Prologue

(Please enjoy the video, Rihanna’s S&M, I thought it was appropriate…lol)

Part 3

Thomas is a curious little thing, too bad he is painfully shy. He covertly watches his fellow classmate Sammy whenever he gets the chance. Rumor has it that Sammy is a submissive, and the stunning collar he wears around his neck is symbol of his Dominant’s ownership. Thomas is a brilliant art student. One who has been quietly researching the BDSM lifestyle and he’s dying to know what it is like to have that kind of upfront honesty in a relationship even if it’s a brief one. Thomas was intrigued by the thought of belonging to someone, and being strictly honest and straight with the person you are with. He so wanted to know what it’s like to have someone fully devote themselves to you and your well being. He wasn’t so sure about the canes, and the pain factor of the lifestyle, but even that didn’t deter his curiosity. If he could just develop the nerve to approach the only person he knew that could possibly introduce him to what he wanted, then he would be fine or at least he hoped so.

Part 4

Callum O’Connor was referred to Club Bliss by his friend and current employer Nolan, owner and Master Dominant of The Dungeon. His boss had set up a meeting with friend and the owner of Bliss, Julius. Callum was very impressed with the club and the assortment of Dominants that Bliss had to offer. The security screening done at Bliss was almost as amazing as Nolan’s club, The Dungeon. But as Nolan’s head chef at the club, he didn’t want to mix business with pleasure. After overcoming a heart wrenching past, Callum finally felt that he was ready to immerse himself back in the lifestyle after what happened with his last Master. Hopefully he didn’t make the wrong decision, and hopefully he can get a second chance in finding the connection to a Dominant he so desperately needed.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(Stav Strashko, my idea of who Thomas looks like.)

Sammy

“Your little admirer is watching you again.” Kyle whispered in my ear and he leaned over and pretended to grab something from the center of the table. We were sitting in the middle of the University’s café courtyard. We were at our usual agreed upon meeting spot and we had settled to eat our lunch and study after classes.

Rolling my eyes, I just ignored Kyle’s foolishness and returned my attention back to my psychology book and pretended that I didn’t hear what he’d said. For three weeks now he’d been going on and on about some pixie like little blonde girl watching me all over campus like she was a deranged stalker. Every time I looked to the spot where he indicated, there was no one there or there wasn’t anyone looking our way. But as usual, the drama queen kept it up and wouldn’t shut up about it.

I tried my best not to let the exasperated sigh escape my throat when he scooted closer and elbowed me in my side.

“Sammy, I’m not playing, just turn your head towards the left and you’ll see her. No, no, no… Don’t make it obvious.” He chirped when I turned my head quickly to the side and to my surprise.

My eyes collided with a pair of big, shocked blue eyes. The girl jumped like someone had startled her and she quickly turned away before she disappeared around the side of the building and into the mass crowd of students shuffling either to class or to lunch.

“See, I told you. Now do you believe me?” Kyle slapped my arm with a hint of smugness to his voice. He was ecstatic to be proven right after weeks of me telling him he was off his rocker.

“Huh, I guess you were right, but it still doesn’t change anything. I have no idea who that girl is, and I’m not interested. I don’t swing that way, and I have my Master.” I pointed out as I shrugged my shoulders and attempted to get back to the chapter in my textbook.

“Oh come on, Sammy. Aren’t you at least a little bit curious as to why she’s been stalking you for weeks now?” Kyle bounced in his seat like a hyperactive little puppy.

I slammed my book closed and shoved it into my backpack. “Okay, there is only one way to put this nonsense to rest and get you to shut the hell up about. I have a quiz at the end of the week and you are making it impossible for me to study. So come on, let’s see if we can find the girl and find out why she is so interested in what I’m doing.”

The next thing I knew, Kyle released an ear splitting squeal, jumped up from the table, grabbed me by the wrist and we were off. He dragged me across the courtyard, shoving people out of our way and I had no choice but to keep up with him, or else I was sure that even if I lost my footing he would have continued to haul me off into the direction the slender girl was last headed.

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Thomas

My heart was pounding away a mile a minute in my chest as I skidded to a stop in the hallway in front of the art building. For the millionth time I cursed my ineptitude to just work up the nerve to go over to them and ask that guy Sammy about the rumors behind the stunning piece of jewelry he was wearing around his neck. I’d just realized a couple days ago when the weather had gotten warmer and people started shedding the outer layers of clothes that his best friend wore and equally stunning necklace around his neck as well.

The rumors I’ve heard from listening to some of the other students around campus is that those necklaces the guys are wearing are more than just pretty decorations. They are actually collars. They represented the fact that both of those stunning boys belong to someone in the BDSM community. Ever since that photo shoot I’d assisted my mentor with, I’ve been burning with curiosity about the lifestyle.

My photography instructor as well as my mentor here at the University had allowed me to assist him one weekend not so long ago. It was a private photo shoot of his client’s club and some of it’s patrons. Bliss, was the name of the establishment and it is reported to be an upscale, members only private adult bondage establishment. Bliss provided a safe, clean, and elegant place for it’s members to indulge in their preferred kinks in private and semi private venues.

I’d almost tripped over my own feet and swallowed my own tongue the whole time I was there hiding behind all the photography equipment and lights as I gawked at the larger than life men who were called Dominants. The subs had called them Master, or Sir. The men and a few of them were female known as Dommes and addressed as Mistress. All of the submissives were indulged, fawned over, and spoilt by their partners. The Doms made them their sole focus and priority at all times.

The connection I witnessed between the men and women, the level of trust, and open adoration on both parties faces and their actions towards one another had made my heart ache. I found myself wanting that. I wanted it desperately. Me, the poor little cast off orphan who no one has ever wanted. A throw away baby. My own mother had thrown me in garbage when I was born. It was only the actions of a good Samaritan digging me out of the trash why I’m even alive today. So finding someone who will look at me, want me, and will take care of me like those men and women took care of their subs would be a miracle in my book. Nevermind the leather, the collars, and the kink.

Hey, I actually thought all of being tied up and at someone’s mercy could be hot as hell depending on if end game turned out to being fucked within a inch of your life by one of those hot ass men. But shy, mousy little me would never stand a chance in any situations like that. I’d have a heart attack and drop dead right then and there if I was ever brave enough to approach Sammy and his friend to ask them about learning the lifestyle.

My heart had finally calmed down enough for me to go my assigned studio space. I needed to add the photos I’d taken over the weekend to my collection for my final presentation that’s coming due in the next few weeks. I pushed off the wall just as two guys came barreling around the corner almost trampling me to death.

“Whoa…There she is” The blonde exclaimed as he skidded to an awkward stop causing his friend to slam right into his back. It was a tangle of arms, jackets, and backpacks before I recognized the two in question and my heart rate kicked right back up into high gear all over again. I was trapped and mortified to the point of rendering myself speechless.

It didn’t even occur to me that he’d referred to me as a ‘she.’ If I wasn’t so surprised that they had noticed me watching them, then I would have gladly point out that I was indeed, a male. It’s understandable though, if I had a nickel for every time made the gender mistake was made with me, I’d be a billionaire by now. I couldn’t help the fact that I was what is described as androgynous in appearance.

It didn’t help that I preferred my bone straight, curtain of blonde hair to hang long over my shoulders and down my back, stretching down, reaching to just under my shoulder blades. My eyelashes were thick and long, and I’ve been told they make the blue in my eye pop even more. My lips were naturally tinted pink and I didn’t have a lick of hair on my face or my chest. All my life I’ve been mistaken for a girl, so it shouldn’t surprise that these two would have made the same assumption as well.

“Alright, girlie. Why have you been stalking us?” The cute blonde asked me while his dark haired friend wore an confused expression as he looked to his friend then back at me.

“Um…I…I… Just wanted to know about your…” I managed to quietly stutter out before words failed me altogether so I just pointed to their collars as my face went thermonuclear.

“You want to know about our collars?” The dark haired guy asked and all I could do was nod my head while keeping my eyes firmly on the tips of my sneakers.

“Hell, you could have just come up and asked. We don’t bite.” The blonde snickered and his friend just shook his head.

“Shut up Kyle, she’s probably shy and didn’t want to ask two strangers about something so personal.” The dark haired guy said and my shoulders slumped with relief. A least one of them understood how I was feeling.

I took a deep breath and decided to clear the air right now. “Um…I don’t mean to pry or anything. It’s just that I’m interested in the lifestyle. I have been for a while now, but I don’t know anyone other than you two around here who are familiar with it. I noticed your collars and I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you. I’m Thomas by the way, Thomas Cavanaugh.”

“You’re a dude?” The blonde blurted out while he bent slightly at the waist to get a closer look at my face. “Damn, you’re really pretty for a guy.”

His friend pushed him out of the way while shaking his head. “I apologize in advance for him. He has no home training, it’s a good thing he’s a submissive. His Master will hopefully succeed in training him properly. His name is Kyle, and my name is Sammy. Pleased to meet you Thomas. We’ll gladly help explain the lifestyle to you if want.”

Kyle started hopping around like someone had ignited a fire under his ass. “Oh…We should take him to the club and introduce him to our Masters. My Sir will gladly help explain all there is to know about BDSM if you are truly interested in learning and practicing it. Hold on let me call Master Julius and then we can go.” Kyle gushed excitedly before pulling out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

With a series of taps on the device’s screen, Kyle made his phone call and talked a mile a minute into the mouthpiece before ending the call. He spun on his heel with a big grin on his face. He grabbed s both by the wrists and hauled us towards the parking area. For a slim guy, Kyle had a firm grip. Sammy and I were dragged off before I could even start to panic about the fact that I was on my way to speak to two Dominants. It was bad enough trying to approach two submissives, and now suddenly I was going to be taking to men who made control and dominance their lifestyle choice, oh help.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Kirill Dowidoff, my idea of who Michael looks like.)

Michael

Snapping my briefcase closed, I watched the sheriff bailiffs put the metal handcuffs around Reynaldo Jimenez’s wrists before leading the stoic criminal away to serve his allotted sentenced time in the state penitentiary for his crimes. I turned to the convenience store owners who were the victims of the accused crimes. The man had been found guilty on all counts of trying to rob the mom and pop grocery store at gunpoint. I graciously accepted their praises and felt the tightness of the trial melting away off my shoulders, glad that I was able to provide the couple with justice.

Mr. Jimenez’s trial and sentencing had taken two years of hard work. The court hearing had lasted two weeks in the courtroom. It was my job as the State’s prosecuting attorney to present the evidence necessary to prove that the accused guilty of his crimes. I was confident that my stellar team of legal aides as well as myself with my legendary tenacity to win my cases would successfully lead me to win this one as well. Even with my confidence, and as per usual with all my litigations, I had poured my time and efforts tirelessly into this case over the last few months. I was determined that I would have a positive outcome for the unfortunate victims.

Now that I have achieved the win, I needed to unwind. I was officially on vacation from the office. I needed to find a pretty little companion, have a decadent meal, and then I was going to bound the little beauty to one of the plush beds in my private room at the club and fuck the little darling senseless. If the little angel proved to be good, then maybe I’ll keep him for the remainder of my time off and have some sinfully sweet entertainment over the next few days.

With those plans in place, I walked out of the courthouse with purpose to my steps. Getting home took longer than I’d anticipated, but hey it’s Friday and people had plans. Maybe not the same ones I have for the evening, but folks were out and about taking full advantage that it was the end of the work week and it was time to relax and unwind. They were going to make use of the multiple restaurants, nightclubs, wine bars, and nightlife the city had to offer.

Showering didn’t take long, I threw the towel in the hamper and slipped into my butter soft leather pants up my toned legs and zipped them up. They rode low on my hips, just the way I liked them. The pretty little boys whom I liked to play with seemed fascinated by them, especially when I gave them a glimpse of their reward hidden behind the zipper. I swiped some a little product through my hair, just enough to keep the coffee colored waves out of my face. I left my stubble in place, the scruff was yet another tool I can use to stimulate my chosen sub’s baby smooth skin. My cock jerked with anticipation at just the mere thought of how I was going to spend my evening.

By the time I threw on a loose, silky button up shirt, slipped my feet into my boots, and grabbed my keys. I was more than ready to get to my destination. I made sure I had my wallet before stepping up into my Escalade. With my height standing at a 6’5, my long legs and broad shoulders, a little sporty car was never an option for me. I worked out religiously every morning long before the sun came up to keep my body and my mind in optimum condition. Pushing thirty means that I have to keep on top of my game if I wanted to continue to indulge in pretty boys of my choosing, and not the other way around.

“Good evening Master Michael, it’s so good to see you. How have you been?” Gabby, the young sub greeted me as I passed through the security doors of the club and stepped into the elegantly appointed foyer of club Bliss.

“I am well, Gabby. Thank you for asking. How are you and your Master doing?” I inquired as I handed him my outer coat and slipped the checked ticket stub into my back pocket.

The boy beamed beautifully at me at the mention of Auriel, his Master and it was surely something to see. I felt a little pang of envy slip through me and I wondered just for a moment if I taken a permanent sub, would my boy feel that way about me? Would the mere mention of my name cause him to light up brighter than a lighthouse beacon calling sailors safely into home port.

“My Master and I are coming up on our one year anniversary together in December and he has promised to take me away on vacation to celebrate.”

“That’s splendid, I see Aury is taking wonderful care of you and you of him. That’s the way it supposed to be. You have a good evening, boy.” I responded before making my way further into the club’s main room. The gleaming bar beckoned and I made a beeline for it.

“A lime spritzer please.” I ordered and waited for the beefy bartender to make my drink.

Looking around, I let the ambiance of the club soak into my pores, and whatever tension I was still carrying seemed to melt away with the sexually charged atmosphere surrounding me. The smell of leather, the sound of low conversation peppered with decadent laughter here and there just drew me into the relaxed mind set I was looking for. The tasteful music filtering through the sound system was at the perfect volume, just enough to be heard without the patrons having to shout at each other to carry on a conversation.

Paying for my fizzy drink, it was necessary not to imbibe in alcohol if I was planning to play with a sweet boy later on tonight. There were rules and the safety measures for all involved parties set in place for a reason. When a Dom especially disregarded the rules of safe, sane and consensual, then they disregarded the lifestyle altogether and aren’t fit to carry the title of Master. It’s the Dominant’s responsibility to make sure that the submissive is fully aware of the rules for their protection. That is one of the main responsibilities in the culture I kept in the forefront of my mind as I made my way through the main room greeting other Doms and their subs as I settled further into my dominant mindset.

There wasn’t a set preference for my sub for the evening other than being a dainty little beauty who would present beautifully. He would kneel at my feet and wait for my instructions. I wasn’t sure if I wanted someone new or request one of my previous submissive I’d played with in the past. I wasn’t worried about it at the moment. I was just reacquainting myself with everything I’ve come to enjoy about the establishment until someone manages to catch my eye. I had no doubt that I’d find a partner for the evening. Julius’ submissives were a selection of the finest

boys in the city. A Dom could find whatever he was looking for in a sub within these walls. A virtual plethora of willing flesh to tantalize and tease to one’s heart’s content.

After making a full circuit around the main room. I chatted up those I knew and I was introduced to a few of the newer members before extracting myself. It was nice to see the club prospering. Julius had always been a long time friend, ever since our younger days when we both attended the same college and kept the same circle of friends. Julius’ degree was in law. He was a dynamic corporate attorney before he grew bored with his high profile job and the corruption of big businesses and chased his real passion in life. His vision was to provide a place for consenting adults to practice BDSM and all that comes with it, in a non-judgemental, safe environment.

It wasn’t until years later after meeting the man had I found about that Julius’ interests in the lifestyle and his dream to carry on his mentors legacy His mentor had taught him as well as a few others that their desires for kink, for something more was not something to be ashamed of, but something to embrace. People had the filthy habit of judging those who walked a different path in life. They were sometimes cruel to the point of being crazed when they didn’t understand a person’s need for desiring something different in their lives, and with their chosen partners.

Julius wanted to create a safe haven so to speak, where like minded people could come and honestly learn the truth about Bondage, Dominance, Sadism, Masochism. They could be educated properly on what safe, sane, and consensual really means. They could have a place where they could practice RACK (Risk-awareness consensual kink) under the proper supervision of Dungeon Masters who made sure that the scenes weren’t taken too far and no one got hurt beyond the level they wanted to experience. From the looks of things, it seemed that my friend had accomplished his dream, and I for one was extremely grateful to be a member of Julius’ Bliss.

My skin prickled with anticipation as I passed through the security doors leading down towards the playrooms. The dungeon, a semi private area where scenes were played out for all to see. The place where performances and demonstrations of the various tools of the trade and techniques in kink were held on stage for all to learn and master. It was the place to meet and greet others with your intentions on how the evening would progress was out there for all to be aware of with no pretenses, no half truths, no worries. A place where all your cards and expectations were on display for all those willing to accept what you were offering or what you had to offer in the name of pleasure, respect, and mutual need.

