In other words, he was going to keep an eye on the two men at the security console.
“I want to see Trevor in my office tomorrow afternoon,” Tony announced.
Drake bit back a roar of frustration and simply nodded.
He waited until the door had closed before sinking to the mattress with Trevor in his arms. Brushing the hair from his face, Drake rocked his lover while whispering soft, encouraging words. After several long gut-wrenching minutes, Trevor began to settle until the only sound between them was his small, sporadic hiccups.
“It kills me to see you fall apart like this, baby,” Drake softly murmured.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t mean to cause you more—”
“That’s not what I mean, boy. I mean, I miss hearing your laughter, seeing your wicked little smile, and drinking in the light that always surrounded you.”
“I miss those things, too. But mostly I just miss you,” Trevor admitted.
Drake frowned. “What do you mean? I’m with you all the time.”
“Physically, yes. But ever since the beating, you haven’t been yourself any more than I’ve been myself.”
No. He hadn’t. He’d been a robot. A shell packed full of rage, pain, and regret that he couldn’t vent. “What do you need me to do for you, sweetheart?”
“Love me.”
Trevor’s whisper clamored through Drake’s head like a gong.
“I do love you, boy. More than anything in the whole damn world. I-I feel…”
“Helpless.” Trevor supplied. “I know. I do, too. But both of us lost and floundering hurts more than anything those bastards did to me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that…say something before now?”
“How could I? You’ve gone above and beyond to help me get better. You’re so damn patient and understanding. I couldn’t ask for more when you’re already giving me so much.” His voice softened even further. “I didn’t want to disappoint you more than I already have.”
He turned, rolling Trevor off his lap and onto the mattress. Repositioning himself above him, Drake straddled his boy. With his hands supporting the weight of his body, he stared into those ocean-blue eyes that stole his breath. “You’ve never disappointed me, love.”
Inching lower, Drake brushed his lips to Trevor’s. “Tell me how to make you happy again.”
“Make love to me, Daddy…the way you used to. Take me hard and dirty. I miss the way we were…miss hearing you growl and groan. Miss your hands in my hair, around my cock, and slapping my ass.”
“You want pain?” Drake could hardly believe what Trevor was asking him for.
“I don’t know. I just know that you’re the only one I want to make me feel alive again.”
As Trevor begged in that sweet submissive voice that always drove him over the edge, Drake dragged in a ragged breath. Maybe he’d been avoiding the solution all along. Maybe Trevor did need his uncompromising and ruthless command.
With a feral growl, Drake laid siege to his lover’s mouth. Waves of heat seared his flesh, and he couldn’t contain the raging need exploding inside him. Trailing his lips, tongue, and teeth in a path along Trevor’s jaw, Drake paid special attention to the sensitive spot beneath his sub’s ear. As his boy writhed and whimpered, Drake slid one hand to the small of Trevor’s back, lifting thin hips to mesh against his own. He wanted his boy to feel every inch of arousal he easily stirred. Trevor issued a soft sigh as he slung his arms around Drake’s wide shoulders and cupped his nape with straining fingers. Tingles raced down Drake’s spine. As if he’d poured gasoline on a bonfire, need and lust enveloped his entire body.
With a feral roar, he sat up and ripped the thin T-shirt from Trevor’s body. Watching with wide eyes, Drake couldn’t miss the flicker of excitement in his sparkling blue pools.
“Is this what you want, my love?” Drake asked in a rough and raspy voice.
“Yes,” Trevor whispered as if his speaking the word too loudly might break the spell.
As he handed over his precious control, a sense of rightness consumed Drake. He’d been searching for this place of strength and command for an eternity. And now that he’d found it once more, the need to conquer and claim his boy was raw and visceral.
Gripping the hem of his own shirt, Drake dragged it off over his head and tossed it to the floor. He stared down at Trevor’s nipples—rosy pink, erect, and enticing. Dipping his head, he captured first one, then the other, laving, nibbling, and sucking. Marveling at the feel of each peak beading up tighter on his tongue, Drake felt his lover’s cock lengthen and harden against his own ready erection.
