What He Craves: Desires Book 2

by E. M. Denning

  “He was worried about me.” Matt protested.

  “He was angry that you didn’t need him so he couldn’t abuse and manipulate you.”

  Matt frowned, and he pulled his face away from Steve’s hand. “He’s never abused me.”

  “Not physically, but I think he has emotionally and mentally abused you. Look at yourself, Matty. You were fine an hour ago, and one confrontation with Cam has you convinced that you’re nothing more than a whore.”

  “Aren’t I?” Matt gripped himself tighter.

  “No. You’re not. You’re mine, Matty. Even if you never slept with me again, I’d still want you in my house and in my life.”

  “But Cam’s always looked out for me.”

  “Cam’s always treated you like a puppy he can kick. Do you remember what you were like when you first started working for me? You were always down on yourself. Every time you’d make the smallest mistake you’d apologize as if you’d burned the entire place to the ground. It took me months to get you to stop beating yourself up over every little thing and it took me even longer to make you stop believing the horrid shit you’d say about yourself. Cam is an asshole. You’re not a whore, Matt. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  Steve stated as he leaned across Matt. He grabbed his seatbelt and buckled him in.

  “Can we…can we go home?” The defeat in Matt’s voice was a knife in Steve’s guts.

  Steve turned the key. “Yes, Matty, we can go home. We’ll grab some greasy burgers from a drive-through on the way home. Do you want a chocolate shake?”

  Matt managed to smile. “Can I get fries?”

  Steve raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to dip them in your shake again?” Steve remembered the first time he’d seen Matt dip a fry into his shake. Matt had been having a rough day even before he showed up at work and a particularly difficult table made it worse. Dante, the chef who’d always had a soft spot for Matt, bought him fries and a shake. That’s the moment Steve discovered how much he’d come to care about Matt, because not only could he not stand to see him upset, he hated that Dante could do something to comfort Matt and he couldn’t.

  Matt shrugged, but the smile stayed. “I might.”

  “You can have your fries. For the record, I think that’s got to be some form of blasphemy or chocolate abuse or something.”

  “Don’t knock it unless you’ve tried it.”

  “I’m not eating that.” Steve shook his head as he pulled out of the parking space.

  “You’re a food snob.”

  “I am not.”

  “Sure you are. You’re Mr. Fancy-pants restaurant owner. Of course you’d never do something so…unsophisticated as dip French fries in a chocolate shake.” Matt laughed. It made Steve happy to see that Matt’s mood had lightened. He knew Cam’s ugly words were still swirling around in his head, but he’d need time and some gentle reinforcement before he would be able to let them go.

  A part of their earlier conversation came back to Steve. “What did you mean, by, he let you work at the garage after your dad left it to him?”

  “Oh. Well, when Dad died, he left everything to Cam. Cam was nice though and he let me work there, well, except this last time. Why?”

  “No reason. Now, where are we getting those burgers?” With the subject firmly dropped in favor of debating what drive-through had both the best fries and the best chocolate shakes for fry-dipping, Matt relaxed a little more.

  When they parked to eat, Steve still hadn’t calmed down. He hated the way Cam treated Matt. He hated that Cam turned him away when Matt needed him the most. Matt’s dad and brother had done a lot of damage to him over the years. Steve wondered how on earth a father could write one of his kids out of his will. It shouldn’t surprise him that there were still shitty people out there who loved their children conditionally. He hated that he still had to hear stories of kids getting thrown out of their house and written out of their families because their parents loved them—until they were gay.

  “Matty?”

  “Yes, Master?”

  Master. Hearing Matt say that word had been one of the best feelings in the world. He loved Matt’s submission. He loved that Matt looked to him to handle everything and make everything better.

  Steve turned his head and looked at Matt. Matt’s eyes were down, and he swirled a fry through the chocolate shake. His small, meek voice made Steve want to pull him into his lap and smother him with kisses.

  “Do you trust me?” It was a weighty question, one that Steve had been certain he knew the answer to, but he wanted Matt to think about it for a moment. He wanted Matt to turn their relationship over in his mind and examine all its angles.

  Matt’s answer came swiftly. “Of course. I trust you.”

