept that thought in my head as Dean practically tripped over himself in his eagerness to make fun of Sir and I had to bite the inside of my cheek as he flung the door open almost pulling the whole thing off it’s hinges. I could already here my Master reprimanding Mike that he should have been out on the main floor by now to greet his guests and he didn’t understand why they had him holed up in the office.

Tory and Martin were acting like a human shield as the pushed into the room ahead of me. They all wanted to be on hand to see Sir’s reaction my big reveal, so to speak. Dean was practically vibrating where he stood and I drew in a deep breath, settled my mind, and focused on no one and nothing else as I stepped around my friends.

Nolan POV…

Scottie stepped out from behind his friends and all the moisture in my mouth evaporated like a puff of smoke and my cock strained against my leathers it was so hard. I had to call upon all my years of training as a Dominant to control my reaction to this stunning beauty, and refrain dropping to my knees and worshiping him like the Angel that he is.

Everything and everyone in the room disappeared, all except my beautiful boy. I drew myself up to my full height as Scottie made his way over to me, and I damn near swallowed my tongue as he sank gracefully to his knees, arranged himself in his present position with his head lowered and his hands clasped behind his back. I heard his quiet greeting and the one whispered word, “Master,” sent sparks of excitement shivering down my spine.

Only a true submissive, the one that belongs to you and only you may have the honor of addressing you as Master. Otherwise those pretty little subs that you only played with are only allowed to refer to you as, “Sir.” I surely didn’t miss the meaning behind his use of that specific honorific. I have repeatedly told Scottie during his submissive training to become my submissive that when he was ready to fully submit to me, to let go and place all his burdens, his triumphs, and even his very life in my hands, it will be then and only then I will become his Master. I will proudly collar him as mine, and make him my boy until he no longer chooses me or until death do us part whichever came first. I was on the verge of tears, relief and gratitude for his ultimate gift to me shot through me. I really thought that my knees were going to give out on me.

“Alright people, there is nothing to see here. We got a club to run and you and me, pup. We got a show to put on for these lovely people.” My best friend picked up an the intense vibes pouring off of me, he clapped his hands getting everyone attention. Dean began herding everyone towards and out the door. I had yet to take my eyes off my kneeling boy and I was more than pleased that he was focused completely on me.

My calves tightened and my fingers itched to run to my safe and fetch the collar I had specially made for Scottie some weeks ago, but I remained where I was standing over him. I ran my eyes over him looking for any sign of unease or tell tale signs I have learned to look for when checking his anxiety level. Scottie was breathing steady and deep, although his skin held a slight flush to it, I think it was due to his attire rather than anything else. His face was completely relaxed and he as cool as a cucumber, no signs of stress anywhere, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized that I was holding.

The room had gone completely quiet after the door clicked closed behind our friends. So Scottie heard each foot fall of my heavy boots on the carpet as I circled his delectable body. “Stand up pet and let me fully get a look at you.”

He got to his just as gracefully as he knelt down. My boy put his hands behind his back and clasped his left wrist with his right hand. The action thrust his naked chest forward. The overhead lights twinkled off his piercings and my eyes were immediately drawn to the smooth expanse of creamy skin. My mouth watered at the sight but I wasn’t going to give in to my baser instinct of tearing that scrap of material off him and bury my cock so deep into that luscious ass that he will never doubt who he belongs to.

Slowly I circled his body once more, my fingers twitched with the need to touch him, to feel that warm silken softness of his unblemished skin under my hands. With each rotation I got closer and closer into his personal space until I came to a stop right in front of him. I could feel his delectable little body trembling in reaction to my closeness.

Leaning forward, I made sure my lips brushed the tip of his ear when I stated. “Be sure baby, really sure because once I claim you I am never letting you go unless you safe-word. I need to hear you say the words.”

Scottie’s slender body shivered again and I could’ve sworn I heard a little whimper escape those plump pink lips of his. I almost moaned myself when his little tongue darted out and moistened that beckoning bottom lip.

I leaned back and looked at his blushing face. “Look at me and tell me in your own words baby, are you ready to give me the gift of your submission? Are you ready to willing place everything that we have discussed in my control?”

