Night by Night

by Tymber Dalton

  “Love you, Sir.”

  Maddox’s throat tightened, a lump filling it as a ton of emotions hit him all at once. In everything Hank did, he showed Maddox how he felt.

  The absolute proof this man loved him and genuinely wanted to be with him now.

  The hows no longer mattered.

  He reached down and fisted Hank’s hair, holding him back, keeping him from swallowing his cock. “I love you, too, boy.” His voice choked. “I love you so fucking much, you have no idea.”

  The smile faded from Hank’s face and he stood to pull Maddox into his arms. “Dox, I love you,” he gently said. “I love you, and I love this. I had no clue you were what was missing in my life for all these years. I’m sorry we didn’t have all those years together, but maybe this is better. Maybe back then I couldn’t have handled this. I’m in this with you for life. I’m not going anywhere, I swear. I’m happy with you. In a way I’ve never felt in my adult life. I’m not just saying that.”

  He cupped Maddox’s face in his hands and leaned in for a long, sweet kiss. Maddox slid his hands around Hank, down to his ass, holding on.

  “Thank you for loving and trusting me,” Maddox said.

  “You love and trust me, Sir.” He nuzzled noses with him. “Did I anticipate this? No. Would I have believed this if you’d told me several months ago it’d happen? No. But am I happy?” Hank smiled and kissed him again, this time tightening his grip on Maddox’s head, slanting his lips over Maddox’s in a firm, insistent kiss.

  Maddox let him take control of the kiss. And when Hank’s tongue swept over the seam of his lips, Maddox parted them and let Hank keep control, meeting him there and grinding his hips against him as they kissed.

  * * * *

  No, this wasn’t where Hank thought he’d ever be.

  In some ways, though, this was even better.

  He had no doubts how Dox felt about him, or about JJ.

  He had no doubts about JJ’s safety with him, or how much Dox loved her.

  He had no doubts except hoping he never let the man down.

  He owed him everything, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.

  He had no doubts about Dox’s loyalty, no worries about his motivations, or if he was in cahoots with Cameron’s family.

  He had unimaginable peace in his life that never would have happened any other way.

  As he kissed this beautiful man whose loving spirit brought them together as a family, he knew beyond all doubts that giving himself to Dox had absolutely been the right thing to do.

  Hadn’t Dox always taken care of him? Even when they were kids, and he never expected anything in return.

  Hank lifted his lips from Dox’s and stared down into his eyes. “I’m hoping Sir’s going to give me that spanking you keep promising me.”

  Maddox had done a lot to mark Hank in quiet ways JJ couldn’t hear—teeth, nails, even a knife, which he’d lightly dragged the point of over Hank’s ass, or gently poked him with the tip. Maddox had also become adept at tying Hank up, to the point that if Hank saw rope at work he found himself popping wood.

  Maddox loved tying him up and edging him, making him beg for relief, and then would either jerk him off or blow him. While Hank had been ready to try more, to have Dox fuck him, Dox had slowed his roll, taking his time and making each other come in pretty much every other way possible except that way. Hank actually felt proud of himself because not only was he getting pretty good at giving blowjobs, he realized giving Dox a blowjob now made him hard in the process, because he loved knowing he was making Dox feel that good.

  Impact play, however, had been off the table because they didn’t want JJ hearing it.

  Outside of that, they had subtle rituals JJ wouldn’t pick up on. Morning coffee and breakfast, for starters. Hank always got it ready for Dox. Hank got up first and started every morning kissing Dox to wake him up, sometimes giving him a good-morning blowjob. They took a shower together nearly every morning.

  At night before bed, Hank knelt at the side of the bed, between Dox’s thighs, his head resting in the man’s lap and Dox massaging his scalp while they went over the day’s events. Or, sometimes—more often lately—just sitting there and telling each other I love you. It was now a treasured part of Hank’s daily routine.

