Roddy chuckled. The tension between them seemed to be dissipating. “About a week after my mother passed, he confessed to me that he’s a homosexual.”
Saul sputtered around his brandy, coughing a few times before regaining his composure. “I see. You never guessed?”
“God, no. But they were my folks. That’s the only way I looked at them.” Roddy grunted. “Upon reflection, it explains why he was so forgiving of my exploits in University, and why he allowed me the use of the remaining monies.”
“Did he explain why he felt the need to tell you that?”
“Yes. He could sense I was considering moving back home and he brought it up. The more we talked, the more personal his questions became. I was hedging, the way I always have with him. You know how it is, you invent this other life that you’re leading so you that you have conversation fodder in polite society.”
“Indeed.”
“But this time, he wouldn’t let me fall into that. He told me how he ached for us to have a real relationship, and that with my mother gone, there was no one left he felt he could confide in or talk to.”
“I take it they were close?”
“Yes. Yes they were. I believe that to be true. He swore to me that he never regretted his marriage, never regretted his children, but he didn’t want me to suppress my true desires the way he always had. Once I told him about Colin, he urged me to stay here. He said that we’d never have a chance together in Kentucky and that if I’d found love, I should hang onto it as if it was the most valuable diamond in the world.” Roddy let out an exhausted sigh. The day had taken its toll in addition to the three days of train travel. “Once I’d resolved that I’d make my life with Colin here instead of bringing him back to the farm, I helped father finish up the details of her passing, cleaned up the house some and stayed with him until I felt he was okay to be there on his own.”
“Once you decided to come back, why didn’t you call? Send a telegram?”
Roddy chuckled with no mirth. It all could’ve really gone to hell. “I thought it would make a nice surprise.”
Chapter Eleven
“Have you seen it? What does it look like? Did he let you help design it? What color is it?”
As soon as Francesco paused to suck in a breath, Colin jumped in. “No, no, no and I don’t know.”
“Oh.” Francesco’s face fell as if he were a balloon that had lost all its air. “I don’t like surprises.”
Sam snorted. “Yes you do. Every time Theodore surprises you with something on stage, you tell me it made it so much more exciting.”
Francesco wrinkled his nose. “Those surprises make sense because I get something out of them. But not letting me see a present or not telling me where we’re going in the car is simply dreadful.”
Colin caught Evan’s eye from where he sat in the window seat in the submissives’ room. The submissive he’d once viewed as capturing the heart of the only good available Master left at Hampton Road rolled his eyes as he smiled, then went back to discussing something with Linus. They all loved Francesco, but he was difficult to keep up with, which Colin thought said a lot. Usually people couldn’t keep up with him.
Colin let Sam and Francesco chatter on about the virtues of being surprised as opposed to not, and wandered over to the couch where Kenneth sat. He seemed cozy, tucked against the far end and reading one of the books Colin had loaned him. It was from the latest batch he and Roddy had purchased the previous week. Kenneth was like a big brother to him, which was something he’d always wanted. He dropped on the cushion next to Kenneth.
“Oh, The Time Machine. Do you like it? It’s one of my favorites.”
Kenneth placed a bookmark on the pages before closing the volume. “It’s very different, but I do like it. I’ll have to try more of his stories.” He offered Colin a fond smile. “You look very happy.”
Colin smiled back, the excitement over the collaring ceremony building the closer they got to the start time. “I am. I think I must’ve loved Roddy from the moment I saw him, but I don’t know if that’s possible. It’s just that I can’t imagine a time since I’ve known him where I didn’t love him. Does that make sense?”
“It does when you’re truly in love.”
A knock sounded and they all turned their heads to see who it was. He’d never been so excited to see Javier. It meant the ceremony was ready to begin.
Francesco raced past Javier, shouting for everyone to hurry then let out a startled squeak. When Colin reached the door, he saw why. He’d run right into Master Theodore, who held Francesco securely by his upper arms.
