Too Dear for Deer

Chapter 5

5

SCOTT

Deer tasted like innocence. He was young and idealistic, a rose in a garden of thorns—untouched and beautiful but surrounded by pricks. I didn’t know what led him to this situation or why he was so desperate for cash, but the people who’d failed him deserved death.

He said he didn’t have a savior complex, but I certainly did.

First Avery, now Deer. I wanted to package him in Bubble Wrap and keep him protected from the world. Even though he knew jack shit about pet play, he’d grabbed a collar and leash he’d found in his room and put them on, eager to please me. If he continued on the path of being a sub, he’d make a Dom very happy.

I leaned into him and nibbled his bottom lip. Together, we rose until we were both standing. He moaned so prettily and pushed up onto his toes, as though he needed to get as close as he could. His lips were silky, the softest I’d ever kissed in my life, and I could become addicted to the way he keened into my mouth, the desperation for more egging him on.

Pinkness brushed across his pale cheeks, and I took a moment to break the kiss so I could study his gorgeous face. He stared at me, brown irises so dark the color bled into his blown pupils.

I stroked my thumb over his chin. “Hi there, pretty boy. You still with me?”

“Mm?” He blinked up at me, lashes fluttering. His cock jerked, a string of precum drooling from the slit. He rocked on his feet and sucked on his bottom lip. “Yes. I’m here.”

I laughed quietly. “How about you help me wash up?” I gestured at the wound Hashtag had since dug a bullet out of, cleaned, and stitched. Choosing him to come around was the right move. He had plenty of experience. “I’m going to need a rest after this.”

“Oh.” He frowned, mouth pouted in thought. He peeked down at his cock, and I chuckled again.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” I winked and smoothed a palm over the back of his neck. Caressing my fingers against his skin above the collar, I grinned at him. “You look after me, I’ll look after you. Whatd’ya reckon?”

He blinked, then blinked again, and I watched as reality slipped back into the depths of his dark gaze. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, and offered me a sweet smile. “I reckon that sounds awesome.”

I slid my hand down to his and linked our fingers. “Come with me.”

Taking a moment to make sure he was comfortable—by the way he bounced on his toes, it looked as though he was—I led him out and down the hallway. The wooden floorboards were heated, which made them pleasant under our feet as I guided him to my room. It was more of a minisuite than an actual bedroom . My section of the apartment was larger than two of the guest rooms combined, made up of a sizable bathroom, two walk-in closets, and then my sleeping area.

The bathroom had two glass-encased showers on either side. A tub sat in the middle of the space on top of the black marbled tile with a view from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dual basins broke up a long counter. Everything allowed two, or more, people to easily function in the room at once.

“Fucking hell.” Deer exhaled and his mouth parted as he stared around the area. “This bathroom is fucking huge. It’s much bigger than the one in my room.”

“That’s not the only thing big in my apartment.” I waggled my eyebrows and looked pointedly down at my crotch.

He sputtered out a laugh. “Yeah, the beds are, too.”

“Ha freaking ha.” I dragged him toward the bathtub and took a seat on the edge while he stayed standing. He eyed me carefully, rocking his weight from one foot to the other as though he wasn’t quite sure what to do next. I pointed at the shower to my left, the one I usually used. “There’s a clean sponge in there. How about you grab it and help me wash around my wound before I get in the shower to rinse off the grime of the day?”

He licked his lips and lowered his gaze, letting it roam over my chest. Dried blood streaked down past my armpit and over my ribs. While Hashtag had washed the wound and thrown on a bandage, he hadn’t gone farther in cleaning me up, claiming “ that’s why you have your cute buck .”

Buck. A male deer. Hashtag thought he was so clever.

Deer moved toward the shower, the leash swinging from his neck as he walked, and opened the glass door, sneaking in to steal the new sponge inside. He came back to one of the basins and switched on the tap, wetting the sponge before he switched it off again, and then turned toward me. His hesitation only lasted a few moments before he raised his chin and stepped forward, as if he was going to war. It was fucking adorable. I pressed my lips together to stop from laughing.

He went to work, gently wiping the sponge over the dried blood, scrubbing it away until I began to feel very clean again.

“Your friend did a good job,” he murmured, eyeing me from beneath long lashes.

