Bucking, he let out a feral howl.
“Don’t fucking scare me like that again, slave,” Drake barked before laving his tongue over the blistering bite.
Caught up in a cyclone of fire and silk, Trevor whimpered and nodded.
Drake’s fingers teased the hypersensitive rim of his ass while his incessant mouth busily nipped, bit, and licked Trevor’s buns. Swamped in sensation, he closed his eyes and drifted away, floating on that gossamer peace he once feared he’d never find again.
“Ah, ah, ah. Stay with me.” Drake slapped Trevor’s ass, pulling him back from the buoyant bliss. “I didn’t give you permission to sail away, did I?”
“No, Master,” he moaned. “I couldn’t help it. It’s been so long and I just…”
Drake nodded. “It’s been too fucking long. But you will follow my commands.
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered dreamily.
“Keep your legs where they are and your eyes on me while your delicate little fingers pluck and play with your nipples.”
“I will, Master.”
“Don’t you dare touch your cock or I’ll leave you hard and throbbing right here. You’ll spend the next week with your dick in a cock cage while I tease and torment the fuck out of you. Understood?”
A shudder of revulsion racked his body. The cock cage was a wicked, molded metal chastity device. It was shaped like a flaccid cock, and any arousal was met with unforgiving steel. Erections were impossible without excruciating pain. Trevor didn’t doubt for a second that Drake would make good on his threat. He’d clamped that bastard over Trevor’s cock once before and spent an hour licking his boiling balls. It was the worst afternoon of his life. Trevor didn’t want to relive that experience ever again.
“I won’t, Master. I swear.”
“Good boy,” Drake whispered with a sultry smile.
Trevor kept his eyes locked on his Master while the man scraped his teeth over his proffered ass cheeks. Keeping his legs in place, Trevor began to strum and pluck his own nipples.
“You look so fucking beautiful. Your skin’s all flushed a pretty shade of pink, but this little flower right here is prettiest of all.” Drake flicked his tongue over Trevor’s tightly crinkled flesh.
He jolted, nearly levitating off the mattress as silky aftershocks rippled through him.
Again, Drake touched his tongue there, circling the sensitive ring as a low growl of approval rumbled from deep in his chest. “So sweet. So luscious. So mine.”
Lust blazed in his eyes. His lips twitched before he plunged his entire mouth over the tiny puckered opening. And when Drake thrust his tongue in deep, Trevor forced himself to keep his eyes locked in place and not roll them back in his head. When the man wiggled his wicked tongue, Trevor’s long whimper morphed into a guttural groan.
His cock screamed. His balls churned. And god help him, he wanted to grip a fist around his throbbing shaft and shoot long, hot ropes of come all over his chest. Instead, he simply pinched his nipples, hoping to offset the mind-bending pleasure with pain.
Tongue fucking his ass with a vengeance, Drake watched intently as he tugged, pinched, and punished his nipples. Refusing to surrender to his body’s demands, Trevor struggled mightily to adhere to his Master’s orders. Seeing the unmitigated pride shimmering in Drake’s silver eyes made the need to please him paramount. Even when Drake dropped a hand to his own cock, fisting it furiously, Trevor remained steadfast and honored the man’s wishes.
With each slash of Drake’s sharp, skilled tongue, the surrounding nerve endings detonated in shocking explosions like firecrackers. Pre-come spilled from Trevor’s throbbing cock and pooled on his stomach. His shaft bobbed up and down desperately seeking a particle of friction to soothe his straining agony.
Unyielding, Drake lapped and plunged with long, steady strokes while Trevor’s keening whimpers reverberated in the air. Suddenly, Drake lifted his mouth and released his own cock before slapping a wet hand on Trevor’s ass. A rolling, blistering fire swirled with the fury of sexual yearning and slammed him hard.
“Please!” he screamed. His body quaked in demand.
“More,” Drake roared.
“Please, Master. Fuck me. Squeeze your beautiful, fat cock inside my ass and fuck me hard.”
“Again,” he demanded. His feral gaze held Trevor prisoner as Drake extended his tongue and rimmed the tingling opening. “Beg me again, my sexy cock slut.”
His whispered demand sent a blast of white-hot fire to lick up Trevor’s spine.
