On the street, Danny paused to look back at the building they’d just left. “This is a gorgeous building. It fits in well with the aesthetic for this area.” It was four floors, constructed from soft gray stone and green-tinted glass. Three huge garage doors took up most of the ground level, and on the left side was a hunter green door.
“Thank you. I kept as much of the original bones as possible when I had it renovated for my business and apartment. Didn’t want anything too modern sticking out like a sore thumb around here.”
They got into Jordan’s Camaro and headed for Danny’s house. The drive was uneventful, with mild traffic and quiet small talk.
“You’re sure you’re all right with this?” Jordan asked as he turned onto Danny’s street.
“Yes. I’ll probably have more questions once it really sinks in. But we can figure it out.”
They pulled up to his house. Jordan started to turn off the ignition but Danny stopped him. “You don’t have to get out. I’ll walk myself up.” Danny saw that Jordan was about to protest, and he loved that he was so gentlemanly that he wanted to see him to his door. He leaned in, offering a kiss as a consolation prize. Jordan took his hand off the key to cup Danny’s chin, and they shared a sweet kiss goodbye. Danny let his eyes drift closed, soaking in the feel of soft lips sliding over his and the delightfully masculine feel of beard lightly rasping against his face.
“I’ll call you later, okay?” Jordan said when they separated.
Danny nodded, his eyes still closed. “Okay.” A car drove past them, music blasting too loud for the early hour, reminding him that Jordan needed to get back to his shop for work. He pulled away.
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Danny stepped out of the car and went up the walk. He had a feeling Jordan was the type who wouldn’t pull off until he went inside and he was right. He turned and waved goodbye. Jordan returned the wave, but didn’t leave until Danny closed the front door behind him.
Happy to be back in his own space after the shocking night he’d had, he ran upstairs, took a quick shower, and threw on the first t-shirt and shorts his hand touched when he opened the dresser drawer. He went into his workroom out of habit, but concentrating and working was out of the question. Still, he sat down in his chair, slowly swiveling back and forth.
“Blaze is Jordan and Jordan is Blaze.”
Even though he’d seen the proof with his own eyes, he felt as though he needed to say it out loud to make it real. And then it clicked. There was no way Jordan had run into him accidentally at Club Decadence after sending him the invitation. Scott had been right about Blaze’s initial attraction. And Danny couldn’t even tell him.
Danny wasn’t angry that Jordan had manufactured their meeting. Like he’d told him last night, he understood the reason for the secrecy. And to be honest he was kind of flattered. Blaze, that big leather-clad superhero had been attracted to him, enough that he’d set up a way for them to meet when he was out as his regular life alter ego. Wow.
But Jordan had said that he couldn’t be involved with him. Had that stemmed from the fact that he didn’t want to reveal his secret identity? Or was there something else holding Jordan back? Last night, he’d asked Danny if he still wanted to be with him but that could have meant continuing on in the parameters they’d set as Dom trainer and sub trainee, not taking the first steps into a relationship as he’d assumed. He’d have to ask the next time they saw each other because he needed that clarification.
Danny was completely tripped up at the fact that just the other day he’d drawn a mask on Jordan’s face then laughed at himself for being silly. He hadn’t been able to see what was right in front of him because it was too fantastic to believe.
“Blaze is Jordan and Jordan is Blaze,” he said again.
Danny scrubbed a hand over his face. Was it too early for a drink? Because he needed one.
He got up and went into the kitchen, rummaging around for the ingredients to make a Bloody Mary. Thankfully, they had everything he needed, including celery stalks he swiped from the snacks Scott had prepared for himself for the week. Danny walked into the living room, sucking the spicy drink off the stick of celery. He dropped down on the couch and opened up Netflix, looking for a true crime series he could mindlessly watch to distract himself for a few hours.
His few hours turned into an all-day marathon. Around four thirty, thirst and hunger drove him off the couch and into the kitchen for another round of snacks. Danny poured himself a glass of water while he thought about what he wanted to eat. His phone rang right as he raised it to his mouth to drink, startling him, and he sloshed water on his face. Rolling his eyes at his clumsiness, Danny wiped the water away with the back of his hand before he answered the phone.
“Hello?”
Jordan’s deep voice came through the line. “Hey, how are you?”
“Good. Finishing up a hard day of doing nothing. I think I needed some time to recalibrate after everything that happened last night.”
“That’s understandable. I’m sorry you had to find out about me that way.”
“It was a little traumatizing,” Danny said, only half-joking. “But it’s out in the open now and that’s a good thing.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. Have you eaten yet?”
“No.”
“Would you like to come here for dinner? I know we discussed a few things over breakfast, but I thought I’d order in and we could continue that conversation.”
“Dinner at your place would be great. I’d like that.” Danny bounced on his toes, excited to see Jordan again and get answers to the rest of his questions.
“Okay. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Or, I could meet you at your place. Don’t you have to go out later?”
“Yes.”
“Then it will be easier for you if I drive myself.” A low growl sounded in his ear but Danny laughed, not at all intimidated. “You’re used to calling the shots,” he teased.
