Saving Sebastian: A Catharsis Novel (Custos Securities Series Book 3)

by Luna, David

  “I know we haven’t signed anything yet, but are you willing to take instruction from me right now?”

  Holy hell that had gotten him hard. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I want you to edge yourself nearly to orgasm tonight, as many times as you can handle, but do not come. Do you understand, boy?”

  He’d let his breath out in a whoosh, unable to care if Gideon had heard him. “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “Good boy. See you tomorrow evening.”

  “Goodnight, Sir.”

  “Goodn—”

  The knock on Sebastian’s door brought him out of his reverie. Throughout his workday, he’d played the previous night’s conversation and his own edging sessions over and over in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about Gideon’s orders, given in his deep, stern voice. He’d gone up to bed right after scarfing down his salad, and had spent thirty minutes bringing himself to the brink of coming, only to back off at the last moment. He stood from the couch, keeping Slap and Tickle in his hands so they wouldn’t try to escape again.

  Gideon was a sight for sore eyes. When he opened the door, he watched as Gideon slowly took off his sunglasses, a hungry look in his eyes, his full lips sensuously curved. He looked Sebastian up and down, eyes stopping at the kittens who were held fast in Sebastian’s grip. His curved lips turned into a broad grin as he reached out, plucking Slap out of his hands. Gideon brought the kitten against his chest and pet the little monster.

  His hair looked like he’d dragged his hands through it multiple times, and his beard looked so soft Sebastian wanted to touch it. Gideon wore a fitted, navy blue, long-sleeved cotton shirt that outlined every single bulging muscle. His shirt ended and Sebastian couldn’t help but look at the bulge in Gideon’s slate gray tactical pants. If that was what he looked like soft, Sebastian gulped at the thought of what he was hiding behind the placket of his zipper. The fitted pants ended nearly touching the ground around the base of some enormous black, leather shit-kicker biker boots.

  Good lord this man ticked all his boxes, hard. Some of which he didn’t even know he’d had until he’d latched his gaze on the man before him. He leisurely trailed his eyes back up the muscular man and turned beet red when he realized Slap was sitting on Gideon’s shoulder and they were both looking at him with quizzically tilted heads. Humiliation warred with amusement at their matching gazes and his lips twitched before he could stop them. A smile spread across his face as he backed away from the door and finally managed to speak. “Sorry, Sir. Please come in.”

  Gideon walked through the door and clasped Sebastian’s chin, tilting it up so their eyes met. “How many times did you edge, boy?”

  Goose bumps broke out all over Sebastian’s arms. “Nine, Sir.”

  Gideon grinned wolfishly. “That’s a good boy. I’m assuming you didn’t come?”

  Sebastian blushed. “Correct, Sir.”

  Gideon nodded and said, “Good. Where can I set this for later?”

  Curious, and dying to look inside, Sebastian pointed to his entryway table. He watched as Gideon put the bag down before he turned towards Sebastian and said, “Let’s get comfortable.”

  They sat facing each other on the couch, the kittens wandering back and forth between them. “Do you need to bring them with you?”

  “I… What?”

  Gideon smiled. “Slap and Tickle. This weekend?”

  What did he think Sebastian did when he usually went to the club? “Oh, uh… No, that’s okay. I can just feed them when I get home.”

  “But will they get into trouble, missing you? They seem the mischievous types.”

  Was this man for real?

  “No, they should be fine.”

  “Okay, well think about it. You can bring them if you’d like.”

  To the club? What was going on? Confused, he went along with it, figuring he’d eventually catch up. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome. Now that’s outta the way, let’s talk about the contract. Do you have a copy printed out?”

  “Yes, just here.” He leaned over and gave Gideon a copy of what he had.

  Gideon shook his head, a confused look on his face. “Sebastian, this is the short contract between a Dom and sub that have repeated, casual scenes in the club only. We need the full contract between Dom and sub. Did you print that out?”

  A lightning bolt of anxiety skittered its way from his prickling hairline, to his spine, on down to send frissons of electricity through his limbs, lifting the tiny hairs. What? He shook his head in denial. “No. I thought you wanted me to print out this one.”

