“What if they just aren’t as ruffled?”
I had several smart-assed responses, but merely asked him to show me what he meant. He hadn’t been joking — he left the extra fabric but just kind of un-ruffled it. I still hated it, but not as much, and he was giving me an awful lot in the other rooms.
“It’s fine. Thank you.”
“You hate it.”
“Hate’s a strong word. I can live with it. It’s your house too.”
“I’ll fiddle with it some more.”
“No, it’s okay. Really.” I tousled his hair. “You know I’m going to have a seating area and television in the garage. I was going to throw some cheap Naugahyde furniture out there, and steel tables. Something we can wipe down with bleach after we get oil and grease on it.”
He gave me a sideways look, made sure all the changes in the project manager were saved, closed it, and opened another. It was Micca’s apartment, but since her apartment and my garage share a roof, he had the garage in it too.
I didn’t know whether to kiss him or spank him when he opened the file. He had tool chests and shelves, workbenches, saws — everything I’d need to work on cars and bikes, or build things with wood. The bay between the woodworking and car parts of the garage had the seating area and television, along with a small refrigerator, microwave, and every bit of my workout equipment.
“When were you going to show me this?”
“I wasn’t sure I would. You wanted the garage to be yours. I was going to play it by ear.”
I held his chin between my thumb and bent pointer finger. “If I ever find out you know more about something than me, and you let me do it half-assed instead of helping, that beautiful cock of yours is going to go a damned long time without an orgasm. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I kissed his forehead. “What do you have the sofas made of?”
“Pleather, but I’ll need to go back to the drawing board if you want car grease to come out of it.”
“Okay, tell me what you come up with, and change out one of the bays so you can work on your bike.”
“Not necessary. I do minor tweaks, but send it to let other people do anything major. A few drawers in the bike-bay have metric tools — that’s all I’ll need.”
“Now, tell me why you didn’t think you could hold an adult conversation?”
“I want to buy a house with you. I love you.”
“But?”
“It’s a lot of change. It’s scary. My inner bitch comes out when I’m scared. I’m sorry.”
“You put too much on yourself with these plans. You wanted to come to me with perfect designs, but this is about the two of us doing it. You know what you’re doing, and you’re great at making adjustments based on my input, but this is our house, boy.” I kissed his forehead. “And if you think you’re putting too much of me into it and not enough of you? I need to know. A simple, ‘Sir, I need more of me in the décor. I worry I’ll start to resent the fact it’s more about you than me.’ Tell me that, and we’ll go back to the drawing board and get more of you in it.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’ll put more of me into the living room, and maybe a big gay statue?”
I closed my eyes while the words big gay statue reverberated through my mind. I opened them and managed to only say, “Show me what you have in mind?”
I wasn’t sure what to say about what he showed me. The men weren’t having sex, exactly, and yet... I wasn’t sure what they were doing.
“It’s a modern take on the Hellenistic Greek wrestlers,” he explained, “updating their hair styles so they could be present day. It’s expensive. If you approve it, I’ll pay for it with my money.”
“Show it to me in the room.”
He switched to the project manager and opened what looked like an alternate stream. The same furniture and color scheme came up, but the sofa and chairs were in a different place, and the statue was in a mirrored corner on a little raised platform, so you could see it from all angles. He had some plants around it, and I actually liked the look.
“How about if I buy it for you as a wedding present?”
“You like it?”
“I don’t dislike it, and I like the way it works into the room. The plants are…” I shrugged. “I love the plants, and it’s like the statue gives us an excuse to bring the outdoors in.” I turned his head so he had to look me in the eyes again. “What other alternate plans do you have in there?”
“The guest bedroom as a dungeon?”
“Let me see.”
He hadn’t been joking. It was all spanking benches, a cross, bondage table, and lots of floggers, paddles and other impact tools on the walls as easily-accessible art. I loved it, and I loved him for coming up with it.
The house had four bedrooms, but Randall was knocking out a wall to combine a guest bedroom with ours, to make a huge master suite. This left two guest bedrooms, and what were the odds we’d need them both?
“Okay, we’ll leave that room empty for now, and I’ll make the bondage furniture once we get moved in. You draw them, I’ll make them.” I rubbed my beard. “We had a masculine guest bedroom and a feminine one — figure out how to make a room both genders will appreciate, since we’ll only have one.”
“Should I get Randall to put the flooring in and paint the walls, Sir?”
I looked back to the screen. “What’s the floor made of?”
“Industrial grade tile. Blood won’t stain it.”
“No. You’ll paint the walls while I make furniture. You won’t be bleeding enough to get it all over the place, so we can come up with something else for the floor.” I grabbed his chin again, so he had no choice but to look at me. “Randall stays out of the room. You and I will do every bit of work in it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I turned the television on, went to the Xbox and into Pornhub. “Save your work and blow me, boy.”
Chapter 23
Matty
* * *
Seeing my drawings come to life would never get old, nor would watching people fall in love with their space.