The teeth of his zipper rubbed him raw, and Drake bit back a curse. His head had been a jumbled mess of worries. He feared he’d accidently trip one of the landmines inside Trevor’s psyche. Stripping off his clothes was the last thing on his mind.
Inching forward, he ground his pulsating cock up Trevor’s stomach, teasing and tormenting his boy’s raging hard-on, as well as his own. Claiming those soft, sweet lips once more, Drake reached down and started plucking, pinching, and twisting Trevor’s nipples. His whimpers and moans of delight floated over Drake’s tongue, making his blood pump hotter and faster.
Cupping the hot denim, he clutched a tight fist around his boy’s cock and growled as he swallowed Trevor’s cry of pleasure-mixed pain. Enraptured by the sublime and familiar power struggle…the glorious tug of war, the flux of dominance and submission—after such a long hiatus—had Drake feeling virile and alive once again.
“Christ, I love you,” he growled.
“I love you, too, Daddy. I love you so much.” Trevor’s voice quivered.
Drake snapped his head up. He intently studied those revealing blue eyes. There was no sign of the fear that once haunted them. For the first time in months, he saw pure and vibrant love reflecting back at him. A lump of emotion clogged the back of his throat, but Drake forced it down. He hadn’t expected this overwhelming onslaught of emotions to converge on him like this, but they had. Drake needed to get himself under control if he stood a chance to save Trevor and start rebuilding their life.
But he fucking wanted it now!
With an impatient growl, Drake took possession of his lover’s mouth with a spine-bending kiss.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Since falling into the dark and unforgiving pit, Trevor hadn’t been able to find a way out of the bleak isolation, until now. For the first time in months, he saw a sliver of hope. Determined to keep the light from being extinguished, he closed his eyes and drank in the security of Drake’s hot, rugged body. Savored the feel of the man’s massive, muscular chest pressed against his own. Basked in the power of those strong ink-colored arms as they clutched him tight.
Feelings he thought were long gone resurfaced with such force Trevor couldn’t focus on anything but the love and blood-boiling sensations Drake bestowed.
The man’s lips, hands, and fingers left a scorching trail of arousal everywhere they touched him. And oh, how Trevor longed for his Master to touch him everywhere. When Drake flicked his tongue at the hollow of Trevor’s throat, he couldn’t help but whimper.
“What do you want?” Drake asked in a ragged voice.
“You. Take me to the heavens with you, Daddy. Drag me away from this place of dark memories. I want to remember the beauty we’ve always shared. Remember what life and love feel like again.”
“Oh, sweet boy.” Drake’s voice cracked. “I’ll chase all your ugly demons away.”
The tension bled from his body as Drake rose and stripped off Trevor’s jeans. His weeping, ready cock jutted toward the ceiling, like a proud, sturdy flagpole. A thrilling tremor rippled through him as Drake’s stare raked his skin. He’d missed that intense look. The one that said he was the most exciting, beautiful, and loved man on the planet.
Then an alarming sadness flickered in his gray eyes. “You’ve already suffered enough. I’m scared to hurt you again.”
His heart melted. Drake ha
d spent months shoving his own needs aside to give Trevor what he thought he needed. His Master had tried everything to keep him from disintegrating further. Trevor felt as if a switch had been flipped. He could clearly see that by walling himself off and struggling to put the anguish behind him, he’d shut down. Closed off the open and honest communication their whole relationship had been based on. He might not be able to come to terms with the beating, but he was bound and determined to mend this gaping chasm between them.
“Don’t be afraid, Master. You’d never hurt me. Touch me with your mighty hands. Don’t hold back. I need everything you ache to give.”
Drake clenched his jaw. Trevor could see…palpably feel the indecision warring inside him. As he cupped Drake’s cheeks, the man’s flesh was warm, his dark scruff coarse. Tingles skittered over Trevor’s palms as he gazed into the face of the man who owned his heart and soul.
“I love that you want to take away my ghosts and make it better for me, Daddy. And while I may not show it enough, I cherish the way you’ve stood by me through the darkness. You make me feel safe and protected when I’m with you, always. I now see that Tony was right. If I hide behind my walls and only come out to cling to you for strength, like some weak, spineless victim, then those motherfuckers win. I have to prove to myself that I’m stronger and braver than they are. Your love will help me find a way to do that.”