“Fuck me, Master. Cram your hot dick inside my tight ass so I can suckle and milk the come from your luscious balls.”
“Christ, I love you, boy,” Drake murmured.
A look of adoration swam in his eyes as he palmed the head of his cock. Gathering up more slippery liquid, he smeared his pre-come to lube around Trevor’s clutching opening. As Drake aligned the wide crest of his cock against his tiny ring, Trevor sucked in a ragged breath.
When Drake pressed his engorged head past the impossibly tight rim, Trevor gasped as the intense pressure continued to build. Drake pushed his bulbous crest in deeper. The scalding heat of his Master’s cock combined with the expanding burn of Trevor’s tissues stretching and widening rolled into a conflagration of white-hot fire. Inching in slowly, Drake’s massive girth pulled the delicate tissue thin and tight. As he fitted each plump inch in deeper and deeper, Trevor gave over, surrendering every particle of his being to Drake and the mind-blowing sensations he bestowed.
Once he was fully seated, a tight grimace sliced his lover’s lips. “You’re as fucking tight as a virgin.”
Sucking in a quivering hiss, Drake clenched his jaw. Trevor’s heart flipped over seeing the strain play out across his Master’s face. It was obvious that they’d both missed this enchanting savagery.
“Are you ready, my sweet dirty boy?”
Trevor croaked out a quivering grunt. It was all he could muster. He loved it when Drake called him his dirty boy. It fed some perverse fantasy. Flipped some inner deviant switch that never failed to catapult him to the stars. He knew when Drake finally allowed him to come, he’d use the exact same phrase.
Trevor couldn’t wait to hear those words again.
Slowly, Drake inched his cock back only to slide in deep again. Like sparklers, tiny explosions of lightning pinged outward from Trevor’s tightly stretched rim. He sucked in a wobbly hiss. His body sizzled and shook.
“I’ve been dying to feel you shudder for me, baby,” Drake whispered. “Soft. Hot. So fucking tight.”
Without warning, he yanked his cock out and plowed back in again, catching Trevor off guard. Trevor squeezed his eyes shut, and clutched the covers in his fists.
“Look at me!”
Drake’s bellow had Trevor’s eyes flashing open wide. As he focused on his Master once more, savage demand gleamed in his sexy silver eyes. Like a beacon cutting through heavy fog, his carnal gaze called Trevor from the darkness and into the blinding light of love.
As Drake drove in and out of his fragile flesh, Trevor felt the layers of protection and shame he’d been hiding behind crumble to dust. He was finally free.
As Drake increased his volatile tempo, his thighs bunched and flexed against the backs of Trevor’s legs. Pain slashed and pleasure surged in a blinding light that shattered all traces of the darkness he’d been stuck in. Filling all those empty places with unconditional love.
As they chased pleasure, Trevor met each powerful thrust, while their grunts and moans swelled in a masculine, animalistic crescendo.
Need built.
Demand throbbed.
Trevor’s cock drizzled a steady stream of slickness onto his belly while the skin stretched and swelled to the point of pain.
Waves of ecstasy swallowed him whole. Dragged him under and tossed him like a tempest in a whirlpool of splendor. Lava shot down his spine, singed his balls. For the first time ever, Trevor feared he might come without even a caress. Clenching his jaw, he f
ought to keep the blows of bliss from crashing through in ecstasy.
“Please, Daddy. God. I-I can’t…Oh, Master. Fill me!”
His screams of panic-laced oblivion were drowned out as Drake’s thundering cry raked over his flesh. He erupted deep inside Trevor’s ass. As his Master’s seed sprayed his clutching tunnel, Trevor bit his lip while his own cock surged as if possessed. The copper taste of blood lay on his tongue as Drake lifted him onto his thighs, still jettisoning ropes of come inside his dark hole. His Master wrapped a thick hand around Trevor’s excruciating erection, and he nearly exploded then and there.
With the first stroke of his Master’s fist, release screamed through his veins. He was going to shatter, and no amount of denial would stop it. Gripping Drake’s back, he scored his nails into hot flesh, raking his skin with caustic gouges. Drake hissed and sank his teeth into Trevor’s throat.