Micca’s apartment at our new house was on the backside of the garage as well as above it. There were five bays, though two of them were back to back. The ground floor of her apartment was the size of three garage bays, and consisted of the kitchen, dining area, living room, and a half bath. Her bedroom was the size of three bays, and her closet and bathroom were each the size of a full garage bay. The bedroom looked down on the first floor, like a loft. To say that she loved it would be an understatement.
She moved in a few weeks before the main house was ready for Razor and me, and I’d driven down to help organize her closet.
“Aaron Drake has asked for a two-hour meeting with me tomorrow evening,” she said, “over dinner at The Billiard Club. I can’t imagine what he wants to talk to me about for two hours.”
I happened to know she was going to find out about supernaturals in the near future, but I’d asked Razor not to tell me when ahead of time, so I wouldn’t have to avoid the truth if she brought it up. That hadn’t helped, because I still didn’t see a way to have this conversation without being dishonest.
I had to try, so I said, “I’m sure it’s fine. If he was going to fire you, it’d be a quick meeting and not a dinner, right? And everyone knows he’s head-over-heels in love with his wife, so he isn’t going to hit on you or anything.”
“Yeah, I guess. I’m glad Razor put the security system on my apartment. Having the woods behind me is a little creepy.”
And might be even more creepy when she learned a bunch of werewolves sometimes use those woods. Though, honestly, sometimes it made me feel more secure — except for the fact one of those wolves might be Dozer.
“You know how he is about security, and I guess sometimes people target him just because of the MC, so he’s really big on making sure we’re safe.” I pulled the boots off the shelf she’d just put them on and set them on the floor under it
. “Boots down here. Favorite shoes you wear all the time over there, dress shoes on the shelves.”
“I was putting all my black footwear on that shelf.”
I looked at her in hopes she’d realize organizing by type and then color within type would work way better. She threw a pair of heels at me. “Fine, we’ll do it your way. Tell me more about this girls night out thing we’re doing this weekend?”
“Gen and Bethany started it while Gen was dating Duke, and it’s grown. They have something like thirty girls that go now, and several limos to get us all from place to place. Spence, Cam, and I are invited — I won’t be the only gay guy. The MC brothers watching us are single, so none of us have to worry about our significant other watching. Everyone has their own rules, but dirty dancing is apparently the least dirty thing they do. We’ll start at The Billiard Club, then we’re seeing some band live at another bar, and we end up at The Diamond Club.” I went to another part of her closet and pulled out a black miniskirt and a sequined halter. “This, and your thigh-high black boots. The biggest rules are that you don’t leave with someone, and you don’t go off alone. We each have people assigned to us, but they need us in bunches and not all over the place. Basically, you’re safe with the MC watching you, so it’s okay to let your inner slut out and have fun.”
“I’ve worn the top with jeans, but I’ve never had the nerve to wear the skirt.” She opened a drawer and pulled some black bike shorts out. “What if I pair it with these?”
“Sure, until you’re drunk enough for me to convince you to take them off.”
She threw the shorts at me, too, and I put them all together on a little table by the door. “You can help me decide what to wear later. I don’t usually wear eyeliner around Daddy’s friends, but I think it might be okay for this.”
Matty
* * *
Razor and I were in Abbott’s office when Nathan and Aaron walked Micca in. She looked at us in surprise, and I told her, “I didn’t know until this morning.” Not for sure, anyway.
“Do you know what they’re going to tell me?”
“Not exactly, but I have the gist of it. Probably.”
“He couldn’t have told you about this meeting,” Nathan told her. “You’ll understand shortly.” Nathan looked at me. “You’re going to learn some things today as well. Our decision in this matter involved a combination of your engagement to Razor and the fact you’re Micca’s best friend. The ‘need to know’ phrase can take in the emotional health of our employees as well as a person’s actual need to know.”
When they told me after the wreck, I learned about werewolves, ravens, and vampires. Okay, and snakes, bears, rabbits, lions, and bobcats. More or less.
However, Micca learned about werewolves, ravens, vampires, lions, and freaking dragons all at the same time — as well as all of the other assorted shifters. But still. Dragons.
Aaron Drake is a fucking dragon. A dragon. He says he’s as big as a house, so he obviously couldn’t change in Abbott’s office, but Nathan changed into an eight-hundred-pound lion in front of us.
I also learned there are three kinds of vampire, and a little of the rules for each. One of the kinds is where the myths of the evil-vampire-without-a-soul-who-has-to-kill-to-live comes from. I’d have been happier not knowing that, but Micca needed to know about them or she might miss something important in her analysis and research.
She was in work mode and kept from freaking out, but I knew she’d need to freak out later. I was glad they’d made me part of this so I could be there for her.
Her binding seemed the same as mine, though it felt more businesslike, which probably made sense. I figured we’d leave when Nathan, Aaron, and Micca left, but Daddy sat back down after he shook hands with the men and hugged Micca, so I sat with him once everyone was gone.
“Stand back up, Matty. Strip. Clothes go on the table by the door.”
I wanted to do this, and yet, “Micca might need to talk.”
“Micca will be working tonight. Aaron has a big operation and he wants her to help out in the control room. Don’t make me have to tell you to strip again.”
Spence took his clothes off while I did, and we both put everything on the same table. He put his shoes under the table, and I followed his example.
