by K. C. Wells
Slowly, so slowly, he turned around, moving gracefully, and all those present were able to see the scarring that only a few of us had known about. His head held high, Peter came to a stop facing Thomas, who started to rise from his chair but was kept in place by Leo’s hand on his shoulder. The low murmurs morphed into gasps, and from somewhere in the room, a ripple of applause began, spreading out as Peter once again began to move to the music. The applause swelled until it drowned out Rihanna’s lyrics, and Peter’s eyes glistened.
I had never been prouder of anyone in my life, and it was a real struggle to keep a lid on my emotions. I glanced toward Thomas who had tears in his eyes, and a smile so wide I thought his face could crack.
Peter twisted to look at us over his shoulder. He smiled. “Okay, boys, let’s do this.”
Each of us moved slowly to stand before our own Dom. We took off our underwear, keeping our movements provocative, teasing, before straddling their laps. I could feel Eli’s erection encased in his leather pants, and I ground against it, rolling my hips slowly. I forgot my nerves, my embarrassment, and focused instead on the expression on Eli’s face. I wanted to look at Peter, to see how he was doing, but the song was nearly over. Eli’s lips were parted, his eyes shining. I leaned forward as the song came to an end and kissed him, slowly exploring him with my tongue.
When the music finished and I sat back, the applause burst once more out of the stillness. I glanced at my fellow dancers and tears pricked the corners of my eyes when I saw Thomas’s face. He was gazing at Peter with such love. He lifted Peter into his arms and carried him from the room, Peter’s head buried in Thomas’s neck, his arms and legs wound around Thomas. The Dom’s strong arms easily supported his precious cargo. Around the room the crowd had dispersed, but my fellow subs were in the arms of their Doms, at the receiving end of a great many kisses and caresses that were growing more and more heated.
Eli touched my face. “What you do to me, Jarod,” he whispered.
“What I’ll do to you when we get home,” I replied.
“Fuck that. We’re getting a room here. There’s no way in hell I’m driving like this. I’m going to own your arse all night.”
I leaned forward and kissed him. “You already do, Sir.”
He pushed up with his hips, and I groaned at the feel of that heavy dick beneath me, straining against the leather. Then a thought struck me. “Why get a room? We’re in the group room, after all.” It was something we hadn’t done before, and the thought of him taking me in front of those present was a heady one. As if I wasn’t hard enough already.
Eli’s breathing quickened. “You sure?”
I nodded and then brought my lips to his ear. “Now, Sir. Fuck me now.” My cock was already hard and aching, leaking precome.
“Lube, pet.” His voice was hoarse with desire. Even as I got to my feet to grab a sachet of lube from a nearby bowl, he was already unfastening the waistband of his pants, his dick bobbing up, full, wet-tipped, and so very hard that my hole clenched at the sight of it. I knew in that instant that I wanted to ride it, feel it deep inside me. I knelt before him, slicking up his shaft, taking my time, loving the soft moans that dropped from his lips. “Astride me.”
I straddled his lap and groaned when he took the sachet from me and squeezed out lube onto a couple of fingers. He sought out my hole and sank his fingers into me, his gaze focused on mine. “Just so you know, this is gonna be hard and fast.”
“Do it, Sir,” I gasped out as his fingers found my gland. Eli sat there, still wearing his leather pants, his cock sticking straight up, gloriously rigid. He withdrew his fingers and pulled me down, his hand around his shaft, holding it steady while he eased its head through the tight ring. I shuddered as I sank onto his dick, feeling its heat fill me. “Oh God, I never get tired of how it feels, you bare inside me, nothing between us.”
Eli pushed up slowly until he was buried deep inside my channel. He let out another low moan. “I love how that feels too.” He began to move, thrusting up into me, pulling me down to meet each thrust. “Okay, pet, ride me. Bounce on my cock.”
I clung to his shoulders and worked my thigh muscles, impaling myself on that thick dick, again and again. I threw back my head, eyes closed, and let the waves of pleasure course through me. From around us came the noise of others similarly engaged, the smell of sex. I let it permeate my senses, but never lost focus on what mattered—Eli fucking me, his breathing rapid, his breath hot against my chest, his fingers digging into my hips as he forced me down hard onto his steel-like cock.
It was too much. “Close, Sir.”
“Open your eyes, pet.”
I gazed into those green eyes, my breathing ragged.
Eli nodded. “Gonna shoot my load deep into you. You’ll feel every pulse of my dick, every spurt of hot come. You feel my cock throbbing inside you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I cried out, bouncing faster. I tightened my muscles around his dick, loving the way his face contorted. I did it again, and again.
“Oh fucking hell, Jarod.” With a howl Eli arched his back and thrust up into my body, his thighs shaking. I could feel the heat of him filling me, my body clinging to his shaft as my balls drew up high and tight. He wrapped his hand around my dick and gave one single tug.
That was all it took to have me coming over his fist, body jolted by the severity of my orgasm, my cries rebounding off the ceiling as I shouted out in ecstasy. He held on to me, his own tremors subsiding, hand still tight around my cock. Little by little we eased down from our sexual high, our breaths mingling as we kissed, gentle kisses that swelled into a crescendo of deeper embraces, Eli’s dick still buried inside me. I could feel his seed leaking out from around his softening length, little trickles that tickled my thighs.
