Blind Spot

by Maggie Kavanagh

  They were both naked, but with the blindfold over his eyes, Sam could only guess where Nathan would touch him next. The sensory deprivation heightened every sensation, and Sam shivered as Nathan flicked his tongue out and teased his sore nipples. A firm hand slipped down between his legs, avoiding his cock, and Sam whined as two slick fingers breached him.

  He’d never felt so helpless, and the primitive urge to fight rose up in him. He tested his bonds again, but they were strong. Nathan had used a set of four leather cuffs that linked together via nylon rope under the mattress—a contraption they purchased online but hadn’t yet used.

  A surge of adrenaline pulsed through Sam’s body.

  “Shh,” Nathan whispered close to his face. “Are you okay?”

  The voice was familiar. Loved. Sam knew Nathan would let him go if he used their safeword. He started to relax as the fight dissipated. The cuffs weren’t there to hold him back, but to make him feel secure. They were an extension of Nathan, like his hands, or his arms. He nodded.

  “Good.”

  Nathan angled his fingers to rub Sam’s prostate, and his erection started leaking on his belly. He wanted something—anything—to touch it, but he knew Nathan wouldn’t give in easily. They had waited too long for it to be a quick session.

  “Mew.” Shadow jumped onto the bed. Sam laughed as her cold nose tickled his side. He’d missed the little beast.

  Nathan tutted. “Okay. I’m sorry, cat, but you need to go.”

  Sam’s world only existed through sound and sensation—the bed bouncing as Nathan moved to exile the cat, the sound of running water in the bathroom. Then all was silent.

  Sam’s eyelashes fluttered against the blindfold, but he couldn’t see more than a thin strip of light near his nose. His nipples ached. He closed his eyes and let the comforting darkness surround him.

  As he listened to his own breathing—in and out, in and out—warmth spread over him. The adrenaline surge ebbed, leaving him fuzzy-headed and content, and he melted into the mattress. His cock was still hard, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

  He waited what felt like hours, floating on the edge between wakefulness and sleep. When the mattress dipped, Sam opened his eyes to darkness. Nathan’s warm hands spread out over his chest and then pulled the clamps on his nipples. The sting traveled straight to his groin, and his cock leapt on his belly, slapped it and then rose again. It didn’t get any satisfaction. Nathan continued to ignore it and moved between Sam’s legs. Something pressed into him. Slick plastic, not quite as wide as a cock. It fit easily into his relaxed body. Nathan said something Sam couldn’t quite make out, but the tone of his voice was pleased. It made Sam proud he was doing a good job. He waited.

  The plastic buzzed to life, and Sam shuddered as the unexpected sensation rocked through him. His toes curled and his adrenal glands fired. This time, Nathan fucked in and out with the vibrator as his other hand worked Sam’s cock. It was leaking profusely by then, and Nathan blew on the cool wetness, sending a shiver up Sam’s spine. The vibrator sounded loud in the quiet of the room, and Sam realized there was another noise—his own moaning. It felt so good he could hardly stand it. And then Nathan took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked.

  It was too much sensation too quickly. Sam could barely give a garbled warning before his balls contracted and he came.

  He waited for the reprimand, but instead Nathan rewarded him with a long, openmouthed kiss. Their tongues slid together, tasting of come, and Sam lifted his head to get closer. His orgasm had left him weak and too sensitive. He wanted Nathan to untie him and hold him, but Nathan didn’t seem to have any intention of releasing him yet.

  “That was good,” said Nathan between sweet kisses. “But don’t come again until I say. Tell me if you’re close.”

  Sam didn’t think that would be a problem. He almost laughed but he didn’t dare. “Yes, sir.”

  The vibrator was still inside him, angled just so, and Sam whimpered as Nathan continued to jack his softening cock, using his ejaculate as slick. Waves of pain mingled with pleasure, but Nathan was relentless, in spite of Sam’s halfhearted protests. He could safeword at any time, and Nathan would stop. But Sam wanted to keep going. He wanted to see how far they could go.

  After a few minutes of steady attention, Sam’s dick started to stiffen again. His arousal was less potent than before, but grew steadily more urgent with every pull and twist of Nathan’s expert hand. Soon he was hard and throbbing, breathing in time to each slow stroke.