“We’ll find the way together,” Drake assured in a whisper, then his voice grew strong and firm. “But you have to keep talking to me. Tell me what you’re feeling. No more hiding in the shower to cry. No more biting my head off when you feel overwhelmed. Is that clear?”
His unyielding Dominant tone sent a chill speeding up Trevor’s spine. “Yes, Sir. I’ll tell you everything from here on out.”
The air around them suddenly felt lighter, cleaner. As if some heavy veil had been lifted, and Trevor felt as if a dank and oily film had been rinsed from his pores.
“I think we’re finally getting somewhere, sweet slut.” Hope laced Drake’s voice. Bending over Trevor once more, he gripped the back of his neck and hauled him upright. “Open your mouth to me, slave.”
A ravenous blast shot through Trevor like lightning leaving a humming current it its wake. Eagerly parting his lips, he welcomed the beastly thrust of Drake’s tongue. Basked in each velvet stroke that licked up his spine. As they rediscovered every valley and crevice, the kiss grew raw and urgent. Passion and demand surged, growing to a pinnacle of urgency.
With a snarl, Drake grudgingly pulled away. Silently, he leapt off the bed and ripped off his jeans. Gazing at the sight of all that naked perfection, Trevor’s heart skipped.
Promise warmed him to the bone.
Shivers of demand slashed.
Need whipped.
And as he stared at Drake’s fat, thick erection, he felt an insatiable ache to wrap his hands and curl his tongue around every hard, pulsating inch.
Drake prowled onto the bed like a ravenous animal stalking its prey.
Everything about the man sent Trevor’s senses reeling. There were times when Drake’s touch was so reverent and tender Trevor wanted to cry. Then others, like now, when the man’s demeanor was so forceful and demanding he could do nothing more than surrender.
“Take me, Daddy. Use me…please,” he begged in a soft, pleading whisper.
“Son of a bitch,” Drake hissed. “You always shatter me, sweet slut. Fuck!”
His confession filled Trevor with a sense of empowerment. Demand slid through his veins and gathered in his balls. His cock jerked and pre-come drizzled down his throbbing shaft like warm honey.
Drake seized his golden hair, fisting it to the point of pain before slamming his lips over Trevor’s. He could taste Drake’s savage hunger, and the heat pouring off his naked body nearly burnt Trevor alive. He could smell the sweet masculine musk of their combined arousal as it swirled in the air, making him grow impossibly harder and thicker. And like the masochist he was, Trevor inhaled Drake’s spicy scent as his cock thundered in need.
Famished to feel his bare flesh beneath his hands, Trevor skimmed his palms up and down Drake’s back. His fingers tingled while they feasted on each other as if they’d been apart a lifetime. And with each sweep of tongues, Trevor felt them making up for the silent, stilted, heartbreaking months that the unwelcome canyon that had come between them.
The air crackled with anticipation and pulsed with promise as Drake nibbled and nipped at Trevor’s lips. Tearing from his mouth, his Master trailed hot, wet kisses down his restless, writhing body.
Pausing at his weeping crest, Drake’s sweltering breath fluttered raggedly over him. As if unable to resist another second, he swirled his tongue over the tip, capturing the glossy, slick offering. Trevor’s body jerked. The familiar texture of his Master’s tongue sent a carnal cry to burst from his lips.
With a gratified grunt, Drake pressed his flat tongue along the shaft, licking up and down from the tip of Trevor’s cock to the base of his hairless stalk. Inching lower still, Drake wrapped a beefy fist around his shaft, pumping up and down as he lashed his wicked tongue over Trevor’s tightly drawn sac.
“Oh, god. Yes. Yes,” he wailed beneath the mind-bending sensation.
Drawing the sensitive flesh of one testicle between his teeth, Drake bit down. “Who am I, boy?”
“Master,” he screamed as the blinding pain engulfed his senses.