“Take him to the bedroom,” Abbott told Spence. “Oil each other, inside and out. Neither of you are allowed to touch yourself, so you’ll have to take care of each other.”
I looked to Daddy to be sure, and he motioned for me to follow Spence through the door behind Abbott’s desk.
I was rock hard, and so was Spence. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work though.
Spence left the door open and pulled me to a bathroom area. “We use a combination of almond and coconut oil for lube. We have,” he opened a cabinet, “plain, cinnamon, ginger, and some pepper combinations we’ll want to avoid at all costs.”
“I think maybe plain? If we use cinnamon or ginger, it might hurt them.”
“In our asses, sure, but sometimes it’s fun to use the other on your cock and balls.” He shrugged. “We have two cinnamon mixtures. I love the light one on my cock and balls. It’s just enough to add heat and a touch of pain without being too much.”
My cock throbbed and pulsed, and Spence pulled the jar down with a smile.
“I didn’t say yes!” I protested, though I wasn’t really arguing.
“Your cock sure did, and your scent. Just the thought of it turns you on. Hold your hand out and I’ll give you some to put on me. I don’t know how long we have, so we should do each other at the same time.”
“Well then, let’s lube our asses with the plain stuff first, before we get the cinnamon on our hands.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Good idea.”
“Abbott might not be upset about getting it on his cock, but I don’t want to know what Razor will do if I surprise him like that.”
“Turn around and bend over. I’ll do you first.”
Razor
* * *
“He’s okay with you controlling his wolf again?” I asked Abbott.
“It took a little while for me to convince him he wasn’t a failure, but he’s okay now. He knows the next time the RTMC bites and turns new members, I’ll send him down again. Brain never needed to get rough with Harmony to teach her control, so no one came down hard on Spence either. I saw what was happening, but deemed this would be a good opportunity for he and his wolf to get to know each other. When he’s with a group of men who’ve just been turned, I think the learning experience will be more in line with what he’ll need.” He shrugged. “I could probably take him somewhere for a month and make it happen, or I could hire someone to take him on, but I’d rather he do it organically.”
“Plus, any bonding he does with our members just helps you politically.”
He grinned and tilted his head. “Yes, but that isn’t my primary motivation.”
We spent some time discussing our game plan for the evening, and when Abbott and I entered the bedroom about ten minutes later, our boys had everything pulled off the mattress except the fitted sheet, and they were both slowly stroking each other and kissing.
“Fuck, but our boys are sexy,” said Abbott.
“Mmm. I don’t know whether to get popcorn and watch, or join the fun.”
Abbott put Spence under a winch, bent over with his arms backwards and up in the air, pulled up by the chain. The vampire inserted a large ball gag in his boy’s mouth, inserted an anal hook, and connected the hook to the gag’s strap. He added a bar between the boy’s legs, and some weights under a parachute on his balls — and Spence was all set to watch us play with Matty.
While Abbott situated his boy, I put mine under a different winch in much the same position, though without the hook or the gag because we wanted to use those holes.
I touched Matty’s chin and met his gaze. “I’m Daddy or Sir. Abbott is Sir. You’ll do as he tells you without hesitation, or you’ll be punished
. Any questions?”
“No, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Are you mine? Completely mine?”
“You know I am, Sir.”
I squatted in front of him and put my palm to his cheek. He leaned into it and closed his eyes.
“So, if I tell Abbott it’s okay to drink from you when he fucks you later, that’s my right?”
His eyes flew open and his face told me it wouldn’t be okay, but he took a few seconds to think it through. “I don’t want him to do that, but you’re my daddy and I trust you won’t do anything to hurt me.”
My cock pulsed in my pants at the raw, open trust my boy was giving me. I kissed his forehead, and he relaxed back into the palm of my hand.
“I haven’t decided yet, we’ll see how things go.” I tapped his cheek with my thumb, and when he opened his eyes I told him, “You’ll earn your next orgasm with good behavior. Embarrass me and you won’t get one for at least a week. If you’re a good boy, you’ll get one tonight. Maybe two.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I kissed his forehead again, stood, and stepped away. Abbott had disrobed after he restrained his boy, and now he took my place and ordered, “Suck me, boy. Lots of tongue. Make it loud and messy.”
Matty had to fight to reach the head, but he easily sucked it into his mouth once he did. Slurping and sucking sounds filled the room, and motion in Spence’s direction caught my eye. His first string of slobber had fallen from his mouth, and his eyes told me he was both mortified and turned on by the fact he couldn’t control this simple bodily function — keeping his saliva in his mouth.
I went to the wall and collected a bamboo cane and a leather strap. Abbott enjoyed Matty’s mouth a few more moments before stepping away and accepting the strap from me.
We positioned ourselves on either side of my boy, and Abbott ordered the music we’d agreed to. The piece is two drummers, and there are three hits to a higher pitched drum between every gong of a deep drum. I hit my boy three fast times with the cane, and Abbott walloped him with the strap. He’d programmed it so the gong would sound one hundred times, though we’d stop if it looked like Matty wasn’t handling it well.
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