  His mind started to wander. He imagined he could look down from the ceiling and see them both on the bed. He knew exactly what Nathan would look like, how proud, determined, and single-minded in his focus on Sam. How had he ever believed Nathan wasn’t entirely devoted to him? He felt so good. He reveled in the attention his cock was getting, especially when Nathan’s wet tongue flicked over the crown in a tease. Again Nathan’s hot mouth engulfed him, taking him to the root. Sam couldn’t thrust, and he held off. He floated on the precipice of another climax, but he wouldn’t let himself fall over.

  When Nathan stopped sucking him, Sam arched off the bed, his body reacting automatically. Nathan quickly removed the vibrator, and Sam shuddered as the phantom sensation continued to echo inside him. Then Nathan was at his ankles, untying the cuffs. He pushed Sam’s legs back and slid something—a pillow—under his ass, angling him upward.

  Sam’s first instinct was to hold his legs to his chest to give Nathan better access, but his arms were still bound. His heart pounded in his throat as he imagined how he looked. Earlier Nathan had instructed him to clean himself, and he’d done a thorough job. His hole was gaping, hungry for Nathan’s cock, but Nathan seemed intent on edging him into oblivion. Sam willed himself to relax.

  Nathan ran his hands over the globes of Sam’s ass and spread him wide. Then he teased a finger between his cheeks and down his crack. He pushed in a little, and Sam felt himself welcome the intrusion. He wondered with breathless anticipation what would happen next.

  “You look so good.” Nathan removed his hand, and Sam let out a whimper. Then, before he could adjust to the loss of sensation, he heard movement, like Nathan was repositioning himself on the bed.

  Then Sam felt the wet, hot sensation of Nathan’s mouth on his hole.

  “Shit,” he panted. Nathan nuzzled deeper, licking around his entrance and then kissing him above and below. He swirled his tongue and pressed it against the ring of muscle. Sam almost came as Nathan’s tongue opened him up. His cock started to drip onto his belly, and he made a nervous sound in the back of his throat. He didn’t want to come until he was told.

  “Please, please.” His stomach quivered with the effort of being folded nearly in half, and his nipples ached. He sounded broken, desperate.

  Nathan simply hummed against him, but he didn’t let up. He lapped and sucked, flicked his tongue, and tapped it against Sam’s balls.

  “Is this heaven?” Sam groaned.

  “Your ass was made for kissing,” Nathan said thickly. He teased a finger around Sam’s rim as he spoke. “Why haven’t I done this before?”

  Sam had often wondered the same thing, but he hadn’t wanted to press the issue. Even though he enjoyed eating ass, it wasn’t for everyone. But Nathan wasn’t hesitant at all. He was going at it like he loved it, like he couldn’t get enough—and it was driving Sam out of his mind.

  Nathan’s beard scratched against Sam’s sensitive skin, providing a delicious contrast to the wet heat of his mouth. When Nathan wrapped a hand around Sam’s dripping cock, Sam thought he might die. He let out a shout of warning. “No. Please.”

  “Good boy.” Nathan released him. “That’s my good boy. You were close?”

  “So close. I—ah.”

  Nathan laughed. He sounded like his mouth was full and went back to slowly jacking Sam’s dick while he licked and sucked. It seemed to go on like that forever, the orgasm building and then receding in waves until Sam was delirious and utt
erly under Nathan’s control.

  He almost wasn’t expecting the words “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  Nathan bent his legs back even further, and Sam cried out at the first thrust.

  “Put your heels over my shoulders,” Nathan commanded as he started to move. Sam did. His arms stretched and strained with every slam of Nathan’s hips. Soon Sam was lost in the give and take of the rhythm.

  “You feel perfect,” Nathan whispered hoarsely.

  Sam could only moan and clench around the cock inside him. He was beyond language.

  “I need you so much.” Nathan’s voice was close, intimate. He nosed Sam’s cheek and then sucked an earlobe into his hot mouth. “I thought of you all the time when I was away. There was a swing. Wanted to see you on it, full of my cock. People wanting you, watching me fuck you, but knowing they can’t. Knowing you’re mine.”