His Master’s fist manically moved up and down in a vice-like grip. Trevor was seconds from exploding, yet Drake continued to summon the come to the point of pain.
Gasps of pleasure burned the back of his throat. “Help me,” he wailed.
“Yes. Daddy’s going to help you, sweet slut,” Drake panted. “Come for me. Come hard, my dirty boy.”
Trevor’s balls drew tight and hard, like granite. The first spasm hit him in a rush of fire and ice. He stared into Drake’s loving eyes. Tears blurred Trevor’s vision. He screamed out his Master’s name as his seed jettisoned like a geyser. Spewing, he sent pulsating bursts into the air between them. Darkness fringed his vision, and as his heart drummed against his ribs, he gasped and screamed again.
When Drake had milked him dry, he dropped his head on the man’s shoulder and pressed his lips to his sweat-soaked skin. Drake slid a sturdy arm around him and pulled Trevor tight against his chest before burying his face in the crook of his neck. Surrounded in the splendor of his bulky heat, Trevor felt reborn. His demons had been vanquished, exorcised, and cast back to hell.
“God, I love you, Master,” Trevor softly sobbed in elation.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Drake clutched Trevor to his chest, struggling to catch his breath and tamp down the rush of emotions overwhelming him. Especially the daunting level of hope that had surged to the surface. He couldn’t allow himself to fixate that the magic they’d just shared could annihilate Trevor’s problems. He might have silenced them, but only temporarily. Still, this was the closet he’d come to reclaiming his boy, and it felt fucking phenomenal.
“Thank you, Daddy. That was…”
A bittersweet smile tugged his lips. “Incredible? Yes. It was, sweetheart.”
Easing back, he stared into Trevor’s flushed face. Contentment and peace were etched like gold over his features, making Drake’s heart skip a beat. Lifting his head, Trevor placed a soft kiss on his lips. Drake’s cock, still buried deep inside his boy’s ass, stirred, and Trevor sucked in a gasp.
“Again?” A spark of excitement danced in his blue eyes.
“Greedy little slut,” Drake laughed. “No. We need to clean up and join the others.”
Trevor’s face fell. “I don’t want to go back out there. I just want to go home.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“The hell I don’t. You saw what happened. They’re going to think I’ve lost my damn mind.”
“While you’ve already apologized, I think Sanna deserves an explanation. Don’t you?”
Trevor hung his head and nodded. “What do I say? I don’t even understand why I lost it earlier.”
“Tell her the truth. Triggers don’t have rationale. They just are. Anyone in this lifestyle who doesn’t know that is either lucky or stupid. Don’t stress yourself out. I’ll be right beside you.”
Drake sent him a reassuring smile. As he lifted his boy off his still-rigid shaft, Trevor sucked in a hiss and Drake groaned at the separation. The slick come that had been meshed between them turned sticky and cold, as it met the cool air in the room. Drake shivered as if the chill was a precursor to the cold, hard work that still lay ahead.
“Come on. We’ll discuss it more in the shower.”
But of course they didn’t talk about anything—their mouths were too busy feeding on one another while their soapy hands explored sinfully welcoming crevices and swollen hungry erections. After another round of animalistic, rough, spine-melting sex, Drake gently patted his boy with a soft, fluffy towel. He smiled with Dominant satisfaction and pride at the numerous teeth marks marring Trevor’s chest. It had been far too long since his boy had worn Drake’s marks.
When they’d finished dressing and started to leave the room, Trevor hesitated and shot him a pleading stare. Drake bit back a curse knowing the bubble of perfection they’d shared was about to burst. Dragging his nervous sub to his chest, Drake kissed him hard, trying to infuse a sense of power. But Trevor simply trembled in his arms.
“This is our family. Trust in them. And I’m your Master; you will trust in me.”
The terrified boy sent him a resolute nod. “Yes, Sir.”
Back inside the dungeon, all eyes turned their way. Tony eased from his barstool and made his way over to the two.
“Feeling a bit better now?” Tony flashed a knowing grin.
“Much. Better than good, I feel fagtastic.” Trevor giggled.
Drake let out a laugh as he drank in that just-fucked glow still illuminating his slave’s skin.
