by René, Dani
“You want this?” I hiss, pulling out and slamming back in, driving him into the desk. His hand moves to his cock, stroking it slowly as I watch his biceps work themselves into a frenzy. The sight of him is too much, and I have to close my eyes. I can’t come too soon.
I continue fucking Chance, hard and slow, fast and deep. Our bodies are made to fit together. They’re like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly with every groove and dip. My hands grip his hips, holding on as I begin to move faster. I can’t hold off my release. My spine tingles with pleasure as Chance’s body tightens and pulses. I want more. I need more. Gripping his throat, I pull him up, my fingers curling around his column as I squeeze until I hear his choked pants. His moans are broken and distorted by his lungs attempting to pull in breaths.
His body bows to mine, and as much as he’s sucking in tiny gasps of air, his eyes have darkened with violent lust, and the turbulent emotions thundering through me cause my own grunts to echo around us.
My hips slap against his body, my cock plunging balls-deep inside him as I brutally fuck him into the desk. The wall shudders with every thrust, and the paint slowly peels from the concrete as the wood gets shoved against it, again and again, until I feel my release trickling like a river along the rocks. It travels up my spine.
His body convulses around me, and I’m lost. My mind blacks out, and I drive into him, the base of my dick right at his entrance as I fill him with jet after jet of hot release. My body cocoons his. The warmth of us is astounding as our breaths even out.
When I finally slip out of Chance, he turns on wobbly legs to face me. He grips my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips crash together, our tongues duel and dance, fighting for dominance. It’s feral, animalistic. It’s everything I ever wanted, but everything I never knew I needed.
For the first time in my life, I’m in love with someone. And he loves me too.
Chapter 29
Oliver
I’m startled awake by my cell phone ringing on the nightstand. My body aches, but there’s a delicious tension that’s got my cock hard for some early morning sex with Chance before we head out to the home I grew up in. I wanted to show him my past, allow him to walk into the space and see where I came from.
But when I pick up the phone, I notice a number I’ve avoided calling most of my life.
“What?” I bite out without greeting the man who was meant to be my uncle—the man who hurt me more than I could ever imagine.
“He’s gone.” The line dies, and I sit in silence for long moments. I don’t move. My body is rigid. I don’t feel sadness; there’s nothing inside me. No pain, no relief. I’m numb.
I don’t know how long I’m frozen in place, but Chance shifts on the bed, sitting up beside me, and his hand gently lands on my shoulder. I don’t turn to him, not wanting to see the sorrow in his gaze. The same emotion I can’t bring myself to feel.
“He’s gone,” I repeat the words to no one in particular. “My father is dead.” As realization sinks in, I close my eyes and try to allow my heart to hurt, to experience the grief, but there’s just emptiness.
“I’m sorry, Oliver.” Chance’s voice drags me from an abyss of nothing, and I meet his green eyes that are peering at me with affection. The emotions that flicker in his eyes dance like a flame; there’s a light in them that reminds me of what I’m doing here. They speak volumes, and they offer me more than anything I could ask for — love.
“No need to be sorry.” I push off the bed, tugging my underwear up, then my slacks. I shrug on a shirt, buttoning it up.
“Where are you going?”
“To sign the papers, get the house on the market, and sort out the shit he left me with,” I tell the man I love. The man I want in my life forever, but I can’t bring myself to utter those words. Not right now. Not in this town.
“I’ll come with you.”
“No,” I snap, immediately hating myself for shutting him out. “I mean, just . . . Give me some time. I need to think.” Grabbing my keys and wallet, I leave the room and shut the door behind me. I don’t know why I shut down, but deep down, I wonder if it’s my pride. I don’t want Chance to see a broken man. I want him to love me when I’m strong, when I’m in control.
Shoving my hand into my pocket, I realize I forgot my damn phone. I pivot back to the room. I push through the door only to find Chance getting dressed, his suitcase on the bed, and I realize he’s about to leave.
“Don’t.”