I hummed in agreement. “I would hope so. He used to be a nurse.”

“Used to be?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Why isn’t he now?”

I shook my head. As an Australian moving over to the United States, I kind of knew what I was getting into, but it wasn’t until I’d arrived here that I’d realized the true extent of certain issues. Public health was one of those issues . “The hospital system and their greediness. It makes villains of those who got into the field to help.”

A sadness crossed his face. “Yeah, it isn’t the best.”

That was an understatement. It was atrocious. I was lucky I had a lot of money. I’d studied business at uni, knew a bad system when I saw one, but I could also see how easily money could warp a person’s sense of morality. My family’s business had a lot of negative effects in the world, and I still took my earnings. I wasn’t a saint.

“What do you do? You’re ...a millionaire or something, right?”

I laughed. “My dad was a billionaire . He was a mining magnate in Australia.” I watched as he fumbled but quickly gained his confidence again. “I’m a...what do you call it? A female’s an heiress, so that makes me an heir, right?” I glanced over my shoulder toward the windows, where the nighttime lights of the city glittered diamond bright. Every time I stared outside of my apartment, I was reminded of my fortune. “When he died, my brothers and I inherited his business. I do nothing for it, but my brothers still send me my share.”

He wrinkled his nose. “So, you don’t have a job?”

I quirked a grin at him and flicked him on the hip, making his cock jerk. “I never said that. If I sat in this tower all day like Rapunzel, I’d get bored.”

He flashed a wide grin, amusement dancing across his face. “You’d make a sexy Rapunzel. I’d happily be your prince and ask you to let down your hair.”

“That’s basically what you did at the bar, wasn’t it?” I leaned toward him and dropped a kiss on his mouth, earning a surprised gasp in response. “But instead of love, you get money.”

An emotion I couldn’t figure out flickered across his face and he shrugged. “I guess so.”

After that, we fell into silence. He worked on taking off my bandage and cleaning around my wound, a little slowly if you asked me, and I watched him. I wasn’t able to tear my gaze away.

“How often do you have showers here?” I grinned when he sent me a confused frown.

“What?” He was caught between focusing on washing my chest and glancing at me, and he was fucking precious as he did it. I’d never quite thought of a grown man as beautiful , but Deer certainly was.

“When I first got here, I was treated like a space alien.” I chuckled. “Back in Australia, I showered twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night. I lived in the tropical part of the country, up north in Queensland. You’d sweat even when you weren’t doing a bloody thing. So, I showered twice a day. Bad days, three times.” I shrugged, then winced when my right shoulder gave me an aching reminder of the injury. “I came here, and I still had two showers a day to begin with. I’ve got a friend, Zombie, who treated me as if I was unhinged. He thought I was cray cray for showering so much.” I snorted. “I guess it gets hot here, but not as humid as Queensland, so you don’t need to shower so much.”

“Why are we talking about showers?” The corner of his mouth quirked and amusement danced in his eyes.

I lowered my stare to the collar on his slim neck, the kind of brown that matched his eyes perfectly, almost as though it was made specifically for him.

“Because I’m about to have one?” I grasped his wrist to stop him from cleaning and brought it to my mouth. I laid a kiss over his pulse point, and he watched, eyes a little wider. “Let’s take this off you.” I unbuckled the collar from his neck and threw it, along with the leash, on the vanity counter—not able to do much else from where I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

He pouted at me. “Why? We’re not going to...you know?”

I raised my eyebrows, and he turned a pretty pink again. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I? Get me naked, put a dry bandage on my wound, and we’ll get wet.”

“I already showered,” he protested with a smirk.

I chuckled. “This one’s with me. Trust me, you’ll really enjoy it.”

He did as he was told. He dropped the sponge on the vanity, found a first aid kit in the cabinet I directed him to, and bandaged me up once more—this time with waterproof gear. I kicked off my shoes. Then, he unbuttoned my pants after I stood, giving him access to tug them and my underwear down around my ankles.

I stepped out of my clothes and nudged them to the side—shoes and socks included—somewhere toward the laundry basket that my maid usually handled every second day. I would have to grab my knife and its sheath later.

