Yes! Oh, please, fucking yes! “Only if that’s what you want, Sir.”
Jake’s laughter was a sexy low rumble. “You learn fast. Damn, your cock is so fucking beautiful. Makes me want to lick and suck it. Would you like that, Nicky-boy? Do you want me to suck you even though I won’t let you cum?”
“Fuck!”
The hand stopped its mesmerizing ministrations. “I’m not sure if that was a yes or a no.” The leather squeaked again, seconds before Jake’s wet tongue rasped up Nick’s length, causing him to groan loudly while his abs and thighs trembled in anticipation of more. “Is that what you want, baby?”
Teetering on the brink of insanity, he couldn’t take it anymore. His need for what Jake offered was overriding every thought and want in his body. “Yes,” he gasped. “Fucking, yes. Please, Sir. Lick me. Suck me. Do whatever you fucking want to me.”
“If you insist.”
Jake’s mouth closed around Nick’s shaft and he almost wept at the sensations assailing him. Moist heat surrounded him and his head fell back. This was the first time Jake had blown him and it was better than anything he could’ve imagined. Silky hair tickled Nick’s chest as the stubble on Jake’s chin rasped against his lower abdomen. The Dom’s tongue swirled. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard. Teeth dragged along the length, just enough to send shivers throughout Nick’s body. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Please let me cum!
Growls and heavy breaths burst from Nick’s mouth and nose. Involuntarily, he yanked on the restraints holding his hands in place to no avail. He tensed as one of Jake’s hands cupped and rolled his balls, while the other hand snaked around to tap on the plug still sitting in his ass. A tingling took up residence in his lower spine and his balls drew up tight. “Arrrggghhhhhh! F-fuck! Please, Sir. I…I can’t hold back…I need…Oh, fucking-A, Jake. Please!”
With a pop and one last swipe of his tongue, Jake released the cock from his mouth. “Not yet, Junior. You have to get me off first. Then I’ll let you cum.” Panting hard, Nick barely heard Jake move back to the couch and push down his sweatpants. “Crawl forward, babe. Bend over and suck my cock. The faster you make me cum, the faster you’ll get your own relief.”
Jake’s hand guided Nick’s mouth down onto his cock. Hard velvet met his tongue, and with earnest, he sucked and licked every long inch of it. Jake’s moans and murmurs of encouragement spurred him on. Taking the tip to the back of his throat, he swallowed hard, earning him a gasp of pleasure from his Dom’s lips. He did it again…and again…and it wasn’t long before the hand in his hair tightened its grip, lighting up the nerves of his scalp and sending shivers down his spine.”
“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Faster. I’m almost there. Swallow it…all of it.”
A loud roar filled the room. Cum shot into Nick’s mouth and he greedily swallowed every salty drop until there was nothing left. After licking Jake clean, he sat back on his haunches and did the same to his lips.
“You do that very well, Nicky-boy. Very well.” Jake’s breathing was heavy and his words were hoarse.
The blindfold was removed from Nick’s eyes and he blinked until his vision cleared. Jake tucked himself back into his sweatpants before standing and circling around him. He made quick work of the leather restraints and then pulled the plug from Nick’s ass, causing him to groan. Unfortunately, the burning sensation was still there.
Jake’s hands went to Nick’s shoulders and he massaged them for a minute. “How’s that feel?”
“Great, but I think I’d rather your hands were somewhere else.”
An evil chuckle reverberated from Jake’s throat. “Well, Nicky-boy. That’s not going to happen.” He came back around and sat on the couch again as Nick’s eyes narrowed. “You see, this is the last of your punishment. I never said I was going to get you off. You’ll have to take care of that yourself. Right here and now. While I watch.”
What? Jake had to be kidding him. But one look at the man’s expression and Nick knew it was no joke. Fucking fine. He was so fucking hard and ready, he didn’t care how he got off at this moment, just that he did. He was already on the edge and it wouldn’t take much to fall. Grasping his cock, he tightened his fist and pumped furiously, never taking his eyes off Jake’s, which flared with heat—heat that shot straight to Nick’s groin. Harder. Faster. Almost there. Going to explode. Smirking, Jake slowly and purposely licked his lips and…fuck…that was all Nick needed to see to send him into orbit. He shot his load into his hand and on his chiseled abs. The hot cum searing his skin as he bellowed and cursed at the relief coursing through his body. Sexual release had never lasted so long and felt so fucking good. Gasping for air, he brought his gaze back to Jake’s, and it was where he saw amusement…and respect?
