Chapter 39
“Are you ready?” I call out to Drake. This is the night we get seen together. It’s also our first night at the club together. We’ve booked a private room and have decided to keep it simple too. I don’t want Drake to be exhausted and emotional after a tense scene.
When he walks out in leather trousers and a waistcoat that he left open, exposing his ripped body with an impressive six-pack, but covering the marks on his back, I can only stare.
I’ve got similar trousers but have a harness on.
The last piece is the leather collar I have in my hand.
As Drake reaches me, he lifts his head, elongating his neck.
It’s only seconds later that the collar is secure.
“Thank you, Sir,” he says as he ghosts his fingers over the thick but supple leather and the D ring that will have the leash attached to it when we get to the club.
It’s busy when we reach the bar room but there’s no sign of the brothers yet. Eyes turn as we walk through. Drake, with the leash now clipped to the collar, is getting a lot of attention. How many of them know what happened to him and can see the proud, perfect man he is since then.
We don’t stop, going straight to the room. Inside is the beautiful oak St Andrew’s cross, I lead Drake straight to it. “Is this what you want, boy?” I ask, my mouth close enough to his ear to let me take his lobe between my teeth and bite. A sharp stinging bite that makes him tremble.
“Yes, Sir.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but I can hear the want in those two words.
“Strip.” I unclip the leash, stepping back to give him some space.
When he’s bare, I get him in position and strap his ankles and wrist to the cuffs on the apparatus.
“So beautiful, you’re exquisite, my perfect boy.
” My hands roam over the stretched-out skin, down his back to his incredible arse.
Firm and high, two round cheeks with the valley down to his hole.
My middle finger taps at the hole I know I’m going to be inside before we leave this room.
“What are your safe words?” I ask as I tease his star.
“Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red to stop.”
I kiss his nape, then step back and collect two floggers. One is soft suede, perfect for awakening the nerve endings, the second with thin three-millimetre leather fronds. This will sting but in such a perfect way I know Drake will fly. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first swing of the flogger over his buttocks has him arching his back, but he settles quickly, and I carry on, swinging from right to left, up and down his back and arse, even the top of his thighs.
All random swipes so he doesn’t get into a pattern in his head.
It doesn’t take long for his skin to glow a pretty pink and sweat covers his whole body.
I reach around him to grasp his cock, the solid length sticking proudly away from his body. I stroke him firmly. “What colour, boy”
“Green, Sir, very green,” he pants. His smile makes my heart beat faster; I love this amazing man.
“Good boy, time to move up a level.” I kiss him as I stroke his dick, owning his mouth and his cock. Abruptly, I let go of his dick and move away.
The next flogger has him crying out, writhing on the frame, his feet and hands flexing, struggling with the restraints.
I don’t spend too much time with this one, just enough to have him sobbing, begging for release.
His cock is dripping precum over the floor; he’s so close.
“Do you want to come, boy? Can you come for me like this?” I drop the flogger and go back to stroking his dick.
“You’re so close; your balls are so tight.
” Do you want to come like this or with my cock buried deep inside you? ”
Drake can hardly form a coherent sentence. “N…N…Now, Sir.”
I grip him tighter and pump his cock, long, steady strokes that has him begging again. “COME!” I command, and he does, a glorious arc of cum flying from his dick as he sobs and bucks in his cuffs.
Quickly, I undo his restraints and let him sag in my arms. We make it to the bed, and I lie him on his front.
Then, starting with his wrist and forearms, I massage the muscles before moving up to his shoulders and down his back to his legs and ankles.
The tension in his body relaxes as I tend to him.
I wipe the sweat from his torso and get the soothing aloe vera gel I brought and smooth it over every spot the flogger touched.
“Thank you, Sir,” Drake hums in contentment.
“That was wonderful.” He keeps his eyes closed as I rub lube down his cleft to his hole.
As I slip in up to the first knuckle, his eyes fly open, and he scrabbles to get on his hands and knees.
“Fuck me,” he says, all sleepiness gone, vanished at one touch.
I don’t have to stretch him too much; we prepped before we left, but I like my fingers in his arse, so I carry on.