My cock jumped with the movement, and Deer’s gaze shot downward to get a good look, his eyes widening a tad. I held in the urge to chuckle. I wasn’t massive , but I wasn’t small, either. Seven and a half inches had done me well in life, even though I knew for a fact Zombie was fucking ten. A fucking monster, if you asked me, and any sane man who enjoyed a good fucking wouldn’t go near him, but then there were plenty of men and women who were happy to take it for a ride. Took all kinds.

“Oh.” He swallowed visibly. “You are big.”

“You sound surprised. I did warn you.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, but guys always say they’re big, and then you get them naked and you’re disappointed.”

“Been disappointed a lot?” I grinned.

He sighed dramatically. “Too many times.”

“What are you? Twenty-one? You look barely old enough to be let into a bar.”

He glared. “I’m twenty-five, thank you very much. My younger brother’s twenty-four, so even he’s older than your guess.”

I made an amused sound in the back of my throat. “Fair enough. What about we get into the shower, and I show you how I’ll take care of you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.” He hesitated, then held out his hand to me as though I needed the help.

I’ve injured my shoulder, not my legs. I didn’t say the words, though. He was nice, and I wasn’t going to make him sad. I took his hand, and he led me over to the shower, opening the glass door and leaning in to switch on the taps.

“You’ll need to keep the bandage dry. Stitches can’t get wet for a couple of days. Hot or medium?” He threw me a glance over his shoulder.

I chuckled. “You put on the waterproof bandage. It’s fine. I like it hot. Very, very hot.”

His cheeks blazed again, and I grinned widely. I followed the length of his spine with my gaze, appreciating the expanse of his back and the curve of his arse. He was all flawless skin and long lines. This young man hadn’t seen a day of real work in his life.

I whacked him on the arse, hard enough to elicit a squeak, and grinned. I was a weak man when it came to a nice arse, and he certainly had one of those. No sane man would be able to resist a good spank when those cheeks were so close.

He turned toward me, once he had the shower on, and his cock bounced and curved up, pink at the tip and begging for attention. Soon. I gave his hard-on a gentle slap, causing it to swing from side to side.

He pouted down at his cock. “What was that for?”

I laughed. “Giving you a taste.” Winking, I gestured at the shower. “You first, dear .”

He slipped past the open glass door to step inside, and I followed him, closing it. Steam billowed around us, the heat of the water splashing down on me almost immediately. It was a rainfall shower, so the water came from above us. I had the setting switched so it was a stronger pressure, and the force kneaded my sore muscles. I made sure to keep my shoulder out of the stream as much as possible. Despite what I’d said, the last thing I needed was Hashtag bitching if he had to redo his work.

I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the water over my good shoulder and arm, and when I opened them again, I couldn’t help but smile. Deer was leaning against the wall, eyes closed and mouth parted in pure bliss. The water sluiced over his slender muscles, trailing down his small pecs and soft belly, and I followed it down until my gaze met his cock. Flushed and still very hard, he was the epitome of sex.

I curled my arm around his waist and hauled him close.

He gasped, eyes flying open so he could stare up at me with those big brown irises. Laying his hands on my chest, he chewed on the corner of his mouth nervously.

“You’re gorgeous, did you know?” I swept down to lay a line of kisses over his jaw until I reached the section where it met his neck, then nipped the skin there.

He hummed and pushed up on tiptoe. A taste of cotton candy assaulted my tongue as I lapped at the expanse of his flesh. How was he so sweet? “Fuckin’ hell.”

He groaned and tipped his head back farther, hands gripping my upper arms with his nails digging in. “Please.”

“What do you want?” I sucked a bruise just below his jaw and only pulled back when I was satisfied with the mark I’d left behind. “Tell me.”

“You said you’d take care of me.” He whimpered, a soft sound that had my blood shooting south and filling my cock. I didn’t think I’d have the energy, but he was quickly proving me wrong.

“And I will, my sweet reindeer.” I nuzzled his neck with my nose and inhaled him, the candy scent flooding my senses until my legs basically gave out. I went to my knees and rubbed my hands over his lightly furred thighs. “All those stupid blokes tonight, not seeing how pretty you are.”

He visibly shuddered and leaned against the wall again. Blinking down at me, he licked his lips. His skin was pleasantly flushed from the heat of the water, the pink spreading across his shoulders and down his chest, reaching as far as his cock, and he made a fucking gorgeous sight.