“You did good, Nick. You took your first punishment better than any new sub I’ve known. Most would have begged long before you did.” Jake held out his hand and Nick grasped it with his non-sticky one, letting the Dom pull him to his feet. “Lay down while I get a towel to clean you up. Then I’ll get your dinner ready. We can relax on the couch together and watch the rest of the game.”
Nick flopped on the sofa in an exhausted heap, looking forward to cuddling with Jake. His Master. His love. Shit, he hoped the feeling was mutual someday soon.
* * *
Nick rolled over, reaching for Jake, and found nothing but cool sheets and an empty pillow. Lifting his head, he heard movement coming from the bathroom seconds before the shower turned on. The digital clock sitting on the dresser read oh-six-hundred and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. As much as he wanted to roll back over and catch a few more winks, the chance to shower with his lover was something he wanted more.
While spooning behind Nick on the couch last night after the game had changed over to the late news, Jake had shoved Nick’s boxer-briefs down off his hips. It was the only clothing he’d been permitted to put back on—not that he minded. After retrieving a tube of lubricant and a condom from the end table drawer, the Dom had quickly prepped Nick’s asshole and entered him without changing their position, still dressed in his sweatpants and T-shirt. While the prep had been fast, the fucking hadn’t been. Instead, it’d been slow and sensual, and hotter than anything Nick had ever experienced with any lover. All Nick had been allowed to do was reach back and wrap his arms around Jake’s neck. However, Jake’s hands had been everywhere while he nuzzled Nick’s ears, neck, and shoulders with his lips and tongue. As he slowly thrust his hard shaft in and out of the tight passage, Jake had explored every reachable inch of Nick’s body before pinching and pulling on his nipples. He then used the same rhythm of his pelvis to pump Nick’s throbbing cock with his hand. They’d come within seconds of each other, groaning with their individual satisfied releases. After recovering, Jake had wordlessly stood, taken Nick’s hand and led him to the bathroom, where they’d cleaned up before falling asleep in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Flipping the covers off, Nick pushed his bare ass off the bed and stumbled toward the bathroom while stepping over his discarded clothes from the night before. The door wasn’t completely shut, so only a small shove widened the opening. Grinning, he strode into the steam-filled room and saw Jake stepping into the shower stall with his back facing the younger man. Disbelief and anger flooded Nick as he stared in shock. What the…?
It took him a second to recover and find his voice. “What the fuck, Jake?” The man spun his naked body around. It probably wasn’t a move to confront Nick, but more likely to hide the scarring up and down his back. His beautiful lover was damaged in more ways than one, but it wasn’t only the physical scars that bothered Nick—it was the emotional ones as well. The ones he found in those haunted green eyes. How had he not seen this before? Because he’s been hiding it from you, asshole…among other things. Now, it made sense why Jake had slept in his T-shirt and briefs last night. And when they’d showered in the hotel two months ago, Jake had distracted him when Nick had wanted to soap him all over. Somehow
he’d never seen Jake’s bare back until now. He stepped toward him, trying to get another look at the marred flesh. “Is that from a fucking whip?”
Jake sighed heavily and rotated his upper body, denying Nick a repeat showing. But he wouldn’t let up, grabbing Jake’s arm trying to turn him around, until the Dom shoved him away—not hard, but enough to say he meant business. “No, it’s not. And I don’t want to get into it.”
“Uh-uh. Not fucking happening. You’re not fucking pushing me away again. You want my submission?” He pointed to himself with his thumb. “Well, what about what I want, Jake? What about what I fucking need?”
His jaw clenching, the Dom narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, standing there in all his naked, and angry, glory. But Nick wasn’t backing down…not this fucking time.