  Hank couldn’t wear his wedding ring at work for fear of ruining it or getting hurt with it on, but Dox found silicone rings, and Hank wore one of those instead. Another ritual was, at the end of the day, Dox replaced the silicone ring with his wedding band, and then swapped them out again every morning for Hank. He kept his wedding band on all weekend, Dox making the swap again on Monday mornings.

  Unless they were having a serious conversation as equals, Hank called Dox “Sir.”

  Hank had also handed all control of their finances and expenses over to Dox. Hank still got to see everything, and give input, but he had been ordered not to waste time or energy worrying about them. Including worrying how to pay JJ’s medical expenses. That Maddox would make sure everything was taken care of.

  Right now, Hank could tell Dox was studying him, trying to decide if he was really into it or just playing along. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” He smiled down at Dox. “I’ve liked everything you’ve done to me so far, Sir. Can we spend this weekend exploring what you really want to do?”

  Hunger narrowed Dox’s gaze. “Yeah?”

  Hank nodded, released his grip on him, and slid down to his knees again, holding his hands up to him. “Yes, Sir,” he firmly said. “I trust you. I promise if something is too much for me to take, I’ll speak up.”

  Maddox studied him for a moment. “You know I don’t need to do more than we’ve done, right? It’s okay if you can’t—”

  “I want you to use me this weekend. How will I ever know what I might like if we never try? I get it, you wanted to go slow with me at first. Mission accomplished. I’m asking you to take charge of me this weekend, and I’m begging you to please fuck me.”

  It was hard to keep his gaze focused on Dox’s when the man’s hard cock bobbed right in front of him. His own cock was hard, too, and didn’t that say something?

  Hell, he’d had more—and better—orgasms during the few weeks they’d been together like this than he’d had in…

  Well, ever.

  Dox had been infinitely patient with him, too. Even more proof of his love. Had Dox asked it of him before now, he would have happily rolled over and given Dox his ass. After the way the man could roll his eyes back in his head?

  Hell, yeah.

  Except Dox had taken his time, slowly adding more play and activities that had progressively driven Hank into deeper levels of what he’d learned was called subspace.

  With every little bit of control he ceded to Dox, Hank felt freer, felt his mind calm and quiet, felt himself falling deeper in love with Maddox.

  Hank wasn’t lying—what had been missing in his life was this man.

  Dox reached down and laced fingers with him, squeezing. His voice dropped into that deeper and now familiar tone that sent ripples of pleasure washing through Hank’s body.

  Because it meant while Dox might extract pain from him in some way, it also meant Hank was going to get to bust a nut in a mind-blowing way.

  “You want to be my good boy this weekend?”

  Fuuuuuck. Hank’s cock throbbed, aching and dribbling pre-cum. “Yes, Sir. I want you to use me hard the way you want to use me. I want to be your fucktoy this weekend.”

  Dox’s thumbs slowly stroked the backs of Hank’s as he stared down at him. “And you promise not to let me go too far? I would hate myself if I did that.”

  Hank nodded. “I promise I’ll safeword if I need to, Sir.” He hadn’t had to yet. “I want to see what my limits are, too. How will we ever figure them out if we don’t try? We won’t get a lot of chances like this right now. I’m asking you for this, Sir.”

  Hank watched his chest, every breath he took as he stared down at him, like excitement had alrea
dy wound tight inside him.

  Dox finally nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Then we’ll do that.” He squeezed Hank’s hands again before tugging on them, wanting him to stand. “Come with me, boy.”

  * * * *

  A mix of fear and eager anticipation washed through Maddox as he led Hank to their bedroom.

  Having carte blanche with his boy for the weekend?

  Oh, hell yeah.

  He drop-kicked his overbearing conscience into his mental basement and locked the door behind it.

  Hank was absolutely right. How would they ever know what Hank liked or could take if they didn’t do it?

  He needed to stop being afraid. Hank was an adult. Hell, Hank was bigger than him and could kick his ass.

  Besides, what if he liked what Maddox did to him?

  He’d liked everything else he’d done to him over the past four weeks.