I slid my hands around to his arse and gave his globes a nice big squeeze. “You’re real pretty, you know that?”

“Men aren’t pretty,” he whispered breathlessly.

“You are.” I pressed a kiss to his hip bone, and he shivered. “So fucking pretty. I could have anyone I wanted with the money I have, but I saw you and I wanted you.” I smirked up at him. “You’re mine for December, and I’m going to enjoy every second.”

I pressed my nose against the base of his cock, inhaling the fresh masculine scent that came from him. I couldn’t get enough and craved more. Deer’s cock wasn’t big, but he wasn’t small, either. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say he was around the five and a half inches range. And it was the most beautiful cock I’d seen in my life. A tad pinker than the rest of his skin, his cock glistened where it stood out proud and tall. His length had a constellation of blue veins and the head was wider than the rest of it—perfect for me to take his pleasure.

Darting out my tongue, I licked the underside of his cock from base to tip. I eased the head into my mouth, sucking gently.

He whimpered and his legs shook.

I grasped his hips to keep him upright as his knees nearly buckled. Agony flooded through me, beginning in my injured shoulder, but this wasn’t the first time I’d been hurt and wouldn’t be the last. There was something special when you mixed pleasure with some pain. He wasn’t heavy, and holding him up against the wall took little effort from me as I sucked more of his cock between my lips. I trailed my tongue under his hard-on, and he dragged in air between his teeth.

“Oh fuck.” He threw his head back, and the clonk that echoed in the shower made me wince. That must’ve hurt.

I pulled away to stare up at him, my fingers curling around the base of his cock and stroking gently. “Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to damage that beautiful head of yours.” I grinned. “You ever had an injured man suck you off in the shower?”

A sharp breath escaped him. “Only been blown once.”

I froze, the surprise of his words stopping all my movements. “What?”

His entire face and neck turned a bright red and it wasn’t from the heat of the shower. He laughed awkwardly and glanced away, staring at the glass door behind me. “Don’t worry.”

I reached around and slapped his arse, eliciting another gasp.

He turned wide eyes to me.

“You said you’ve only been sucked off once. That true?”

“I’m not a v-virgin.” His face crumpled, and while I was sure he wasn’t about to cry, he certainly looked like he was about to flee. I held his hips tighter so he couldn’t move.

“I never said you were, sweetheart.” I swept my fingers over his hip bone, caressing him with gentleness to ease his fears. “I only wanted to know what’s wrong with men your age. Who wouldn’t want to suck your pretty little cock?”

He flushed even more, and I laughed.

“I’m average size, not little . Just above five inches, thank you. Not all of us can have... that. ” He nodded down at my cock, but not without a hungry expression twisting his face. Oh, he wanted me bad.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I ignored his obvious need for me, or at least, my cock—that’d be for later. I was going to take my sweet time with Deer. I nuzzled the head of his length and laid a kiss on the tip, causing him to tremble.

“Out of the three boyfriends I’ve had, only one wanted to suck my dick, and he only did it once for my birthday.” He crossed his arms, and while it appeared as though he was annoyed, I didn’t miss the insecurity beneath the wall he was quickly putting up. No, that wasn’t going to happen while I was around.

“You dated fucking knobs.” I licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, and it twitched, growing darker and pinker around the head.

His mouth opened as a small whimper slipped from him.

“Let me tell you something about me, Deer. I’m a service Dom. Do you know what that means?”

He blinked down at me with those big doe eyes again before he shook his head. “I don’t know much about BDSM. I’ve never done it. I have wanted to try it out, though. See what it’s like.”

I grinned and smoothed my hands down his thighs, stopping to give them a good squeeze. “My pleasure comes from giving my submissive pleasure. I crave to see you come apart under my touch—my tongue, my mouth, and my cock. I want to see you to the point of bone-deep exhaustion by how many times I can make you come in one night. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never settle for less than a man who’ll treat you as a prince. Do you understand?”

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, and he looked like.... Well, like a deer in headlights. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, um, I see.”

I laughed at his awkwardness and kissed his hip again.

“So, you don’t want to fuck me or make me wear a collar?” Disappointment edged into his voice and a small pout worked its way onto his lips. He spread his legs farther, though, giving me more access to his cock.