Eli grabbed the back of my head and gave me one last resounding kiss. “Fancy a cleanup in the showers?”
I eased him out of me, hating that sensation of losing him, of feeling hollow. “That sounds like a great idea.” I snuck a glance around me to take in my surroundings. “Better make it soon. I’ve got a feeling it’s going to get busy in there.” I stood up and Eli joined me.
“Then let’s get a move on, pet.” He slapped my arse and then grabbed my hand to tug me out of the room, grinning, his dick now flaccid, wet with his come. Not a lot of come—most of it was leaving a silvery trail down my leg.
I hoped Master Thomas was having as good a time as I was.
AN HOUR later, Eli and I were sitting in the bar, and I was feeling very content. The others and I had received a lot of compliments about our performance, as well as pats on the back and a lot of winking and smirking. Eli puffed out his chest every time someone paid me a compliment, and it was obvious he was proud of me. I’d already had the proof of how effective my lap dance had been: my body ached, but in a good way. My legs, however, were still feeling the aftereffects. What was more of a concern was yet another spate of twinges down my arm.
These were getting to be too frequent.
Thomas approached our table. “Eli, could I borrow Jarod for a moment? I’d like to speak with him.” Eli nodded and I rose to my feet to follow Thomas, wondering what was going on. We went to the office where I saw Peter kneeling beside the desk, his head bowed, an air of peace surrounding him. Thomas gestured to the chair that faced the desk, and I gratefully took it. The dancing hadn’t been much of a strain, but add to that the workout my legs had received during my enthusiastic ride, and I was still feeling a little wobbly.
Thomas sat behind the desk, Peter at his side. “Peter told me how you provided a spot for them to practice this… surprise. And what a surprise.” He shook his head. “I never thought I’d see the day when he’d stand up in front of everyone and not care that they saw him, or the scars he used to think he deserved. Today he showed who he truly was, and I have never in my life been so damned proud.” His eyes sparkled.
I could hear the emotion in his voice.
Thomas stroked his fingers through
Peter’s hair, and I smiled as Peter leaned closer into the embrace.
“He also told me that you convinced him he could do this tonight.”
“Actually, Alex did. I provided a bit of encouragement, but each of his friends gave him a push in the right direction.”
Thomas’s eyes shone with tears that trickled down his cheeks. “It doesn’t matter who or why. All that I care about is Peter. He is my whole world, and today that world opened up and showed me more of the beauty it holds within.”
“Oh, Sir.” Peter’s voice shook as he gazed up at his master, his hands reaching out toward him. Thomas gave me a nod, and I got up to leave. Before I closed the door, I saw Thomas kneel down and clutch Peter to him, allowing his boy to sob on his shoulder. It had to have been an overwhelming emotional experience for both of them, and I could not have been prouder to be a part of it. Just as I closed the door, Peter called out my name. I stopped, and he looked up, smiling. “Thank you for joining my family.”
I returned his smile and gave a quick nod, then closed the door, so they wouldn’t see the tears that spilled out over my cheeks. For so many years Phillip and my mother had been my only family, and now I found I wasn’t alone in the world. A family created among friends had accepted me as one of their own, and I was humbled.
“Jarod? Can I grab you for a moment before you go back to Eli?”
I hadn’t heard Leo approach, but I’d been lost in my own thoughts. “Certainly, Sir.” I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand.
He looked around and then led me to the far end of the bar where there were fewer customers. Leo sat on a stool and indicated for me to join him. He studied me for a moment, until I began to wonder what else was coming this night.
“That was quite the performance. The club members will be talking about it for years. Alex said you inspired it.”
My cheeks heated. “No, Sir. That’s very flattering, but they did all the work.”
Leo shook his head. “False modesty, Jarod. I’ve watched you with the subs. They look up to you. You’re a good mentor.”
I didn’t know how to react. I’d never thought of myself in those terms. “Thank you, Sir.”
Leo sighed. “Learning to live again isn’t easy, is it?”
I became still, unable to stop staring at him. Then it clicked. “You… you know what I’ve been going through, don’t you?” Somewhere in the depths of my mind was the vague memory of a conversation with Alex, about Leo’s former submissive and lover.
Leo glanced down at the floor for a moment, before lifting his head to meet my gaze. He nodded. “But together you and Eli have gotten through the worst. He seems a good man.”
“He is, Sir. I never expected to have a life like this again. I… is something wrong, Sir? Why did you want to speak to me?”
Leo stood and patted my shoulder. “I wanted to thank you.”
“Me?” I couldn’t imagine what this strong, impressive man could be thanking me for.
“The subs here are fiercely loyal, both to their masters and each other. Your arrival has shown them that age isn’t a barrier for submission. That it’s okay to kneel before a man, no matter the age difference. It’s all about respect for each other and yourself. Alex, Scott, and Peter have nearly bent our ears talking about you. They love you, and anything that makes our boys happy, makes us happy.”
Warmth flooded through me at his words.