“What’s this, pet? Getting ahead of yourself?” Theodore took Francesco’s mouth in a brief, heated kiss. “Let Colin go first, it’s his day.”
All the wiry tension in Francesco’s body seemed like a living thing. It drained from him at Theodore’s words.
“Such a good pet.” Theodore lifted his gaze to the rest of them, his voice remaining calm and smooth the way it always did. “Go on and follow Javier. Colin, you can lead the way for them. Francesco and I will be there shortly.” He turned back to his boy. “We’ll wait here quietly for a few minutes, won’t we, pet?”
Colin glanced at Francesco. Francesco’s lower lip jutted out and Colin recognized the beginnings of a good-sized pout from his friend. Another thing besides surprises that Francesco hated was being last in line. He’d heard him complain about it often enough. Saul had explained to him in secret one time that it had to do with Francesco’s rough beginnings, that it was Theodore who’d saved him from likely being killed on the streets. Saul surmised that a lot of his behaviors were a result of those dark times.
They left their cranky friend behind and Colin’s thoughts turned to what was about to happen. In his mind and heart, he’d already given himself to Roddy, was already claimed. He was also certain of Roddy’s complete devotion. But it was the ceremony in front of all their friends at the club that made it special. Roddy was declaring to them that he wanted Colin for forever. They’d even finished up their list and contract that would be kept on file in Saul’s library. They would be the first Master and submissive couple since Ned and Evan to do such a thing. It was all so exciting.
They entered the ballroom on the second floor where all the demonstrations were held and his heart skipped a beat at how swanky Roddy looked in his nifty pinstripe suit. The only thing Colin wore was the leather sheath encasing his hard cock and some beautiful pearl-studded clamps fastened to his nipples with a chain attached in between. A discreet jeweler—who also worked in tandem with a tooler who crafted the leather garments for the men at the club—had been introduced to Saul years before. He’d been happy to direct Roddy to the artisans so that he could have some items custom-made for their ceremony.
As he approached Roddy, he was reminded of the first night they’d met. Not the dirt and blood from his scuffle, but the light in his eyes, the joy radiating from him as he’d spotted Colin near the steps. When Colin reached the front row of the chairs, everyone took their seats except for Colin. Roddy extended a hand and Colin clasped it. He tugged Colin to his side then gave him a searing kiss.
When he broke the connection, Roddy whispered close to his ear, “You’re my darling, my love for always. You bring me so much happiness.”
“You do too, Sir.”
“Master, from now on.”
Roddy winked and laughter burst out of Colin.
So much happiness.
* * * *
Colin traced his fingers over the intricate designs of his handcrafted collar. It was made of a shiny black leather that was an inch wide. The buckle was silver set with marcasite. Symbols that included goldenrod and poppies—the state flowers of Kentucky and California—were combined with their initials and tied together with geometric patterns that reminded him of some of the fancy décor he’d seen when they’d visited elegant restaurants or nice shops. Roddy had called it Art Deco. Whatever it was, he liked how it looked on his stunning collar
.
When he lowered his hand, he noticed the slight tremble of his fingers. There was no point in pretending, they knew each other too well already. But he wasn’t going to let his nerves keep him from giving his virginity to Roddy this time. He flushed, heat filling his face at the stray thought of how many times he’d been penetrated with Roddy’s fingers. Since he’d returned, they were up to three at once. He told himself that he probably wasn’t even a real virgin anymore, so why should being fucked by Roddy be any different?
Because it is.
Their bodies joined as if they were one person, the sensation of Roddy moving inside of him as they brought each other to completion—he hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about it. His trepidation had been greatly reduced by how often Roddy had breached him with his tongue and fingers. The sensations of being stretched and invaded had not only become something he was accustomed to, he increasingly craved them.
Roddy strolled into the room, clad only in his long robe. He’d taken a shower while Colin had opted for a bath in the guest facilities. Colin had refused to take off his collar—it was still too soon. He couldn’t deny that he was tempted to never leave the house again if it meant having to remove it each time he did.