No sooner had I set foot in the dungeon’s main room, I heard someone calling my name and I turned to the large circular seating area only to see Julius waving me over. I smiled and made my way over and sat down on one of the soft leather sofas next to my friend. I greeted everyone seated in the small group. Julius sat to my right, his brother and another Master Dominant, Aubry was seated on his other side, and next to him was Master Sloan.

“Well, well, well. Look who has finally returned. Tell me, has putting the criminal element behind bars keeping you so busy, you can’t even stop by for a drink with friends?” Julius teased as he raised his glass towards me before taking a drink of what I knew to be only chilled green tea with honey. His boy, Kyle had him on a healthy diet regime, and we all teased him mercilessly about it. We all knew about his legendary fondness for a juicy steak and hearty mashed potatoes.

“It has been busy, it’s a thankless profession, but I choose to do my little part in keeping the fine citizens of this State as safe as I can by putting away as many criminals as I can. You know and I know that sometimes justice isn’t always fair. So I have to be prepared to do all that I can, when I can with the cases I work to see that the hand of justice strikes true.”

“Well said, my friend, but you’re going to burn out if you don’t take some time out for yourself.” Sloan replied and I nodded my head in agreement with him.

“True, it’s a work in progress. Now onto a better topic for the evening. Where are your beautiful boys. I saw Gabby upstairs behind the greeting desk. So that leaves, Sloan’s Sammy and your unforgettable Kyle, Julius?”

“Huh, my boy is definitely unforgettable, that’s for sure.” Julius smiled fondly and the rest of the men around the table chuckled. “He and Sammy are helping our newest little lamb for his debut tonight. As a matter of fact Michael, I do believe that Thomas will be a perfect fit for you. I’ve been telling you for over a year that having a permanent sub is a blessing beyond belief for us set in our ways Dominants.” Julius informed me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Huh…I do recall telling you that I’m not ready to take a permanent sub. I’m not even sure if I want one. Not with the variety of flavors you provide here in this decadent den, my friend.” I pointed out only to hear the men seated around me snicker at my comment.

“You say that now, but just you wait. We all thought just like you until our boy’s came along and brought out every possessive, caveman gene we dominants seem to carry in spades. Like Julius said, now that you are sitting here and I think about it. Thomas is not going to simply push but he is going bang every button you have with a sledgehammer when you set eyes on him.” Sloan uttered with total seriousness to his words.

I sat there not knowing whether to be afraid and run or satisfy my growing curiosity and stay and see this Thomas. The way my heart rate accelerated and my feet refused to move. I guess it was the latter. I’ve been wondering more and more about having a boy of my own, but I’ve never really put any serious thought into it. Now my friends have thrown the topic literally in front of my face and I might as well consider the possibility of having someone who belongs to me and only me, and that boy would have to be exceptional.

Julius was a Master in more ways than one at pairing Doms with their subs, and that piece of knowledge scared me shitless after his most recent statement about this Thomas, a new submissive he’d explained. An untainted sub who I can teach to please me and only me. The idea was taking firm roots in my brain and I suddenly found myself impatient to meet this new submissive.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Pretty little Thomas)

Thomas

“Are you sure about the lip gloss and the guy liner. I already look like a girl and it makes me look even more effeminate.” I said as I gave myself a head to toe once over in the mirror in front of me. Both Sammy, but mostly Kyle was responsible for my outfit as well as my as well as my hair, and apparently my make-up for tonight. I tried to keep my nerves at bay, but who was I trying to kid. I was shaking like a leaf as I stood there wearing black form fitting hotpants and a black up button up silk shirt left open to show off my slender chest and my flawless skin according to Kyle. I’d preened a little when Sammy agreed with him, but now that it was closer to the time for me to actually go out onto the main floor for the first time, I wasn’t so sure about anything anymore.

“Yes I’m sure about the guyliner. It makes those beautiful blues eyes pop and shine from the lipgloss accentuates your pretty pink lips. They’re just begging for some strong Dom to bend you backwards and ravish them. Whoa, just picturing it gets me hot and bothered.” Kyle exclaimed as he fanned himself while reaching for his bottled water.

Spinning around one last time to study my bared butt cheeks, I sighed, resigned to the fact that I had no more excuses. It was time to get this show on the road. Sammy took my hand on one side and Kyle took my other side, they closed in to give me an encouraging squeeze.

“Now remember that until another Dominant meets your approval and you wish to know more about him/her, then you are under the protection and care of Master Julius and Master Sloan. Just follow me sugar plum and you’ll be fine.” Kyle took my arm and turned me away from the mirror to give me an encouraging smile. Both boys to me by the hand and led me towards the door to the locker room. They didn’t give me time to panic as they pushed me through the door and escorted me down the hallway towards the main room.

Sexy, soft music was being piped through the sound system and I could make out the faint sounds of conversation the closer we got the main bar and sitting area of the club. All my months of training was done in another section towards the back of the club, out of the public eye, and mostly during the late afternoon when the place wasn’t busy. So it was kind of a culture shock when we stepped around the corner and into the bustling activity of impressive room.

The lights were dimmed but you could easily see everything, and man was there something to see. There was both men and women dressed in everything from tailored suits and couture dresses, just as there was some people who were barely dressed saved for a lacy thongs and leather shorts, to some wearing nothing at all. There were pretty little subs kneeling on the floor attached to leashes held by their Doms, some where planted on laps or were even being used as footstools. I tried my best not to gawk and the subs dressed as puppies, kittens, or dare I say ponies.

Sammy and Kyle kept my feet moving and I snapped out of my trance and recalled my training. I straightened up and threw my shoulders back. I kept my eyes on my feet as we progressed around the tables towards a VIP sitting area on a raised dias. I heard the appreciative murmurs as we passed a few of the seated patrons. But none of them dared to speak to Kyle or Sammy, the claimed subs of the owner and his best friend. Both Master Dominants of the club.

My friends helped me up the steps as my eyes remained steadfastly on my feet. From beneath my lashes I could tell that there were four men seated on the two sets of leather sofas, their drinks were either in their hand or resting on the center table. I made note of the fact that the were drinking what looked like soda or sparkling water. I felt proud of myself that I remembered Master Julius telling me never to play with anyone who has been drinking alcohol. Not that I had any plans of playing tonight. I was here to see and be seen, at least that was the plan for my first time on the main floor.

Sammy gave my hand a firm encouraging squeeze before he let go and made his way over to his Master. He greeted the extremely handsome man and quickly knelt at his feet, leaning his back against Master Sloan’s knees. A big hand came up and I had to bite my lips to prevent my smile at the sight of Sammy’s eyes almost rolling into the back of his head when his Dom’s thick fingers carded through his hair.

Kyle gave me a little tug and he exuberantly bounced over to his Master. He didn’t kneel like an obedient submissive. He wasn’t as graceful as Sammy. No once Kyle let go of my hand, he launched himself into his Master’s lap and hugged the man like he’d just come home from war. I would have been shocked if it wasn’t for two facts. One, this was Kyle’s usual greeting to his Master no matter if they were apart for a few minutes or a few hours. Secondly, Master Julius did absolutely nothing at all to reprimand his boy whenever he showed him just how happy he was to see him.

Recalling my manners, I waited until Kyle sat back before greeting Master Julius and gracefully sank down to my knees onto the pillow he provided at his feet. I clasped my hands behind my back, rested my but on the back of my boots, and kept my gaze on the floor in front of me. I let my hair cascade over one shoulder so my face wasn’t totally obscured.

My chest puffed out a little further with pride as I felt Master Julius’ hand caress the back of my head. His quiet praise of, “good boy,” almost had me beaming like a megawatt light bulb. Excitement, fear, anticipation and a plethora of emotions were racing through my system almost at once. I was finally here, in a BDSM club, surrounded by gorgeous Masters. I’ve been trained and I’m still training in the lifestyle finding out exactly what it is I’ve been yearning for all my life. To say that I was thrilled would be a gross understatement of the euphoria that was running through my veins. I was floating on a triumphant high until Master Julius called my attention by saying my name, and I quickly turned back into the conversation going on above my head.

“Gentlemen, may I introduce you to this gorgeous boy at my feet, this is Thomas. He is new to Bliss. I am appreciative and proud of the fact that he’s chosen to grace my establishment with his beauty. Thomas, you may greet the gentlemen seated, there are my very good friends of mine as well as Dominants here at Bliss. You already know Master Sloan and Master Aubrey, but you haven’t met Master Michael.” Master Julius waved a hand in the man’s direction and I raised my eyes long enough to be struck absolutely speechless at the dark God of a man seated almost directly across from me.

Those dark eyes bore into me like he was trying to look directly into my soul. Amongst all the good looking and downright stunning men seated around me, this man took the cake. He was perfection personified and I had to clamp my thighs together as I managed to squeak out a polite greeting. I felt Julius fingers rubbing soothing circles on the back of my neck and I just barely managed to calm down enough to drag my eyes away from the man. Oh my God, I’ve died and I’ve gone to heaven. Oh please, oh please let this man be unattached and single.

Everything and everyone else around me disappeared and my sole focus was on the dynamic man in front of me. As much as I tried to be inconspicuous about it, my traitorous eyes kept roaming back to the man like he was my own personal homing beacon. It would be just that my luck that everytime I took a peek, he would be catch me looking for he was staring right back at me. I could feel my face ignite with a furious blush that only caused the sexy bastard’s luscious lips to curve into a delicious little smirk I just wanted to lick off his face.

A shocked gasp almost escaped my lips and I jerked backwards bumping into Master Julius’ knees at the train of my thoughts. Oh gosh, what has gotten into me. I’ve never harbored these kind of thoughts before about anyone. Yeesh, I’ve always fantasized more about belonging to someone. Having someone special who cares about me and wants to take care of me, but I’ve never put much thought into the sexuality part of things. It’s never really crossed my mind until now.

Master Julius leaned over and whispered. “Are you alright Thomas?”

“Yes Sir.” I quickly corrected my posture and once again knelt perfectly as the conversation continued over my head. I also managed to keep my eyes from straying this time. I was too occupied with keeping my thoughts out of the gutter.

During my training sessions both Master Julius and Master Sloan have mentioned the sexual aspects of the lifestyle. They’ve only explained to the extent of the multiple ways and techniques Doms may use to bring their submissives to completion. The different things a submissive may pleasure their Dominants and be pleasured in return. Sexual penetration is a consensual intimate act negotiated between the Dominant and the submissive. Both Masters have stressed the fact the it would be my future Dom who would guide me in that part of my training, so I hadn’t given it much thought until now apparently.

“There a few demonstrations planned for tonight. Let’s go down to the dungeon and watch of the scenes.” Master Julius offered the other men and they readily agreed. “

“Michael, why don’t you escort the lovely Thomas here. I am sure with all your knowledge over the years as a Master Dominant you can greatly increase in the boy’s knowledge about the lifestyle.” Master Julius continued and I was tempted to let my nerves get the better of me and refuse to leave the sanctuary that Master Julius provided. He had drilled it into my brain that is always the submissive’s choice.

That was until Master Michael turned to me and responded. “If this beautiful boy wishes to grace me with his company. I’ll gladly be the envy of every man here tonight with Thomas on my arm.”

I knew it was a smooth ass line he was feeding me, but damn if my heart didn’t flutter all the same and my traitorous blush didn’t give away how he affected me. I can clearly see that Master Michael has a wicked sense of humor and that he didn’t seem to take himself too seriously despite the fact that he looked like the hand of God had carved his features, and one could plainly see the strength and dominance the man carried behind those intelligent eyes.

The confident man got up from his seat and made his way over to where I was still kneeling at Master Julius’ feet. He held out his hand to me and I studied his long elegant fingers before placing my hand in his. The tingles shooting up and down my spine from the contact of his warm smooth skin against mine was like nothing else I’ve ever felt before, and we were just holding hands. Whoa…I locked my knees in place when I rose to my feet. The top of my head barely reached chin, I got an eyeful of impressive set of pectoral muscles clearly outlined behind the material of his shirt before I leaned my head back and lost my train of thought altogether.

My eyes locked with his and the heat and appreciation reflecting back at me in those shimmering aqua orbs had me shuddering where I stood.

“Come one beautiful. Let’s go and continue your education.” He purred in my ear and I swear I would have followed this man anywhere he wanted to lead me just as long as he continued to use that tone of voice.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Actor Michael Demello as my idea of what Patrick McIntyre looks Like)

Michael

As we descended the stairs down into the dungeon, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the stunning beauty walking beside me. Damn Julius to hell and back then damn him all over again. The smug bastard was just chomping at the bit to say, ‘I told you so.’ He would be correct in his gloating because everything he’d said about Thomas being my type was true. The boy is absolutely stunning, simply perfect. His androgynous features made him as gorgeous as any female that I’ve ever seen. His small stature made it perfect for me to just want to tuck him against my much larger frame. I was sure that he’d fit perfectly against me, and that ass.

It was perfection as well, two milky white rounded globes curved just enough to give him a sexy little bubble butt. My palms itched knowing that they would be just enough to fill each of my hands. I was practically salivating with the thought of turning them pink and hot to touch with a few well placed smacks. Damn, my thoughts are running away with me, or I should say my cock was jumping in leaps and bounds over everything else. I didn’t know anything about the little beauty other than his first name. That’s something I was going to rectify as soon as I possibly could.

According to Julius this is Thomas’ debut to the main areas of the club. It would selfish of me to deprive the young man of witnessing all that Bliss had to offer, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let another Dom poach this boy away from me unless it’s his choice to be with a Dominant other than me. I bit my lip in consternation as we passed through the archway and entered the demonstration area. Because this is Thomas first experience, it would be more than selfish to snatch him up without so much as a chance of letting him get his feet wet, to get a taste of the club’s culture and it’s patrons.

Fuck me, I came here looking to blow off some steam and fucking Julius and Sloan who have happily given up their player’s card wanted their friends living happily ever after as well, just like they were, the besotted bastards. Here I am thinking of ways to take this beautiful boy out of the public eye and making him mine. When less than two hours ago, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted a permanent boy. I wasn’t even sure if Thomas was looking for a Master or if he was just looking to play in a few scenes.

There was something about him, his innocence and his shy countenance told me that he was too timid to be a house sub. Too introverted to jump from playing with one Dom after the other. My instincts were screaming at me that this boy wanted to belong to someone. He needed a Master to care for him, and those same instincts were also telling me that I’m the one who’s supposed to claim this boy and make him mine.

When we came up on Julius semi private seating area located close the stage, our little entourage stopped as Sloan stepped away and greeted a huge man that could have been taken for his twin except the guy was maybe a foot taller than Sloan. I vaguely remembered the man from Julius’ Christmas party last year. Yeah, his name is Patrick McIntyre, Sloan’s older brother. Sloan was a big motherfucker, but whereas Sloan as a clean cut, perfectly groomed, and a polished businessman.

His brother looked like the poster boy for bad boys everywhere. His thick muscular arms were covered with colorful sleeves of tattoos. He was wearing leathers like most of us, but his legs looked like two thick cement posts. He sported a buzz cut and a short beard. I didn’t know what to make of him then, and I didn’t know what to make of the man now, other than he was eyeing up Thomas in a way I didn’t appreciate at all. He was one of those strong silent types. But a stunning motherfucker all the same.

My hackles were standing on end and after the niceties were made and the Doms were all seated, it would be just my luck that Patrick took the seat next to mine which meant that if Thomas knealt at my feet he would be right beside Patrick as well. Every possessive, Dominant streak in me wasn’t having any of that shit. So when the beautiful boy went to gracefully kneel down, my hand shot out and stayed him. His gorgeous blue eyes shot up to mine in surprise before his training kicked in and he demurely lowered his gaze.

The little devil on my shoulder had me taking Thomas by the hand to prevent him from kneeling on the plush cushion at my feet. “If you wish, you can sit up here with me. I’m sure you’ll be able to see the demonstration better from up here rather than kneeling for now.

The delicious blush spread across his pretty face before he timidly agreed. My lips curved in with a smug smirk as I guided the little cutie to right where he should be, in my lap. I didn’t give a shit that my friends were intently watching us or that they smothered their chuckles by pretending to cough behind their fists. All that mattered to me at the moment was that Thomas’ delectable little bubble butt was settling nicely over my crotch.