“Yes. But I know when I’ve been outmaneuvered. I’ll see you here at six.”
They ended the call and Danny went to get ready for their date. Tingles of excitement danced through him as he wondered how the night would go. They’d played together three times now. And they’d dry humped each other to orgasm. He hoped that tonight they’d combine the two. Actually, he hoped they’d go even farther. All the way in fact.
Sure, his asshole had clenched in fright when he’d spied Jordan’s gorgeous yet huge cock. That sucker had girth and length. But what did he expect? A super dick for a super hero. However, after he’d unclenched, his overwhelming desire had overridden his initial misgivings. And it was clear that Jordan wanted him just as much.
With that in mind, he took care to prepare his body for sex as he got ready for their dinner date. When it came time to pick out his clothes, he stood in front of the closet, lips pursed as he looked over his choices. Since it was only the two of them, he didn’t think he should get too dressed up. And they had yet to discuss things like fetish wear. So, it would probably be a little presumptuous and weird to show up in something more fit for the club.
“Does Jordan even like fetish wear?” he wondered aloud.
The man did run around the city of St. Louis wearing a skin tight leather suit so it was probably safe to assume he had at least a slight fetish wear kink. Danny pulled on a blue jock strap with black patent leather trim that he’d ordered but hadn’t yet had occasion to wear other than dancing around his room while admiring his butt in the mirror.
He wiggled his way into another pair of his tight jeans, these in a pale blue, and slipped his arms into a soft and clingy short sleeve button down. The outfit didn’t scream sex, but it did show off his body. And if they made it to the main event, the jock strap was perfect for adding a little spice.
Since he’d be driving right in the thick of rush hour, Danny grabbed his keys and headed out so he wouldn’
t be late. A few minutes before six, he pulled up to Jordan’s building. Following the directions Jordan had texted him, he went to the hunter green door on the side of the building and stepped into the small vestibule. Using the passcode he’d been given, he took the elevator up to Jordan’s apartment.
Jordan was waiting for him when the doors slid open. He looked good, dressed in dark jeans and a black V-neck pull over that clung to his muscled chest and dipped in over his flat stomach.
“Hey.”
Danny returned the greeting with a smile. “Hey.”
He stepped off the elevator and walked right up to Jordan, wrapping his arms around him in a hug. Unlike that morning, Jordan didn’t hesitate before he returned the embrace. Danny closed his eyes, savoring the feel of being enclosed in those big arms. “I like this,” he said with his cheek pressed to Jordan’s chest.
“So do I. I actually thought...”
Danny tipped his head back to look up at Jordan when he left his sentence unfinished. “What?”
“Nothing. Let’s go eat and then we’ll talk.”
Jordan led him down a hall with parquet flooring and a thick, carpeted runner to the dining room. It was a gorgeous space, with crisp lines and a bold color scheme. A currently dormant fireplace was on one wall, with a large abstract painting in strong strokes of black, gold and indigo hanging above. Large, black-paned windows took up most of the other walls. The dining table had a warm, knotty wood top and black metal frame. That same black metal made up the legs for the dove gray suede chairs. The light fixture in the center of the tray ceiling had globes of smoke black glass, that looked more like art than light fixtures. On the table were clear glass plates and containers from one of his favorite Italian restaurants on The Hill.
“Smells delicious.” he said as he took a seat in the chair Jordan pulled out for him.
“I hope you enjoy it,” Jordan said as he went around to the other side of the table and sat down. They served themselves from the containers, starting with small dinner salads and bread sticks, and moving on to plates of chicken parmesan.
Tonight, Danny was too impatient to wait until every bite of food was consumed before he started their talk. He’d only made it halfway through his entree when he got the conversation going.
“This morning, I only thought to ask questions about your powers. I didn’t think to ask about us. I’m pretty sure I already know the answer to this but you bumping into me at Club Decadence was on purpose, right?”
“Yes. I sent you the invitation with the intention of giving you a more secure place to explore kink and then leaving you alone. But I couldn’t do it.”
“Why?”
“Why couldn’t I leave you alone?”
“No. Why did you want to leave me alone?”
Jordan set his fork aside and leaned back in his chair. “Danny, I wanted to be with you almost from the moment I saw you. But from experience — mine and others — I’ve seen that superheroes and romantic relationships don’t go well together. Because of that, I felt I should stay away from you.”
“But now you’ve changed your mind?”
Jordan nodded. But Danny needed more than that. He needed to know exactly where they stood.
“You asked last night if I wanted to be with you and I said yes. But did you mean continuing on with our training relationship or something more?”
There was a long, heavy moment of quiet before Jordan answered.
“I want more with you.”
“Then that means we can continue with our lessons but also take the step you couldn’t before. The step that might cause us to bond as Dom and sub.”
“Sex.”
Heat bloomed across Danny’s skin as he watched Jordan’s perfect lips form the three-letter word. “Yeah,” he breathlessly agreed. “Sex.”
“We don’t have to have sex tonight because we’re at my place. We can wait if that’s what you want.”
“What do you want?”
Jordan’s fingers flexed once on the tabletop before he answered.
“I want you to feel safe and comfortable with me.”