“No, Oliver. You wanted me last night. You showed me pieces of you. I saw all those fragmented shards, all the ugly, the dark, and the broken, and guess what? I accepted you. I agreed that we could work this out. But this morning, you’re back to your old self. Cold and rigid.”
“My father is dead, Chance.”
“Yeah? Well fuck, Oliver, I would never have guessed. I love you and guess what happens when someone loves you? They’re meant to be there for you. If you need to cry, do it. If you need to scream, vent, or rage, fucking do it. Just do it with me, not without me.”
His voice resonates through me, hitting me right in the chest. My heart stills, stutters, then gallops in my rib cage. I open my mouth to speak, but he continues his tirade.
“This is fucking ridiculous. Be the Dominant who fucked me last night. Take charge of your life. You’re no longer seventeen, Oliver Michaelson, you’re a fucking grown man, and all I want to do is fucking submit my everything to you. Can’t you see that?”
“Come with me.”
“What?” His eyes glimmer with unshed tears. I’ve never seen so much pain on someone’s face before. Never seen heartbreak right in front of me, but with Chance, I don’t just see it, I feel it.
“You want to be there,” I tell him. “Come with me. Stand beside me as I lay my father to rest. I don’t know if that’s what he would want, or perhaps he’d want his ashes spread across all the whorehouses he frequented.” My tone lowers when I realize I didn’t know much about my father at all. I never took the time to ask Dad what his last wish was, and he never allowed me close enough to care. I almost made that same mistake with Chance, pushing him away. I almost lost the best thing that's happened to me. “I guess, whatever I do” — I shrug meeting his gaze — “I want you there.”
We stand there, face to face, at a standoff.
“No more closing yourself off.”
“I promise,” I tell him. “Now get your ass in my car so we can go.”
A small smile plays on his lips, and I know he’s happy as the emotion shimmers in his eyes. He’s a commanding dominant at times when it comes to women. But when he submits to me—making my cock stand at attention—I can’t deny, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. And I want it forever.
In the car, I question, “So, you want to submit to me?” I risk a glance his way, waiting for him to take back what he spewed in the room. Perhaps I’m expecting him to say it was said in anger or frustration, but he shocks me with his response.
“Yes. I want to be yours. Like I said to you in the house a few nights ago, I’ll be everything you need, Oliver. Even with your training, I want that life. We’re cut from the same cloth. We need a third person for the excitement of it, but I know in my heart, I love only you.”
“We’ll talk,” I tell him as we pull up outside the small office where my uncle is leaning against the window, smoking a cigarette. I’m not ready for this, but if I don’t do it now, I’ll never be able to face it.
* * *
The funeral is tomorrow. There’s nothing more for me in this small town. Recalling my past was painful, but I know I couldn’t have done it without Chance beside me.
The clouds are pulling over, darkening the sky, and as I watch the sun disappear, I realize with affection how in his own way my father pushed me to be better. At sixteen I was lazy, young, and stupid. I didn’t want to live in a big city. I didn’t even want to go to school. All the times he made me get up in the morning, I hated him. The never-ending
jeers from classmates, even from teachers, forced me to focus. It’s only now he’s gone that I realize all he did wasn’t because he hated me; it was because he wanted a better life for me.
Turning, I watch as Chance pulls the suitcase I packed from my old room down the hallway of my childhood home. I have work in the city, so we need to head back to Chicago. The city where I found my happiness.
Big green eyes meet mine for a second before they turn away. He hefts a heavy case into the trunk and then another. Once he’s done, he ventures inside to find me. I’ve been standing at the window for so long I’ve lost track of time.
“Are you ready?”
Nodding, I meet Chance’s curious gaze. “I am. I was just saying goodbye to memories,” I tell him before following him out and shutting the door behind me. Soon, the house will be sold, and I’ll donate the money to charity. It’s finally time for me to put the past behind me and focus on work. My undercover business has been busy these past few months, and with every new job that comes in, I know I’m helping those who need it.