My dick woke up and began to fill showing that it was more than happy with our current proximity to Thomas. I so wanted to flash a triumphant smile in Patrick’s direction, just wanting him to acknowledge the fact that I’m staking my claim on Thomas, but this wasn’t high school. We were all grown men, Dominants, professionals in our chosen fields of employment and our way of life. However, right now my caveman tendencies were at it’s peak and it took all that I had not to bang my fist against my chest and proclaim. “Boy mine,” and challengingly bare my teeth at the big fucker.

Conversation flowed around us but I didn’t participate or pay much attention to what was being said. My sole focus was on the the heavenly boy in my lap. I tried by best not to squirm or roll my hips and rub my aching hard on against Thomas’ warm, firm ass cheeks. The lights dimmed and one of the newer Doms to the club appeared on stage. His two submissives a boy and girl trailed behind him, their leashes held firmly in his hand. Not even the impending show could take my attentions away from Thomas. I just wanted to carry him off to somewhere a little more private. Someplace we could talk and get to know one another better.

Then, I would be able to suss out the boy’s ideas of what he truly wanted to experience from the lifestyle. I could discern if my theory of him wanting a Master for himself was correct, and if I was going to be able to fulfill that role in his life. I’d never really put in much thought about having a boy of my own. But I wanted Thomas to be drawn to me as much as I was drawn to him. It wasn’t about his stunning looks, his beauty was just a plus on the level of attraction I felt towards him.

Like I deduced before, this was the boy’s first time witnessing club Bliss and I didn’t want to be selfish in my pursuits, so I relaxed back into the cushions and loosely wrapped my arms around his slender waist. It pleased me to no end when he leaned into my chest completely at ease in my lap. I let my mind absorb the delights of his closeness as he watched the people on the stage performing an intricate display of Shibari rope technique. His blushes and wide eyed innocence was more entertaining than what was going on up on the raised dias.

It felt like forever before the show was over and I wasted no time by leaning over and asking the cutie if he would like to go upstairs and join me for a drink. He looked to Julius and I turned my face towards my friend and lifted a questioning eyebrow in his direction. Julius gave us a slight nod of consent, and I quickly wished everyone a pleasant evening and eased Thomas off my lap before escorting him back to the main area of the club.

We found a quiet corner and I seated him in the booth and slid in next to him. Thomas clasped his hands in his lap as the waiter took my order for two cranberry spritzers and an tray of assorted appetizers.

“So tell me love, I understand this is all new for you. What interested you in wanting to know more about BDSM?” I asked him and he gave me a shy smile before once again lowering his eyes. “No, none of that. I want to see those baby blues. Right now, I am Michael Kemp, not the Master Dominant you were introduced to, but a man who is attracted to you and wants to know more about you. I feel that we may be compatible together. It all depends on what you are looking for in the lifestyle.

Thomas’ cheeks flushed all over again before he nodded and peeked up at me from under the fringe of those thick lashes. I watched as he drew a calming breath and he quietly proceeded to tell me a little about himself. He explained that he was an orphan and about his time moving through the foster system never staying one place long enough to form bonds with the foster parents and being afraid of the foster siblings who had always picked on him for being small and effeminate. My heart twisted at how matter of factly he spoke about it all, like he was trying to be nonchalant about it, but yet I could not only hear the yearning in his voice for his need to connect to another person., I could feel the waves of his need to be cherished flowing over me as well.

Thomas went on to explain about assisting his instructor and mentor with taking publicity pictures of Bliss when Julius had finished with his renovations of the club sometime last year. He told me about witnessing the closeness between the Dominants and their submissives. He said he used to spend more time watching the interactions between the men and women and he’d wanted to know more their uniqueness of their relationships. He wanted someone to look at him like he is their everything.

Although I could see his nerves trembling through his long elegant fingers, Thomas had no problems articulating why he became interested in the lifestyle. He further went on to explain about trying to research about D/s relationships online and how unfruitful the searches were. The more he tried to look up anything BDSM was the more he was pointed towards the websites featuring kinky porn. Then surprisingly enough he told me about seeing Sammy’s and then Kyle’s collars at the University they all attended, and how he’d tried to work up the nerve for weeks to speak to the boys.

“Well if you’ll allow me, I’ll like to help you by teaching more about the different meanings of BDSM, and about the lifestyle in general. I’m no expert in D/s relationships, there are a few I can teach you about like the difference between a submissive and a slave. Living the lifestyle 24/7 versus playing here in the club or in a private home. I am sure Julius explained the plethora of rules, the most important one about being safe, sane, and consensual.” I looked him in the eye so that he could see I was very serious on the topic we were discussing.

“Ultimately I’d like to perhaps one day be your Master and maybe you will want to belong to me.” I placed my intent right out there on the table. After all, that is one of the things crucial to living the lifestyle, being up front and honest about everything. There’s no place for playing games within this community and if Thomas is going to be mine, and I was going to be his, then we’re going start this relationship with being daringly up front with each other.

Thomas beamed at me before his whispered a quiet. “Yes, I’d like for you to teach me more and to get the chance to know more about you as well.”

“Perfect, it’ll be my pleasure and hopefully yours as well.” I reached out and brushed the back of my hand over his smoothness of his cheek. We chatted and worked our way through the appetizers. He told me more about his photography and I told him about my job as a prosecuting attorney for our State. Before I knew time had passed us by and the club was winding down.

Sammy and Kyle came to collect Thomas. Julius was lenient with me and the time I spent with Thomas out of his field of vision seeing that we’re friends, but I made no mistake in knowing that he took his responsibilities seriously when it came to his boys, and until I formerly make my wishes known towards Thomas, I would have to concede to his wishes for the moment. That was alright with me because I knew Thomas is in good hands with Julius protecting him until I take over that role as Thomas’ Master.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Thomas

(Hallway outside private playrooms)

My heart was pounding away in my chest as I stepped through the front door of Bliss. I took a deep breath trying to settle the fluttering butterflies in my stomach as I greeted Gabby at the front desk.

“Hey calm down. You look like you’re going to pass out any minute now.” Gabby exclaimed as he took my jacket from me and handed me the ticket to claim it back later.

Giving him a wobbly smile I replied. “That’s easier said than done.”

Gabby chuckled and smacked me on my arm. “Chin up. Everyone gets through their first scene with the Master of their choice. You’ll be fine, especially with a Dom like Master Michael. Besides, Master Julius has been coaching you for weeks, and Master Michael is more than aware that this is your first time. I’ve also heard through the sub’s Grapevine that he’s requested a private room this evening. I’m sure he’s going to take excellent care of you.”

Nodding my head in agreement with him, I gave him another tentative smile before pushing through the double doors leading to the main area of the club. I’d barely set foot inside when I heard Kyle’s telltale squeal of delight seconds before I was rushed and tangled up in a pair of slender arms. I found myself being propelled down the hallway leading to the locker rooms.

“Come on gorgeous, time’s awasting. Sammy’s already chosen your outfit for tonight and I got to get you ready and fine tune your pretty face and your sexy little body.” He chirped as we barreled through the locker room doors.

To say the entire preparation Kyle planned for me was as simple as removing my street clothes and getting into a pair of indecently short boy shorts and a skin tight silk shirt would have been a serious lie. No, what had actually happened was, Sammy and Kyle subjected me to things that I’ll never, ever speak of in this lifetime or the next. The only redeeming factor to the whole process was that I was buffed, puffed, and clean as a whistle both inside and out. They’d assured me that this kind of treatment was expected from a submissive when preparing for a scene and it is expected if not performed on us by our Masters themselves.

Needless to say after my initial embarrassment, I just relaxed and literally just went with the flow. Now I was dressed and I must admit that I’ve never felt as sexy as I perceived myself to be right at this moment. I turned to the left and then to the right and studied my reflection in the mirror. I prayed that Master Michael will like what he sees.

It’s been a little over month since I met the man, and he has made it a point to speak to me everyday and meet with me every weekend since then here at Bliss where I felt safe under Julius’ ever watchful gaze. It wasn’t until last weekend after speaking with Master Julius that Master Michael asked me to share a scene with him. He made it seem like it was an honor to be the one I chose to play with first.

If I’m going to be totally honest with myself, I’ve been so infatuated with the man. I’ve found myself dreaming that I will please Master Michael to the extent that he’ll want me for his own and I won’t have to worry about finding anyone else. Master Julius had warned me not to put too much hope in finding the right Master the first time out of the gate, but the connection I felt with Master Michael can’t be denied. He just felt right to me, and that’s where my nerves come in. I want him for my own, but will he be satisfied with a novice like me?

There’s only one way to find out. I closed my eyes and breathed a deep fortifying breath in through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. I repeated this action a few more times before I felt centered enough to allow my friends to lead me to the main playroom where hopefully my Sir is waiting for me. With Kyle and Sammy at my side, our little entourage made it’s way into the main seating area of the club. I kept my eyes firmly on my feet as we gracefully navigated the plush couches and tables that littered the main floor.

“Ah, here they are, simply stunning aren’t they.” Julius deep voice greeted us as we drew near to his semi private seating area.

I heard the murmurs of approval from the other Dominants seated around the L shaped sofa. Kyle and I promptly sank to our knees on the cushions placed at Julius feet. Sammy made a beeline to Master Sloan and all but purred when his Master lovingly caressed a hand over his dark curls. With a gentle prompt from Julius, Kyle and I greeted the men seated above us.

My stomach twisted when I noticed that the one person I was looking for wasn’t in attendance amongst the other Dominants. Of course, Julius was seated in between Kyle and I. His brother, Master Auriel sat next to him, but his focus was on the entrance where his boy, Gabriel was greeting the patrons coming into the establishment for the evening.

Sammy was all but wrapped around Master Sloan’s legs, and to my surprise. Master Sloan’s brother, Patrick was reclining on the other side of his sibling casually sipping on the drink in his beefy hand. Master Michael as nowhere in sight and I had to fight the urge to slump my shoulders in disappointment. What if he’s changed his mind and he decided he did want a newbie like me? What then? Omg, my stomach fluttered and I had to truly focus and swallow a few times to keep myself from puking up what little dinner I had remaining in my stomach.

Seconds away from a mini meltdown, I felt rather than heard when Master Michael when he stepped onto the dias and my heart rate spiked into the stratosphere.

“Good evening gentlemen.” He politely greeted everyone both seated and kneeling. I watched his thick, leather covered legs as he came into my line of vision and stopped directly in front of me. I had to refrain from leaning forward and rubbing my face against the rippling muscles of his well toned thighs. I am sure my eyes went as round as dinner plates when he promtply squatted down in front of me. “May I?” He simply inquired of Julius who must have nodded his head in consent because I didn’t hear any words exchanged between the two.

“Look at me, pet” That voice was all kinds of stern. It was gentle, yet powerful with the steel bite behind his words that left no room for argument. I dutifully lifted my head and I slowly savored the sight of his mouth watering physique as my eyes traveled from the tips of his black boots, up and over his thick, well defined legs. I bit my lip in order to stifle the little whimper of desire as my gaze I roamed over his rippling abdominal muscles, up his wide chest, and across those broad shoulders. God, this man was built to perfection. I felt like my mouth was literally watering by the time my eyes locked onto his.

The heat simmering in his gaze was enough to have me squeezing my thighs together in hopes of trying to prevent my cock from swelling in these itty bitty shorts. I had to lock my muscles in place before I embarrassed myself and made a mockery of all of Master Julius’ training by launching myself at the man.

“How are you tonight, little one?” Master Michael asked me, his deep voice was whisper soft meant for my ears only. It shivered down the length of my spine and only added fuel to the already building haze of lust taking over my body.

It took me a few seconds to unscramble my brain enough to politely answer. “I am doing well Master Michael. How are you?”

“I am more than fine now gorgeous because I’m here with you. Are you ready for me?” He held out his hand to me with the palm side facing up, a clear invitation to join him, to chose him. He patiently waited for me to reach out and accept his first act of claiming me for the evening.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, my heart fluttered and my hand trembled as I reached forward and placed my hand in his. He closed his fingers and engulfed my much smaller hand in the heat and warmth of his own, and it was like a switch was flipped on in my head. I immediately felt the currents of our connection sizzle along the surface of my skin. A sensation of warmth blossomed in my core and instead of feeling anxious, I was eager for our night to progress onto the next level.

“I’m ready Sir.” I replied while looking him dead in the eye so that he could see I was taking this very seriously. This man was meant for me, I felt it down the marrow of my bones and before this night is over, he is going to be so pleased with me that he’ll never want to let me go. He was going to be mine as much as I was already his.

Master Michael gracefully rose to his feet drawing me up with him. He towered over me as briefly spoke to the men seated around us. Kyle caught my eye from where he was sitting at his Master’s feet and gave me an encouraging smile and a saucy little wink before I caught Master Michael’s words excusing us from present company and wishing the men a good evening. He placed my arm in the crook of his elbow and proceeded to lead me from Master Julius’ seating area towards the back of the club where the private rooms were located. I looked neither left or right as we made our way across the main area. My sole focus was on centering myself and trying my best to remember my training.

We came to a stop in front of door at the end of the hall, this one wasn’t like all the other doors to the other private rooms. This door was painted white with a black trim instead of red, and it had letters on it instead of a peep through safety window where the Dungeon Master’s can check on the occupants to make sure everyone was safe. I turned to look around at the other rooms and there were four doors painted and labeled as such at the end of the hallway. The door we were standing in front of was labeled room number three.

Michael must have seen the confusion on my face as he pushed a keycard into the slot on the door, he explained. “These rooms are the private suites, Julius’ is obviously room one over there, the others belong to members who pay for the privilege to have these rooms permanently reserved to them for totally private sessions. The rooms are still have the amenities of the other playrooms such as the panic buttons and the safety phones lines, but outside intrusions like video and sound monitoring, and of course the safety window are not permitted in these rooms.”

He ushered me inside and I before I could grasp a hold of how I felt about being totally closed off in a playroom after Master Julius had drilled the safety issues into me over and over again, my jaw dropped as the door clicked closed behind me sealing me into an decadent and luxuriously decorated room. The room looked nothing like the other playrooms, the entire décor screamed promises of sinfully erotic pleasures.

The walls were painted white, it was almost startling against the dark wood and black leather furniture. The focal point of the room was a huge mahogany four poster bed covered with plush silk multicolored pillows and black silk sheets. There were two huge mahogany chests, one on each side of the entrance door. I could only imagine what they contained. This was a playroom after all, and the leather sex swing dangling discreetly in the far corner room attested to that.

Sir ushered me further into the room and I caught sight of the mirror in the ceiling over the bed and my mind immediately filled with hot as hell images of what I’ll hopefully witness later on those silken sheets.

“Are you alright with being completely alone with me in my private room? You can go ahead and test out the safety phones and you can see the red panic buttons throughout the room.” He assured me and I gave him a shy smile before I walked over and picked up one of the phones. Someone from security answered and acknowledged the room was now occupied. I hung up the phone and turned back to my Master only to see him leaning casually against one of bed’s thick columns looking so mind numbing sexy.

“What are your safe words?” He quietly demanded and I almost swooned right where I was standing. I’m about to begin my very first scene.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Michael

(Enjoy Pillow Talk by Zayn…I thought it was appropriate.)

“Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve discussed the various topics about the lifestyle and what your preferences might be towards trying out a few scenarios for your very first scene.” I began to explain to a very nervous looking boy. Thomas stood in the middle of my playroom and presented himself so beautifully for me. I so wanted to just throw everything out the window and fuck him on every available flat surface in the room and then some, but he chose me to be his first not only in introducing him to the pleasures of playing in the lifestyle, but to be his first sexual experience as well. I couldn’t help the surge of pride as well as truly thankful for the trust Thomas has placed in me.

Sauntering over to him, I took my time as I studied his appearance. Ever since I laid eyes on him earlier in the club, my cock has been rock hard. No other words could describe this boy other than he is simply stunning. His long blond tresses glistened like spun gold under the muted lights of my playroom. They flowed loose and free down the middle of his slender back. The black leather and silky material of his barely there shorts and shirt made his pale skin glow like he was lit from deep within his sexy little body. My fingers itched to caress to feel and simply absorb every delectable inch of his body under my hands, but I kept my hands firmly at my side. I’ll touch him soon enough, but for now what I’ve got planned for this beautiful boy, there will be a lot of touching going on soon enough.

“Before we start anything boy, I want to thank you for allowing me to be the Dom you have chosen to perform your first scene with. I am truly humbled by the trust you have placed in my hands and I promise to take excellent care you of you. Now strip.” I demanded and turned away from him to make my way over to the bed. I pulled back the comforter revealing the blood red silken sheets covering the plush mattress.

After folding back the comforter to the end of the bed, I fluffed up a few pillows and placed them in the center of the mattress, I turned back to my boy and almost swallowed my tongue at the glorious sight he presented. My cock twitched and expanded even more inside of my leathers. I’m sure the zipper’s teeth were going to leave their imprint down the length of my dick.