  A look he couldn’t discern passed over Gideon’s face, making his discomfort palpable. “Sebastian, what is it you think we’re discussing tonight?”

  “Signing the contract so that we can do scenes together.”

  “Where?”

  “The club?”

  Sebastian was out of his element, and before Gideon could answer him, a knock sounded on his door causing him to jump. He went to stand up but Gideon stayed him with a raised hand and walked towards the door. “It’s dinner. I’ve got it.”

  When he walked back in carrying wood fired pizzas from a local pizzeria that Sebastian was very familiar with, he stood and led Gideon through the dining room into the kitchen. He pulled out plates, napkins, and utensils. After getting them both ice waters to drink, they sat back down on the sofa, digging into their side salads, pizzas still in their boxes. Gideon had actually ended up getting the one that Sebastian always ordered from them, so he was happy with that. When he’d eaten his salad and one small piece of pizza he set down his food and watched, amused as Gideon ate everything he’d ordered.

  When he nudged his pizza toward Gideon, the Dom opened the box, his brows drawing together. “Was it not good?”

  “It was great. It’s the kind I always order for myself. I had my fill. Go ahead.”

  The look of consternation was still there. “Sebastian, you ate a small piece of pizza and a side salad.”

  Sebastian smiled and shrugged. “I don’t need that much.”

  Gideon grunted, biting down on one of Sebastian’s pizza slices, and mumbled, “You could stand to gain a few pounds.”

  Sebastian stilled, that old, all too familiar feeling of not being good enough wending its way through him. Had it ever left? He had to stop this now if it was going to beat him down mentally. He did enough of that on his own and had worked hard at extricating himself from others that helped him with it. His voice shook, when he finally replied, and he grew annoyed at his inability to be strong when standing up for himself. “Gideon, I won’t sign a contract with you if you’re going to insult me.”

  Surprise etched itself across the Dom’s features. “Sebastian, I didn’t mean it as an insult. I like everything I see.” Gideon paused, as if letting that sink in. “Everything. I just want you to be healthy.”

  Sebastian felt the truth of those words and let them settle him and nodded. “All right.”

  “I think there’s a misunderstanding between us, here.”

  Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the corner of the couch, as far away from the big man as he could get. He didn’t know what was coming but he wasn’t sure he was going to like it.

  “We’re not signing a contract for a couple scenes at the club. When I mentioned coming over this weekend, I didn’t mean to the club, I meant to stay with me Saturday night through Tuesday morning. At the end of the weekend, we’ll decide if we’re compatible and have built enough trust to sign a six-month contract.”

  Sebastian’s eyes popped wide. “Oh.”

  “Were you under the impression that I wanted to sign a contract for scenes at the club only?”

  Eyes still wide open, Sebastian only managed a nod.

  “Are you against a longer-term contract?”

  “I…I don’t know. I don’t think so, but that’s not what I thought this was about. I guess I’m confused. I don’t know what a six-month contract would ent
ail. What you expect from me, what we expect from each other.”

  “That’s what the full contract lays out for us. We can make it what we want. It’s a guideline only, a starting point.”

  “Um. Okay. I can go up and print that out.”

  “Why don’t you do that, and I’ll clean up.”

  Sebastian looked down at both empty pizza boxes and smiled, happy Gideon had gotten enough to eat. He got up and headed up the stairs, waking his laptop. Once he located the contract and sent it to his printer, he sifted through the pages, nervous and excited all at once. He didn’t know if it would work, in fact, he had serious doubts that it would, but it was more than he ever thought he’d be offered, so he was going to do his best to be exactly what Gideon wanted in a sub.

  Handing a copy of the contract to Gideon, he took his seat opposite him on the couch. They went through the beginning pages that outlined the Dom’s role and the sub’s role. Sebastian really liked that it outlined that the Dom would take care of the sub’s needs, ensuring they were taken care of, mentally and physically when in the Dom’s care. Both Dom and sub sections called out the need for each person to have respect for not only the role the other played, but respect for their choices and autonomy. Sebastian got the feeling this contract wasn’t the standard contract used at most clubs or between most Doms and subs. His regard for Gideon increased as they moved through the pages.