  He put Hank on his knees again at the end of their bed, switched on the lamp on his side of the bed, stripped, and then went to their closet to retrieve his toybag. He pulled out the leather cuffs and collar he’d bought for Hank two weeks ago and sometimes put on him late at night when they played, after JJ was asleep. He returned to where Hank knelt and watched him with those gorgeous blue eyes.

  “Hands,” he quietly said.

  Without hesitation, he held them up for Maddox. On Hank’s left ring finger, his wedding band softly gleamed in the light from the lamp. It made Maddox pause and stare at it, glance at the matching band on his hand.

  My husband.

  When they were younger, it wouldn’t have been an option regardless, because that was before the gay marriage ban fell.

  Although even back then it was a hopeless dream he’d fantasized about.

  All those nights he’d lain there and listened to Hank breathe, watching his back where he slept so close, and yet it might as well have been a million miles separating them. Untouchable.

  He reverently kissed the insides of Hank’s wrists before he buckled the cuffs on him. When Hank bowed his head so he could buckle the collar around his neck, Maddox stroked his hair.

  “My good boy,” he whispered. “So very, very good for me.” His fingers trembled as he buckled the collar around his throat. There, he paused. “My good boy,” he repeated. “Will you wear my collar for life, baby? Belong to me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” he said, leaning forward and nuzzling Maddox’s thighs. “I want to wear your collar and be yours.”

  He’d never officially collared someone before. Not even Kelly. She used to refer to him as her Dominant, but he’d considered a collaring as serious as a wedding. She’d worn a collar, but not his collar.

  Although before she finished nuking his world, he’d considered marrying and collaring her.

  In retrospect, he gave unlimited thanks for the blessing that was. Losing his job, losing his relationship, both events freed him to return to Sarasota and now…

  Him.

  Maddox folded his body over Hank’s, running his hands down the man’s back, raking his nails along his flesh on the way up and enjoying the sharp hiss that escaped him. “We’re going to have to make sure we’re wearing shirts around JJ for the next week or so, you know.”

  When Hank looked up, Maddox spotted his slide to subspace already starting. “‘We’, Sir?”

  Maddox smiled. “Oh, baby. I totally expect you to put marks of your own on me this weekend. After all, I belong to you as much as you belong to me. Unless I ever tell you otherwise, I have no problem being bit or scratched during sex. Jealousy doesn’t have a place in our relationship, because I trust you, and I hope you trust me. But absolutely feel free to be territorial, because I damn sure will.”

  Blue heat darkened Hank’s gaze as a smile curled his handsome lips. “Yes, Sir.”

  “We’ll probably attend private parties from time to time,” Maddox said. “Eliza told me she’s going to add us to the invite list.” He smiled. “No limits. Unlike at the club, full-on sex is allowed. That means we can get all that kind of stuff out of our systems without worrying about JJ hearing us.”

  Hank’s smile made Maddox’s cock ache with need. “Excellent, Sir.”

  Maddox leaned in and kissed him again. He hooked a finger through the D-ring in the front of the collar, gently tugging on it. “How would you feel about me tying you down to a bench, beating your ass for a while, and then fucking you right there in front of everyone?”

  Hank’s lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick them before he answered. “That’d be hotter than hell, Sir.” He’d never realized how much he would love ceding control.

  “You don’t know if you’ll even like me fucking you yet. How can you be so sure?”

  The playful challenge gleamed in Hank’s eyes. “Then I suppose you’d better get started so we can see, Sir.”

  “Mmm. I guess we should.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Hank knelt there beside the bed, watching as Maddox laid out all his implements. Hank had been through the bag already, at Maddox’s urging. Last Saturday night, once JJ was asleep and they’d worn each other out, he’d sat there on the bed with Maddox watching and went through every implement, tried them against his arm or thigh, and asked Maddox about them.

  Maddox had wanted him to remove anything Hank didn’t want used on him.

  Hank had left everything in the bag. He knew if he had a problem with anything he could safeword, and Maddox would stop. He might belong to the man, but Hank knew with that ownership came a caution that the last thing Maddox wanted to do was cause him harm.