  “And you know I’d never think of you the way Cam thinks of you, don’t you, Matty?”

  Steve watched Matt steel himself against his emotions. A rough breath shuddered out of him. “Yes. I know. You’ve only ever been kind to me.”

  Steve leaned across the seat and brushed his lips against Matt’s. He tasted like salt and chocolate. “Mmm,” Steve licked his lips. “Time to take you home. We have a fashion show to attend.”

  “A fashion show?”

  “Yes, my sweet Matty. You’re going to try some of our purchases on for me.”

  “Sounds fun.”

  Matt’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Steve couldn’t wait to get home. He wanted to worship his sweet little sub. His sub, God, he still couldn’t believe it sometimes. Matt had been in his life for two years and Steve dreamed about having the man in all the ways he wanted him, and now that he had him he wasn’t going to let him go. He also wasn’t going to let Matt’s brother bully him and treat him like dirt.

  Once they arrived home, Steve sent Matt to take the tags off his new purchases and toss them in the wash. A few minutes later, Matt came to the living room carrying his ereader, as instructed.

  Steve sat on the couch and patted his lap. “Come here, Matty.”

  Matt’s cheeks turned a delicious shade of pink as he dutifully arranged himself in Steve’s lap. Matt sat so his legs stretched out on the cushion next to Steve. Steve had an arm slung around Matt’s shoulders. Matt leaned against Steve’s chest.

  “This is nice.”

  Steve smiled and kissed Matt on forehead. “It is nice, isn’t it?” Steve hooked a finger under Matt’s chin and tilted his head up to steal a kiss.

  Steve set the ereader aside, and they stayed curled up on the couch together and watched television until he had to put the wash into the dryer. Once their positions were resumed, Steve decided it was time to start playing with his little sub.

  Steve turned off the television and handed Matt his ereader.

  “I want you to read to me, Matty.”

  “Read to you, Master?”

  “Yes, darling. I want you to pick your favorite book from your BDSM shelf and I want you to read to me.”

  Matt relaxed in his arms. Steve waited patiently while Matt selected a book.

  “I’ve never read to anyone before,” Matt said. “I might not be any good at this.”

  “You’ll do fine, Matty. Now get on with it.”

  Matt did start out clunky and hesitant. He tripped over words and lost his place a couple of times, but then he found his rhythm. As the story heated up, Steve ran his hand over Matt’s body. He slid his hand under Matt’s shirt. Matt’s breath hitched, and he stumbled over the words when Steve’s fingers found their way to one of Matt’s nipples. He pinched it between his finger and thumb. Rolled it between the digits and grinned as Matt lost his place.

  Steve brushed a kiss against Matt’s forehead. “Do you want to play a little game, Matty?”

  “W-what kind of a game, Master?” Matt asked. Steve could tell he struggled to concentrate with Steve’s rigid erection pressed against his ass and his hand under his shirt, toying with him.

  “I want you to read to me without losing your place.
I’m going to play with you. I’m going to touch you. Caress you. Drive you crazy. And you’re not allowed to lose your place. If you fail, I won’t let you orgasm.”

  “If I succeed, Master? What then?”

  Steve pinched Matt’s nipple. “Telling you would spoil the fun.” Steve dragged his hand down Matt’s torso. He loved Matt’s gorgeous body. “Now, where were you?”

  Matt took a deep breath and started reading. The Dom in his story had just finished inspecting his property. When Matt started reading about the Dom tying the sub’s hands behind his back, Steve dragged his fingertip down the center of Matt’s torso. Matt shivered, and his voice took on a breathy sound, but he didn’t stumble.

  Steve wasn’t listening to the story anymore. His entire focus was on his submissive. Steve popped the button of Matt’s pants with one hand and unzipped them. Instead of shoving his hand down the front of Matt’s pants, he palmed his dick through the fabric.

  Matt groaned and arched up into the contact. His body begged for more, and the steady rhythm broke as Matt struggled to keep his place. Steve stroked Matt’s erection through his pants.

  Matt’s concentration started to buckle, but he didn’t lose his place. Steve brought his mouth to the shell of Matt’s ear and traced it with his tongue. His fingers teased their way under the band of Matt’s boxer briefs. Matt barely managed to keep going, but he did, somehow. Steve grinned and wrapped his fingers around Matt’s rigid cock.