“This is the last time you’ll ever be in this town,” Chance tells me. “Are you okay with that?” His gaze meets mine, reminding me why I left here in the first place. He is the reason I’ll never want to come back here.
“I’ve never been more at ease with my life.” Reaching for his hand, I pull it into my lap, lacing my fingers through his. “It’s been a long time since I have let anyone in, and you have given me something I never knew would be possible, Chance.”
“Let’s go home.”
Nodding, I turn the key, starting up the engine, and pull out onto the road. It will be a long drive, but I’m looking forward to clearing my mind of the past while I drive toward my future. Almost twenty-six years ago, I left this town behind, and now I’m leaving it once more. Only this time, I won’t be returning.
Chapter 30
Chance
I’ve never done road trips, but sitting beside Oliver for eight-and-a-half hours has been interesting. We spoke, more so than ever before. His favorite color is black, his choice of city destinations would be London, and he loves Scotch. There are so many more things we learned about each other, and even now, as we pull into the driveway of his home, I can’t help but smile. I took Cayleigh’s advice, allowed myself to be honest with him, and it paid off.
Granted, there were many instances where I was ready to walk out. And I think he’s realized he does indeed love me. Even though he’s not said it yet, I know it will come when the time is right. It’s not something I would force on him. Yes, it would be wonderful to hear him say it, but it needs to come from his heart.
When he pulled into a small motel last night, we got some sleep, but it was restless. The remaining drive back to Oliver’s house, I’ve been sneaking glances at him. He’s let me in, and it’s a strange feeling watching a man so strong — so confident — hurt so much.
I can’t believe I broke through his high barriers and I found the man who’d been hidden away for so long. As soon as the engine dies, I cast another glance his way, and I know this is where I’m meant to be.
I’ve made the right choice.
For once, I’ve chosen love, and it’s paid off.
I want to be here — home with him. I can’t wait to get inside and offer him everything I’ve been holding back. I want him to give me his worst. To let all his pain out on me so we can move forward.
We exit the car, grabbing my duffel and Oliver’s suitcase from the trunk. Once inside, we head for the living room where he pours us both a drink. Exhaustion hits just then, and I realize we haven’t slept properly in two nights.
There was too much tension and uncertainty. Oliver hands me a tumbler, raising his own, as he clinks it against mine.
“It’s time we moved on from our pasts. I’m not an easy man, Chance, and I can’t promise you I’ll ever be easy to put up with, but if you’re willing to give this a go, I’ll be right by your side.”
I can’t help but smile. It’s been a rollercoaster, that’s for sure. But then again, no relationship is perfect from the get-go. We all have to overcome trials to find the happiness we all strive toward.
“Oliver, I don’t expect you to be perfect, or even saintly,” I chuckle.
“No chance of that happening.”
I rise to full height, so we’re face to face. “There’s nothing wrong with letting me in.” My words are a whisper, filled with tension, desire, and hunger. I want him to give me everything he has. “Take me to the playroom. Lose yourself in me.”
“Are you sure?”
Nodding, I gulp my drink, setting the glass down on the table. “Yes.” I meet his gaze. “I want it. Show me.”
He quickly swallows his Scotch, and we head down the hallway toward the door that holds his secrets. Once we step inside, I take note that nothing has moved or changed in any way since the last time we were in here.
“Take off your clothes,” he orders from behind me. The deep tone of his voice sends warmth coursing through my veins. I rid myself of my shirt and slacks. My socks follow, and then my briefs. Once I’m completely naked, I meet his stormy gaze.
“How would you like me?”
“I want you on the bench, kneeling.” His husky tone is evidence he’s already turned on.
My cock jolts at the thought of being bound on the spanking bench. I make my way over to the piece of furniture and kneel on the stirrups. Oliver moves around me, binding my wrists with the cuffs and my ankles with the thick leather straps.