Slowly pacing my way back over to him, I used the tip of my finger to run a trail down the length of his elegant spine. A sense of smug satisfaction curved my lips as his flawless skin flushed bright red and goosebumps formed in the wake of my caress. “You are exquisite baby.” I leaned over and whispered in his ear. I watched as he parted those pretty pink lips as if to answer me but nothing came out other than a needy little whimper. That sexy little sound sent another surge of blood pumping to my already turgid shaft. My balls quivered and drew up closer to my body. They screamed for release, but I had complete control over my body and I was prepared not to come, not for a while at least.

Taking him by the hand I led him towards the bed and I urged him to get up and lay back in the pillows. “Look up boy.” I instructed and I was rewarded with his shocked little gasp.

“That’s right precious, you can watch every single thing that happens on this bed. I want you to touch yourself, find the places on your body that brings you pleasure. Show me where you want me to touch you. Don’t be embarrassed baby, it’s just you and me in here. Go ahead boy, show me how to please you.” I encouraged him as I took a seat on the love seat facing the bed in front of him.

Thomas looked a little overwhelmed for a minute as a furious blush spread across the surface of his flawless skin and he shyly ducked his head.

“Hey now, no need for that let me start this out for you. Watch me.” I said as I reached up and began unbuttoning the front of my shirt. I shrugged out of the material and let it fall to the floor baring my upper torso to him all the while keeping my eyes locked onto his. Next, I leaned back and popped the button of my pants. I unzipped the fly and lifted my butt and slowly slid my hands under the waist and shoved the pants under my ass and down my legs. I kicked them off and spread my legs giving him a unencumbered view of my heavy balls and my leaking erection.

Pleased to see the look of total captivation on his face, I released a deep little rumble as I wrapped my fingers around the length of my rigid cock and gave it a slow, but strong pull from root to tip. I used my thumb to swirl my preejaculate around the smooth mushroomed head. His little mewl caught my attention and tremors of heat shivered down my spine and pooled in my already swollen balls.

Thomas’ eyes were rooted on the movement of my fist on my dick. His pupils were blown wide open as he watched me pleasure myself. I didn’t say another word as he reached for his own erection. His shaft was long but slender, the tip glistened invitingly wet with precum. I couldn’t wait to taste him, but I wanted him to be in the moment. I wanted him empowered, knowing exactly what he wanted and where he wanted me to touch him. The best way to receive pleasure is to know how you wanted to be pleasured.

My cock pulsed in my hand and I knew I couldn’t keep this up for much longer without coming all over myself. I was already excited beyond belief and the temptation lying in the middle of my bed was almost my undoing. I was never more relieved when Thomas shook off his shyness and began to stroke himself.

“That’s right darling, feel how hard you are, slide your fingers through your fluids, use it to make the glide easier. Do you feel it? The little tingles of delight running down the length of your body. Do you feel the fire churning in those delectable balls of yours? I want to suck each of them into my mouth and taste you baby. Would you like that? Would you like for me to work my way in between those creamy thighs and latch my lips around that pretty prick? Keep stroking yourself for me precious, just like that.”

Letting go of my throbbing cock, I drew in a deep stuttering breath before I continued to mind fuck my boy. Thomas was all but panting as he writhed in the middle of my bed, his hand working as he jacked himself off.

“You are being such a good boy, an obedient boy. Now reach over and get the lube on the nightstand love.” I further instructed him and waited until he let go of himself to follow my command.

“Pop the top and coat your fingers with it. I want you to spread yourself open and I want you to explore that tight little hole and prepare yourself for me. Fuck yourself on your fingers.”

Thomas’ hands trembled at my words, but I just waited patiently until he complied with my instructions. I could barely sit still as I watched him lay back and opened himself for my viewing pleasure, and damn if it didn’t take all that I had to remain seated and not launch myself on the unsuspecting beauty.

“Let me hear you precious. I want to know that it feels good. Let go baby and give me what I want.” I urged him on and the watched as he ran a tentative slick finger over his winking little hole. Thomas moaned as he pressed against the tightly clenched muscles of his opening. My cock jerked and slapped against my lower abdomen. I had to pinch the base of my shaft to prevent myself from coming right then and there.

“Yes, that’s it baby. Slide it in, come on, relax and open up boy.” I panted the words and continued to watch him work the tip of finger into himself. I slid down to the very edge of my seat as Thomas inserted a second finger inside himself. “Do you feel how hot you are inside baby, that smooth tight heat and those muscles milking your fingers. It burns at first but then it feels like heaven. Imagine those fingers are mine?” I said and I had to stifle a moan when Thomas spread his legs even wider and released a toe curling moan and his back arched off the bed. He was truly working his fingers when he attempted to insert another, his head popped up off the pillows and he pinned me with a gaze so hot I swore I felt like someone waved a fire wand over the surface of my skin.

“Please, please Sir. I need you.” He pleaded almost desperately and I lost it.

An animalistic growl tore out of my throat as I surged off the sofa and reached for him. Thomas yelped as I wrapped my hands around his ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed.

“Lube baby, I need the lube.” I demanded through clenched teeth. If I didn’t get inside of him within the next few minutes it was going to be over before I can even get started.

Thomas managed to snatch the bottle he’d dropped by the pillows and he shoved it into my waiting hand. I fingers shook as I popped the cap and coated my fingers with the slippery fluid. “Relax for me precious. Let me open you some more. I don’t want to hurt you.” I whispered as I circled his quivering entrance. I applied some pressure and the tip of my finger eased into his already wet hole. The heat surrounding the digit had me shuddering with anticipation. I had to remind myself to take it slow as I worked my finger deep into his chute. I curled my finger and found that little gland deep inside of him and Thomas keened and nearly launched off the bed.

“That’s right baby, that little powerhouse right there is your prostate. Feels amazing doesn’t it?” I pegged it again and Thomas released a shuddering sob and I took the opportunity to slide another digit into him. He began moaning and stuttering incoherently as he rolled his hips to grind his ass on my hand. I trailed little nibbling kisses down his neck tasting the salty sweetness of his skin and I continued to open him up. I worked my tongue over his slender chest until I reached his little nipple and I flicked the tip of my tongue over the pebbled nub.

He bucked underneath me. “Please, I…God please take me, make me yours. I need…Oh God.” Thomas sobbed and a powerful feeling of possessiveness gripped me by the balls.

He whimpered in protest as I removed my fingers but he quickly offered himself as I barely managed to slip the condom over the head and down my shaft. I slid the tip of my condom covered prick against his entrance for a few seconds before pushing against the protective muscles. Even with working three fingers into his channel just seconds ago, I still had to whisper soothing words in hopes to helping him relax enough to take me. Finally the head slipped into his scorching heat and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. It was like after that first resistance his rippling chute opened up and sucked me balls deep into my own personal heaven. My muscles quivered and my balls rolled up into my body. A sheen of sweat covered every inch of my skin with the effort it took for me to remain still. Thomas needed time to adjust to size of my cock seated firmly inside of him.

“Ahh Gawd, please move Sir, please….” He moaned and that was all the permission I needed as I withdrew almost all the way out of him before snapping my hips and fully seating myself all over again. I threw his legs over my shoulders and I began pounding into him. I set a brutal pace and Thomas matched me thrust for thrust screaming on top of his lungs the whole time. Fuck the sounds he was making drove me on and I knew he was going to be almost crippled after the fucking I was giving him but I couldn’t stop.

The milking action of his channel and his sheer enthusiasm had me feeling like I was conquering the world. The razor sharp daggers of my release slashed it’s way down my spine and cut a path of searing heat right through my balls and traveled the length of my cock. Thomas howled and his channel clamped down almost painfully along the length of his cock. I felt the warm wetness of his release splash against my abdomen and chest. I opened my eyes and looked down into his lovely enraptured face and fucking lost it. I lost the hold on my orgasm, and I lost my heart and soul in that very moment. Everything that I am now belonged to the beautiful boy underneath me. I threw my head back and groaned long and loud as my cock exploded deep within the boy that now owned me.

My sweat covered body slumped over his heaving slender frame. “You are mine. I can’t hand you over to someone else. You are mine, my boy and when we we’re done I am going to put you under a contract for an indefinite amount of time. Do you understand me precious?” I asked as I brushed his damp hair away from his sweaty face.

“That’s means I’m yours right? I will be your boy?” He whispered looking dazed but expectantly up at me and I couldn’t resist as I leaned forward and kissed those pretty pink lips.

“Yes, that means you belong to me just as I belong to you baby. You are my boy, my little love.” I replied before gently easing myself out of him. I took care of disposing the condom and retrieved a warm wet washcloth and cleaned up myself and my boy. I returned to the bed with two bottles of water and urged him to drink. Afterwards I gathered him into my arms and I laid there stroking a soothing hand down the length of my boy’s back until his breathing even out and he fell into a exhausted slumber. A smile of satisfaction curved my lips. “My boy, mine,” was the last thought in my head before I drifted off as well.

The End

Prologue

Prologue

Callum

(Model Gus Drake as my idea of how Callum Looks)

Five years ago…

“Callum, Callum, boy where are you? Get your head outta the clouds and gather them dirty dishes. They ain’t gonna wash themselves ya know.” Francois’, the head chef’s aggravated hollering shook me out of my stupor and I quickly scurried out of the busy kitchen and into the restaurant’s elegant dining area to gently gather the delicate chinaware from the brunch rush to take back and load them into the massive industrial dishwashers. I kept my head down as I moved silently from table to table gathering the used dishes and carefully loaded them into the gray bin I as holding against my hip. I made sure that no leftover food splattered against my pristine white uniform.

On any given day when Francois spoke to his customers, you could here the smooth French accent just pouring into every word coming out of his mouth. Otherwise, he sounded like he just stepped out of the lower east end of the docks by the Hudson River. Go figure, it was far for me saying anything about it. I heaved the heavy bin closer to my slender chest and carried my burden into the kitchen. I sidestepped the other chefs and servers like it was a choreographed dance in order to get to the dishwasher without dropping the thousand of dollars worth of fine Chinaware and polished stainless steel utensils.

I scraped the leftover food into the garbage and shook my head at how the wealthy wasted food, some of the elaborate confections were barely touched. Some nights when I’m so hungry that my stomach felt like it was clawing against my spine I would have gladly garbage dived for some of the delicacies I was currently throwing out. Sometimes when Francois was feeling generous at the end of the week, he’d let me pack some food up for the weekends I wasn’t scheduled to work. He was cool like that, sometimes. I learned not to take it for granted and I don’t expect to happen again until it does.

After loading the dishwasher, I went back into the dining area to remove soiled table linens and replace them with clean crisp fresh ones. I reset the tables making sure that the tea lights we merrily glowing away in water filled decorative crystal centerpieces set in the middle of each table. Once that was done, I quietly made my way back into the kitchen trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. I slinked around the organized chaos as the chefs prepared for the evening influx of clients. It was Friday, so usually the reservations were filled to capacity just the way I liked it. Keeping busy kept me from thinking about the misery that is my life.

It’s been six months since my Master passed away and I still feel the pain and desolation of his lost as fresh as if it was the night the doctor in the emergency room informed me that they couldn’t save him. His heart had given out and there had been nothing else that they could have possibly done to prevent his death. Less than forty-eight hours later my Master’s children had descended with the police in tow and kicked me out of our home. My Master and I had spent six wonderful years together, he’s promised he’d take care of me forever. He said he was going to change some things in his will for make sure I would be taken care of, but I’d always scolded him, telling him that he shouldn’t talk like that. That he had plenty years left, but I was wrong, and he never had gotten around to making those changes.

In all actuality, I didn’t care about the money, the house, or the cars. I would trade it all in a heartbeat if I just had some more time with my loving Sir. I couldn’t help the smile that curved my lips when I recalled the day we met. I had finally saved up enough money to actually set foot into the swanky members only BDSM club, Indulgence. I’d been there as a prospective member and guest a dozen times. I gathered the application forms and medical documents weeks before I was able to make the yearly membership fee payment. I’d filled everything out and worked day and night bussing tables, and delivering packages all over town. It wasn’t easy but I’d managed since I was living with three other guys in a three bedroom apartment and we split the rent and utilities.

My Master had walked in that very night and I’d laid eyes on him and that was it for me. I’d watched every single presentation he’d performed and burned with envious jealousy at each and every pretty little sub he did a scene with. I silently raged with the luckier ones he spent time with in the private rooms in the back of the establishment. I’d watched him for months before devoting myself to learning to be the best submissive possible. Then when I felt I was ready, I’d spent a small fortune at the day spa a lot of the subs used to make themselves irresistible.

My long dark waves had been cut and styled to perfection. I was waxed from head to toe, my skin moisturized and as supple and smooth as a newborns. I’d dressed myself in the tightest leather boy shorts I could find. Outlined my bright green eyes with Kohl liner and added a sheen of lip gloss to my pouty pink lips and made my move. With my heart in my throat, I’d brazenly sashayed my way into the main sitting area and promptly presented myself at my Master’s. feet. Kneeling in perfect display for his viewing pleasure.

The table of Doms where my Master had been sitting had gone quiet. I had peeked from underneath my lashes at my Master to gauge his reaction to my forwardness. It wasn’t until one of the other Doms guffawed and slapped my Master on the back teasing him about having a pretty little admirer that I had finally relaxed and preened just a little bit more. Needless to say I’s accomplished my goal of catching the most delectable Dominant’s eye and it was just him and I from that day forth. That was until he passed away and left me all alone all over again.

This time around, I didn’t have a house full of roommates to split expenses with. I didn’t have a meager savings to fall back on. I’d been totally dependent on my Master foolishly thinking that he was always going to be there for me. He’d wanted me at his side all day everyday, so I’d quit my jobs and made him my life. The only exception was his insistence that I pursued my love of cooking and baking, hence the years of culinary school he’d sent me to.

Now he’s gone, and I have no life. I’m struggling financially, physically, and emotionally. Just making the simplest of decisions gave me hives, that is, if I didn’t pass out from sheer nerves first and foremost. I’ve barely been getting by the past few months and I keep myself busy by working two jobs just not to think about any of it. This is my life now, and my Dom is never coming back. All I have is myself and I have to make the best with what I do have or I at least hope I can.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(Actor/Model Michael D. as my idea of Patrick McIntyre. Enjoy the video of Usher’s song Daddy’s Home, I thought the message in the song is appropriate never mind the girl lyrics…lol)

Patrick

https://youtu.be/pD8mxge6kek

Handing back the expensive looking fountain pen to Julius, I watched a brilliant smile curve the Master Dominant’s handsome as he rose from behind his massive desk to shake my hand.

“Welcome to Bliss Master Patrick. I’m so glad you decided to become a member of my club. Now that you are maybe Sloan can finally shut up about it.”

“Thanks Julius, I am happy to be here. I wasn’t worried about passing your rigorous screening process, and I must say that your club seems to have an abundance of gorgeous well trained boys to choose from.” I responded as I shook the man hand.

“Why, thank you. My boys have always done me proud. Is there a particular one that has caught your eye as of yet.” He asked me as we entered the hallway outside of his office.

“Not yet, none that I’ve wanted to make my own. I am looking for the perfect boy to become my Little. I have…How should I put this? I have very singular tastes and requirements for that special boy and as talented and as beautiful as your boys are. I haven’t met any as of yet to fulfill my particular needs.”

“Ah…I see. So the Daddy in you is searching for your little boy. I understand, although it’s been awhile for me to see a DD/lb relationship first hand. I’ll most definitely keep an eye out for a match for you. You are right, my boys are gorgeous, but they are a high spirited lot and most of them needs a strong hand. Hey know what they want and they are fiercely independent until the meet the Dom of their dreams. I hope the perfect boy comes along for you soon. In the meantime, there are a sleuth of beautiful boys that would love to climb you like a tree.” Julius teased and I couldn’t help to chuckle right along with him because he was absolutely right on all counts.

We made our way through the main area of the club and I gave a few of the vying subs an encouraging wink as we walked past them. It was just a plain turn on for me to watch them blush and preen under my subtle attentions. Julius’ selection of male subs rivaled a lot of like minded clubs I have managed to visit over my years owning my construction business. I’ve traveled far and wide to build everything from gravity defying skyscrapers in the heart of many up and coming cities to low income apartment housing for rehabilitating disaster zones.

“Hey big man, did you sign?” Sloan asked me even brefore my ass hit the seat in the VIP area of the lounge.

“Damn Sloan, settle a bit. Let the man at least order a drink and choose a boy for the evening.” Julius laughed as he took a seat and immediately his boy Kyle presented himself at his Dominant’s side. The man dropped a plush pillow on the floor between his spread legs and Kyle gracefully sank to his knees and rested his curly blond head on his Master’s thigh. His slender shoulders rose and fell with his contented sigh. The young man was all but purring as he soaked up his Dom’s loving caresses.

