Chapter
God, I love this man. Every day, it just keeps getting better and better.
And at this moment, with him strapped to a spanking bench, his wrists and ankles secure, he looks so beautiful and perfect.
Maybe it’s the stripes from the heavy flogger that has his arse cheeks blooming red or the plug that’s deep inside him that makes me love him more.
Perhaps, it’s the audience watching us that is making me so proud.
Whilst it’s not any of them individually, I know it’s from the look in Drake’s eyes as I crouch beside his head, the look of trust, deep devotion, and love; they are the most valuable parts of my love for him.
“What colour, boy?” I murmur in his ear, then bite down on the lobe.
“Green, Sir, very green,” he whispers back, then groans as I kiss and bite his lip.
I stand and stroke my hand down the golden body of a lion that’s inked over the centre of his back, the sweat glistens, brightening the colours. When I reach his arse, I let my blunt nails scrape over the tender skin; Drake’s back arches as he pulls on the restraints.
“So beautiful,” I say again, then pick up a leather paddle and lightly tap the skin.
I know his every twitch, twist, or squirm he makes and the slight incline of his hips that pushes his bum up means he wants more.
After five hard smacks, Drake’s shoulders droop, and I know we’re reaching his limit.
I was surprised how quickly he started to loosen up around his family, to drop the intense, closed cage he’d kept wrapped around him for more than half his life.
It wasn’t overnight, but him talking to Noah through the tattooing sessions helped.
I think he is closer to likes and dislikes with Noah than with Memphis, who likes the softer approach to his scenes.
His new job excited him, and he wanted to share all his ideas with his family.
He still has his secrets, his previous positions had state secrets and strict NDA’s. His time in the army and subsequent work was often shrouded in mystery, but when we’re lying in bed, he talks to me about the parts when he was scared that he wouldn’t make it home.
Right now, he’s ready to come to get the relief he’s been chasing all evening. I untie him and flip him over onto his back. His arse hanging off the bench as I step between his legs, letting him wrap them around my waist.
I pull the plug from his arse and line my cock up to his well-lubed, softened, gaping hole. I wish I had time to get my tongue in there, but he’s hanging on by a thread. With one thrust, I bury my eager, aching knob inside him to the hilt. “What do you want, boy? Tell me, sweet boy, what you need.”
“To come, Sir. I don’t think I’m able to hold on much longer.” He pants and stares at me through black pupils so wide I can hardly see the hazel surrounding it.
“Thank you. Now stroke yourself but hold off until I say. I want us to come together.” I forget the people around us and focus only on him, my boy. It doesn’t take me long to catch up with Drake, and moments later, I’m commanding him to come as I pour my release into his hot, tight channel.
The lights on the stage dim, and I ease out of Drake’s body, then help him down and on his feet. In the dark secluded corner, I wrap him in my arms and hold him as he comes back down.
Later, when we’re both dressed, I lead Drake through to the corner booth we always use.
“Great scene, guys,” Saint says, which I take as high praise from the master Dom he is.
“This one here”—he shakes Noah’s nape, but he’s smiling— “Got very turned on, so I appreciate it. We’re going to have a lot of fun later. ”
We sit together, laughing and joking about shit until I feel Drake get heavy against me. He’s about done in and ready for some sleep. “It’s time to get this sleepy sub home and in bed. I took a lot from him today.”
“Thank you for tonight,” Drake says as he clicks his seatbelt in place. “I needed that.”
“You’ve been working so hard; you needed the release. Obviously, I got an enormous amount of pleasure too.”
The drive home is swift. It’s well past midnight, so there are very few cars on the road. Drake is quiet; I wonder if he’s fallen asleep, but he turns to look at me. “Did you give my idea any more thought.”
Drake wants to look into being foster parents. He wants to help kids the way his dads did.
I think it’s a great idea. I’d love to help a child in need. I’m not sure we’re at the right point in our lives. We’re still fucking like rabbits at every opportunity and spending time at Bound. Plus, we’re living in Drake’s apartment. It’s not big enough to bring children in to live with us.
“Yeah, I have. I think it’s a great idea and something we should check out. But not yet. Call me selfish, but I’m not ready to share you. Is that okay?”
I park the car and switch off the engine and look across the console at the man I love more than the world.