Leo patted my arm. “If there’s one thing I learned, it’s being around friends and family makes the ache less. It may take a while for it to fade completely, but afterward you’ll be left with the good memories, and the hurt—when it comes—will be much less.”
It struck me then that what he was saying had already started. The last few weeks, being included with Alex and the rest of the submissives, had lightened my heart. And being with Eli had strengthened my soul. The searing loss I had felt for the last four years wasn’t as sharp, and it had been replaced by… love.
“Now I’ll let you go back to Eli. I’ve still got to work out how I’m going to punish my husband for his crack about Thomas’s age.” Leo grinned and left me by the bar. I sat there for a moment, floored by the revelation. I hadn’t noticed how the pain had lessened until that moment.
Then all such thoughts were driven from my mind when my chest tightened. I put my hand to my sternum, pressing hard, in the hopes that it would ease the discomfort. Little by little the tightness eased off, until it was gone completely.
It’s just the exertion. After all, I was no spring chicken, and I’d just performed a lap dance, and then ridden my Dom’s dick very enthusiastically. No wonder I was suffering a little.
Eli stared at me as I walked across to his table. He was on his feet in an instant. “Are you all right, pet?” Those strong, capable hands were on my arms, his gaze locked on my face, his forehead furrowed.
“Never better, Sir.” All I wanted in that moment was to be alone with him, to feel those arms around me. “Let’s go home.”
Eli kissed my tearstained cheeks, and then pressed his lips lightly against my eyelids. “Sounds perfect.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jarod
WHEN I awoke, Eli was missing from the bed. I glanced over at the clock and saw that I’d overslept. I grinned, realizing just how much he’d worn me out the previous night. It had been something of a sexual marathon, but I’d loved every second of it. Since ditching the condoms, we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. It had surprised me that Eli’s voracious appetite was easily matched by my own. It didn’t matter if we were having sex during a scene, or making love for hours in bed: I hungered for him.
We were such a good fit for each other.
Sitting up, I rubbed my chest. Heartburn was a bitch, there was no doubt about it. I went downstairs to the kitchen cabinet to find a couple of antacids. Once I was chewing them, I then set about getting breakfast together. The morning air was refreshing against my bare skin. I had just opened the refrigerator door when there was a cough behind me.
“I believe I said you were to stay in bed today.”
I chuckled. “Again? You can’t keep giving me days off, just because you can’t keep your hands off me. Besides, I’m better.” Even as I said the words, there was another twinge in my chest.
“You’re getting awfully cheeky,” he said, running his hand down my back, before he swatted me on the arse. “Bed. Rest. Now. I’ve made you some lunch for later. It won’t be much, but I’ve left it in the refrigerator. Now off with you.” He kissed my cheek.
I turned around, put my arms around him and kissed him properly, taking my time. Eli relaxed into the kiss, molding his body to mine. “So it seems I’m not the only one who has difficulty keeping his hands to himself,” he murmured against my lips.
I smiled. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, remember?” I gave him one last big kiss and then released him.
“I’ll call to check in on you later, okay?” Eli grabbed his lunch bag, planted one more swift kiss on my forehead, and then he was out the door, running. I was about to follow him to wave him off when another pain ran down my left arm. Not thirty anymore, I guess. For the first time since I’d come to live with Eli, I considered going back to bed. Yes, there were things that needed doing, the laundry, the ironing, but I really didn’t feel up to them at that moment. I went back to bed and pulled the covers up around me, quickly falling asleep.
When I awoke it was noon. I stared at the clock in shock. I’d never slept like that before. It struck me that the antacids weren’t doing their job: it still felt as though an elephant was sitting on my chest. Then it occurred to me how long ago I’d taken them. I obviously needed more. I got up and trudged down to the kitchen, ready to do the dishes, when a note on the sink caught my attention:
Touch these and you won’t be touching anything of mine for a week.
I grinned. Talk about hitting me where it hurts. I opened the fridge to see what he’d made. I wasn’t hungry
at all, but figured if I didn’t eat he’d be upset. There was a sandwich on a plate with some kind of pasta. I reached in to pick it up when pain shot through my chest and arm, so sharp it took my breath away. I dropped the plate, which shattered on the floor, its contents landing everywhere. I stumbled back and collapsed in the chair, my heart racing, unable to catch my breath. Sweat popped out on my forehead. I fumbled for my phone and tried to focus on the numbers, but I was frightened when the pain hit me once more. Oh God, this time it felt huge. My fingers didn’t seem to work, and there was a numbness to my arm, and as I fumbled with the phone, it rang. I slid a finger across the screen and tried to speak, but couldn’t make my mouth work properly.
“Jarod?” Eli said cheerily. “Feeling better, pet?”
“Eli,” I croaked. “Help me. My… chest… it’s—” Then another sharp pain hit, and everything went dark.
Eli
“PET? PET! Jarod? Answer me!”
I couldn’t hear anything. I hung up and dialed 999, telling the operator that he’d been feeling sick and had called me, begging for help. As soon as I mentioned his chest, she assured me they’d send someone right away.
“Is there anyone home who could let in the ambulance crew?” she asked.