A smirk curved my lips as I watched Sloan’s impatience almost get the best of him when I took my time giving him an answer to his question. I knew without a doubt that he was getting ready to open his mouth to once again asked me if I became a member of the club but his sub, Sammy made an appearance and I was immediately forgotten. Any other time it would have annoyed me to be so casually brushed aside by anyone, but I had to admit that if my boy looked anything like Sloan’s Sebastian, I would be totally focused on him alone when he was in my presence.

A wistful sigh escaped my lips as I discreetly glanced around at the others occupying the sitting area. There was Julius and Kyle, Sloan and Samuel, Julius’ brother, Auriel and his pretty little sub, Gabriel, and I spied Michael and his delicate looking Angel, Thomas earlier as the big Dom herded the pretty little thing towards the playrooms in the back of the establishment. I had to smile to see so many big bad ass Doms literally brought to their knees by their much smaller submissives. To be honest, I was envious as hell. I wanted someone to call my own, but that someone had to be special. That sole person meant for me had to want me to take care of their every need. They’d want, no they would need my guidance, my affection, and my devotion like they’d needed air to breathe.

That special someone would gladly hand over the total control I craved without a single complaint and cater to my need to take care of them the way I saw fit. I can’t explain the fire in my soul that longed to do these things. Sloan had always taunted me somewhat about it, although he said he understood that nurturing part of my chemistry that wanted to have someone to care for, someone to depend on me like a child would depend on a loving parent provide for them.

I recalled when he had outright questioned me and my need for a DD/lb relationship. He’d asked me if I didn’t find it creepy to have a Daddy fetish only to have sexual relations with who I considered my sweet little boy, and I had to explain the intricacies of my needs to him, it was only then he understood that in the relationship I sought where I’ll be the Daddy to my sub. I didn’t need a grown man acting like a little boy. That was never a draw for me, it’s all about having total control, the final say, and the responsibility of caretaking for that person’s well-being and life. I didn’t want some just for a moment during a scene, but needed them to be in the lifestyle 24/7 in my home and at my side.

The readiness of having a shy, blushing boy wanting me, trusting me, adoring me enough to fulfill their every whim was a rush for me, an extreme high in all manner of ways. To have a sub craving and consenting to the pleasures that only I can provide for them made my cock hard enough to pound nails through a wall. That’s the kind of sexual high that would make me float for days and send my sub straight into the stratosphere of subspace until I brought him back to me with loving patience and praises. It wasn’t much different from what they were offering their subs and boyfriends, but for me, it would be living it every minute of every single day.

Now that I’ve stepped back to handle the corporate side of my company rather than being onsite at every major working site. I now have the time, the money, and the need to take on a full time boy. A submissive who will be able to fulfill my needs as I strive to do my best to fulfill theirs, but finding that special boy was easier said than done. Most subs take one look at me and they see a huge Dominant who they want to spank them, whip them, and dominate them in a scene, and then provide them with a little aftercare and send them on their way. None of them needed me per say, and that is what I am looking for. Someone to needs and wants me to be their everything as they would be my whole world.

Sloan had finally understood that and he’s backed off and let me be just as I have let him be when it came to our mutual desire to practice our kinks in the lifestyle. The minute I’d handed over the reigns of onsite leadership to my three trusted foremen on my companies roster, Sloan had started bugging me about coming to Bliss. He’d sang Julius’ praises on a daily basis until I relented and agreed to visit the club. Once I did that, then he’d become amandant that I become a member and start looking for a boy of my own. The little fool was so besotted with his boy, he wanted me to experience that euphoric feeling of being in a stable D/s relationship for myself.

Shaking my head, I reminded him about the difference in my requirements for a sub but Sloan was confident I’ll be able to find someone within these walls who will fulfill my needs. It’s only been a couple of weeks since I set foot in the club on a regular basis. I’ve yet to play out a scene with any of the house subs. I’ve witnessed a few demonstrations from other Doms on a plethora of techniques like shibari and edge play as well as having a sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock here and there to take the edge off when I’ve needed it. One can only hope and pray that yes, inside the privacy of Bliss, maybe in time I’ll find that special someone for myself.

In the interim, there wasn’t anything wrong with letting these gorgeous boys occupy my time until the boy destined to be mine comes along.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Callum

(Model Gus Drake my idea of who Callum looks like.)

Leaning forward, I peeked around Master Nolan’s thick, muscular arm to see the red headed sub standing behind the podium taking our names and handing out Club Bliss’ guest bracelets. I’d finally worked up the nerve to visit the club Master Nolan had suggested and tonight we were meeting with the owner, another Master Dominant, named Julius. They’d apparently trained together in the lifestyle and they’ve remained close friends over the years.

“There’s no need to be nervous Callum, Bliss has a great reputation. I understand the reasons why you didn’t want to join The Dungeon, since you work there and you want to keep your career separate from where you play. I guarantee you that Julius will take excellent care of you here, and he has a knack for pairing his subs with the perfect Dom.” The big Dom tried to reassured me as he led me by the hand through the crowded bar area.

In response, I just nodded my head, my nerves were trying to get the better of me and for the millionth time, I wondered if I’d made the right decision. I’d almost cancelled this whole endeavor several times before Nolan took matters into his own hands, to my greatest relief. The Dom had shown up at my apartment with his sub Scottie in tow. They’d brought several shopping bags with them and I was showered, groomed, and dressed to his satisfaction. Scottie had quietly tamed my curls into some semblance of style. Then Master Nolan dropped Scottie off at his club and left him Dean’s eccentric hands with a severe warning to keep an eye and the terrible three as they’ve been dubbed.

Martin, Master Dean’s mischievous, but sweet sub and Tory, Master Michael’s outrageously fabulous sub teamed together with shy, but quietly daring little Scottie had nearly burned on my beloved kitchen in The Dungeon. As it seemed, baking cookies for their Doms was a little too challenging for the trio and they were aptly named because when those three together, they never ceased to find trouble even if they weren’t outright looking for it.

It was amusing to watch their Doms try to take them in hand, just as long as they stay out of my kitchen, I was fine. The gourmet territory was my domain, the one place I was in charge of, and preparing food for other people to enjoy is truly my calling, the only thing I was comfortable to have total control over. It was the every day life choices that’s caused me to want to pretend I was an Ostrich, and bury my head in the sand when it all becomes too much for me to handle.

“Julius, I have to begrudgingly admit you look good for settled in old Dominant.” Nolan’s powerful voice boomed into the elegantly decorated office he’d led me to.

“I can say the same about you my friend, you look as contented as the cat whose eaten the proverbial canary.” The big man behind the desk exclaimed as he rose up from the chair to tower over me as well.

“Jeez, was it in some handbook somewhere that all male Dom’s were required to be big, sexy as sin behemoths?” I thought as I craned my neck to peek up at the man. I guess it didn’t help that I as only five foot six to their six plus feet of mouth watering manliness.

“Is this pretty little thing, Callum, the boy you told me about?” The Dom inquired of Master Nolan. With those keen eyes focused on me, I stood a little straighter and submissively lowered my gaze in respect to the Dominant.

“Yes, this is Callum McGillis, Callam this is Master Julius. You may say hello.” Master Nolan instructed.

I mentally tried to calm my fluttering nerves as I inched forward and opened my mouth and quietly responded. “Hello Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Welcome to Bliss, boy. Please, won’t the both of you have a seat and let’s get down to business and see of Bliss will be a good fit for all your needs, Callum.” The Dom waved Master Nolan and I towards the chairs and plush floor cushions in front of his massive desk.

For the next hour I tried not to sweat bullets as the two men discussed the rules of the club. I was asked questions by the big Dom. I had to admit despite my nervousness, I liked what I’ve heard Master Julius describe so far about his club and it’s patrons. I could clearly see that Master Nolan had been correct when he said that Master Julius was very serious indeed about upholding the true meaning and values of safe, sane, and consensual, the creed of the BDSM lifestyle.

Although it was still painful, I’d shared my history about the time I’ve spent with my previous Dom before he passed away. After Master Julius offered me his sincere condolences, he proceeded to calm my anxiousness even more by being well versed and understanding with the fact that I needed a Daddy. A special someone that’s not only my Dom, but someone who could be my everything.

With that understanding being made clear, Master Julius shared that he’d give me a personal tour of his establishment. He’d explained that he wouldn’t place me with the house subs who were free to play with the single Doms looking for scenes and unattachment. He was going to take me under his wing, so to speak and seek out a Dominant who will be able to provide for my needs. I wouldn’t be his submissive, but I’d be under his protection because he was already in a committed relationship with his sub, Kyle. Kyle understood his role as the Master Dominant of the club and that all parties, especially the submissives were Julius’ responsibility, so he wouldn’t be upset with this arrangement.

Master Nolan carded his fingers through my hair further relaxing me. Once I read over the written rules and policies that came with the membership requirements of Bliss, I signed the document and reached for my back pocket to retrieve my wallet to pay the membership fee, but Master Nolan stopped me and handed Master Julius his black card. It would be fruitless and disrespectful to complain or refuse to let him pay my fees, so I quietly thanked him instead. Which earned me a heart warming smile and another series of gentle caresses through my hair.

Once the paperwork was taken care of, Master Julius closed my file and stood from behind his desk. Master Nolan followed and I waited until he gave me permission with a flick of his wrist and I gracefully pushed myself to my feet and puffed out my slender chest in my present but waiting position.

“How well you do that, boy. You’ve been exceptionally trained. I don’t think we’ll have any problems finding you a Sir.” He stated and his piercing gaze once again raked over me with a thoughtful gleam. Whatever he was contemplating about made those cerulean eyes burn even brighter.

“Come on then gentlemen, let’s get to it.” He continued as his long strides carried across the room towards the door. He held the door open for me as he ushered me with a wave of his hand into the hallway. Master Nolan followed closely behind me like a dark, protective god. One I was extremely grateful for once we reached the main floor of the club.

It felt like all eyes were on our little entourage as Master Julius proudly pointed out the different areas of his domain. The main bar was full, music was being pumped through the surrounding speakers, and the DJ kept the energy going without having to blare the volume. You could still hear the hum of several conversations going on around the room.

After pointing down a dimly lit hallway and explaining that there were several semi-private and private suites located back there. He went on to further inform me about the strict security and regards for his patrons safety by appointing several dungeon masters to oversee the rooms when occupied. He also had panic buttons, and wired telephones lines in the room for the occupants to use if needed.

We were headed towards the VIP area and I was too busy swiveling my head from left to right trying to take it all in. And before I realized it, I was now standing amongst a group of people who were already seated on the plush recliners and sofa’s littered around the cornered off sitting space. I was more than grateful when Master Nolan promptly sat down and pointed to the fluffy cushion on the floor between his thick thighs. I immediately dropped to my knees and kept my curious gaze locked on thick carpeting in front of me.

Master Julius’ deep voice carried around the semi private space as he introduced me, everyone seemed to already know who Master Nolan was. He gave me permission to speak and that’s when I raised my eyes to study the people he was introducing me to. First and foremost, he pointed out the gorgeous blonde nestled against his legs as his submissive/boyfriend. The beautiful man gave me a thousand megawatt smile and a jubilant wave. I couldn’t help but to shyly smile right back at him because he reminded me so much of Tory, Master Michael exuberantly happy-go-lucky sub.

Next was his brother Master Aubry, and the redhead from earlier who greeted us at the door who was apparently Aubry’s sub/boyfriend, Gabriel who wanted to be called Gabby. Next up was another dark haired Adonis, Master Sloan. Seated on his lap was his sub, who was also his boyfriend Sammy. I found it amusing that like The Dungeon, Club Bliss had it’s ruling three subs/boy toys. Hopefully these three together didn’t wreak havoc like the terrible three at The Dungeon.

With all the necessary introductions made, quiet conversations resumed around the group and Kyle and I received permission to chat amongst ourselves while Nolan and the other Doms talked about different topics of club ownership and scenes. I was so busy trying to keep up with Kyle’s rapid fire questions and manner of speech that I’d absentmindedly accepted the cold bottle of water from Master Nolan. I remembered to politely thank him, but when I went to open my mouth I could only gape like a fish out of water at the mountain of man who’d joined our little group and he was looking directly at me.

The man’s glare was so intense and so heated as those molten mercury eyes stripped me bare right where I was sitting. My entire body started to shake and the uncapped water bottle slipped from my slack fingers. Kyle scooted out of the way before jumping to his feet as ice cold water splashed over my thighs and his boots before the carpet soaked up the spilled liquid. I didn’t even feel it. The temperature of the cold liquid didn’t even phase me as I watched the man move like it was a movie played in slow motion. My heart pounded in my ears and my breath hitched as the very big man rose to his feet and with two long strides he was in front of me.

My dry mouth got even drier as he squatted down in front of me. He pulled something from his back pocket and his husky baritone of his voice held me captive as he commanded me to remain still. I couldn’t even imagine what I looked like as my eyes devoured this man’s image and committed his handsome face to memory. Blissfully delicious little tingles began to overtake the surface of my skin and a deep, contented warmth radiated from my chest outwards until my entire body was suffused with heat.

He held out his big palm to me and my hand shook as those long fingers wrapped around my much smaller ones as he helped me to my feet. The big man gently dried the spilled water from my skin like I was the most delicate, most precious object. Goosebumps spread over every exposed area of my body. I stood there speechless and utterly transfixed as the man pulled his tight, black cotton shirt out of his leathers.

“Are you cold, little one?” He asked as he peeled the garment over the impressive expanse of his wide shoulders and over his head. He then proceeded to wrap me up in the garment, and my body once again shivered from head to toe as the warmth of his body heat still clinging to the material branded me like hot metal searing it’s imprint into my skin. His cologne mixed with his own unique masculine scent had me unknowingly burying my nose in the material and drawing the intoxicating fragrance deep into my lungs.

It was Master Julius’ amused chuckle that jostled me into reality. I felt my cheeks light up like a fourth of July fireworks display once I realized that the entire VIP section had gone completely quiet and all eyes were full of amusement, and they were all trained on me and the mouth watering man now towering over me.

“Ah, perfect. Master Patrick meet Callum. He is our newest submissive, a gorgeous and very welcomed recommendation to my club from my friend, Master Nolan over seated over there.” Master Julius smirked as he pointed to where Master Nolan was seated, somewhere behind me. He continued on by saying, “Callum, you might as well say hello to Master Patrick.”

To my extreme embarrassment, I opened my mouth to do just that, but nothing came out but a little squeak. I prayed for the floor to open up right then and there to swallow me whole. My cheeks ignited yet again and I lowered my gaze from those hypnotic eyes to the middle of that wide lightly furred, but sculpted chest.

A surprised little gasp burst past my lips when I felt a thick, calloused finger raise my chin until I was once again held captive by those shimmering crystalline orbs. “No need to be shy beautiful, it’s my pleasure to meet you.” His deep baritone washed over my already sensitive nerve endings. I swore I had to fight myself from just jumping the man and plead for him to do whatever he wanted to do to me. I stood there utterly shocked by my bone deep, urgent response to the chemistry flowing between us. Fuck, my body and my mind were absolutely insync for once with their mutual desire for this Dom. Oh God, could it be I found my Dom, my Daddy just like that?

Elation had me almost bouncing up and down in place seconds before a wall of shame, self-doubt, and second thoughts barreled into me like a freight train. I spun on my heels and literally climbed into Master Nolan’s shocked lap and buried myself under his bearded chin. Oh no, I wasn’t supposed to feel like this so soon about anyone else. How come I’ve never reacted to my Master like I reacted just now to this total stranger? No this wasn’t right, it’s too over the top for me to want someone like I wanted the man I’d just met mere seconds ago. I wanted to go home and hide until I could figure this all out. Maybe I’m not ready to get back into the lifestyle as I once thought. Maybe I’ll never be ready.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Scottie’s Favorite Double fudge mousse)

Callum

“Oh come on Cookie, it couldn’t have been that bad of an experience at Bliss. Shake it off and regroup, it was your first time there. It’s awfully hard to look at your droopy face when you’re preparing such perfection for me to enjoy.” Master Dean teased me before scooping up yet another spoonful of my chocolate raspberry cheesecake into his mouth. I swear he must have a rigorous workout routine to keep his awesome body in shape with the way he eats. He has a wicked sweet tooth and he’s been known his eat his way through my pastries and desserts faster than I can make them and add them to The Dungeon’s dessert menu.