  Sam whimpered as he imagined it too. His ass burned with the stretch of the pounding.

  Nathan reared up and pumped more erratically. Even though Sam couldn’t see him, he knew Nathan was getting close. “I’ll be dammed if I ever have to miss you like that again.”

  Sam’s balls contracted. He was going to come soon, with or without Nathan’s permission. Every slide of Nathan’s cock edged him closer.

  “I own you. I fucking own this ass.”

  “Yes. Yes,” Sam nearly sobbed.

  “Tell me how much you love it.”

  “I love it. I love it so much.” In his delirium, Sam thought with shame of his drinking. All he’d really needed was to be completely taken over by Nathan’s thick cock.

  “What if I fucked you like this all day?” Nathan was panting, punctuating each guttural word with a grind of his hips. “I want to feel you come. Can you do that for me?” He stopped moving, and Sam almost cried. Then he felt Nathan’s hands on his chest. Each nipple was sore, but it was nothing compared to the rush of sensation that came flooding back when Nathan released the clamps. The throbbing pain traveled straight to Sam’s cock. Sam exploded with a cry as the orgasm rocked him from head to foot.

  “Oh damn,” Nathan groaned. “Damn.” He kissed Sam without finesse as he went deep and stayed there, trembling with the effort. Even after Sam thought it was over, Nathan moved slowly, fucking his come into Sam with a few final, luxurious strokes. Sam wanted to hold Nathan to him and keep him inside, but the restraints on his arms were unyielding. He moaned softly and gripped with his legs instead, wanting to feel every last pulse of the cock emptying into him. His.

  When he was finally untied, Sam could hardly lift his arms, mostly because the second orgasm had turned his body to jelly. He blinked slowly against the light when Nathan removed the blindfold.

  “Hi,” Nathan said, his smile fond. He rubbed Sam’s arms to bring back circulation.

  “Holy shit.” Sam’s voice was hoarse. He struggled to sit up against the pillows, but his body wasn’t obeying mental commands. He fell back and stared up at the ceiling, utterly wrecked.

  “I hope that’s a good ‘holy shit’?”

  “It’s a fantastic ‘holy shit.’ I need… I need to take a piss, but I don’t think I can stand up.”

  “Here, let me—” Nathan hooked one arm under Sam’s bent knees and fit the other one behind his back.

  Sam glared. “If you carry me, I’ll be angry.”

  “How angry?” Nathan grinned as he started to move.

  Sam grumbled out a protest against heteronormative bullshit, but Nathan was impossible to argue with. He carried Sam to the bathroom, careful not to hit his head on the doorframe.

  “You’re an asshole,” Sam said as he was restored to dignity on legs that were a lot more stable than he expected. He aimed at the toilet, aware Nathan was scrutinizing him for any signs of injury.

  “So you’ve said before.”

  “I was right before.”

  Nathan laughed. He looked gorgeous—carefree.

  Sam finished, shook off, and turned around. His belly twisted with a different kind of need. He didn’t protest when Nathan turned on the shower and led them both under the spray to wash. He didn’t complain either when Nathan rubbed him down afterward, or when they lay together under the covers in the middle of the day, listening to the early summer thunderstorm through an open window. He fingered the collar around his neck as a flash of lightning lit up the cloudy sky. Thunder clapped loudly overhead, sending a tremor through the entire building. And Shadow—returned from exile—meowed and burrowed between them.

  Nathan rested his head on Sam’s shoulder, and Sam tightened his arms. After all they’d been through in the past couple months, he knew Nathan needed the closeness as much as he did. Maybe even more.

  Maybe it didn’t make them weak at all.

  Chapter Fourteen

  WHEN RICK Morgan was arrested, the town erupted into pandemonium. Stonebridge was without a mayor for the first time in its history, since Morgan’s designated appointee from the city council had been arrested as well. A street protest against the corruption in city hall began as soon as the news broke, and it swelled over the next day until the governor declared a curfew. Now the streets were quiet at night, but Sam’s keyboard was on fire. The media was full of conjecture about which of the remaining council members would take the temporary office, and Sam wasn’t going to be left in the dust.