  Hank had eagerly been looking forward to this weekend ever since they realized it would happen.

  He loved JJ, but now with the knowledge he and Maddox could cut loose tonight and not worry about being overheard…

  Yeah, he wanted it.

  His cock twitched, pre-cum leaking from him as Maddox turned and looked at him. Unlike previous nights, he didn’t wear a smile.

  “I’m going to mark you tonight, boy. In ways I’ve never marked you before.”

  Hank nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m also going to claim that sweet ass of yours. Is that what you want, boy?”

  Hank nodded. “Yes, Sir. I want that.”

  “Up on the bed. Hands and knees.”

  Trembling with excitement, Hank complied, climbing onto the towel Dox had spread out there. Then Maddox blindfolded him.

  “Stay, boy.”

  Hank heard him walk into their bathroom, sounded like he got a few items, then returned.

  The soft rustle as Maddox stripped and dropped his clothes to the floor.

  His heart raced as he listened, following Maddox through sound. He knew Maddox had blindfolded him to help heighten the tension and anticipation—mission accomplished. It was something Maddox had learned early on about him.

  Another thing Hank loved about Maddox—that he eagerly studied him and his body, how he reacted, and constantly tweaked things between them to always keep him on his toes in fun ways. Life with Maddox was anything but boring.

  And it got better every day.

  Hank felt the bed dip behind him, and flinched when Maddox touched his ass. “Spread them.”

  Breath racing and heart pounding, Hank lowered his head to the mattress as he spread his knees to give Maddox better access.

  He heard the snap of a glove being pulled on, the snick of the bottle of lube being opened…and then the feel of a lubed finger gently probing his ass.

  Apparently he must have moaned, because Maddox snickered. “Oh, we’re just getting started, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise, but we need to take care of something else first so I don’t hurt you.”

  Maddox massaged his rim for a while, relaxing Hank and even getting him into it before he started to press for entrance. Just the one finger, at first, until it was easily sliding in and out of him and had Hank moaning for more.

  Not just moaning, though.

  “Please, more, Sir,” he gaspe
d when Maddox turned his hand and his finger swept over Hank’s prostate.

  “You’ll be getting it, baby. Be patient.” Maddox took his time working Hank up to three fingers, including slowly jacking his cock for him while he did to take his mind off the pinching burn of all three fingers stretching his rim.

  Maddox’s fingers disappeared. Then the sound of lube being applied again, followed by the feel of a firm and lubed object pressing against his ass.

  “Push.”

  Hank did, gasping at the feel of the object sliding inside him. “Is—”

  “No.” Maddox giggled. “Butt plug. Something to get you comfortable while I start striping your ass. I think I want to train you to get really horny from spankings. This should also help.”

  Hank gasped as he worked it inside him, the widest part nearly making him wince before his body greedily sucked it up to the base. Then Hank let out a cry when the butt plug hummed to life.

  Maddox giggled again. “Oh, yeah, I should have told you that’s a vibrating butt plug.” He heard the sound of a glove being stripped off.

  “Motherfucker,” Hank muttered, fighting the urge to squirm. His cock throbbed, nearly painfully aching now.

  “Oh, you’ll be calling me that for a different reason shortly. Scoot back. Feet on the floor.” With Maddox’s hands guiding him, Hank backed up until his feet were on the floor.

  Then Maddox’s plan became apparent. Maddox wrapped a jelly cockring around Hank’s cock and balls. “That’ll help you hold it, buddy.” He patted him on the ass, and Hank didn’t need to see his husband’s face to know he wore an evil, playful grin.

  Maddox disappeared for a moment. Hank felt him return even before he spoke. “We’ll start light, and I’ll work up to the heavier stuff. I won’t go full-tilt on you tonight. We can do more tomorrow night.”

  Hank immediately recognized the flogger from the feel of it. True to his word, Maddox started slow, and Hank soon felt himself sinking into subspace.