Jerking his cock fast and hard, Drake helped him ride the arc of agony spreading out from his balls. Seized by the sweet surge of pleasure and pain, Trevor’s body quivered. He couldn’t keep from thrusting his hips, meeting each pump to savor the friction of his lover’s calloused hand.
“Don’t come, my slut,” Drake warned. “I’m just getting started.”
“I won’t. I won’t,” he panted. “Thank you, Master. Oh, god… Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. You haven’t begun to suffer for me, yet.”
The menace in his tone would have frightened most men, but not Trevor. It was a vow—a promise of all the stunningly nasty, spine-melting things to come.
Drake unmercifully scored Trevor’s balls with his tongue before giving his cock a brutal squeeze. Releasing his shaft, Drake licked the dew from the head once more as sparks of impatience danced through Trevor.
He wanted to beg for more but knew better. Drake loved to toy with and tease him, drive him to the brink of madness before launching him to the stars. Or course, Trevor loved it, too.
The wicked slap of wet fingers over the head of his cock jerked him from bliss. He sucked in a hiss as a fiery burn enveloped his shaft.
“Whose cock is this, boy?” Drake’s fingers were poised over the head, ready to spank him again.
“Yours, Master.”
“Yes. It is.” Leaning forward, the man roughly shoved two fingers inside Trevor’s mouth. “So is this, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.”
His heart thundered in his chest as Drake dragged his digits inside of his mouth, coating his fingers with Trevor’s saliva. He knew exactly where those fat, long fingers were going next. Spreading his legs wider, he tilted his hips upward, willingly offering his tight ring.
“Such a good boy.”
The look of pride that glowed on his face and Drake’s buttery praise melted him to the core. And as a kitten-soft purr rolled off his tongue, Drake slapped the crest of his cock once again. A cry tore from the back of his throat as a slash of pain sailed up his spine.
The missing pieces of his soul joined as one and swaddled him in a blanket of total serenity.
“What should I do with this big, angry cock, boy?”
“Anything…everything, Master.”
A slow, evil smile curled the corners of Drake’s mouth. “I’m going to make your dick so hard you’ll think you’ve split the skin, my beautiful slave.”
A sinful thrill floated through him. Anticipation built in achingly restless layers before Drake gripped both thighs and shoved T
revor’s knees toward his chest. As Trevor clutched the backs of his legs, as he’d been trained, his Master unceremoniously shoved his slickened fingers deep inside his ass. Trevor let out a keening cry as his muscles involuntarily tried to expel the wicked invasion. But Drake simply drove deeper as Trevor worked on relaxing and savoring the burn enveloping his tender tissues.
“And this sweet little cock hole? Who does this belong to, my love?”
“You, Master. All of me belongs to you,” he gasped out with lustful pride.
“You’re fucking right about that!” Drake thundered. “You’re going to beg for me, sweet boy. Beg and cry and beg some more. And then you’re going to scream my name when and if I decide to let you come. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” He nodded hastily.
When Drake wiggled his embedded fingers, Trevor issued a guttural groan of delight. Goose bumps broke out and expanded over his arms and legs as a tremor quaked through him. Pulling slightly from his ass, Drake spit on his fingers before driving them deep again. Trevor’s eyes rolled back in his head. Bolts of electricity zinged and zipped through his veins while his muscles clutched and sucked at Drake’s fingers.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Milk my fingers like you do my cock, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot and silky and soft. I can’t wait to bury myself balls deep inside your tight ass.”
“Yes. Please, Master. Yes.”
A humorless chuckle rolled off Drake’s tongue. His beautiful, ruthless Master had returned. Trevor’s heart soared. Tears filled his eyes.
The second he saw a drop slide down his cheek, Drake yanked his fingers free. “Fuck!”
“No,” he cried.
Confusion marred his Master’s face.
“Please don’t stop. God. You can’t stop now, Daddy. I need this more than I need air, food, or water.”
“But you’re crying. I-I don’t—”
“Happy tears for once, Master. You’ve made me whole again…or did for a minute. I didn’t mean to ruin this for us.”
Understanding flashed across his gray eyes. Drake clenched his jaw. He inhaled deeply as if centering himself. Without another word, he bent and ruthlessly sank his teeth into Trevor’s ass cheek.
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