The smile Roddy beamed back at him was filled with satisfaction. Colin understood the sentiment, he felt it too. Being thrilled and excited was wonderful, but it wasn’t the same as having the surety of knowing you had all you’d ever need right by your side.
Roddy opened his arms and Colin stepped into them. He pressed his ear against Roddy’s chest, the thump-thump of his Master’s heart echoing in his head. Roddy ran his hands up and down Colin’s naked skin. He shivered under Roddy’s touch, his bare cock leaving wet kisses on Roddy’s leg as it poked through the opening of his robe.
“You took off the pretty clamps decorating your nipples?” Roddy held him, but took a step back as he gazed down at Colin’s chest.
“I didn’t want to ruin them in the bath water.”
“Ah, yes. That’s good thinking, darling. They’re used to the sea, but I don’t know about the bath oil in the water. You did the right thing.”
“Thank you, Sir, I mean, Master.” Colin grinned. He’d said it about fifty times when they’d all been celebrating at the club after the ceremony.
Colin yelped as he was swept up in Roddy’s arms. His Master let out a joyous laugh and Colin joined in. Instead of tossing him on the bed the way he’d done many times, Roddy lowered him gently, following him down to the mattress. Roddy covered him with his body, but didn’t press on him with his full weight.
His length filled with every soft touch of Roddy’s hands. Their lips met, Roddy pushing past the seam of his lips to take control of Colin’s mouth. He melted into the kiss, let it take him far away until the only thing that existed was their shared breaths. He rolled his hips beneath Roddy, and Roddy answered by circling his. They rutted together, their emissions increasing along with their passion.
Roddy abruptly broke their kiss. “Darling, it’s still all right if I’m inside you?”
“Yes, please. I really want it this time.”
He’d wanted to gift his virginity the moment Roddy had returned, but Roddy had not only wanted to be sure everything was okay between them, but had decided to save it for their collaring day.
“Then I’m taking you now, like this, so I can see your eyes.”
He rubbed their noses together then peppered his face with several light kisses. He leaned up on one elbow to retrieve the bottle of oil they’d been using.
“Darling? Bend your leg then lift it back so I can get you ready for my cock.”
He clenched, the act without thought. Even if he resisted at first, he’d had enough practice to make himself relax.
Roddy angled his own body to the side then searched below his sac until he’d reached his target. The now familiar tease of Roddy’s finger against his hole made him sigh. He’d been brought to climax so many times by Roddy manipulating the bundle of nerves inside him, that the promise of the intimate touch would either harden him or keep him there.
Roddy latched on to an aching nipple as he pushed the first finger past his tight rim. Colin had worn the clamps for hours before he’d removed them, and they were sore and extra sensitive. The other one was worried between Roddy’s teeth and Colin arched into the touch, small whimpers falling from his lips.
“Yes. Give yourself to me.”
Colin nodded, his response stuck in his throat. Roddy stretched his opening more, adding a second finger next to the first. He kept their gazes locked as he pushed deeper, Colin’s world lighting up the moment Roddy hit his gland. He squeezed his cheeks, tried to straighten his legs.
“No, darling, take it. Let yourself drown in the pleasure.”
“I…I’ll try my best.”
Roddy grinned then took his mouth in a heated kiss. He put all he had into conveying to Roddy how much he cherished him. Colin pushed the kiss back into Roddy’s mouth, licked at his teeth, his palate, sucked on his tongue. Roddy inserted a third finger, adding a burn to the stretch in his ass. Colin moaned, the sound muted by their joined lips. They both gulped for air as the connection was broken, the need to get closer than they’d ever been urging him on. Roddy kept working his hole, twisting his hand then alternating it by fucking him with his fingers.
Colin didn’t want to come. Not yet, not until his Master was inside him. One of his other fantasies had been for them to come together.
“Master, please, I want you inside before I can’t control it anymore.”