My hands trembled at the mention of Club Bliss as I plated the order for pan seared scallops drizzled with lemon butter sauce onto a plate for Master Nolan’s VIP guests. I’ve hardly been able to look Master Nolan in the eye since my spectacular breakdown in front of all the Doms and their subs that fateful at Club Bliss. Especially with my less than stellar reaction to Master Patrick. How in the world am I ever going to show my face there ever again. The embarrassing scenario kept playing over and over again in my head, and I have reconciled to the idea of hiding out in my kitchen here at the Dungeon and never set foot outside of it unless I have to. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan to me.

“Hey Cookie, are you listening to me. If you drizzle anymore butter on that plate, those scallops are going to slide right off of it.” Master Dean’ s voice broke through my wandering thoughts, and I quickly lifted the warm butter tureen and inspected the dish. There was a bit more butter pooling over the delicate crustaceans than I preferred, but the dish was still presentable. So I placed it with the other entrees on the serving tray and nodded at the serving boy to carry them out to Master Nolan’s table.

I looked over at Master Dean as he scraped his plate clean. The only thing left were a few crumbs of the graham craker crust and smears of chocolate and cheesecake. “Would you like another slice, Sir.” I quietly inquired while the look on the Domiant’s face had me wondering if he was contemplating on actually licking the plate.

Before he could answer the question Martin, Master Dean’s beautiful sub/boyfriend entered the bustling kitchen, looked around until he spotted his Master, and made a beeline right to his side. “Hi Cal.” He greeted me before focusing his complete attention to his Dom. “Master Nolan says stop eating dessert before dinner and present yourself to your guests, Sir.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I watched the gorgeous man dramatically roll his eyes before getting up from the stool in front of my workstation. “Cookie, as always your talent with preparing such delicious food is sublime. My compliments.” He bowed at his trim waist while tipping his non-existent hat at me. I gave them a shy smile and a little wave before the man snaked a muscular arm around Martin’s slender waist and guided the young man out of my domain with his customary swagger. Oh, if only I had an ounce of that man’s confidence. Maybe I would be able to face Master Patrick again after that epic fiasco.

Shaking my head to bring my thoughts back on track. I went over to one of the sub zero industrial refrigerators to pull out the pre prepared ingredients for Scottie’s favorite double fudge mousse with caramel praline popcorn. Master Nolan had specifically requested it for desert. I’d made the buttery caramel praline popcorn earlier, now it was just a matter of whipping up the lighter than air mousse and arranging it in an enticing display, pleasing to the eye as well as the palate. I had no idea who the Dom’s guests were, but he’d asked me to make a four course meal worthy of royalty.

Master Nolan had wanted an all seafood spread. So, in addition to preparing the staples on the menu like pot roast, rib tips, poached salmon, with steamed vegetables, brown rice, quinoa salad, and of course a selection of fresh fruits and finger foods. I’d made a special menu just for Master Nolan’s and his guests. I started his party out with oysters on half shell, brought in fresh this morning and served them on a platter of ice with a dash of lemon juice, hot sauce, and my secret, a sprinkle of Old Bay seasoning for taste. Then it was onto a warm, creamy lobster bisque served with caviar spread atop of delicate slices of my fresh baked seven grain toasted bread. The entrée consisted of fresh, plump scallops, seared to perfection, drizzled with a lemon butter sauce on a bed of sauteed shrimp and kale. And For desert, it was Scottie’s favorite double fudge mousse.

When I presented the menu to Scottie this morning, he’d immediately taken it to his Master and I heard Master Nolan’s appreciative noises from where I was standing outside of his office door. By the time I had the mousse whipped up and arranged it into a perfect sphere, placed on top of the bed of caramel popcorn and nuts, I turned tano reach for another plate and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Master Nolan standing at my work station silently watching me while I placed the finishing touches on the desserts.

“Callum, you have really outdone yourself tonight, boy. I am truly impressed and I really appreciate your hard work and your exceptional talent, and I’m not the only one either. My guests are very impressed as well. They’ve compared dining here in my club is better than any five star restaurant they’ve ever had the privilege of visiting. They want to meet you boy, so when you are finished in here, I’d like for you to take a minute and present yourself at my table. Is that alright with you?” He asked, and I guess my reluctant reaction was plain for him to see in my face and my body language.

But who was I to refuse Master Nolan’s request. I was not only his employee, but a submissive through and through as well. Denying this dynamic Dominant such a simple request went against the very grain of my nature.

“Yes Sir, it’s okay with me. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I quietly responded and tried my best not to fidget under his intense gaze.

“Good boy. I’ll see you in a few. Scottie made sure to save room for these.” He chuckled as he waved a hand towards the platter of artfully arranged desserts.

I just smiled and nodded my head at the man before he turned and gracefully made his way out of my kitchen. I let out a stuttering breath and finished preparing the tray and waved my consent for the servers to take it out to the table. I dallied around for as long as I could before it was noticeable that I was avoiding going out to the main floor with everything in me. After checking to make sure the final dishes for the evening were prepared to my satisfaction. I quietly praised my staff and sauntered off down the hallway to my office.

Once there, I removed my soiled apron, straightened my smock, and made sure that there weren’t any smudges of sauce or food on my pants or my clogs. I pulled my hair net off and brushed my hair and resecured at the back of my head in a messy bun. I reached for my chef’s hat and placed it on my head to give me that, “professional,” image I needed to present to Master Nolan’s guests and gathered my wits about me before trudging back down the hall, through the kitchen, and out the swinging doors into the main dining area.

Smiling and waving at the familiar faces of the club members dining in the main room tonight as I passed by their tables. I even managed to stop here and there to inquire about their meals and if they found everything to their liking. It has always tickled me the fact that if you were not privy to know that there were dungeons and playrooms downstairs, and from looking around the elegant dining room, no one would be the wiser to know that they were inside BDSM establishment. That was exactly the effect Master Nolan was going for when one stepped through the doors of The Dungeon. You thought you were stepping into an upscale nightclub complete with dancing, and five star cuisine.

Club Bliss was just as elegant, but different in retrospect to the whole ambiance of the establishment. You walked into Master Julius’ world, you knew right away exactly where you were. The clientele didn’t strictly keep the kink in the playrooms. The main floor was littered with Doms and Subs in full leather regalia. The nudity and the scenes were restricted to only the play areas, but other than that, Bliss allowed you to see and be seen, to let your hair down and be free with who you are. The Dungeon provided that as well, but with a more sophisticated air so to speak.

The Dungeon also catered to some of the more hard core practices. Some of the darker tastes and forms of play, such as RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink). Hence the reason Master Nolan liked to keep the scenes and his members downstairs where they can play to their heart’s content. Above stairs was for everyone to meet and mingle, dine, dance, and unwind from a scene and meet other like minded people.

“Ah…There he is.” Master Nolan deep, whiskey smooth voice had my head snapping up and I spied the occupants of the VIP table. I felt all the moisture in my mouth immediately dry up. My heart stuttered in my chest and my body locked up. I was sure I was standing there staring, looking like a deer stuck in headlights. Master Nolan sent me a knowing wink, and my shoulders eased just a little bit, but my nerves were still poised for flight.

There sitting looking back at me were not only Master Nolan and Master Dean, but their partners, Scottie and Martin. As well as Michael and his sub, Tory. Master Julius and his boyfriend, Kyle. Master Sloan and Sammy, Master Aubry and Gabriel, and the one man who had my pulse pounding away like a jack hammer against my sternum. There, next to Nolan on the other side of Scottie was Master Patrick with all those mouth watering muscles, and his unmistakably commanding aura.

Master Nolan stood and made his way over to my side. He placed a large, soothing palm on the small of my back to comfort me. “Breathe boy, and smile. You can do this.”

My muscles seemed to obey even if my mind had gone woefully offline. A smile creased my face as Master Nolan introduced once again to his guests. He protectively hovered by my side as I accepted everyone’s compliments on the meal. Master Nolan must have felt the shutter that shivered through my entire body when Master Patrick stood and grasped my hand in his much larger palm, holding securely onto it like he didn’t want to ever let go.

“Your talent as a chef is almost as superb as you are boy. Well Done.” He praised me and I felt a flush of warmth infuse every cell in my body knowing that he was pleased with my efforts with their dinner preparations tonight. The feeling of pure elation had me wanting to see what else I could possibly do to have this man continue to look at me the way he was looking at me right at this moment.

I was at a loss for words without a clue as what to do, but Master Nolan was in full matchmaking mode. He turned to me and my stomach nearly plummeted to my feet when he suggested that I give Master Patrick a tour of my kitchen since he was so enamored with my culinary skills. It would have been ungracious for me to refuse, and I knew Master Nolan meant well, but my nerves were already on overdrive.

Somehow I managed to wish everyone a pleasant evening before turning to lead the way through the dining room, and back towards my domain with the big man silently stalking behind me at a leisurely pace. “Keep it together, keep it together.” Was the mantra that I kept repeating in my head. I can only hope this encounter with the big man will be way better than the last one.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Callum’s Kitchen, Nolan’s Club)

Callum

It was a miracle I was able to walk with the way my knees shaking. I was hyperaware of Master Patrick slowing walking behind me as I led him towards my kitchen. For a big man, he moved gracefully and quietly. His long, muscular legs effortlessly kept up with my much shorter strides. The usually bustling activity of my kitchen had trickled down to just to food storage and cleaning by the remaining wait staff and my two assistant chefs.

Master Nolan’s meal was the last to be prepared for the evening. The kitchen was officially closed by the time we entered the state of the art domain Nolan had created specifically for me after the remodeling he had to do when the Tory, Martin, and his own boy Scottie, dubbed by the Doms as the terrible three, nearly burned it down trying to make cookies for their Sir’s.

Upon entering the kitchen, I closed my eyes and drew a fortifying breath to gather my courage before I turned around to face this god amongst men. My knees still wobbled and my stomach fluttered at the sheer size and perfection of the man when my eyes traveled as far up as wide, muscular chest. I couldn’t and I wouldn’t look him in the eyes until he gave me his permission, and even if he did, I wasn’t sure if I could without melting into a puddle right then and there at his feet.

My thoughts were conflicted. On one hand, I wanted with everything in me to submit to this man, but then again, I felt like I wasn’t holding on to the memory of my previous Daddy/Dom. It was almost as if I was being unfaithful even though he was long gone. Death had made certain he wasn’t coming back to me.

“So this is where you create your magic, little one?” Master Patrick’s deep velvety voice caressed my senses and my body all but shuddered with anticipation and excitement in response to him.

“Yes, Sir. This is my kitchen.” I quietly but proudly responded.

Clasping my trembling hands in front of me, I watched from underneath my lashes as he turned and surveyed the spotless stainless steel counters, the wall of industrial restaurant grade cooktops and ovens. My sub zero refrigerators and the numerous shelves containing my plethora of spices from all over the world.

“This is very impressive boy. I would love to watch you in action. I would love to see you in your environment while you prepare the culinary delights like those you provided for us this evening. You should be proud of your accomplishments, because I sure am. I am proud of you.” He sincerely stated as he gently ran a meaty finger down the side of my flaming cheek.

My chest puffed out with pride and I felt like I was glowing with his words of praise. He was pleased with my cooking and he was proud of my achievements as a chef. The euphoria the at pulsed through my veins had me wanting to do everything I can to bring him pleasure. I was so mesmerized by this man, yet I wanted to keep the memory of my Daddy fresh in my heart and that would be unfair to Master Patrick. It was like I was constantly comparing him to a ghost. I knew in my heart of hearts that I have to let my previous Daddy go and let his memory rest in order to move on and find my own happiness again. My late Sir would have wanted that, but it was whole lot easier said than done.

A gasp of surprise left my lips when I found myself pulled into Master Patrick’s big, warm arms. I instantly buried my face in his massive chest and breathed his clean manly scent deep into my lungs. His expensive cologne was spicy yet comforting, and the natural scent of his skin was intoxicating. I felt like I was high on this man’s presence alone.

“I can see the conflict in your eyes pretty baby and I can only guess at the causes behind it. Nolan’s shared a bit of your history with me about your previous Daddy and before you get upset about us discussing your business behind your back. He just shared the information about your Dom’s passing away before his time and due to issues with his family, you were left uncared for. He didn’t go into any other intimate details about you. That’s for you to tell me when you’re ready to trust me. I just want to make my intentions towards you clear. I want you. I want to take care of you. Life isn’t guaranteed to anyone, but I am fit.”

“I am healthy, I do visit my doctor on a regular basis. There is absolutely nothing wrong with my health, and I definitely don’t plan to die and not leave plans in place to make sure you are taken cared of for the remainder of your days. If you were mine, every provision I can put in place to make sure that you’ll never want for anything for the rest of your life will be made. I just need for you to open up and give me a chance.” He pleaded earnestly while holding my chin in place and silently commanding me to see his sincerity shimmering in his eyes.

If there was a time to just go with my gut instincts and follow what my heart was telling me right now in this very moment, it was now or never. My heart was screaming at me to go for it, to let this man care for me. It was only my mind casting it’s irrational doubts. I stood there within the secure circle of his thick arms and trembled like a leaf in the wind, and did what I did what I’d done when I decided to follow my heart’s desire to pick myself out of my grieving situation and sacrifice what little I had to become a chef.

Making that decision was one of the best things to have ever happen to me, and in this choosing to start a relationship with this man, I could only hope and pray for repeated success. So, despite what my irrational thoughts threatening to choke me up, I decided to follow what my heart wanted. I leaned back and nervously let my eyes travel up to his shimmering gaze once more, and gave him a shy little nod of consent before my eyes darted back down to the thick column of his powerful throat.

“Was that a yes precious? If so, I need to hear you say the words. I want you to tell me what you need. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us.” My new Daddy pulled me closer and gravelly tones purred in my ear, and I swear my heart rate kicked up another notch.

“It’s a yes.” The words whispered past my lips and I felt his long arms tighten around my waist as he pulled me closer into the hardness to his chest.

“Yes to what, my precious baby boy? Tell me what I need to hear.” He gently demanded as he bent his knees and brought his face closer to mine. My blood rushed south through my body as it heated and my filled my aching cock. His warm, tempting lips gently brushed against mine and his minty breath caressed my heated face.

Pressing myself even further against his big body, I was pleased with how my softness fitted against his hard planes and angles, and I gave him the answer he wanted. “Yes Daddy, I want to your boy.”

Before I could take my next breath. His lips captured mine in a toe-curling, orgasm inducing kiss. Every fiber of my being lit up like a match thrown on lighter fluid. My hands clutched his powerful shoulders as he swallowed my little whimpers of delight. I was ready to climb his big body like a tree and surrender everything that I was to this man when the sound of someone gently clearing their throat behind me popped my little happy bubble. I drew back just enough to turn my head to see one of my assistants standing to the side with his eyes discreetly lowered to the ground.

“Sorry to interrupt chef, but I just wanted to say goodnight. I left your diner warming in the left oven.” Matty stated before politely nodding and walking out of the now clean and empty kitchen. The door clicked closed quietly behind him and Master Patrick eased away from me and held my much smaller hands in his large palms.

A frown creased his handsome features as he stared down at me. “You haven’t eaten yet this evening baby boy? He asked and I felt my shoulders tightening up with trepidation. I usually forgot to eat until the kitchen closed, and from the look on Daddy’s face, he didn’t like that little bit of news.

“Um… I usually eat breakfast then I eat once the night is over.” I quietly mumbled.

“Huh, that won’t do pretty baby. We have a lot of things to discuss in regards to your care. But for now let me feed you and then I want you to come home with me, or we can go to yours. You need your rest and then we can talk.” He said as he pulled over towards the counter with some stools pushed underneath them.

Sir seated me at the counter and I watched wide eyed as he looked around for something. He smiled and the look transformed his stern features making him even more handsome. My stomach fluttered at his smug expression when he found what he was looking for. My new Daddy grabbed the hand towel and walked over to the built in wall ovens. He pulled the plate of seafood pasta out, turned of the oven with his free hand, and returned to the counter where I was seated. I had to pointed out where the glasses were the shelves and where the fresh juices where located in the fridge, and soon he was seated in front of me. I went to pick up the fork, but he batted my hand away with a gentle reprimand.

“No little one. Let me take care of you.” He stated as he expertly twirled the pasta onto a fork and speared a juicy shrimp on the tongs. He brought the food to my lips and I swear I had to swallow the lump of emotion that lodged in my throat. It’s been so long since someone had taken the time or had the inclination to take care of me, to coddle and pamper me. I almost wanted to cry with overwhelming relief and gratitude as I opened my mouth and Daddy gently placed the food on my tongue.

My Sir sat there and patiently fed me forkful after forkful of food until I’d eaten a satisfactory amount. He then held the chilled glass of juice to my lips and allowed me to drink my fill. He even wiped my mouth with a linen napkin and made sure to ask if there was anything else I wanted before he set the dishes in the sunken sink and rinsed them off. I almost pinched myself wondering if he was for real. Was I really doing this?