He smiles, and my heart beats faster. I stroke my finger down his cheek, over his stubble to cup his jaw. “I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I love you.”
“And I still love you more.”
It’s official: I’m suburban.
I gaze around the large living room with its big comfy sofas, the huge over the top flatscreen tv on the wall, and I imagine it when it’s full of my family. The thought makes me smile, broadening even more when Finn walks up to me and cups my jaw and kisses me softly.
“Are you ready?
Now, there’s the million-dollar question. The only answer is yes. I nod and kiss him back. “As much as I’ll ever be.”
That’s not true; I’m very excited. After all the courses we’ve taken, there’s no way not to be prepared. Pops has been a massive help and font of knowledge. This isn’t quite the rescue mission that my brothers and I had when we found Dad and Pops. But the trauma is still there.
“I’m sure the bloody clock has stopped,” I grumble to Finn as he leans against the back of one of the sofas. He smiles softly and shakes his head at me. “We can’t all be the calm and collected one,” I snark at him.
Before he can say anything, a car pulls up outside the house, and my stomach drops.
This is it. We’ve met Saxon a few times; he’s been to the house and has had one overnight stay.
He’s a smart kid who has been left to grow up without much help or supervision.
I never thought I was neglected, but who was caring for me when Mum was stoned, or when I had no clean clothes or decent food.
I always thought that all that happened was being abandoned.
The classes we took brought a lot of home truths crashing down on me.
So much so, that I finally sought out a therapist.
Saxon moving into our area means he will be going to a new school; the bullying he was subjected to makes it impossible for him to go back. Not that he would ever choose to step foot there again.
Finn opens the front door as Saxon gets out of the car. Amanda, his social worker, gets out and stands next to him, one hand on his shoulder. The kid is so thin, borderline starved. His clothes hang off him, and his skin is so pale, it’s almost translucent. I can’t wait to feed him up.
“Hey, Saxon, it’s good to see you again. Ready to settle in?” I’m surprised when he hugs me; I can feel his small frame trembling. “You’re okay. You’re in the right place now. You’re safe and loved.”
He leans back to look at me. “It’s really good to be here. Thank you, Drake. You and Finn are both so cool.”
“Finn? Cool? No way, he’s far too boring to be cool,” I laugh as Finn steps up to me and nudges his shoulder into mine.
“Come on, let’s go inside. We can get your bag up to your room. You can unpack when you’re ready. It’s going to be a lazy day here. We can order food in tonight, if you like.” Saxon picks up the holdall of all his worldly possessions. He’d dropped it between us when we hugged.
Amanda only stays for a little while; she’ll be coming in and out for a month and then only if we or Saxon need her.
Saxon goes upstairs as soon as she’s gone. It wasn’t in a sulky door-slamming way; I think he’s excited to be in his own space. He hasn’t ever been in a safe home. The one he was removed from, his supposed family home, is so far from the truth; a cell is more appropriate.
I’m disjointed. I want to go and see if he’s okay or needs any help, but Finn is saying to leave him. Well, no. Fuck that shit. I remember when I was first shown my room and all it had in it, I was overwhelmed; I couldn’t believe I had a bathroom to myself, hot showers whenever I wanted.
Finn follows me up the stairs. I know he doesn’t understand the importance of knowing you’re safe; he’s had a loving family and privileged life.
He’s not spoiled or snobbish, in fact, he’s one of the kindest, most generous men I’ve met.
Having a fabulous dick and wicked skills with a flogger also helps, but I don’t think Saxon needs to know about that side of our lives, not at twelve years old anyway.
His door is open, but I knock anyway. There’s no answer. “Saxon, are you okay?”
“Can we come in?” Finn asks, looking worried.
All I hear is a sniffle and the quietest, “Yes.”
We find Saxon on the floor in the corner opposite his bed.
“Hey, Saxon, buddy. What’s going on? Is there something wrong with the room?
We can change things if you don’t like it.
” He’d said he likes Anime art, so we’d decorated with them, not too much, but it looked good.
Noah had drawn Saxon in the same style from a photo we’d shown him and it’s now in a frame above the bed.
“Why are you giving me all this? I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had this.” He waves his arm around the room, making me wonder which of the pieces in here are new to him. Then I remembered Amanda’s run down on Saxon when we’d expressed an interest in fostering him.
“His room was empty, bar a few blankets.” I shuddered at the statement.