  Steve marvelled at the grip Matt had on his concentration. Steve slowly stroked Matt’s cock, and through what Steve knew to be a Herculean effort, Matt kept reading. Matt’s chest heaved. The strain in Matt’s voice told Steve that he barely held on. Matt squirmed in Steve’s lap. His ass ground against Steve’s hard cock and Steve decided that he wanted to see his purchases in action.

  “Oh, Matty,” Steve gave Matt’s cock a squeeze. Matt moaned. His words faltered, and Steve chuckled into Matt’s hair. “You did so good, boy. So good. Now, I want you to gather your things out of the dryer. Go to our room and strip down to nothing. Then I want you to select your favorite pair and put them on for me.”

  “Yes, Master.” Matt turned his ereader off and started to climb out of Steve’s lap, but Steve grabbed him and held him close.

  “First, give Master a kiss.” Steve wrapped his fingers around the back of Matt’s head and hauled him in for a kiss. He plunged his tongue into Matt’s mouth. He loved the way Matt kissed. He loved the way Matt’s fingers scrabbled over his chest. He loved that even though he tried desperately to submit to Steve and let him have his way, Matt’s mouth never seemed to get the memo, because he gave as good as he got. Making Matt lose control using only their mouths had been the hottest thing on the planet.

  Steve pulled away before he flipped Matt over the coffee table and fucked him. The urge lingered just under the surface, but Steve had other things in mind for his boy today. It had been a shit day for Matt and Steve wanted to do his best to give Matt something to smile about. He wanted to give him some better memories, ones that would hopefully balance out the horrible things his brother said to him earlier.

  Steve almost swallowed his tongue when Matt came back a moment later. He kept his chin down and his eyes on the floor. He approached Steve slowly and with a natural grace that Steve didn’t know he had been capable of.

  Matt looked amazing. He’d chosen to wear the electric blue briefs that Steve liked. They looked amazing against his pale skin and encased his, rather large, erection perfectly.

  “Come here, Matty.”

  Matt obeyed swiftly and silently. He stood between Steve’s parted legs. Steve reached for Matt. He ran his hands up the sides of Matt’s legs. Starting at his knees he slowly made his way up to Matt’s hips. Steve looked up at Matt. “You’re so beautiful, Matty.” He kept eye contact as he leaned forward and ran his open mouth along the length of Matt’s cock.

  “Master?” Matt gasped, and he started to pant.

  Steve tucked his fingers into the waistband of the underwear and pulled them down just enough for the head of Matt’s cock to stick out. Steve leaned forward and laved his tongue over the exposed skin.

  “Master, what…what are you doing?”

  Steve raised his eyebrow. “It’s not up to the submissive to question his Master, is it, my sweet boy?”

  “Sorry, Master.”

  “You were so good for me, Matty.” Steve’s hands slid around to grope Matt’s ass. He pulled Matt closer and buried his face in Matt’s crotch. He breathed Matt in as he kneaded his ass. “You were so good, Matty. This is your reward, darling.” Steve ran his tongue along Matt’s cock. Steve took the head of Matt’s cock in his mouth as he slid his hands into the top of Matt’s underwear and pushed them down out of his way.

  He’d been riding his boy hard and had planned on giving him a break today, but he couldn’t. Not because he couldn’t resist his sweet little sub, but he didn’t want Matt to think that he put any stock in Cam’s ugly words.

  Matt groaned when Steve’s fingers slid into his crease and parted his cheeks. Steve’s tongue swirled around the head of Matt’s cock.

  “Oh, fuck. Shit. Master. God. Jesus.” Matt cried when Steve yanked Matt close and buried his cock down Steve’s throat.

  Steve sucked as he pulled back. Matt’s hands had left his sides. He’d grabbed Steve’s shoulders, presumably, so he didn’t fall over. Matt’s fingers dug into Steve’s flesh. The harder he sucked, the harder Matt gripped onto him.

  Steve loved torturing Matt. He loved hearing Matt’s wild sounds. He loved watching him tremble. Steve swirled his tongue around the head of Matt’s cock. Matt’s fingers bit into Steve’s skin as he struggled to stay on his feet.