Sir returned to my side and helped me out of my chef’s apron and I led him to my office to grab my satchel and my keys, he gladly took them from me and held my hand as I led him out of the club’s employee’s side door towards the parking lot. I usually used Uber or Master Nolan’s car service to get to work since it was easier on my nerves not to drive in city traffic.

Master Patrick led me towards an impressive black SUV big enough to accommodate his size with space and luxurious comfort. I was floating on cloud nine and he handed me into the vehicle and buckled me in like I was the most precious of possessions. He closed the car door and I pulled my cell phone out of my front pocket. I sent a quick text message to Master Nolan letting him know that I was alright and I was going home with my Daddy. He sent back a quick response of congratulations and a word of caution to call him if I needed him.

Master Patrick leaned over the console and gave me a quick kiss before starting his car and pulling out of the club’s parking lot and onto the street. I was going to my new Master’s place for the first time. I was opening up my heart once again and I was scared shitless. But at the same time excited to the point that my heart beat a little faster, and the palms of my hands were sweating with nerves.

I tried my best to reconcile myself with the fact that Master Nolan had faith in me and he’d vouched for Master Patrick, so much so that he went about playing matchmaker between the big man and me. I also tried to draw strength from the fact that I was following my heart, and I can only pray that it wasn’t leading me astray as we drove through the city streets leading towards my new Daddy’s home.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

(Callum’s pastries)

Patrick

Stepping into the entrance of the Dungeon, I ruefully shook my head and wondered maybe if I should put in an application for membership at Nolan’s club instead Bliss. Seeing my that my baby boy works here, it’s needless for me to say that this is where I’ll be spending most of my time. The need to make sure my boy is alright, even at work is my responsibility. One that I take very seriously.

These past two weeks with him have made me extremely happy, euphoric is maybe a better word to describe the fact I’ve been floating on cloud nine practically all day everyday since he agreed to try a relationship with me. Everyone in my life has noticed my good mood, and some have commented on the permanent smile on my face and the cause behind it. Those who know that I’m in the lifestyle already have an idea as to the reason I’m happy, and those who don’t know just figures that I’ve been seeing someone and both parties would be correct in their assumptions.

Clarifying their curiosity isn’t my concern, the people who are important to me already know that I have Callum in my life, and I’m doing everything I can to keep him there. I’m brought out of my head and back into reality when a soft voice to my left asks for permission to take my coat. I quickly shrug out of my outerwear and shook the rain drops from the material before handing it to the pretty young man. He had big blue eyes, and a shock of dark brown curls. There was nothing innocent about the little minx. He smiled a mischievous little smirk at me before sauntering off, leather clad hips in full swing as he made his way towards the coat closet.

The boy did have a fabulous ass, not as sexy as my boy’s, but cute all the same. Snapping the guest wrist band on my wrist, I gave the little one a firm glare as he handed me the receipt for my coat. I knew this vixen was already claimed by one of the Master’s. Martin was one of the main boys belonging to Dean, one of the co-owners of the club. I didn’t envy the man the task of taking this spitfire in hand. He is one of the original terrible three, as in the three beautiful boys belonging to the club owners.

Trouble had a penchant for finding the gorgeous boys and vice versa, as I’ve been told. I would have paid a fortune to see the three of them batting their beautiful eyes at their Master’s when Callum told me about them almost accidentally burning down his kitchen while baking cookies. The fire department and everything had been called, and it had taken two weeks to repair and upgrade the damage. I wish I’d had known my boy and Nolan back then, I would’ve designed and built him a grander, more eco-friendly kitchen of his dreams.

Thinking of the man and he shall appear, I thought as I turned from the bar with my beer in my hand. I spied Nolan’s rugged frame pushing through a sea of house submissives. They all but melted under his occasional touch or his words when he stopped here and there to say something to them. His boy, Scottie was tucked firmly under his arm as he progressed through the crowd.

The lights were dimmed, but still bright enough to see the occupants in the establishment. The bar area and the main dance floor occupied most of the space. The dining room and sitting lounge were to the back of the room. The members only dining rooms, play areas, and private suites were all downstairs, hence the apt name of the business, The Dungeon.

“Hello Patrick. You’re looking well. I see the rainy weather hasn’t kept you away from the club tonight.” Nolan greeted me with a smile and his outstretched palm.

Grasping his hand in a firm handshake I responded. “Thank you, you and your boy are a sight to behold, and nope, not even the weather can keep me away from my boy.” I nodded to Scottie, who gave me a shy smile from under the protection of his boyfriend’s thick, muscular arm.

“Callum’s shift will be over soon, and I must say, I have to give you fair warning if you run into Dean. He maybe a little overexcited to see you because Callum has been such happy bunny lately, and a happy Callum mass bakes mouthwatering treats like you wouldn’t believe. We all know that Dean has been reaping the benefits of his culinary delights. Personally, I want to thank you for bringing a smile back to Callum’s face. His mind and his heart have grieved long enough for his previous Daddy over the years.”

A smile curved my lips, and I almost preened with pride at his words. Making my baby happy and secure are my number one goals, and to hear that I’ve actually succeeded from someone who knows my little love as well as Nolan does warms me right down to the marrow of my bones.

It was definitely time for me to take my relationship with Callum a step further. It was time I tested my boy’s boundaries, and reward him for opening his precious little heart to me. I suddenly found that I couldn’t wait until I could get my hands on his sexy little body. In the meantime, I’d just mingle with the guys and wait until he’s his finished for the evening.

Time passed relatively quickly, and for that I was eternally grateful. By the time Nolan and I had settled down the VIP section in the main playroom downstairs, it was almost time for my boy’s shift to draw to an end. I was talking to Dean when I felt the brush of a warm little hand on my thigh. The aroma of chocolate and sugar along with my boy’s delectable clean scent tickled my nose. I turned my head to see a stunning vision of perfection kneeling gracefully at my feet. He gave me a shy little smile before reaching up to offer me a several fluffy, frosted pastries arranged enticingly on a small silver platter.

Everyone and everything around me disappeared as my entire focus centered on this beautiful blessing kneeling at my feet. “Hey baby boy. Is these for me?” I tapped my lap and he immediately scrambled to his feet and settled those perfectly rounded butt cheeks on my lap. I had to clench my teeth as my cock filled when he wiggled said ass around until he was comfortable. Those tight little globes settled nicely over my swollen, jean covered shaft.

His sweet voice quietly responded. “My day was busy, but that’s nothing unusual.” He once again offered me the serving tray and this time I took it from him and studied that artfully decorated treats. “I made these earlier, but these are especially for you since you told me about your weakness for salted caramel and chocolate.” He smiled and those dimples of his almost had me panting like a oversexed teenager. I had to look away from him, and refocus my attention on the pastry puffs drizzled in chocolate on the plate.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hand reaching over towards the platter and I switched my bounty to my other hand and growled at Dean. “I’ll bite that hand off buddy. Keep it to yourself. Didn’t you hear my baby boy say these were for me?”

Dean chuckled, but snatched his hand back. “Well are you going to taste them or study them. I’ll admit that I had the strawberry and clotted cream ones earlier and I’d steal him from you just so he could cook for me around the clock.”

Dean’s boyfriend had joined us earlier. Martin broke protocol and reached up to slap his lover across his rock hard abs. The pretty boy pouted up at his Master and crossed his arms petulantly across his chest with his pert little nose held indignantly up the air. If it wasn’t for the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, one would have thought he was seriously offended by his man’s remarks.

Rolling my eyes as Dean leaned down to placate his boy, I turned my attention back to the gift Callum presented me with. I gingerly picked up one of the airy pastries and brought it to my lips, taking my first bite. The creamy, buttery flavors of caramel mixed with smooth milk chocolate, paired the delicate crunch of the crispy baked dough united across my taste buds and had me growling with approval.

My boy beamed his delight up at me from his perch on my lap. Those cherry red lips spread a smile across his face and they looked so enticing. I suddenly had some very nasty, carnal thoughts popping into my head involving, chocolate and the taste of those mouthwatering lips under mine. Idea after erotic idea filtered through my mind like a movie. I started to quickly, but discreetly shovel the remainder of the baked goods in my mouth, barely chewing in my haste to call it a night and get Callum home to care for him.

Ever since I’d brought him home with me the other night, I’ve managed to talk him into leaving a few of his things in my house. Hopefully I’ll convince him to move in with me, and make our arrangement a permanent one. I already know my heart is invested in this strong, talented beautiful soul nestled against my chest. Now all I have to do is tell him hoe I truly feel about him, and more importantly show him how good it can be between us. How good it already is between us.

Swallowing the last bite of his heavenly creations, I was about to open my mouth and wish everyone goodnight before dragging my boy out of here, but fate decided to be a bitch. One of Callum’s chef’s suddenly appeared with some problem or the other in the kitchen involving food storage or some such explanation. It must have been something serious because Callum immediately jumped up, grabbed my empty plate, and apologized by telling me he’ll only be a minute before he disappearing with his co-worker.

A frown creased my forehead, I went from hot and bothered to feeling abandoned, and finally concerned. If something was going to upset my boy, I wanted to what exactly what it is so I can fix it. My rigid cock lost some of it’s momentum with the thought of Callum having problems in his beloved kitchen. My fired up libido could wait until my boy’s okay. I turned and gave Nolan a pointed look.

He full well understood my silent plea, because he got up from his seat the same time I did. He bent at the waist, helped Scottie into his vacant chair while whispering something to the young man. Scottie nodded his head once with his eyes downcast clearly giving his submission to his Master. As we set off towards the kitchen, my mindset was firmly on quickly but effectively solving my boy’s problem so I can take him home and take care for him the rest of the night.

Nolan and I arrived to find the kitchen and it’s staff in a flurry of activity. Large quantities of meat and other perishables were being moved from one subzero refrigerator and packed into another almost overstuffed one. The smell of something electrical burning and the rush of water across the floor towards the drain in the center had me walking over the electrical panels on the wall, and shutting off the main circuit power switch providing electricity to coolers on that side of the room. Food can be replaced, hell, I’ll gladly pay for it, but my boy is irreplaceable. His safety comes first and I’m sure Nolan agrees with me. He stepped further into the room and called for Callum.

“I’m not sure what happened, but Mikey here noticed that there was a popping sound and some smoke coming from fridge number three. When he went to check it out, he saw water coming from underneath the unit and he immediately plugged it out and called for help to move the frozen meats to another unit. I think it short circuited somehow, but it’s unplugged. There are thousands of dollars worth of meat and produce in the other units. We have to turn the power back on or they’ll defrost and spoil.” He explained while worriedly wrung his delicate hands in his apron.

Before Nolan could respond, I answered. “I’m sorry precious. I’m not sure if it’s the unit or the room’s wiring that caused the problem. The power will have to remain off just in case.” I turned to Nolan and continued. “I’ll have someone from my electrical crew come out first thing in the morning and check it out. I’ll help with the expense of the food if…”

Nolan waved off and interrupted the last part of my comment. “I appreciate you sending someone over. It will spare me from tediously calling around for a decent contractor. As for the food, that’s of no consequence although to our chef here, it’s like sacrilege to let his carefully selected produce go to waste. But Callum, your safety and that of my staff and my business comes first.”

I watched as Callum nodded his head in defeat, my poor baby. He turned back to assist his co-workers. Nolan and I pitched in to help put the items away. At least they’ll remain cold overnight. Even though it was late, I sent a quick text to my head electrician giving him the address of the club and Nolan’s number to make this job his first priority in the morning. It was the first step to bringing a smile back to my little one’s adorable face. .

Watching the dejected slump of his slender shoulders had me rethinking about time it would take to get him home in order to do something special for him. I was seriously considering making use of one of the club’s private rooms to give my baby some much needed TLC. He looked like he needed it right about now, and that was my purpose in life. To make him happy.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

(Patrick’s Bedroom)

Callum

** A/N- My muse made this chapter too long, so I have to break it up into two chapters, Chapter 7 will be posted later on tonight or tomorrow morning and then this book is finished. I may write an Epilogue later on, but for now. The Subs will come to end with the next chappie. I am not sure if there will be a Sub 5 & 6, again we will see, xoxo Dianna**

A sense of nostalgia swamped me when I took one last look around my now empty apartment. I’ve made the decision to move into my new Daddy’s home. It was a decision I didn’t take lightly. I’d spent years working, sacrificing everything except the expenses for my basic needs, and saving every penny I had to get this apartment.

Back then, I’d sworn I’d never allow myself dependent on anyone other than myself ever again. The best part about it is, my new Daddy understood my very serious concerns about keeping my financial independence. He fully understood why it was so important to me. It’s a deal breaker so to speak.

So, when Patrick had approached me with idea of taking me to see his financial planner, I agreed. He’d taken me to his corporate offices, a stunning high rise downtown made of steel and glass. I later found out that he’s designed the spectacular building, and his company built it.

Daddy had introduced me to his employees and his Personal Assistant, whom he’d instructed to make herself available if ever I need her assistance with anything in the future. He’d introduced her as Millicent, and she was just as sweet as she could be, if not a little scary when she’d said I as the prettiest thing she ever did see and has proceeded to mother me to death ever since.

His accountant, his attorney, and Daddy’s financial advisors had been waiting in his office for his arrival. I had to admit, when Patrick told me he was in the construction business, for some reason I’d pictured him in jeans, flannel shirts, a hard hat with a heavy tool belt strapped around his thick waist. The actual sight of him wearing a custom fitted suit that probably cost more than my car, and comfortably sitting behind the massive desk in an office towering high above the city with a breathtaking view to match was a bit of a surprise.

Patrick’s company not only built office buildings, schools, homes as well as taking on citywide projects. He designed state of the art, eco-friendly buildings, as well as reconstructing historical buildings around this city or wherever he’s been commissioned to work his magic, even overseas. He owned one of the most sought-after design and architectural conglomerates in the business. A real estate mogul in his own right, the man’s net worth is in the billions. But none of that changed how I viewed the man, well if I’m honest, maybe just a little bit.

The humble way in which he lived and talked about his job made him so down to earth and approachable. He lived simply, in a redesigned building he owned housing for large condominiums. His heart was open and full of appreciation for the smallest things.

Daddy wasn’t pretentious or full of himself. Over the past weeks of living with him, he’s put everyone in his inner circle first. He’s always placed my needs before his, and he made sure I was happy and content before he looked after himself, and that right there was the deciding factor for me.

Meeting with his people, I was floored when his attorney had explained in detail not only my finances and what I’ve managed to save over the years, they also explained the trust that Patrick has set aside for me. The stocks he’s gifted me in his business, and the iron clad will and healthcare surrogate documents he has in place naming me as his life partner. I’d started to protest his generosity because, if I chose to walk away from Patrick anytime in the near future, I’ll be doing so as a multi-millionaire still holding with shares in his company.

But my Daddy had waved my concerns away. He shut down my concerns by stating that he knew my stability and my sense of security was a top priority for me. He wanted to make sure I had those things, he’d even given me food for thought about opening my own bistro or restaurant, but that was another matter for me to contend with at another time. By the time I’d signed where I needed to sign, and I was handed thick envelope full of copies of all the documents we discussed, I was well and truly overwhelmed.

Patrick had sensed my need for space and that evening he’d given it to me. I called the Dungeon and asked Master Nolan for few days off, and I placed one of my trainees in charge of my kitchen until I returned. I needed time to think and I used that time to make my decision about this larger than life man in my life.

I’d taken out the picture of me and my previous Daddy from where I kept it in my wallet, and stared at the man who had played such an important role in my life. A man who helped me discover who I was and what I wanted in my personal relationships. A man that was taken from me way too soon.

It was time for me to say goodbye to the dead, and embrace the living. I recounted all the conversations my deceased lover and I had during our time together. I knew the callous way in which his family had swooped in and stripped me of everything that remained of him, had him turning in his grave. He wouldn’t have approved of the way I’d closed myself off from the lifestyle and people in general.

He would’ve been the first to congratulate me in completing culinary school, but he wouldn’t have approved the suffering I had to endure to get to this point in my life. Thinking hard on the subject, I’m sure that he would have loved Patrick and respected all the man is doing and has done for me so far.

So, I’d taken the picture, brought it to my lips and said my goodbyes, and a quick prayer in hope that he’ll continue to watch over me. I told him he would always have a special place in my heart, but it was time I took a leap of faith, and opened my heart to Patrick just as he’s opened his chest and his world wide open for me. I secured the picture in my favorite book of poetry, a book my previous lover had given me. I’d immediately set out to put my plans for seducing my new Daddy in place.