“I get it…I get that I want your dominance…and that I enjoy it more than anything I’ve ever fucking known.” He couldn’t hide the desperation in his voice. “But I want more, Jake. For the first time in my life, I fucking need more.” He reached up and tapped the other man’s temple with his finger, not entirely surprised when he didn’t even flinch. “I need what’s in here…” His hand dropped to the hard, muscular flesh covering Jake’s heart. “And what’s in here. Why can’t you give that to me? Huh? Why is it so God-damn fucking difficult for you to open up and trust me with whatever you’re hiding?”
For a long moment, the only sound was the flow of water from the showerhead as it pelted the tile floor of the stall. Nick didn’t think he was going to get an answer to his questions…again. But then in a huff, Jake did an about-face and spit his words out in disgust. “Fine! You want to fucking stare at them? To know what they’re from? It’s from my fucking father’s belt. My senior year of high school. Somehow he found out and decided to beat the faggot out of me. End of the fucking story…” The venom in his voice turned to pained exasperation, as his head hung forward. “Let it go, Junior…I did a long time ago.”
Nick gaped at the remains of deep wounds inflicted years before on the otherwise perfectly sculpted back. How could a man do this to his son? There were almost a dozen of them, where the belt’s buckle had gouged into the flesh, leaving curved white scars in its wake. His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the shower. “No, you didn’t, Jake. If you had…you wouldn’t be hiding your scars…you wouldn’t be refusing to talk about it…and you wouldn’t be pushing me away.” Disappointed more than anything, he turned around and stormed out of the room.
CHAPTER 17
While he was seething on the inside, Oliver Wagner’s outward demeanor had the appropriate amount of shock, disbelief, and overall grief. The two detectives from Colorado and one from Tampa had just informed him that his missing wife, who had been presumed dead, had in fact been alive up until two days ago. According to them, she’d been murdered, wrapped in a rug, and tossed into a river where she was discovered by two fucking fishermen. Damn it to hell. If Craig Allen didn’t kill those two fucking idiots Oliver hired, he would do it himself. They were supposed to make sure the body could never be found or identified. And not only had the jackasses not followed orders, but the police had been able to ID Carrie by her fingerprints within hours after she was discovered floating down the river.
“I know this is shocking news, Mr. Wagner, but we need to ask you some questions about your wife and daughter.” The taller guy from Colorado, Detective Paul Shu, seemed to be running the show as he sat in one of the guest chairs in front of the desk, one leg crossed over the other, with a flip-pad and pen in hand. The others eyed every inch of Oliver’s home office from their standing posts on opposite sides of the room. He recognized the Tampa cop from last year—the guy had been in on the initial search for his bitch of a wife and cunt daughter.
“Certainly, Detective. Clearly, I want this mystery solved as much as you do. I just don’t know how much help I can be. I haven’t seen either of them in a year.” Good. Keep the astonishment and confusion in your voice, but be cooperative. Get ready to tear up if needed.
“I’ve read the missing person report you filed on Carrie and Alyssa, as well as the file on Tampa P.D.’s investigation, but I’d like to start at the beginning and hear it again from you. Sometimes a person remembers things the longer they’ve been removed from the situation. Tell me what you can recall from the day your daughter disappeared. I understand she went missing eighteen days before your wife did.”
Oliver cleared his throat. “Yes. Yes, she did. Alyssa had always been a wild child. Adventurous, pushing the limits, trying new things without thinking of the consequences.”
“Such as?”
Feign embarrassment. “Well, I hate to admit it, Detective, but my daughter was in with a bad crowd. My wife and I found her to be in possession of marijuana when she was fourteen, cigarettes when she was thirteen. There were several times she came home reeking of alcohol. She was hanging out with older boys and, well, I don’t have any proof, but I’m sure she was…you know…” He cleared his throat again. “Anyway, I had Carrie take her to the doctor for birth control. If she was going to be reckless, I didn’t want my wife and I to end up raising an illegitimate grandchild, because Alyssa wouldn’t have been responsible enough to raise a child properly.”
Shu nodded his head in agreement. “I don’t blame you. How else did you and your wife respond to her behavior?”
Lean back in chair. Look weary. “We tried everything we could—grounded her, forbade her to see those worthless friends of hers, revoked privileges, and anything else we could think of. She just fought us tooth and nail. I think she was fourteen the first time she ran away.”