My boy looked up at me and the sincerity and adoration in those pretty blue eyes humbled me to the point I had to blink my own eyes for a few seconds clear the moisture that gathered there. He bravely held my gaze and I was so proud of him, of how far he has come and how hard he is still working to overcome his social anxiety order, and how his confidence in himself has grown by leaps and bounds.“I am ready to submit fully to you Sir. I want you to be my Master, I will defer to you and trust you to know what is best for me, and if at any time I question anything that you have planned for me, all that I have to do is to ask for clarification.” He clearly stated and his sweet voice washed over my senses like a soothing balm.

“You are perfection pet, and I thank you for placing your trust in me. I will never abuse you. I will never steer you wrong, and I will put you always above everyone and everything else, including myself. I will care for you, cherish you, love you, punish you, and discipline you when it’s needed. You are mine and until you say otherwise, you will always defer to me, please me and in return I will give you everything that I am.” I raised my hands to the side of his gorgeous face and I used my thumbs to wipe the tears that were running down his cheeks.

Scottie swayed forward when I stepped away but I hushed him and told him to remain in position. I couldn’t get to my safe fast enough, my fingers flew over the code and I pressed my thumb over the scanner before the safe slid open. I quickly retrieved the jewelry box and I set it on my desk and carefully opened the lid to study the platinum chain link collar inside. The sapphires encrusting the plate that simply said, “Nolan’s Boy,” sparkled under the overhead lights.

It was a stunning piece of jewelry but it could hold a candle to my boy’s beauty. I removed the necklace from the satin bed that protected it and walked back over to my pet. I used the small key to unlock the small padlock on the collar before slipping it back around my own neck. I smiled when Scottie gasped as the heavy chain settled against his throat and I snapped the lock in place.

“Mine.” I all but shouted my triumph for everyone within the club to hear. Scottie raised one hand to his throat and felt his collar. “You can go and have a look, pup.” I laughed as he kicked off his sandals and sprinted into the en-suite bathroom.

I followed him at a more sedate pace after I pulled the lead leash from the hook on the wall. I stepped into the bathroom and I wanted nothing more than spend the night exploring and fucking my boy, but I had made promises to Dean and Martin. We were going to make an appearance at their show and then I was going to take my boy home and revel in his body for the remainder of the night.

“Come pup, as much as I want you to myself, we have to make an appearance for our friends show.” I reminded him as I attached his lead. His big blue eyes glittered with excitement with a hint of naughtiness mixed in and my poor neglected cock perked up once more.

“Later boy, all of that will come later.” I said trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince him. Scottie nodded at me, the smile curving his lips looked like it was a permanent fixture and he once again caressed his collar. I couldn’t help but smile as I led him with pride through the club and down to the V.I.P. area. I knew several eyes followed our progress, and they could eat there hearts out. My boy was absolutely perfect as he followed at my heel. I couldn’t wait to get him home.

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Scottie…

Some would have thought that I would have been nervous. They would have also thought that sweet shy little me would be a basket case by the time my Master walked me through the main floor on my leash and barely dressed, but I wasn’t. I held my head high and did Sir proud as I walked at his heel all the way to the V.I.P. area. Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed many heads turning our way and their appreciative gazes followed our progress across the room.

I was already in my own happy floaty little world the whole time we watched Dean’s Mastery over Martin with a cat o’ nine tails. It was erotic but beautiful to watch at the same time. I had tried to pay attention to my friend’s performance, but my mind was totally focused on my Master. His scent and the warmth radiating off his body blanketed me as I knelt between his thick thighs. Sir would card his fingers through my hair, and I would lean into his touch but swallow the needy little sound in my throat that would have me begging for more.

The scene on the stage drew to a close after Martin obediently sucked Dean’s spine through his cock and Nolan wasted no time at all. I heard him growl the command for me to stand and I immediately got to my feet with his large hand in the middle of my back, steadying me as a swayed for a second or two. He twisted my leash around his fist and Mike guffawed and swung Tory up into his lap and made a production of moving his feet out of the way as Sir stormed past him and headed to the stairs to the upper floor.

My excitement had grown with each step that I followed behind my Master. I had expected that he was going to head straight for the back entrance and throw me in his car and break the speed limit to get home, but instead I heard him mutter, “Fuck it,” and he veered off in another direction deeper into the back of the club.

I couldn’t help the pleased smile that spread across my face at the blatant display of my Master’s desire for me and his hurry to get me alone. I wondered what he had in mind for me. By this point I didn’t care, my Master knew best and I was still in my happy bubble as my fingers once again coasted over my collar.