Jordan spoke of waiting, but Danny caught the betraying movement that said something else. Jordan wanted him. And heaven help him, Danny wanted him just as much. Were they going too fast? Probably. But he wasn’t going to wait simply for the sake of waiting. Not when he was dying to feel Jordan’s hands on his body again, without restrictions preventing their play from reaching its natural conclusion.
He stood from his seat and walked around the table. Jordan turned his chair out from the table and watched him approach, his gaze heavy-lidded and hot. Danny stopped when he was right in front of him. “I want to feel you inside me tonight,” he boldly said.
A muscle clenched in Jordan’s jaw before he stood up so fast, it startled Danny into taking a step back. Jordan caught him with a hand at the nape of his neck, preventing him from retreating further.
“You will,” he growled before taking his mouth in a fierce kiss.
His moment of brazenness over, Danny melted against the hard strength of Jordan’s body. The kiss worked him up so good that he would have been absolutely fine with Jordan bending him over the table right then and there. But Jordan had something else in mind.
“Come with me.”
He placed his hand in Jordan’s, following along slightly behind as they left the dining room. They walked down the hallway, to the other side of the apartment, the carpeted runner muffling their steps. When they reached the bedroom, Jordan tugged him over to stand in front of a big, wing back chair.
“We didn’t finish our scene last night. How did that make you feel?”
After thinking about it, Danny answered with complete honesty. “Sad and... unsettled.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
Jordan pulled him in close with a loose grip on his hips. Danny drifted closer on his own, seeking the heat of the big body in front of him.
“How about we do that over, and tonight I’ll give you everything you want.” He smoothed his hands down to gently caress Danny’s ass. “You up for that? Can you take another spanking?”
Danny shifted. His butt had been warm for a few hours last night. But he hadn’t bruised and he didn’t have any pain today. Just a pleasant tingle that was more memory than actual sensation. “Yes, I can.”
“Good. Tonight, I’m going to spank you the way I really want to.” A slow, sensuous grin curled Jordan’s lips. “And you’re going to submit and take everything I give you.”
A shiver traced down Danny’s spine at the dark, huskily whispered promise. Whatever was about to happen, he wanted it more than he wanted his next breath.
Chapter Eleven
I
want you naked.”
Danny’s hands flew up to his shirt to take it off but Jordan stopped him.
“Let me.”
He unbuttoned Danny’s shirt slowly, pushing it open when all the buttons were undone. The curve of his collarbone caught Jordan’s eye. Danny was such a tiny thing, he had to bend down to press kisses to the smooth skin over that spot. He nipped a little love bite there, making Danny jump before he straightened back up.
“I’m going to spank you on your bare ass with my hand,” he said as he pushed the shirt off his arms, letting it drop to the floor. “Do you want that?”
“Yes,” Danny answered without hesitation.
Jordan thumbed open the button on his tight blue jeans. He pulled down the zipper, the metallic rasp loud in the quiet room. “What’s your safeword, sweetheart?”
“Exposure.”
The jeans dropped to the floor with his answer. Danny kicked out of them, leaving him in a snug black and blue jockstrap. The sight of it brought back that possessive thrill he’d felt when he’d seen Danny at the club dressed in black and blue. He fingered the black patent leather strap at Danny’s narrow waist. “My colors.”
Danny smiled, his dimples appearing in the curve of his cheeks. “I thought yo
u might like it.”
“I like it very much. In fact, I’m going to let you keep it on while I spank you.”
Jordan reached down and gripped Danny by the ass with both hands. He picked him up that way, kneading him gently as he carried him to the foot of the bed. Jordan dipped his head to press his lips to Danny’s, indulging in a long, slow kiss that had his sweet submissive squirming in his hold before he set him on his feet.
“Turn around. Hands flat on the bed.”
When Danny obeyed, Jordan ran a palm over one smooth cheek. “You have a gorgeous ass,” he said just before he spanked it. The sudden crack of his hand against skin was loud and satisfying yet still easy enough for a warm up. Danny gasped and Jordan’s palm tingled. He smiled. This was exactly what he needed. What they both needed.
He gave a few more light swats, warming Danny’s ass up. Then he switched to a caress while he checked in with his lover.
“Feeling good, sweetheart?”
Danny gave his answer in a slow, breathless drawl. “Yeah.”
Jordan chuckled softly. Danny was definitely feeling it. And it was time to take it to the next level.
His next swat landed with a little more emphasis. Danny jerked at the sting, rocking up on his toes, but he also moaned — loudly. Jordan continued with several more sharp swats, his palm cracking against each plump ass-cheek in turn. He watched, delighted at the way Danny’s ass jiggled each time his hand connected. But a spanking was more than just spanking.
He ran his short, blunt fingernails over Danny’s sensitized skin in back and forth sweeps, making him shiver. Then, without warning, he put a foot between Danny’s and kicked out, forcing him to open his legs wide. Jordan slipped a hand between those spread thighs to cup his balls. Danny gasped his name in surprise at the intimate touch.
“Jordan!”
“Are these full?” he asked in a husky whisper as he rolled the tight balls around in his palm.
“Yes.”
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