Thank God, Rob rode it out, kept the evil grind going until Michael was empty, drained dry. Then Rob went for his own pleasure, pounding with short, sharp thrusts that still felt so fucking good.
Less than half a dozen strokes later, Rob came, lips still grazing Michael’s, sharing breath and moans and the dizzying rush of ecstasy shooting from Rob’s dick to pulse in Michael’s still-spasming ass.
Rob shifted just enough to let Michael’s leg fall limp on the table, but kept him pinned. Their breaths were harsh, chests rubbing together erratically, legs tangled. Rob brushed another kiss over his lips, softer this time, but no less intense. Michael wanted to pull away, but he wanted to stay even more. Wanted Rob’s kiss, his touch. Wanted the tenderness that soothed all the raw nerves at the end of a scene.
His Master must have read his mind, because Rob was holding him, stroking his lips with a gentle tongue, pressing slow, wet kisses to his throat, bringing him down in the sweetest way possible.
Rob’s own breath was still harsh, still ragged, and Michael wondered for a moment who soothed the Dom.
*
Wrung out, exhausted and almost numb from their scene, Rob wondered if it had been a bad idea to let Michael shower alone. The submissive had said he needed a few minutes to regroup, but with each minute that passed, Rob was more convinced he never should have let the man out of his sight.
When Michael finally approached the bar, he looked every bit as used up as Rob felt. His eyes were red-rimmed and looked the tiniest bit swollen, which just made the blue pop even more than usual. His expressive face was sober, almost tentative as he propped himself gingerly on the bar stool next to Rob’s. Rob squashed the surge of smug possessiveness at the move. Clearly Michael was still feeling every inch of Rob’s dick.
“Hey.”
Michael cut him a glance, but didn’t return the greeting. For once he was behaving like a submissive toward Rob, eyes on the floor, body language deferential. Rob smiled a little bit, but the satisfaction was tempered with the uncertainty over where this thing between them would go next.
“Hey,” Michael answered eventually. His voice was as raw as his eyes, fucked out and rough from Rob’s use and his own screams. It was sexy as fuck, but more, it made Rob want to take care of him.
He reached up without thinking, laid his palm over Michael’s throat, curling his fingers around to give the illusion of a collar. Michael shuddered, then leaned into the touch until Rob knew the submissive was really feeling the restraint. Stroking the submissive’s jaw with his thumb, he turned to the bartender and ordered a cup of herbal tea. Michael didn’t respond, but the bartender smiled as she prepared the soothing beverage and slid it in front of Rob’s submissive.
*
“We need to talk.”
Michael supposed he should be grateful Rob had waited until he finished his tea to start the conversation. Holding the mug between his palms, Michael rotated it slowly on the bar. He didn’t know why it had come as such a surprise to him, the way Rob cared for him after their scene. He really hadn’t seen any sign Rob was a negligent Master. He supposed he was just stuck in a loop of their high school encounter, when Rob had run so fast Michael had practically heard a sonic boom.
“Do we have to?” He knew better than to ask, but the idea of discussing anything meaningful with Rob now, when he was stripped so bare and vulnerable just flat out terrified him.
“I think we do, Mikey.” And just damn him for using that low, steel-edged Master’s voice. “There’s something between us. Something powerful and electric, and it’s been there since we were kids.”
Michael shook his head, knowing it was true, but unwilling to admit it.
“You can lie to me, Michael, but don’t lie to yourself.” Rob cupped Michael’s jaw before laying his hand over Michael’s neck once more. Michael shuddered all over again; at the touch, at the feeling Rob owned him.
Rob owning him? The idea was terrifying.
“I ran away from you ten years ago,” Rob continued, fingers stroking Michael’s neck soothingly. “I was a kid, and I was confused about what I was feeling and afraid of what other people would say.” Rob leaned closer, resting his forehead against Michael’s temple, breathing his words directly into Michael’s ear.
“I have never for one minute stopped regretting it. I’ve wondered what might have happened if I hadn’t been such a coward.”
His breath tickled Michael’s ear, hot and damp.
“If you run now, Michael, we’ll both spend the next ten years wondering what we could have had.”
Michael squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head. It would be far, far too easy for Rob to break him. Having his teenaged heart bruised was one thing. Having his submissive spirit broken was another thing entirely.
“We could build something amazing together, Michael.” It was like the devil whispering in his ear, offering him everything he’d ever wanted, and Michael was afraid to reach out and take it. His own cowardice infuriated him. He was a submissive, not coward. A submissive had to be the polar opposite of cowardly.
“How do I trust you?” They were the first real words he’d spoken and they rasped in his throat. “How do I know you’ll do what you say?”
Rob’s eyes lighted, green glinting even in the surreal lighting of the bar. Michael sighed. Clearly Rob knew he’d won.
“We’ll sign a contract, something that protects both of us.” Michael felt himself nod, felt Rob’s hand tighten on his throat, and caught his breath.
“We’ve both been afraid, Michael.” Rob’s voice vibrated against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Or maybe it was Rob’s words that affected him so strongly. “Alone we were afraid, for far too long. Now it’s time for us to be brave together.”
Together . Michael had been alone for so long, alone even with the club Masters and subs. Alone even in contracted relationships. Rob was offering him a chance at something more — at being with someone on more than a physical level.
Rob slid off his barstool and urged Michael off his so they were standing face to face, chest to chest. The Dom reached up and cupped Michael’s face in his hands, resting his forehead against Michael’s.
“This is going to work, Mikey,” Rob whispered against Michael’s lips. And with those green eyes burning into his, with the strength of Rob’s hands on his face, the strength of Rob’s will controlling his very breath, Michael believed it would work.
“Yeah,” he murmured against Rob’s mouth. “Yeah, I think it just might.”
The kiss that followed was full of laughter, and salt, and all the things Michael had been looking for, for all of his life. All the things he was beginning to believe he’d found with Rob.
They were caught up enough in each other that they didn’t notice the piercing gaze of the big, bald club owner as he stood on the stairs, or the way Master Sin and Janie, the cinnamon-haired bartender, clinked their glasses together. No, Rob and Michael had no attention for anyone but each other.
And that was just the beginning.
The End
About the Author:
Violet Summers is actually the writing team of Sierra and VJ Summers.
Sierra lives in Michigan with her husband, three children and two dogs. She is grateful that she has the opportunity to fulfill her dream of writing.
VJ Summers is the quiet — and short — half of the team. She doesn’t remember quite when she started writing, though she has a vague memory of a story written in the seventies about a girl name Carmel (that’s Car-MELL) who wore designer Sassoon “shapes”, or jeans. It was not, she says, her finest work. Now, years in public education have sparked a variety of stories that she’s eager to tell.
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