“I’m happy for you two, but I still want to see you tomorrow, Trev.” Tony continued to smile.
As the shrink turned and walked away, Savannah timidly approached. Beside him, Drake felt his lover’s body tense. He wrapped his arm around Trevor’s waist and gave him a supportive squeeze.
“I’m sorry I went overboard with you this morning.” Savannah’s expression was filled with remorse.
“Oh, sister,” Trevor moaned. “You didn’t go overboard. I’m the one who messed up. I couldn’t stop from sliding into that dark place. I’m sorry I attacked and scared you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Pffft.” She brushed his apology aside, then flashed him a mischievous grin. “You didn’t hurt me, Trev. You can’t. Trust me. If I felt threatened for one second, I would have kicked your ass like I did my Masters’, remember?”
Drake watched as Trevor choked back a sob and sent her a watery nod. “Oh, I remember, all right.”
Sanna peeked over her shoulder and flashed both Dylan and Nick an innocent smile. “But we won’t talk about that here. They’re still a bit embarrassed that I can take their big bad Dom butts down.”
“But at least you can protect yourself.”
“You’ll be able to, as well. Once I’m finished with you.” Sanna wrapped Trevor in a tight hug. “You’re going to be fine, sweet brother. You’ve got all of us pulling for you. Don’t forget that.”
As the submissive meeting ended, Doms and subs departed. Drake stayed by Trevor’s side wanting to be his bastion of courage. When the last remaining couple headed out the back door, Julianna handed a sleepy Tristan over to Mika’s arms.
She sent a look of trepidation Trevor’s way. “Are we okay?”
His shoulders slumped as he peeled from Drake’s hold, then wrapped his best friend in a tight hug. “We’re always okay, Julianna. I’m sorry I was such a prick in the car.”
“No. Don’t you dare apologize for anything. I love you and it kills me to see you struggling. I want to go find those bas—”
“Pet,” Mika warned.
“Bad men,” Julianna spat. “And do more than tat—”
She stopped in midsentence. Drake’s eyes grew wide as a rush of panic exploded in his veins. Julianna immediately slapped a hand over her mouth as her face turned red.
“Do more than…what? What were you going to say? Finish your sentence,” Trevor demanded.
Julianna shot Drake an apologetic expression and mumbled a curse word under her breath.
He could feel Trevor’s eyes boring into the s
ide of his skull. Drake merely closed his eyes and exhaled a deep breath.
“Tell me what you did, Daddy.”
“I didn’t do a damn thing,” Drake bit out. And that was the biggest bitch of all. He hadn’t avenged Trevor’s assailants. At least not personally.
“Why don’t we head to the house and put this little guy down for a nap, then have some lunch. What do you say?” Mika intervened.
He looked pointedly unhappy with Julianna, whose face had gone from red to bright crimson. Guilt flickered in her green eyes as she nervously nibbled on her bottom lip.
“I’ll eventually find out whatever secret you three are keeping from me. So you might as well spill your guts now.”
Drake sent his boy a warning glare. “We’ll talk about it at the house.”
“Fine,” Trevor snapped, then turned and stormed toward the back door.
Tossing back his head, Drake stared at the ceiling and sent up a prayer for patience. He then turned and headed down the long hall. As he passed Tony’s room, Drake’s heart all but shattered. He clenched his jaw trying to block out the incredible memories still lingering in his mind. It didn’t work.
The drive to Mika and Julianna’s was quiet, tense, and uncomfortable. Drake could feel the questions that lay poised on the tip of Trevor’s tongue. He wanted to whip Julianna’s ass for nearly spilling what had happened to the frat boys. Drake had never mentioned a word of it to Trevor. He’d known when he’d conjured the plan for Frank to permanently mark the assholes that Trevor needed to be told—when he was emotionally stable enough to handle it, but it wasn’t going to be today.
“What did you do to them, Daddy?” Trevor asked softly, as if afraid to hear the answer.
“If you’re asking if I hurt them, the answer is no. I didn’t touch them. I wish to hell I had. I was too focused on your recovery. But if I could have gotten my hands on them, their bodies would still be missing.”
His half-truth put Trevor’s questions to rest. Or so he’d thought…
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