I open my fly and pull my engorged cock from its confines and line up with his hole.
I push in slow and steady, not stopping until I’m fully embedded inside him.
Drake is rocking back and forth on my dick, groaning as the head strokes over his prostate.
“Enough,” I tell him, grabbing his hips and taking over. I know how sensitive his skin is, but I can’t help from scraping my short nails over his arse. His moans egg me on—to go faster, deeper, to finish inside him. “Fuck! Yeah!” I shout out as I pour my load inside his very willing arse.
It’s my turn to collapse. I flop to the side as his knees give way, and he’s on his stomach again. He looks at me; I don’t think I’ve seen him glow so much. Our sex has always been amazing, but this is another level of pleasure.
“Thank you,” he says and reaches out to cup my nape and draw me closer to him. His kiss is soft, full of so much feeling that I know I’m about to blurt out my feelings for him when he stops. “I love you,” he says, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
I cup his cheek, brushing my thumb under his eye. “I love you too,” I say and kiss him equally as gently.
We stay like this for another few minutes before I remind him of the other part of the evening. “We should clean up and go out and see your brothers.”
We grab a towel and wipe away all the sweat, lube, and cum from our bodies and then I help Drake and his still trembling legs back into his trousers.
“You go first; you can see where they are, and if they see you. I’ll follow you.”
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
“Are you having second thoughts?” I’m more than happy to go out holding his hand and making it obvious that we’re together.
“No, I want to do this.” His voice is firm.
I let him go and follow, staying in the corridor and wait for him to reach the bar. I see his casual glance, then he smiles at me, and I walk out to him. I take his hand, and we walk to the booth they always seem to be in.
All four men are staring at us, Royal and Saint smiling at their brother. Memphis stands up and shrieks loud enough to make heads turn to us.
“You…you, shit, you’re together? Since when? Have you just come from a room? Of course, you have; your skin is glowing, Drake. Why didn’t you tell us?”
Royal pulls his boy back onto his lap, silencing him with a kiss. “You did a good job of keeping it secret, both of you. And I’m not surprised; Drake is the king of secrets but also keeping his feelings under wraps. I’m glad he’s found you, Finn. Welcome to the family.”
Saint holds out his fist; I bump it with mine, and that seems to be my acceptance to the Foster family. Noah stays quiet, as a sub in a TPE relationship with Saint, he behaves differently than Memphis; he’s a lot calmer.
“Pops is going to go crazy—he’ll be so happy for you, bro,” Royal says to his brother.
I drop down into a large bucket chair and pull Drake with me.
He settles sideways beside me with his legs over my thighs, not quite sitting on my knee; he’s not that sort of sub, not the way Memphis is, neither will he kneel by my side as Noah often does for Saint.
“Does this mean you’re staying here now?” Saint asks Drake.
He nods. “I’m starting a protection agency, offering 24/7 bodyguard service.
I’ve got three friends from my army life coming to work for me to start.
I’m focusing on LGBT clients, but not exclusively.
You’d be surprised how many men in the public eye have to hide their truth from the world for fear of being ostracised or threatened, often blackmailed to keep their secret. I want to protect them.”
“Like you were with Rafe?” Memphis asks.
Drake lets out a low chuckle. “Not quite like that, I hope. We had a different kind of relationship. He’s my best friend; I would move heaven and earth to keep him safe.”
All eyes flick to me at his confession. I get why, but we’ve talked a lot about Rafe, we’ve even FaceTimed for us to get to know each other.
It was weird at first; Drake is different with him, more relaxed, comfortable with him.
Then I realised it’s the same way I’m friends with Memphis, and I’m glad they have each other.
“What? I know about him. We’ve talked, the three of us.
I know who he is to Drake, the same way I know who I am to Drake. ”
“Is he as hot as he looks on the telly?” Memphis blurts out, then squeals when Royal swats him.
I look at Drake; he’s waiting for my answer. I sigh. “He’s even hotter.” I grin. “But not as hot as you, babe.”
Royal laughs loudly. “Good save.”