Nolan came to an abrupt stop in front of a solid black door. There were no markings, no numbers, and nothing of the sort to identify the room. I had never been back this far in the private play areas of the club, and I watched as Nolan pulled his keys out of the front pocket of his leathers and unlocked the door.

“This is my private playroom, no one other than myself or the cleaning staff had ever entered this room. I had it specifically built for my pet, my boy…You.” He whispered as he brought his big hand up and ran his knuckles down my cheek.

He took me by the hand and led me into the room closing the door behind us. “Kneel.”

I dropped to my knees and immediately assumed my present position for him. My pulse kicked up a few notches as my Master unclasped the leash from my collar and slowly circled my body as he tapped the leather strap against his leg. I tried to concentrate on the rhythmic tap, tap of the lead against his leathers to control my fluttering heart rate.

Nolan petted me once and then he stepped away from me, I had to bite my lip to keep from calling him back. I just barely managed to keep myself in position and quiet as he called the security desk to let them know his room was occupied. While he had his security personnel on the line he performed a quick test of the panic button and then he disconnected the call and turned his intense gaze back towards me.

I had no words as I watched him slowly remove the dark button down dress shirt from his body, my mouth watered as his large sculpted chest came into view and his tattoos shimmered and flexed across the expanse of his bronze skin. Next, he kicked off his heavy boots and socks and popped the top buttons on his pants. I could clearly see the trail of dark hair leading down his awesome abs and into the trimmed bush surrounding his groin. The thick base of his cock was just peeking through the V gap the unbuttoning of his trousers created.

Licking my lips, I could already feel the weight of his fat shaft on my tongue, and taste the saltiness of his pre-cum in my throat. My head snapped up for a second when he spoke but I quickly remembered myself and lowered my gaze.

“You want to taste me, pet?” My Master’s seductive baritone tickled over my hyper aware flesh and my entire body shivered in response.

Sir took his time as he sauntered over to my side, he made sure he stayed with my line of vision and when he stopped dead in front of me. I was right at eye level with the object of my desire.

“You have pleased me tremendously tonight by agreeing to be mine, my boy. You are perfection personified.” He purred the words down on my head. My fingers itched to reach forward and open his pants the rest of the way, then my lust addled brain registered what he said and I couldn’t help the rush of pride that washed through me at his praise.

“Do you know what my good boy gets for making me happy?” He continued as he leaned down and placed a finger under my chin so that I raised my glazed over eyes to meet his shimmering ones. “Answer me, sweetness.”

“I…I get rewarded, Master.” The words stuttered out of my suddenly dry throat as his long thick arm wrapped around my body and those thick digits skimmed into my shorts and started making lazy circles right above the cleft of my ass.

“That’s right beautiful, you get rewarded. Stand up and strip.” He commanded and his tone brooked no argument although he staring down at me with pure adoration in his eyes.

I kept my Master’s gaze as I rose to my feet and first, I shrugged out of the gauzy shirt and then my hands went to the waistband of my shorts when the word. “Stop,” had me freezing mid-motion almost instantly.

“Here, let me.” Sir stated and my knees knocked together as those big warm hands ran down my sides until he was able to hook his fingers in the waist of the garment and he slowly peeled me out of the remainder of my clothing. He followed its progress until he was on his knees in front of me. My hard as nails shaft was pointing directly in his face like it was demanding attention.

Sir reached out and fondled my tight sac and I watched on baited breath as he held my gaze and slowly leaned forward, that wicked tongue of his flicked out and swiped the head of my dripping member and I gasped out loud, my hands flew to his wide shoulders and my entire body ignited like someone threw lighter fluid on me and touched me with a burning match. My hips bucked forward on their own as my needy cock begged for more.

“So eager, mmm…I like that.” Nolan said and I dug my fingers into the tight sinew of muscles at his shoulders when he promptly swallowed my shaft to the root, he buried his nose in my pubic hairs and he worked the sensitive mushroomed cap of my member by swallowing over and over again.

I couldn’t contain the grunts, mewls, and throaty whimpers of unadulterated delight as my Dom, my man, and the love of my life sucked me for all that I was worth.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God…OH MY…” My breath hitched in my throat. Shockwaves of fire shot down my spine and pooled in my groin, it felt like an immense pocket of pressure was slowly building up underneath my balls and my vision went white as it suddenly burst forth and I forcefully erupted into the back of Nolan’s spasming throat. My man swallowed everything that I had to give him. His strong arms caught me and held me semi upright as my knees gave out and my body slumped forward. My bones had turned to the consistency of pudding.