Morning couldn’t have come fast enough for me, I was up before the crack of dawn, and made myself ready to serve my Daddy/Dom in every way possible. I knew he was going to kick up a fuss, because Daddy liked nothing more than to waking me up in the morning. He takes extreme pleasure in gently bathing me.

He makes sure he hands feeds me my breakfast, the feeling of being so thoroughly cared for and sensuality of his actions had me close to coming in my pants on several occasions. My Daddy’s sexy as hell, and that voice. It never failed to send tingles shooting up and down my spine.

I especially liked when he dresses me. Those big callous hands felt so good brushing over my skin when he makes sure I’m comfortably dressed to start my day. Today was different, I was going to take care of him today. I’d already taken his advice in regards to Millicent. I’d called her and informed her that Daddy would be going into the office today. I’d asked her to please clear his schedule completely for today at least, and she’s happily complied with my request and wished us a pleasant day.

As quietly as I could, I made my Daddy breakfast fit for a King. I made him a full heart healthy smorgasbord. I prepared fresh baked homemade, whole wheat breakfast biscuits drizzled with honey, lean strips of Canadian bacon, three links of turkey sausages, a fluffy egg white and veggie omelet all paired with freshly squeezed orange juice, and an assortment of sliced strawberries and melons. I couldn’t forget his coffee. The man strived on the stuff, and not just any coffee, but a cup of chicory infused coffee beans bought directly from Café Du Monde’s website in New Orleans, another of his favorites.

After making sure the kitchen was spotless, I’d elegntly arranged Daddy’s food on a serving lap tray and carried the load down the hall to his bedroom. I’d only been in his private space a handful of times. The room matched its owner, very masculine.

The massive bed sat in the middle of the room, and it was the centerpiece, an enormous structure of sheer decadence, I could happily lose myself in every time I climbed into it. My Daddy’s a big, I mean larger than average man, so I guess he needed a behemoth of a bed to comfortably sleep in. He’d spent most of his time in my luxury appointed bedroom. He’d suggested to redo the room, designing how we both liked it, a theme that suits my personality, but also reflects I’m his boy. I’m so excited to see what his brilliant mind comes up with.

It was a good thing that my Daddy never closed or locked his bedroom door all the way in case I called out for him in the night. My hands were full, so I used my foot to quietly ease the door open, and step into the darkened room. The blackout curtains were closed and they kept the morning sun from shining directly onto the bed. I paused for a moment and breathed in a deep fortifying breath and prayed that I didn’t trip over my feet and spill everything all over the floor and/or wake him up before I had everything set in place. Straightening my spine, I rolled my shoulders with determination. Okay Daddy, here I come.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

(Sexy, sexy)

Callum

A/N- Thank you all once again for your love, loyalty, and support while taking another journey through another story. I appreciate the all of you take to vote and share your comments. I read each and every one. Thanks again, xoxo Dianna

As silently as I possibly could, I tip-toed around the end of his ginormous bed. I placed the tray on the center table in the sitting area off to the side of the room, and I quickly shrugged out of my soft, terry cloth bathrobe, neatly placing it over the arm of leather chair. I had to bite back a little mischievous grin as I wiggled my narrow hips and adjusted semi hard on in soft material of my tiny, powder blue jock strap. Daddy had picked out the little scrap of underwear on one of our many shopping trips, so I already knew he was going to love seeing me in them for the first time.

Turning to face the bed, I couldn’t help the little smile that curved my lips as Daddy rolled over onto his back, he released a hearty snore before resettling himself. I inched closer to the bed and as my eyes adjusted to the dimness in the room, I saw that his covers had pooled low around his abdomen giving me an unrestricted view of his wide, sculpted chest and the ridged planes of his abdomen. My mouth watered as my eyes took in the thick hair covering his chest and stomach, thinning out down his happy trail leading under the sheets tenting with his impressive morning wood.

It felt like all the blood in my body suddenly rushed south to my groin, sending my half hard shaft to a full-on rock-hard steel pole. I wanted him to wake up right now, but he looked like he was still out for the count. Chewing on my bottom lip with indecision weighing heavily on my shoulders, I turned back to the tray with its covered dishes. I carefully poured a mug of his prepared coffee and carried it back to Daddy’s bedside and placed it on the nightstand.

Being brazen was not my thing, but I’d started this endeavor and I was going to try my best to see it through. I slowly pulled back the covers, and oh my god, I had to swallow the whimper trying to escape my throat. Daddy slept in the nude. His long, thick cock was flushed red, and it was longer than my forearm, and thicker than my wrist. The base of his turgid flesh was surrounded by a bush of dark, thick curls. The scent of clean man, and sleep warmed sheets almost made me dizzy. I quickly climbed onto the mattress and pulled the covers up.

Carefully wiggling my way to his side. I took a deep breath before I climbed on top of his sleep flushed body. My eyes rolled into the back of head, and a groan of sheer delight whispered past my lips when I settled myself on top of the warm mountain of man underneath me. His rigid cock was trapped between my splayed legs and I sat up nestling the thick rod against my naked crease. My fingers automatically buried themselves in the thick patch of hair covering his wide pecs.

Leaning down, captured his lush bottom lip between my teeth and gave him a little nip before sucking the firm flesh into my mouth. Two things happened that sent my heart rate through the roof. First, Daddy’s eyes snapped open, and then I felt two massive palms grab my naked butt cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze, pulling me even more firmly against his swollen shaft. It took all that I had not to start grinding myself on the rigid flesh now firmly settled in between my cheeks.

“Mm…G’morning baby boy. What a pleasant way to wake up.” That sleep roughened voice sent a shudder of lust through my body.

“Goodmorning Daddy. I wanted to do something special for you today.” I explained while I laced my fingers through the hair in the middle of his pecs. “I took the liberty of having Millicent clear your schedule today, and I made you breakfast.”

A low, deep rumble vibrated his chest, sending another shock wave of desire over my already sensitive nerve endings. His big palms ran lazy circles over my exposed ass. “I see that’s not the only thing you have prepared for me.” He thrust his powerful hips upwards, driving the head of his cock deeper into the cleft of my ass. “Are you trying to entice me into sharing some sexy time with my precious little boy this morning?” His deep voice assaulted my senses like a physical caress, and my brain cells began shutting down one by one.

That fat column of tempting flesh was right there, snuggly nestled deep in the crease of my ass. The wide mushroomed cap was slick with his fluids, making it easier for the blunt tip to glide and tease over my clenched entrance. I couldn’t help but to arch my back and squeeze my butt cheeks around his thick length, further encouraging his movements. I had to remain focused. I have a plan and I’m going to stick to it.

As much as I wanted to feel my Daddy bury his impressive shaft deep into my body, claiming me like desperately wanted him to. I also wanted to pamper him and care for him just as much. It almost killed me to ease back from his god like body. “Please sit up Daddy, I have your favorite coffee right here.” Easing back even further to give him room to fulfill my request.

With a quick move that seemed to be effortless for him, Daddy repositioned both his large frame along with me perched on top of him until he was sitting up, and leaning comfortably with his back against the headboard. All without spilling a drop of the hot liquid in the mug I was holding in my hands. He took the mug from me and I immediately grabbed another pillow and shoved it behind his broad shoulders.

I scooted off his thick thighs and propelled myself up and off the wide mattress. I couldn’t help the swell of pride I felt in my chest when I heard Daddy’s quick inhale as I turned around to retrieve his breakfast, giving him, a full unobstructed view of my naked butt cheeks framed by the little blue straps for the first time.

When I returned to the bed, I placed the tray at a safe distance to prevent any accidents before climbing back over my Dom’s legs, and resettling myself on his muscled thighs. I began uncovering the plates with flourish, presenting him with each perfectly plated morsel for his approval.

“Mm… Baby boy, you have outdone yourself this morning. This all looks so delicious, almost as tempting as you.” My cheeks tinted pink with his praise as he leaned over and kissed me on my lips. My face flamed even more when those all-knowing dark eyes pinned me in place with their laser like precision.

“Now I want you to be honest, pet. While I truly appreciate your lovely gesture in preparing such a wonderful meal for me. Did you manage to eat anything this morning?” He inquired, and I guess he got his answer when I lowered my eyes and my chin touched my chest. I was so focused on him, I forgot to eat.

“Oh no… None of that. I just wanted to make sure you’re not neglecting your needs in favor of fulfilling mine. For me, that will never do. You always come first. Come closer to me sweetness, and let’s take care of each other this morning. How does that sound?” He flashed that knee weakening smile, and even in the darkness of the room. I felt like the sun had come out just for me.

Daddy reached for the main dish platter and gently swung the plate out of my reach when I attempted to take it from him. I wanted to feed him, but he had other ideas. My entire body flushed, and my skin tingled with each bite of food he fed me. By the time he got to the fruit, I was licking the juice off his fingers like a naughty little boy in need of punishment.

Adrenaline spiked through my blood stream and made me even bolder when he placed a fat slice of strawberry on my tongue. I scooted closer until my butt was firmly settled over his rigid cock. The heat off his turgid flesh branded my ass like a mark of ownership. Leaning forward, I bit into the fruit and nudged it against Daddy’s firm bottom lip. He opened for me and we shared a hot, sweet, juice filled kiss, and it was on from there. It felt like someone lit a fuse and my body just went up in flames.

As quickly as I could, I slid the tray off the mattress and barely managed to shove it onto the nightstand before throwing my arms around my Daddy’s broad shoulders. “I don’t want any more food. I want….”

“I know exactly what you want precious, and I’m going to give it to you. But I need you to do something for me first.” A thick finger ran down the length of my spine and goosebumps followed in its wake. I eagerly nodded and waited on baited breath for his instructions.

“Push the covers to the end of the bed, and lie down on your back, legs facing towards me.” He purred in my ear, and I almost stumbled in my haste to do what he said.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and butterflies seemed to have taken flight in my gut when I positioned myself as he wished. I watched those dark eyes of his caress the length of my body until my cock raged hard as rock, and my balls drew up tight with anticipation.

His voice once again rumbled over my senses. “Remove your jock and show me that pretty prick baby.” What limited amount of air I left, stuttered out of my lungs as I complied with his command. My brain was telling me I should be nervous, but my body was telling me to get a move on.

As soon as my back hit the mattress, I rolled my underwear down my legs and released them when I felt daddy’s fingers brush against my inner thighs, helping me remove the material. I had to bite my lips when he brought my jockstrap up to his nose and watched his eyelids flutter as he inhaled my scent deep into his lungs.

“Fucking perfect. You smell like mine.” He licked his lips and winked at me. “Now touch yourself for me. Show me how you pleasure yourself.” Damn, if my eyes didn’t roll into the back of my head.

My hand shot straight to my dripping dick and my fingers wrapped around the girth of my throbbing shaft. A groan of sheer delight bubbled out of my chest as I gave myself one good pull from root to tip. The wet tip of my cock was drenched, and I swiped my thump over my slit and spread my fluids around the flushed, smooth skin.

“That’s it baby boy, work yourself, let me watch you get all hot and needy for me.” He urged me on, and I threw my head back and moaned out loud. Letting him know just how much I was enjoying this.

“Now, I want you to bring your knees up, place your feet flat on the bed, and spread those sexy legs, baby boy. Daddy wants to see that tight little hole.” He instructed in a smooth, sexy tone of voice, with that dark decadent pitch that would have me walking through the fires of hell just to hear it.

When my lust addled brain registered his words, I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust, and if my inner core temperature got higher, I’m sure I was going to. My thighs quivered as I brought legs up and scooted my ass closer to my Dom. I planted my feet on the sheets and I had to squeeze the base of my cock to prevent myself from coming when Dady moaned at the sight of my little puckered entrance.

“Play with your balls while continuing to jack yourself off baby. But don’t you dare come before I tell you to.” He all but growled and I could only nod my head in understanding.

The plethora feelings rushing through my body like my blood had me panting like a puppy. Knowing that Daddy was watching my every move, the idea that I was making him hard, and the awareness that I was pleasing him. Making him want me just as much as I want him was enough to make me want more.

If he wanted me to beg for him, then I’d happily plead for the relief only he can provide me. I opened my mouth to do just that when I heard the telltale snap of a bottle and my eyes shot open to see what was happening, only for me to quickly close them again when I saw Daddy tilt the tube of lubricant and squeeze the slick into the palm of his hand.

The sight of him pouring lube over his fingers, and knowing just where those thick digits were going had me leaking even harder. My inner channel spasmed and my whole clenched in anticipation. I spread my legs even wider, greedily inviting more. The pleased rumbling sound coming from my soon to be lover was enough for me to lose all my shy inhibitions altogether.

Finally, I felt the blunt tip of finger circling the tight ring of protective muscle surrounding my entrance. He patiently stroked the area while gently applying pressure with each stroke until the muscle relaxed enough to him to sink knuckle deep into my entrance.

“Lord mercy on my soul. You feel so fucking good, so smooth and hot inside baby boy. I can’t wait to feel you strangle cock in all this tight heat sweetness.” He dipped his finger even deeper inside of me. He curled the tip and pegged my prostate. My body felt like it took flight, and I nearly strangled my own shaft gripped in my hand, where he still had me stroking myself into a right frenzy.

Another thick digit speared into me and my whole body shuddered from head to toe. My cock spewed out another generous amount of pre-ejaculate, and my channel furiously milked the digits fucking in and out of my ass. My blood boiled through my veins and ponded through my ears, and my vision blurred.

“Please Daddy…Please, please. I need you inside…” I whimpered on bated breath. My chest heaved with the effort needed to pull oxygen into my depleted lungs. The sexual onslaught I was submitting to was surely overriding every fiber of my being.

By the time I felt Daddy shift his big body over mine, I felt like I was going to explode. But I kept chanting his instructions in my head. Firmly reminding myself Daddy hasn’t given me permission to orgasm. I kept repeating the words, “Daddy said don’t come,” over and over. I wasn’t even aware that I was saying them out loud.

It wasn’t until Daddy gently shushed me, did I realize I was doing it. His fingers stilled, and I held my breath as he removed his digits from my needy channel. I didn’t have time to protest because they were immediately replaced with the wide, wet tip of his cock. My eyes snapped open.

“That’s right baby boy. Bareback. We were tested. We’re clean, and you are mine. Mind, body, heart, and soul from this day forward. I want to feel every inch of you and I want you to feel all of me, no barriers. There will be no one else, you hear me. I. Love. You.” My daddy punctuated his last statement as he buried his long, thick cock balls deep into my body with one thrust of his powerful hips.

He barely managed to give me just enough time to adjust to his length and width of his shaft before he threw my legs over his wide shoulders, and literally bent me half. Daddy set a furious pace as he pounded relentlessly into my body. The blunt tip of his shaft rammed head on time and time again directly into my prostate. I couldn’t even form the words necessary to beg for my release.

My lover, my Daddy/ Dom fucked like a dream. He rolled his much bigger body over mine with each power stroke driving himself deeper and deeper into my core. Heat and pressure built up inside of me like a was a living pressure cooker. Sharp, cutting slashes of fire sliced its way down my spine, curled in my balls, and burned at the base of my cock.

I thrashed underneath my lover’s bulk, turning my head from side to side, while muttering utter nonsense, begging for release, but fearing it at the same time. Because I knew when I’m finally given permission to orgasm, the sheer force it’s going to tear me apart. My fingers clutched the sheets in a death grip, my toes curled, and sweat ran off my body like water in a shower.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one experiencing this life alerting event. Daddy’s big body began to tremble, his strokes turned choppy, and his breath stuttered out as he whispered the one phrase I desperately needed to hear. “Come for me baby. Now!” He grunted and my world imploded. First, everything inside of me felt like it crumbled inward, paused for a barely a second before exploding outward like a massive supernova bursting wide open.

Daddy’s big arms snaked under my back and his hands gripped my shoulders. His hips pounded once, twice, three more times as he firmly held me in place. His body went completely rigid, and he threw back his head, and the veins in his neck bulging as he groaned long and loud through his orgasm. I felt the searing heat of his come flood my insides as his cock jerked over and over again as he continued to spill his release. My eager channel milked his length for everything he had to give me.

Air wheezed into my depleted lungs, and rushed back out with every heave of my diaphragm. My heart pounded against my rib cage, and my disjointed thoughts fluttered around in my head like little butterflies gliding on a lazy afternoon breeze. Daddy braced his weight in his elbows planted on either side of my body. “Perfect and so mine, my boy.” He whispered against my lips.

I couldn’t help the lovingly satisfied smile that curved my lips. “My Daddy. I love you too.” I all but sleepily purred. Daddy gently turned to the side taking me with him. He was still buried deep inside of my body, and I didn’t have any complaints whatsoever. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep just as we were, holding each other as close as we could possibly get. I was home, where I belonged in the arms of my Daddy/Dom.

The End