“Shh, okay, darling. I was just making sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Colin realized he’d sounded a bit frantic.
“No apology needed.” Roddy kissed his nose. “I’m taking you now.”
The hard, spongy end of Roddy’s dick pressed against his softened pucker. Roddy had prepared him enough that the head pushed past his rim without too much trouble. Colin clamped down at the intrusion, the fullness and stretch from Roddy’s cock more intense than he’d expected.
“Everything is fine, darling. I won’t go any farther until you’re ready.” Roddy’s voice had the low, husky tone that Colin loved and he turned his head as Roddy nibbled around the edges of the collar then back up his jaw until he reached his ear. Roddy licked at Colin’s parted lips but didn’t dip his tongue into his mouth. He gently teased the plump sensitive flesh and the moment Colin let go, Roddy pushed his hard length into his passage in one, slow move until he was seated in Colin’s ass.
“Oh.”
Colin knew his eyes must be wider than they’d ever been, that his expression had to be one of surprise. He wasn’t sure what he should do, he was completely impaled by Roddy’s hefty cock, trapped under his strong frame.
“Breathe, darling. I’m going to move inside you.”
“Breathe.” He’d barely pushed the one word out.
He’d never felt so strange, his core so full. He hoped the burn would go away how it always did when Roddy had used his fingers, but this seemed like it might be too much, like the burning pain wouldn’t ever stop.
True to his word, Roddy moved, ever so slowly, Colin’s body working against him by gripping Roddy’s shaft so tightly. Roddy paused, fiddling with something, touching around where they were joined. Moisture trailed down his crack then Roddy moved again, his hand no longer in the way. He glided in and out of Colin’s passage much easier, the motion still slow and smooth.
Then everything changed. The burn lessened as Roddy fucked him harder. Colin sought the intrusion, yearned to have Roddy fill him deeper, to thrust into him until he screamed. Colin grabbed Roddy’s shoulders, digging his fingers in as he met Roddy every time he slammed into his passage. A sheen of sweat covered him, droplets from Roddy’s exertions falling on Colin’s flesh intermittently.
He locked gazes with Roddy, unable to hold back the rush of pleasure that tore through his body. As pulses of cum spurt from him, sp
lashing on both his and Roddy’s chests, Roddy filled his ass with hot seed. The sensation surprised him, along with the aftershocks of Roddy’s orgasm.
Colin clamped down on Roddy’s softening cock, tried to hang onto him before he slipped out of his body. Roddy finally caught his breath then rolled off Colin. It was such a palpable loss, bringing tears to his eyes. Roddy immediately pulled Colin to his side, enfolding him in safety and comfort.
“Did I hurt you, darling?”
Colin snuggled in closer. “No, Master. Not a bad hurt. I was a part of you as you were with me. It was beautiful.”
“I’m so glad, darling. It was beautiful for me too.” Roddy kneaded his flesh, kept him wrapped up in his arms. “Would you be more comfortable if you took off your collar while you slept?”
Colin tensed. “Can I keep it on? Please?”
“Ah, now, don’t fret. You can wear it whenever you want. It thrills me that you feel that way about it.”
Colin tilted his head back to see Roddy’s eyes. “That’s because you’re my right man.”
Roddy gazed down at him with so much adoration, the expression made Colin’s stomach do a small flip.
“You know what, darling?”
“What, Master?”
“You’re my only man.”
Colin grinned then cuddled up to Roddy again.
They were each other’s perfect man.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
Corey couldn’t sit still. He jiggled one leg nervously as he sat in the large office located at the back of Kiss of Leather. The room had been one of the first to be finished off during the current, ongoing construction. Next to him was his soon-to-be official Master as well as lover, Derek. They held hands as they waited for Master Josh and Gavin to arrive. Derek’s partners in the newly forming BDSM club had agreed to witness the contract between him and Derek so that Corey would feel more comfortable, so that he wouldn’t be afraid that he had nowhere to turn if Derek turned out to be abusive. He held in a snort.
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