“Fuck, you are stunning when you come.” Nolan growled and I found myself flat on my back on the padded bed behind me, my arms pinned over my head and my legs splayed wide open with two hundred plus pounds of pure muscle nestled above my body. His thrusting hips rutted his rock hard member against my now semi erect shaft.

His lips clamped over mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth and my back arched and I groaned into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue. Once again, my hips took a mind of their own as I met him thrust for thrust as we created a deliciously hot friction rubbing our members together.

Master switched his grip on my wrists and now only one held held my wrists pinned above my head. I felt him ease to the side as he reached for something, and then I heard the tell tale pop of a cap and the squishy plop of cold liquid landed all over my balls and the slippery fluid dripped down onto my taint followed by his thick fingers caressing and massaging the viscous fluid into my overheated skin.

His seeking fingertip found my quivering entrance and I moaned into his mouth and I shifted my thighs out even wider giving him unhindered access to my body.

“Shh..baby, I know exactly what this hot little body needs and I am going to give it to you, but only when I am ready to give it to you.” He growled and suddenly I was flipped over onto my stomach. His strong hands grabbed hold of my hips and brought me up on all fours. My ass was in the air and I was tempted to wiggle it at him, but I knew that little show of naughtiness would have me waiting forever to get his thick shaft buried exactly where I wanted it.

“Please…Please Master…” I whimpered and tentatively pushed my ass towards him. Offering it up like a prize.

“Hmm…So beautiful, so firm.” I cried out as he buried his face in between my cheeks and licked at my hole. “Yes, and so sweet.” He uttered when he leaned back just as suddenly as he had leaned in.

I rocked my hips pushing my ass onto his hand as he spread the lube from my taint to my hole. I was lost on a sea of sensations. The anticipation had my breathing spiked as well as my pulse, my skin felt like it was too tight for my body, and my entrance clenched and unclenched, wanting to be filled. Then I hissed at the burn when he sank one of those thick digits knuckle deep into my chute. I rocked my hips some more only to holler when a burst of fire splayed across the curve of my butt cheek.

“Stay still and take it.” He barked the order and I whimpered as I tried to obey his command. Everything in me wanted to move, to grind my hips back against his hand as he prepared me for the girth of his impressive member, but each time my hips bucked or my thighs opened a little wider. I got a searing smack across my ass . The sting would cause me to remain still but the afterburn when straight to my churning balls and I had to bite my tongue and will myself not to come right then and there.

“You are not to come.” Was the only warning my Master whispered in my ear before he used the tips of the three digits he had worked into my body to start milking my prostate. I threw my head back and a groan from the depths of my soul left my mouth as he mercilessly rubbed that magical spot inside of me over and over again.

“That’s it baby, endure it for me, hold it back and I promise when I do let you come, it will be like nothing you have ever experienced before.” He crooned as he continued on with working my body like only he could.

“Nooo….“I cried when I felt him slip his fingers free, but the sound was cut off with a sharp intake of breath when he rolled me onto my back, aligned the dripping head of his shaft to my eager entrance, and he rammed his shaft into my body with the force of a freight train going at full speed. Nolan threw my legs over his shoulders and growled like the alpha male that he is as he pistoned in and out of my body like a well oiled machine.

I had to wrap my arms around his thick forearms and I held on for dear life as he pounded in and out of my trembling body. The head of his thick shaft pegged my inner gland with each powerful and thrust and soon I felt it, the tell tale rippling of electric shocks shooting up and down my spine.

My Master’s grunts and and animalistic sounds ramped me up even higher, and soon I was just repeating please over and over again as I breathlessly begged him for my release. I was right on the brink, my vision blurred, and my world started to crumble around me and then I heard what I needed, those sweet, sweet words, “Come for me, baby. Show me that you are MINE,” and just like that, I was flung into the stratosphere.

Words could not describe the feeling of utter bliss that cascaded over every nerve, every cell, and every molecule in my body. It got even more intense when I felt my insides awash with the heat of my Master’s pulsing release.

