Casey
Belladonna Mansion
Masquerade Ball ~ Ballroom
Virginia Beach Oceanfront
He’d enjoyed the masquerade well enough. The decorations were beautiful, and the neo-soul band he’d hired was the best they’d ever had.
He’d eaten more than he should’ve from the extensive buffet spread, but everything had looked so appetizing, and he had a nice buzz from the few drinks he’d consumed.
Now, he was ready for bed.
Casey nuzzled closer under Galan’s armpit, brushing his hard cock against his thigh.
His Sir glanced down and gave him a sultry warning glare while not missing a word in his conversation.
Casey was finishing his third glass of champagne when a loud belch escaped before he could stop it.
He covered his mouth and chuckled under his breath. “I apologize. How rude of me.”
Galan narrowed his warm brown eyes, then eased the glass from Casey’s hand and set it on the nearby table.
No sooner had Galan turned around than Casey swiped it back up and took another satisfying swallow.
He was a boy who knew how to get a reaction from his Sir.
Galan pressed his mouth to his temple. “Are you choosing to misbehave because you want my punishment, or is it the drinks impairing your judgment?”
Casey tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as something akin to excitement flashed in Galan’s eyes behind his simple black leather mask.
He couldn’t resist wanting his focus to be only on him.
Galan was everything he’d been looking for in a Sir: brilliant, disciplined, successful, and a pillar in his community. But most of all, he adored Galan’s kindness and eagerness to show affection.
He stood on his tiptoes and whispered against Galan’s rough jaw. “I’ll gladly take your punishment, Sir, if I can have you inside me after.”
Galan took Casey’s half-drunk glass of champagne and discarded the remainder. He pulled them away from the nearly empty room to a corner in the dining hall. It was empty except for the hired staff cleaning up.
Galan backed him against the wall behind a twelve-foot Ficus and towered over him. He wanted to whimper at the proximity, inhaling Galan’s domineering scent. It never failed to intoxicate him, and after three glasses of wine and champagne, Casey couldn’t take any more.
He tried to control his breathing as he stared at the hint of dark chest hair between the two unfastened buttons of Galan’s dress shirt.
Casey’s dick got harder the longer Galan stretched the silence.
“Look at me.”
Casey obeyed, his breath catching at Galan’s sternness.
He wanted to touch the visible parts of Galan’s face, but he knew better than to do so without permission. He’d pressed his luck enough for one night. He’d wanted his Sir’s attention, and now he had it.
Galan bowed his head until their lips were breaths apart.
Casey vibrated with want, with need.
“Is that how you plan to get my attention, boy? You act brazen and overindulge with alcohol.”
“No, Sir,” Casey whispered.
“All evidence points to the contrary.”
“I have no excuse. My behavior was unacceptable toward my Sir.”
Galan kissed his lips, chaste but forgiving. “Defiance isn’t necessary, sweetheart, you need only ask.”
Casey sighed, lowering his gaze as Galan stroked his cheek.
“There will be no punishment… this time.”
He shivered when Galan stooped and captured his tender bottom lip after he released it from his teeth. Casey moaned, trying but failing not to attract the attention of the catering staff.
Screw ’em.
He wasn’t an exhibitionist or much for putting on demonstrations, but he wanted everyone to see his Sir rewarding him.
“I know I signed a contract with Thorn…but…”
It was also unlike Galan to be hesitant with his words. He cupped Casey’s cheeks, causing him to melt into the tenderness.
His Sir was so broad, tall, and muscular in some places while soft in others. “I’m not going anywhere, Sir. And I have nothing but time to prove it to you.”
Galan’s Adam’s apple bobbed with each deep inhale.
The way they held each other in bed and gazed into each other’s eyes before falling asleep was proof that this partnership wouldn’t be temporary.
“ Let me give you my touch, Sir ,” Casey mouthed.
Galan gripped Casey’s wrists and pulled them until his hands were clasped behind his head.
“Do you remember the first night I saw you at the club? Shiloh was between your legs, ready to kneel. I didn’t even know you, and I’d never felt that kind of jealousy before.”
“I remember it well.”
“No one belongs in your arms, by your side, or at your feet but me. I meant it then, and I mean it now, Sir.” He pulled Galan forward until his forehead was against his. “You are my Sir…mine.”
To hell with permission. Casey surged forward and closed his mouth over Galan’s, not hesitating to slip his tongue inside. He wanted Galan to taste his sincerity. He had to break away and allow them to breathe. He was on his tiptoes, his lips wet and tender.
“I want you tonight…inside me.”
Galan groaned as he palmed his ass and squeezed until he hissed.
“I’ve waited a long time for you, Sir.” Casey pressed his lips to Galan’s throat.
“I didn’t believe in Belladonna at first, but now, especially after tonight…”
Casey grinned. “Belladonna is both an ancient and modern method of dating. No use of computers or internet, but there is a matchmaker.”
Casey combed his fingers through Galan’s graying hair. He’d be a silver fox soon, and he couldn’t wait.
“I have a confession, Sir.”
“What is it?” Galan asked against his temple.
“I didn’t even bother to meet with the first three prospects Thorn interviewed.”
“Why?” Galan asked as he peppered kisses across his forehead.
“Mmm.” Casey moaned at his Sir’s thickening cock pressed against his lower stomach.
“Because I was finished going down on my knees for undeserving men. I waited here in Belladonna alone for seven months. I waited all that time for you, Galan. I always believed I would know my real Sir the moment I met him.”
Galan eased back enough to slide his hand into his right jacket pocket and remove a black necklace box.
Casey gasped, hoping that was what he thought it was. “Sir, are you…? Is that—”
“Shhh. Quiet, boy.” Galan placed a finger gently over his lips.
Galan lifted the lid of the box, and tears filled Casey’s eyes, blurring his view of the striking collar laid across a bed of red satin.
He waited with decreasing patience, wanting to yank the stunning piece of jewelry out of the box and fasten it on himself right damn now, craving the peace and security it possessed.
Galan removed the diamond-and-gold Cuban link choker.
“I’ve been waiting for you too. I’ve never collared anyone. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for my ex to leave me. I never trusted him…I couldn’t.” Galan ran his fingers over the heavy chain. “And this is far too special to allow the wrong boy to wear it.”
Casey did his best to remain still like a good boy, but fuck, he was too excited.
“I wanted to put this on you the moment I met you at the club. I knew I wanted you.” Galan kissed Casey’s closed eyelids. “It was the way you looked at me with those hopeful blue eyes, begging me to pull you onto my lap.”
“I swear I can look at you like that forever.”
Galan hooked the chain around Casey’s throat, smoothing his hands over his collarbones.
Casey released a full-body shiver.
The heavy metal was a weighty reminder that his Sir was always with him, even when he wasn’t. The collar was a symbol that he was claimed. His Master’s tangible promise to be responsible for his needs, wants…and happiness.
He pulled Galan down and kissed him, but this time, it was full of heat and craving. Casey lifted his thigh up Galan’s legs and ground himself against his thigh.
Galan growled in his ear, gripping his hips hard enough to stop his sultry grind.
“I want you upstairs in your condo, on your knees in the center of the bed, wearing nothing but this sexy mask and my collar.”
Casey thought he’d come right there in his dress pants. He was supposed to respond, but he didn’t know how. His head was spinning.
“You better get moving. If you’re not in position and still by the time I get up there…” Galan wrapped a restrictive palm around Casey’s throat, resting it on his collar. “I’m going to punish you, and I’m sure the last thing you want is me pounding your freshly spanked ass.”
Casey’s dick leaked enough to make a visible stain, but it didn’t stop him from hauling ass toward his room.