He doesn’t speak when he blindfolds me. The touch of his fingers is so gentle, and I know it’s a stark contrast to what I’m about to experience. My ears prick as I hear the shuffle of his clothes, the clank of his belt buckle, and the soft whoosh of whatever he has just picked up.
“What are your safe words?”
“Red and yellow,” I whisper into the darkness. I’m trembling with need. I want him to touch me, to stroke my hard cock, to do something to me, but I’m met with nothing. The silence is so thick it’s deafening.
Suddenly, the whoosh of air and the sting of what I’m guessing is a crop, licks against my flesh. A moan escapes my lips, tumbling into the room. Another bite, another sting, and I’m tense in attempting to hold back the orgasm that’s tightening in my gut.
“Is this what you wanted?” Oliver’s voice is right at my ear, the heat of his breath feathering over my skin making the hair on my neck stand up.
“More.” My husky murmur is clear. The room is heavy with sexual tension. Oliver moves toward me, crouching so we’re face to face.
“You’re not the one in control,” he tells me. Then, he rises, and another lick against my flesh causes a grunt of pleasure to vibrate through me. Another one lands on my ass, and my toes curl.
His one free hand grips the cheek of my ass, squeezing, making my cock jolt with pained pleasure. My balls are tight, ready to empty, but Oliver steps back, giving me space to come down from the edge.
“I want to mark every part of you, Chance.”
The crop falls to the ground with a skitter. Then, another sound flies through the darkness, and I’m swatted with a flogger. He’s moving the pain up a notch, and I cry out as pleasure and pain slams into me—my cock throbs. My balls are heavy, ready to explode.
“Do it, please. I need it. I need you.” My pleas are turning low. The vibration of the sounds of pleasure rockets through me, and I’m on the precipice.
“If you come, I’ll cane you.” His words drip desire.
Another harsh swat on my ass causes me to moan out loud. “Oliver, please?” I call his name, begging for release. My eyes are shut even behind the blindfold. I see white sparking behind my lids, my attempt at holding onto my impending release is a slowly losing battle.
“Are you sure you want to be mine?”
The lick of leather wretches another plea from me. More and more, he whips me, causing my cock to throb. I bite my bottom lip until I taste blood as I’m so hard. So
fucking ready to fuck him, to slide into his tight body.
I feel his heated breath on my cheek, then his tongue laps at me, licking the tears that have streaked past the blindfold. His tongue teases my mouth, licking the crimson, and I know he’s savoring it.
I’ve watched how his steel gaze turns stormy when he’s turned on, and I can only picture how those beautiful orbs would shine with a blizzard of desire. And the need to see them now grips my chest, my heart, and I know there’s no longer a way I can walk away from him. I love him. This is it. Forever.
“So, fucking delicious. Now I think you may have earned your orgasm.” He rises, leaving me trembling, and I close my eyes beneath the blindfold to keep my release from coming too soon.
A snap that echoes through the room causes me to groan as hunger tightens my stomach, the need seemingly turning to a storm about to hit. A moment later, the cold liquid he dribbles on my ass is my salvation. It eases the welts I know are rising, and it taunts my hole, readying me for his cock. His fingers move slowly over the welted skin, his touch scorching me into an inferno of lust and sin.
He eases one digit into me slowly, pumping in and out, then a second enters me as I focus on the way he’s finger-fucking me. Oliver works me into another heated frenzy, and I’m once more begging him, pleading with him to show me mercy.
Oliver doesn’t respond. His control over my body, over my orgasm, is the only thing he’s focused on, and it makes every nerve in my body spark with electricity.
Gently, he eases out of me, the emptiness making my body alert. This is it. I need him inside me. “Sir. Oliver, I need you, please.”
“Once we take this step, it’s final,” he speaks as he teases me. The tip of his cock right at my entrance. The heat of him, the way I tighten, pulsing for him to finally enter me.
“I’m yours.” It’s a promise. One I will never break.
The way my body is shaking, he knows I’m barely holding on. Oliver sinks into me. The movement is slow, methodical, and I know it’s about to explode through every part of me.