I was floating in a space so pure, so weightless, and carefree that I never wanted to leave such a happy place. I felt light as air as I soared above everyone and everything. I felt my body being moved, and I felt Nolan’s heat warm and comforting against my exhausted flesh, and all too soon I found myself blinking as reality slowly crept back into my consciousness and I lazily tilted my head back to see Nolan gently wiping my body with a warm wash cloth.

“There you are gorgeous, take your time and come back to me, baby.” He leaned over and whispered against my lips.

I mewled in protest when he went to get up so he just threw the washcloth towards the bathroom and fully laid himself out on the bed next to me. I still felt a little fuzzy in the head, and all I knew was that I didn’t want my Master and my lover to leave my side anytime soon, and I guess Nolan understood that, because he wrapped his big body around my much smaller frame and I happily tucked myself into him and let myself drift off into an exhausted slumber with a little satisfied smile on my face.

Epilogue

Epilogue

2 years later

Nolan…

A/N-well babies, another journey completed, enjoy and I am sure we will see the gang again…hint, hint. Love you guys and thank you for all your support, xoxo Dianna

It was late by the time I opened the front door of our home. It was another late night at the club, preparations were well underway for this year’s Valentine’s Day extravaganza.  Mistress Dominique had made the event so popular that we had to have a repeat the show every year. My patrons demanded it and I had to admit that is was hilarious to see the big badass Doms and Leather Daddies being whimsical and giving their subs the chocolates and hearts that the holiday calls for, and I can’t blame them because I found myself  just as smitten with my boy. I would give him the world if he wanted it.

I tried to be as quiet as possible as I made my way towards the master bedroom. I didn’t want to wake up my little love. He had already put in a long day with his head chef, Callum at the bakery, and I was glad tomorrow was Sunday and the bakery was closed. I couldn’t be more proud of Scottie than I already am, he has overcome so much in the last few years it was mind boggling to watch.

Although he was still sometimes almost painfully shy, Scottie managed to open up and speak with his customers and those around him. He had even lost his stutter unless I was the responsible party making him trip over his words. I still chuckled every time I remembered the way my boy handled himself when he had confronted that Bitch, his Aunt in Philip’s and Myles’ conference room at their prestigious office the day he confronted her about the bakery.

Philip was on hand to witness the spectacle but Myles was still on his honeymoon. He and his wife Karla made a great match. I knew Myles was bisexual and I had always envisioned him with male partner, but he was head over heels for his wife. Scottie was stunning when he had dressed down the evil witch, it was so worth it to see her stuttering and spluttering on the other side of the conference table as Scottie put his foot down. She had attempted to bluster on about finding her own lawyer but my baby had promptly pointed out that by the time she did that, her lease would have expired anyway and as the owner of the building that housed her business, he had the legal right whether or not to renew her lease. Scottie had then given her the options of selling to him or getting shut down altogether.

The woman had grudgingly chose to sell him the business and she greedily accepted the one time payout cursing Scottie the entire time that he was no better than her ill gotten niece, his mother. It took all that I had not to smack the woman across the room. Scottie had floored me when he calmly got up from the plush chair he was sitting in and looked her directly in the face, and told her that for all her righteousness she was the Devil incarnate and that she was more likely to burn in Hell than he was, and then my baby had taken my hand and walked out of the room without so much as a backward glance at her.

The woman had stayed in town  long enough to see the good Reverend pack up and move away faster than a criminal running from the law as his congregation turned on him. When she couldn’t seem to drum up any more supporters for her cause of running the gay men out of town, she herself packed up and moved away without another word and good riddance. Scottie flourished, and now my sweet little husband was supposed to be fast asleep at this time of the morning, but when I quietly stepped into our bedroom my jaw dropped and my cock tried to push through the front seam of my pants it was so hard.

You would think that after all this time, the sight of my man naked and kneeling in submission wouldn’t affect me as if I was seeing him that way for the first time. Scottie and I have been inseparable since the day I dragged him over the counter and carried him off to the club. We have gotten even closer, and between his therapy sessions with Dr. Burns and his training as my submissive, Scottie has progressed and learned how to get a better handle on his social anxiety disorder. He became my submissive and he has excelled so beautifully at it. I proposed and married him almost one year ago, and the reason I have been burning the midnight oil is because Valentine’s Day was actually the day we will be marking our one year wedding anniversary and our three year relationship mark as well. I wanted the event this year to be extra special.