  Chief Donna Howard and her police were under renewed suspicion, and the Feds had launched an internal investigation, led by none other than Antonio Rivera. It was almost like they’d gone back in time two years, but the people wanted answers. They weren’t going to settle for anything less than the truth.

  Still it was good to be home again.

  Sam lay with his feet in Nathan’s lap and Shadow tucked close against his left side. The newspaper headlines were even crazier than they’d been during the Sheldon-Hoff trial.

  Feds Bust Former Deputy Mayor And Staff On Conspiracy to Commit Murder, Bribery Charges, the lead to the Gazette article read. Sam continued out loud. “Barney Collins, White’s former assistant and whistleblower, provided the FBI with information linking his employer to the Voronkov crime family before he was found murdered in southern Florida. I guess it’s fitting Collins gets credit in the end.”

  They decided it was safer to keep Sam’s name out of the papers, since it wasn’t clear if there would be further retribution from the Voronkovs. The men they arrested in Florida weren’t taking credit for the mayor’s murder. Still it was a relief to know who’d chased him and nearly run him off the road. A crime of passion was less frightening than a potential mob hit.

  Nathan rubbed his feet as Sam scrolled to the bottom of the article. “Police Chief Donna Howard is working with local prosecutors to pursue further leads, in spite of increased suspicion on her office. Mayor Morgan denies all involvement in White’s poisoning last month.”

  “So the guy says he’s innocent.” Sam snapped his laptop shut, set it on the coffee table, and stretched. He unsettled Shadow, who gave a meow of protest and jumped off the couch. “I guess I don’t blame him.” He thought again of the prison where he visited Sheldon—those oppressive drab walls and unfriendly guards. And of course Sheldon’s claim of innocence regarding his parent’s accident. It made him wonder about Donna Howard. “So, do you think Chief Howard’s involved?”

  Nathan wrinkled his forehead. “Not sure. There was nothing in the Collins files linking her to the case. But I think it’s safe to say Morgan would throw her under the bus if he had any dirt on her, especially given the aggressive way she’s pursing the case. I’d say she’s likely clean. Speaking of… Rivera wants to know if you’d like to press charges against Judy White. They’ve got her in custody.”

  Sam considered his move. Even though nothing had happened in the end, the car chase had been one of the most terrifying moments of his life. Still it gave him an idea. There was a slight possibility that Judy White had useful information. “I’d like to go see if I can talk to her, first. You wanna come w
ith?” He swung his legs off Nathan’s lap.

  “Somebody’s got to keep you out of trouble.” He sounded stern, but Nathan’s eyes were twinkling.

  THE STAIRS at the police station swarmed with a sea of reporters and photographers, but guards kept most of them back and out of the way. Nathan towed Sam after him as he waved his badge and cut through the throng easily. A few cameras flashed in their faces, eager to capture something—anything—that might be useful on a front page or a website, though Sam knew the assholes didn’t have a clue who they were.

  Antonio Rivera greeted them at the front desk, looking haggard. Sam realized he hadn’t seen him since the night they’d gotten drunk together. It seemed like years had passed since then. Nathan slapped Rivera on the arm, and the two of them shared a greeting.

  “Didn’t expect to see you back in town so soon, Tony,” Nathan said. “How’s it going?”

  “Controlled chaos, as you see. Barely controlled.” Rivera smiled tightly, and Sam’s eyes were drawn again to the scar running the length of his face. He’d never asked how Rivera got it. “Feels more than a little like déjà vu. So what can I do for you?”

  Rivera looked from Nathan to Sam, and the expression on his face shifted to not particularly pleased when Sam made his request to see Judy. “I’m afraid I can’t allow it,” he said, shaking his head. “No visitors.”

  “Come on, Rivera,” said Sam. “Consider it a favor?”

  “Sorry, but the answer is final. I can’t let you through, not during the questioning phase. She’s with her lawyer now.”

  Sam cursed internally as he felt his chance slipping away. “But I need to talk to her.”

  “About what?” Now Rivera seemed curious.

  “Listen. I’m pretty sure my parents were murdered, and there’s a possibility Dan Sheldon was involved,” Sam said. “Maybe Judy White knows something about it. If White and Sheldon were working together, she must have—”