From his post by the window, the other Colorado detective stepped forward and took the seat next to his partner, yet remaining quiet. Oliver waited while Shu checked his notes before speaking again. “Yes. That’s what the Tampa report said. Fourteen. You said that was the first time…how many times were there?”
“Honestly, Detective, I lost count. Most of the time I had a private investigator I use for business reasons go find her and bring her back. The Tampa Police have better things to do than look for a rebellious teenager.”
Shu consulted his notes again. “I’m sorry. I must have missed that in the report. What’s the private investigator’s name?”
Opening the top desk drawer, Oliver pulled out the PI’s business card and reached across to hand it to the man. He wasn’t worried about them contacting the guy, since he wasn’t privy to anything that could get Oliver in trouble. “Feel free to contact him, although it’s been months since he’s had anything to report. Unfortunately, he didn’t find anything beyond what the police did.” At least that part was true.
Nodding, Shu jotted down the information, then set the card back on the desk. “Can you tell me about the night Alyssa disappeared? Was there an argument? Who noticed her missing and at what time?”
“I was at a political function for the mayor that night, and before I left, I’d grounded Alyssa for skipping school.” He didn’t add the bitch had skipped school because of the bruises he’d given her. Served her right for trying to refuse him. “When I returned home at about eleven that night, I stuck my head into her room to make sure she hadn’t snuck out. She wasn’t there and a bunch of her things were missing. Clothes, laptop, stuff like that, but her cell phone was still locked in my office where I’d put it before I left. Carrie was in bed sleeping—she’d had a migraine earlier, which is why she didn’t go out with me. When I woke her up, she had no idea our daughter had left. I didn’t report her missing to the police right away, because like I said, this wasn’t the first time she’d tried to run away. I contacted my PI the next afternoon after my wife called to say Alyssa hadn’t been to school, nor did any of her so-called friends report seeing or hearing from her. The day after that was when we filed the official police report and, as you know, there’s been no sign of her since.”
Shu jotted down a few more notes. “As far as we can tell
, Alyssa and your wife were living together in Canon City, Colorado for the past ten months. No one has seen Alyssa since she left her job the day your wife was murdered.”
Point them in the wrong direction. “I hate to say it, but with how she’s changed over these past few years, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had something to do with Carrie’s death. When Alyssa didn’t get her way she could get violent—throwing things and such. She wouldn’t do it when I was around, but her mother was easily intimidated and Alyssa would take advantage of that. Is she a suspect in Carrie’s death?”
“At the moment, she is only wanted so we can interview her. We also don’t know if she met with foul play herself. Now, tell me about your wife. How was your relationship with her? Any marital problems?”
Shaking his head, Oliver tried to look insulted at what the man was insinuating. “Absolutely not. Carrie and I were happily married for nineteen years. Yes, we had arguments, but what couple doesn’t?”
“Your wife was very accident prone, wasn’t she?”
Oliver was startled. It was the first time the other Colorado detective—Ross Hubbard—had said a word. A brief hint of worry flashed in Oliver’s gut, but he squashed it. These men had nothing on him and his whiny bitch of a wife was no longer in a position to accuse him of anything. Besides, he only hit her when she deserved it. “What does that have to do with anything, Detective?”
The man shrugged with an air of nonchalance. “I’m just saying she seemed to be quite clumsy and sometimes needed a trip to the hospital or her doctor for injuries she received. If I recall, there were several times when she accidentally fell, one time she accidentally got her hand caught in a car door, and another time when she accidentally walked into a cabinet door. That’s just a few of the reported incidents the Tampa Police Department had in her missing person’s file.”
Clenching his jaw, Oliver tried to look innocently insulted, instead of how he really felt, which was pissed off. He didn’t know any of those reports were in the TPD file—hell, he didn’t even know they existed. The bitch must have sought medical help more times than he was aware of. What else was in the files that he didn’t know about? He also didn’t like how the smug bastard had intentionally emphasized the word ‘accidentally’ three times in his little speech. “I’m not sure I like what you’re implying, Detective.”
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