“Well, hello to you pet. This is a pleasant surprise.” I walked over to his side, he was kneeling in the middle of our bed with nothing on but his collar and his wedding ring. He is just as stunning today as the day I met him. His skin was the same creamy alabaster perfection, he filled out a little bit. He was no longer painfully skinny but he was still petite with light muscle definition and he was sexier than ever to me.

“Hello Master, I missed you today.” His sweet little voice washed over my senses and my heart rate kicked up just a little in my chest. I reached out and I ran my thumb across that sweet plump bottom lip of his.

“I missed you too baby, and as sweet as it is coming home to you waiting for me. I would much prefer for you to be getting your rest.” I tempered my mild reprimand with a soft kiss to his enticing lips.

My sweet boy just leaned forward and ducked his head under my chin and nuzzled my throat. The move was so sweet and so loving that I didn’t have the heart to be upset that he should have been sound asleep already. I couldn’t help but to gather him in my arms and cuddle his deliciously naked body against mine.

“I need a hot shower. Do you care to join me sweetness?” I smiled at the eagerness in which he nodded his head.

Taking him by the hand, I led him to our en-suite bathroom and my little love proceeded to adjust the temperature of the water as I went to undress. I was undoing the buttons on my shirt when he batted my hands away and gently undressed me.

The feeling that he roused within me whenever he touched me was sublime. This man is my husband, my lover, my submissive, and most importantly he is my entire world. I let him lead me into the shower stall and my body was immediately caressed by jets of warm water cascading out of the multiple shower-heads at almost every angle.

Before Scottie had a chance to reach for the bottle of body wash, I snatched it up and leaned over to give his pretty pouting lips a quick peck before I lathered my hands. I wanted nothing in between my fingers and his gorgeous skin. I washed my baby from head to toe, and I couldn’t help but smile as he stood there unabashedly naked and let me wash every inch of his luscious skin. I could clearly recall  our earlier days how adorable it was whenever he used to duck under the covers or behind a towel whenever he was naked in front of me.

Scottie was still almost cripplingly shy in some situations, but he was no longer shy with me and I loved it. The level of trust he has placed firmly in my hands over the years was very humbling and I tried my best to live up to his expectations with every breath that I take. He is mine and because he is solely mine, just as I belonged to him and only him.

I can still hear Dean’s big mouth boasting to all and sundry that he had called it the first time I laid eyes on my beautiful boy from across the counter of what was now his bakery. My best friend’s husband, Martin swore up and down that Dean had predicted that Scottie was going to be the one for me even if I didn’t know it at the time myself. Mike and his husband Tory, Scottie’s other BFF and partner in crime didn’t help the situation either. They only egged Dean on into believing that his prediction was correct and I just indulged him because in all actuality he was right. Once I laid eyes on this beautiful being in my arms, I was lost.

Life has never been better for me, I have my man, my businesses, my health and my strength. I also had good friends who are more like family and the chance to live, love, and laugh without homophobic assholes protesting my right to marry and live with who I love.

I finished washing Scottie and my little one returned the favor by meticulously washing me from head to toe, by the time those little hands rubbed over every square inch of my skin, I was hard as granite. My love instantly dropped to his knees and he sucked what little energy had left in my body after my long day straight through the head of my throbbing shaft. I returned the favor by mercilessly milking his prostate until my boy couldn’t do anything other than come all over my hand while he repeatedly chanted my name like a mantra.  

By the time I got him to bed he was sound asleep as his head hit the pillow. I climbed under the covers next to him and I watched his beautiful face at peace, he was relaxed and absolutely stunning as he slept. I still couldn’t believe it sometimes just how blessed I was to have him in my life. I gently curled my body around his warm little frame and let my mind drift as sleep claimed me for the remainder of the night.

Scottie…

“This is such bad idea, I don’t know why I let you guys talk me into this stuff all the time.” I repeated myself for about the millionth time since Tory and Martin dragged me through the locker room and into the dressing area.

“Because princess, tonight is your anniversary and you need to remind your man why he chose you and vice versa.” Martin stated as he plopped me down on the stool in front of the mirrored vanity area.

“Trust me, my Master doesn’t need any reminders why he chose me, as a matter a fact I reminded him right into a coma last night.” I smugly stated as Martin tried to peel me out of my shirt.

A cross between a giggle and a snort passed bubbled out of Tory’s throat, “Good one, princess. I am so proud, you have become a real smart ass.”