  When they reached the proposed schedule page, that’s when his palms grew damp. That was where the issues would begin, he knew it. He was convinced Gideon wouldn’t want to sign a contract with someone that worked so much and didn’t have that much time to give to his Dom. But, when he explained that his job kept him pretty busy and that his schedule varied every week depending on the workload and sometimes involved travel, Gideon just shrugged as if it wasn’t a concern and said they’d go week to week and figure things out as they went along.

  Sebastian smiled and a weight lifted off his shoulders. They went through each other’s hard and soft limits, finding them fairly compatible. There were a couple pages on the self-care habits expected of the sub and when Gideon said that he expected him to be trimmed up top but keep his balls and ass shaved or waxed, a nervous thrill shot through Sebastian.

  He knew most Doms and subs had sex when they were contracted, but as he’d only expected to scene in the club, he truly hadn’t thought sex would be part of the equation, or rather, he didn’t think it would interest Gideon. Hearing Gideon explain what he expected of Sebastian’s self-care habits surprised the hell out of him, so maybe he’d been wrong.

  They moved through the self-care sections that dealt with exercise and eating and Gideon looked up. “Is this a sore subject?”

  Sebastian shook his head, not wanting Gideon to think he tripped out about either topic. “No, Sir. It had nothing to do with that. I just don’t want to get myself into a situation where I’m insulted and belittled.”

  Gideon narrowed his eyes at that. “Have experience with that, do you?”

  When all Sebastian did was shrug, Gideon looked like he wanted to press the issue, but in the end, he didn’t, which was a relief. But that relief fled upon seeing Sexual Intercourse emblazoned across the top of the next page. Okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it felt like that.

  There were two boxes. The first of which stated: No sexual intercourse will occur between the two parties. The second of which stated: Sexual intercourse will occur between the two parties, and then further outlined possibilities for limits or stipulations regarding said sexual intercourse.

  He cleared his throat. Wanting Gideon to know he had no expectations and didn’t assume the man wanted him like that, he spoke up, “We can check the first box, Sir.”

  He watched Gideon’s reaction closely and confusion set in when the man didn’t react at all, besides staring at him quietly. He felt like he had to explain himself. “Um, I just mean that I’m not expecting anything. I understand if that’s not what you want from our arrangement.” When Gideon’s eyes narrowed, he realized what he’d omitted. “Sir.”

  He looked down at his lap and distracted himself with petting Slap and Tickle, and scratching them behind their ears. He jumped in surprise when Gideon growled out, “Put the kittens on the floor.”

  Sebastian’s eyes popped wide and he did as instructed. No sooner were the kittens on the floor than he was yanked down the length of the couch by his ankle until he was lying flat and Gideon was lying on top of him. They were face to face and Sebastian’s heart was racing, his breath coming in pants. Holy fuck, how had Gideon managed that maneuver? And was Sebastian crazy to think that was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced?

  Gideon loomed over Sebastian, gently clasping Sebastian’s left leg around the calf and wrapped it around his upper thigh and did the same to Sebastian’s right leg. Sebastian couldn’t help it, he tugged Gideon even closer and crossed his ankles over Gideon’s ass. Heat flared in Gideon’s eyes and Sebastian began to rethink his offer of checking the first box.

  Gideon wedged an arm under Sebastian’s back, tugging his shirt up in the process, gripping his neck. They were a hairsbreadth apart, their eyes locked on each other, Gideon’s aquamarine gaze was intense. If Sebastian didn’t get his breathing under control, he was going to pass out.

  His mind shut down when Gideon’s hips began a slow undulation.

  “What do you feel, boy?” Gideon’s hips rolled into his once again, making Sebastian gasp and grind his own hard cock against Gideon’s. “Answer me.”

