Before Liam can embrace his future, he must accept himself.
Liam is deep in the closet, but the Dom known as Master L also has needs. So far, he’s kept his identity a secret by never choosing the same boy twice, and frequently changing venues. After his scene with Kael, Liam finds himself fixating on the sub and willing to break his one-time only rule. But will it lead to heartache or happiness?
Originally released with another publisher.
Evil Plot Bunny
Good evening, Sir.” Kael offered a smile.
“Boy.” The Dom looked him up and down, then smiled again.
Kael chuckled softly, but dipped his chin, acknowledging the compliment.
“You looking to play?”
“I am.” Kael could do direct. Hopefully direct could do him.
“What’s your hard limit?”
“No tight cuffs. I’m a musician. I need my hands.” Okay, so he was a musician in his very limited spare time. But he it was still his hard limit.
“Very much a musician. I like it.” Mr. Studly Dom stood up from the wall. “I’m Master L.”
“I have a room reserved. Three.” L had a nice voice, deep and smooth.
“Lead the way, please.”
L headed toward the long hallway, opening the door labelled three. “Tell me what you would like. I saw you getting your ass... warmed.”
“I enjoy flogging, ass play. Nipple play. Cock play. I’m fairly adventurous and know how to say no.”
“You can say no as much as you want—that won’t stop me.”
Was that teasing?
“I do know the rules, Sir.” Kael kept his smile on. There was nothing this man could do that hadn’t been done before.
“I know you’re not a green sub. I’m looking forward to seeing how far you can stretch.”
“I am too.” Kael held out one hand, curious to see the man’s hands.
L closed the door behind them and took his cue, offering over his hand. Kael looked. Callused. Square. Strong. He approved. L looked at his hands in return, fingers lingering on the calluses he had from playing. Then L touched his eyes, the slight crow’s feet that proved he wasn’t some barely legal twink.
This smile Kael didn’t have to fake. It felt good to have someone acknowledge him.
L didn’t ask if he kissed or not, the man simply took his lips, taking total charge. One hand cupped the back of his head, tilting him off balance, and Kael had to put a hand on L’s shoulder to steady himself.
L gently took his wrist, eased it behind his back, slow and careful. The man hadn’t said a word, but it was clear L wanted him to trust that he wouldn’t fall, wouldn’t be dropped. Kael forced himself to relax, to prove that he could submit.
L bent him back farther, but the arms around him were solid, steady. His heartbeat sped, but he didn’t tense, he flowed. The kissing went on, L proving it was more than just a peck for show. This was a kiss with intent, not a game. L stole his breath, made him dizzy.
When their lips finally parted, L stared into his eyes, into him. He wasn’t sure how L wanted him to respond, so he waited.
L finally smiled and brought him back up to his feet, steadying him. “You have a calmness. A center.”
“I do. I have been finding my center for a long time.”
“Excellent. I might get a work out to actually push you.”
“We can try.” Man, this guy seemed so sad, somehow.
“That’s the idea, hmm?” L grabbed his hand and led him deeper into the room. In the center of it there was a leather covered bench, the padding soft, comfortable.
L began to undo the buttons on his shirt. “I’m going to strip you. Then I might put a ring on your cock and fill your ass with a plug. Or I might bend you over the bench and redden your ass. Or possibly whip your lovely back and put my marks on you.”
Promises, promises. “Yes, Sir.”
L got all his buttons undone, then pushed the shirt from his shoulders. The movements were slow and deliberate, L’s hands warm. The touch made Kael’s skin tingle, made it sing. L hummed, gaze following the fingers on his skin. There was an intensity here, and it was growing.
L didn’t hurry to remove his slacks, to do anything more than touch his belly, his chest. A light flick of one finger touched Kael’s right nipple. He chuckled softly, the little zing tickling him.
“Sensitive?” L flicked the other one.
“Mmmhmm. I don’t mind nipple play.”
L chuckled. “That’s a ringing endorsement.”
He grinned. “I’ve seen guys that could come from having their tits worked. I’ve seen men that didn’t have any feeling at all. I’m somewhere in the middle.”
“I’m into stimulating every part of a man’s body.”
L dragged his hand down along Kael’s chest to his belly. His abs drew up, his nipples and balls both tightening. L traced his ab muscles, fingers exploring his six pack before moving around to his back. Stroking his spine, L slowly moved his hands up. Kael moaned, stretched against L’s hands.
“You’ve got beautiful skin.” L spread his fingers wide, covering more area.
“Thank you, Sir.” That was nice to hear.
Cupping his shoulders and leaning him back, L bent to his chest, tongue flicking back and forth across his right nipple. The sensation started as a slight buzz, but when L didn’t stop, didn’t let up, the buzz became an ache.
Drawing back a little, L blew across his nipple, the warmth disappearing immediately as Kael’s wet flesh became cold. His nipple drew up, almost painfully tight.
L didn’t go to his other nipple, instead kissing his way down along Kael’s breastbone to his abdomen. He fought to stay upright. L growled a little, strong arms not shaking or shifting at all. The sound made him shiver, though, that was for sure. L had some natural sex appeal, a natural confidence.
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