I just shook my head and went with the flow. I loved my best friends more than anything in this world, I just hoped that tonight we won’t manage to set anything on fire, break anything, or damage anything beyond needing minor repairs or create any other man made disasters that my two friends can seem to cause. Natural disasters didn’t have anything on them when they had well meaning plans.

Tonight Tory’s plan was to take sexy selfies for our Valentine’s celebration. Each photo is supposed to ping our men’s phone every hour on the hour all day until the party later tonight. Between Martin and Tory, I once again found myself buffed, puffed, and stuffed into another pair of flaming red booty shorts and nothing else.

They led me to one of the private rooms in the back of the club and I gawked at all the professional grade equipment in the room. I wasn’t sure I would be able to stand a stranger taking racy photos of me for my man. I am sure the Dominant in Nolan would refuse for another man to see it in any form of undress other than those he chooses to see me that way or the other members in the club that will see me as I submit to my Master.

I fidgeted in entrance of the room. “Um…Tory, I thought you said we were taking selfies?”

My friend ushered us into the room and closed the door. “We are, this stuff came from a friend of mine that I used to room with while I was in college, and wipe that look off your face. He showed me how to use all of this stuff. These pics are going to be great.”

I knew better, I really did, but like always I hated to be the one to dampen his mood. I just prayed really, really hard that this latest escapade wouldn’t end up in disaster. But as usual the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

We, “the terrible three,” as our Masters have dubbed us wound up short circuiting  the entire back half of the club, the fire alarms went off as some of the breakers popped and sizzled giving off some smoke and once again we found ourselves blinking up at our ever patient Masters as the chaos of firefighters, and emergency electricians scurried around the club to make sure that the building was safe.

At least we got to see the hunky fire crew that was here the last time, and this time we were even graced with the presence of the fire chief himself. He was a hot piece of commanding man, let me tell you, but he still didn’t hold a candle to my man who was currently shaking his head as he signed off on the paperwork Chief Garrison handed to him before he cleared his crew out of the building.

We were all sequestered to my Masters’ office after that. Dean and Mike forbade Martin and Tory to go anywhere without permission and I meekly sat at my Master’s feet as he made the required calls to his insurance company. I am sure his policy premiums were now through the roof and I didn’t even dare to chance a glance towards my friends.

Soon enough, one by one Dean came to retrieve Martin followed by Mike coming to collect Tory. Both of them apologized profusely to Nolan who waved them off and told them that it was alright and that accidents happen. Once we were alone he turned that laser precision dark gaze towards me and I tried my best not to fidget under his intense scrutiny.

“Well baby.” He sighed and pulled something from his desk drawer and handed the wrapped package to me. “Life with you is never boring, I must admit that fact, and to be honest my love. I wouldn’t have it another way.Now open your gift. Happy Anniversary, sweetness.” Nolan scooped me up onto his lap gift and all and planted a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Hold on.” I said as I popped myself out of his lap and raced over to my bag in the corner of the sofa. I quickly retrieved his gift and placed it in his hands before climbing back onto his lap and ripping into my gift. I held my breath and opened the box, my eyes went wide and they filled with tears when saw the delicate little locket sparkling against the velvet background. My hands shook as I took it out and opened it to see a miniature picture of the both of us taken on our wedding day.

“You will always wear my collar to let the world know that you belong to me, but now you will wear my heart so that you will know we belong to each other.” Yes, that was it right there, that was all that it took to have be blubbering like a baby. I hated when he did stuff like this to make me cry because it wasn’t pretty, my face get all red and blotchy, my nose runs, and it takes hours for my face to cool off, but damn, it is all worth it. I loved this man more than words could ever say.

Nolan was busy trying to wipe my tears away but I batted his hand and shoved his present under his nose for him to open. He honored me with one of his lopsided grins, one of those sexy little turn of his lips that always made me weak in the knees. He took his time opening his present, I almost lost all patience and snatched it from him but he pulled the wrapper off to reveal the jewelry box and smiled at me again before opening it.

I listened to his surprised little gasp and I smiled as he pulled the thick platinum bracelet from the box, and held the infinity symbol up to his face and read the inscription I had engraved there. It was the date of our wedding and our names intertwined on the curves of the never ending symbol.

“See babe, every time you look at this piece of jewelry you will be reminded that I am yours for infinity, your boy.” I said and it was the Gods honest truth. I knew that he was mine and I was his forever.