  Steve pulled Matt closer, and he took Matt’s cock down his throat. Matt threw his head back. His skin already turned the delicious shade of fuck-me pink that it always did when Matt started to lose his grip. Steve pulled off before Matt crossed the line from eager to desperate.

  He pulled Matt into his lap, grabbed the side of his head and kissed him. He didn’t mean for it to be a hard kiss, but it was, and more. It was brutal and unforgiving and Matt kissed him back with the same kind of intensity.

  Steve broke the kiss and arranged Matt so his back pressed against Steve’s chest. Steve tongued Matt’s ear as he wrapped his hand around Matt’s cock.

  “God, you’re beautiful, Matty. You’re beautiful and you’re mine. I want you here. I need you here. I’ve wanted you for so long. You have no idea how hard it was to see you every day. To see you and not be able to touch you.” Steve growled and nipped at Matt’s neck. Matt’s hips thrust, and he moaned.

  “I’m yours.”

  “Only mine.”

  “Only yours, Master.”

  Steve’s slung his left arm across Matt’s chest and he pulled him close. “You’re mine, Matty. Do you know what I’m going to do with you?”

  “No, Master.”

  “I’m going to take you to the club tonight, Matty. I’m going to bring you in through the front door and I’m going to show you off to everyone. I’m going to show everyone what a beautiful boy I have. Does that sound nice, Matty? Do you want me to show everyone that you’re mine?”

  “Master. Oh, please.” Matt’s chest heaved. His back arched and his whole body seemed to have taken on a pink hue. His beauty made Steve ache.

  “Then, once everyone has seen you, I’m going to take you to a private room.”

  “M-master. I’m…” Matt choked on his words as he tried valiantly to hold his orgasm back. Steve wouldn’t make him wait, not today.

  “Come for me, my beautiful boy.”

  Matt bucked in Steve’s hands. A steady flow of warm, white cum flooded out of Matt’s cock. Steve milked him until every drop had been spent.

  Matt went limp and Steve wrapped his arms around his boy. He kissed him on the shoulder, then the neck. “You’re gorgeous like this.”

  Matt sat quietly for a minute. Then he turned a little
and pulled himself farther up into Steve’s lap. Steve cradled him in his arms. “Are you sure you’re okay with going to the club tonight?”

  Matt tilted his head and looked Steve in the eye. “Of course, Master.” A shy smile tugged at the corner of Matt’s lips. “I-I love you.”

  “Oh, Matty.” Steve sighed, and he cupped Matt’s cheek. Matt’s word oozed truth and tenderness. It had been everything Steve had ever wanted and having it was almost too much for him to stand. He closed his eyes to hide the fact that tears were pooling, and he crushed his mouth against Matt’s to hide the tremble in his lips. He told Matt how he felt in every breath, in the stroke of his thumb across Matt’s cheekbone, in the way his tongue caressed Matt’s and when they stopped kissing, he found enough of his wits to tell him in the way he knew Matt needed to be told.

  “I love you, too, Matt.”

  Matt twisted in Steve’s lap so he could throw his arms around Steve’s neck. He buried his face in the crook of Steve’s neck.

  “I’ve loved you for a long time.” Steve confessed.

  “Me too, Master.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Matt

  Matt smoothed his hands down his chest and admired himself in the mirror. The marks on his neck had faded from their former glory, and Steve had yet to add any new ones, at least on the outside of Matt’s body. Steve had marked Matt on the inside. He loved him. The only love Matt had ever been given had been love born from obligation, and even then, it came with conditions and strings. He had his mother’s love until she left them all. He had his father’s love until he came out of the closet. He always found it strange that his father could love his son when he was a fucked-up teenager, but not when he was gay. Cam loved him, of course, but that was brotherly love.

  Matt adjusted the leather jock that Steve—Master—had given him to wear. He had to admit that it looked sexy as hell even if it did take him a few minutes to figure out how it went on. Matt took a deep breath and tried to steady his shaking hands. On the other side of that door, his master waited for him. They were going to the club so Steve could show Matt off. The thought was terrifying in his mind, but his dick evidently thought it was a grand idea. He was harder than concrete.