  “Your cock, Sir.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  Sebastian’s yes, was more an exhalation than a fully formed answer. He closed his eyes when those magical hips undulated against his again.

  “Who’s it hard for?”

  Sebastian’s eyes popped open, meeting Gideon’s. Unable to answer, all he could do was gasp in another breath and pray he didn’t embarrass himself by coming in his jeans.

  “Who’s it hard for, boy?”

  “M-me, Sir?”

  “Say it again. Who’s it hard for, Sebastian?”

  “Me, Sir.”

  “That’s right, you. There is nothing I want more than to sink myself fully into your tight little hole. I want you, every inch of you, Sebastian. Don’t doubt it.”

  Sebastian’s eyes rolled back in his head when he heard the growly whisper in his ear. He began to rub up against Gideon faster, unable to stop himself. He used the leverage of his ankles, still locked together at Gideon’s ass, to rub his hard dick against the Dom’s.

  “You like that? You gonna come for me, Bastian?”

  Dear god, more whispering. He’d never been called Bastian before, but suddenly he never wanted to be called anything but Bastian by the man. Well, that and boy, because that pushed his buttons too.

  “That’s it, boy. Take what you need from me. Mmm, goddamn those hips can move.”

  Sebastian couldn’t stop the whimper if he tried.

  “Can they move that fast while you’re riding my fat cock?”

  Jesus, the man would be the death of him.

  “We’re gonna find out, aren’t we, boy?”

  When he could no longer control his movements, he cried out, “Sir, please?”

  Gideon bit down on his earlobe and growled, “Come for your Dom, boy.”

  White lights flashed behind his eyelids and the longest orgasm he could ever remember having had him convulsing as volley after volley of cum shot out of his cock into his pants, leaving him limp and panting. His gasping breaths eased, his heart rate slowed, and the orgasm haze had him nearly asleep, the only thing keeping him awake was the weight of his Dom on top of him.

  As the minutes ticked by, he grew embarrassed, not wanting to open his eyes and face the man that had just brought him more pleasure than he’d had in longer than he cared to admit without even touching his dick. He didn’t even know why he was feeling so self-conscious, or rather, didn’t want to admit it was because he’d
come so quickly and in his own jeans. For fuck’s sake.

  “Open your eyes.”

  When he did, his Dom’s eyes were crinkled at the sides, his smile one of contentment and satisfaction. “Thank you, Sir.”

  His blush bloomed fast and he cast his eyes down to Gideon’s lips. Lips that lowered and took his before he even had time to take a breath. Before he could contemplate that this was their first kiss, it was over, like it had never been. He glanced up into Gideon’s eyes again and smiled, shyly.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Can…can I return the favor, Sir?”

  Gideon slowly extricated himself from the grip of Sebastian’s legs and sat down on the couch by his feet, facing him. Pulling both of Sebastian’s feet onto his lap. “No, we still have a few things to discuss. Let’s move on to safety so we can wrap up talk of the contract.”

  Sebastian nodded, grabbed the contract and saw that safewords were up next. Gideon left it up to Sebastian what safewords he wanted to use. They moved on to discussing the three-month STD screening schedule required by the club’s bylaws. They’d each recently had a full one completed. Gideon said that he was willing to use condoms that weekend before they signed the contract and Sebastian agreed, mouth going dry at the thought.

  He asked for a copy of his last full physical, including blood test results regarding his overall health; so that he could see for himself that he was in good health. He said if the results were all at healthy levels, he wouldn’t push about his diet and exercise. Sebastian swallowed back his panic at sharing his medical information. Gideon must have seen it in his eyes because he paused and looked at Sebastian until he was unable to hold Gideon’s gaze.

  “Do you have any serious medical issues that will impact or be affected by our play that I need to be made aware of?”

  Sebastian ran the wording of that question over and over through his mind and breathed a sigh of relief when he could look Gideon in the eyes and tell him the truth. “No, Sir.”

  Sebastian’s pause must have made Gideon uneasy, because he asked, “You sure about that?”

  Sebastian nodded quickly. “Yes, Sir.”