I winked up at him. “Oh sweet, sweet Deer, I am going to do all those things. I can give you lots of pleasure by fucking you or having you submit to me as a pet, too.” I swiped my tongue over his slit, and he cursed, throwing his head back again. “Now, let me show you how a real man takes care of you.”

“Yes. Please .” He fluttered those long eyelashes. How had no other man recognized this treasure? It only proved my point of how stupid those men at the bar were.

I slipped his cock back into my mouth, sucking lightly at first before adding more pressure. In deference to my injury, I used the hand on that side to caress his hip and slid the other behind his balls, stroking his taint. I watched his face, focusing on every little twitch.

He grasped my hair and tugged roughly, a breathy wail spilling from him as he bowed his back. I swirled my tongue across the notch below the head of his shaft, and the sounds he made grew louder than the spray of the shower. He switched between quivering and tensing, as if he couldn’t decide what helped with the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

My cock throbbed, balls drawn tight and ready for action. Seeing Deer like this, hearing him, was exactly what I hungered for.

His pleasure was mine.

I had him on the edge too quickly, and as much as I wanted to enjoy every second I could get, I needed to blow his mind while he shot his load. His knees shook, but he managed to stay upright. At least, until I took him as deeply as I could, the tip of his length hitting the back of my throat. And then, it was over in a yell of pleasure and a rush of cum I was disappointed I didn’t get to taste—because it was too far back in my mouth.

I came, too, my world narrowing on him and how lewd the sounds he made were as his orgasm struck him. The straining I did as I lost my load added to the sharp agony in my shoulder, and together, the pleasure and pain were bliss.

He panted and slid down the wall, and I carefully helped him until his arse was on the floor. A ragged breath left him and he closed his eyes.

“Wow.”

I grinned wickedly and leaned in for a kiss, and he tilted his chin, accepting my mouth on his happily. We explored each other for a few lazy moments before I sat back onto my knees. “That’s what a good blowjob feels like.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. You blew my brains out.”

“Good. I’m glad.” I cupped his face and petted his soft cheek with my thumb. “This month is yours as much as it’s mine, Deer, and I’m going to enjoy every second of what I’ll do to you.”

He made a small sound in the back of his throat, as if a moan had gotten caught while he was clearing it. “Yeah. Okay.”

Shaking my head at his adorableness, I rose and held out a hand. I switched off the shower and helped him up. We took the time to dry ourselves, but I felt his eyes on me. I shot him a wink, and he quickly glanced away again, his face and neck flushing a deep red.

“I should put a new bandage over the stitches.” He frowned in concern, but I shrugged it off as I glanced down at my throbbing shoulder.

“It’s fine.”

He wrinkled his nose, as though he didn’t quite believe me.

“I know you don’t have clothes right now, but you can either get them from your place tomorrow or buy a whole new wardrobe.” I tied my towel around my waist and crossed my arms before I was reminded of my wound. Wincing, I dropped my arms carefully. “I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, so I will need to leave you for a while, but the morning is ours. I’m much bigger than you, but I have some clothes that belong to my mate when he comes to visit. He’s about your size. You can borrow some of his for sleep and in the morning.”

He wrapped the towel around his hips and held it there with his hand. Nodding eagerly, he smiled. “That sounds good. I appreciate it.”

I smirked and sidled closer to him. Curling my good arm around his lower back, I hauled him against me, careful that he didn’t knock me in the sore shoulder. “This is how it’s going to go, my dear . Tomorrow morning, I am going to wake you up with my face between your arsecheeks.”

He startled, eyes widening.

“My first breakfast of the day is your hole.” Delight fizzed inside me at his alarmed, but hungry, expression. “I am going to have you coming in the bed, and then after that, I’m going to take you down to the restaurant in this building. We’re going to have a proper breakfast with food—” I waggled my eyebrows at him. “—and at some point, we’re going to the sex store Hashtag told me about tonight. You’re going to choose what pet you are.”

His pupils grew larger and his irises nearly disappeared completely.

“We’re going to buy ears with antlers and a tail and whatever else in the store interests you .” I slammed my mouth against his, and he moaned, but I broke away before he could get into it. “You’ll need to entertain yourself for a few hours during my meeting.”

He nodded, and I appreciated the eagerness. Such an obedient pet.

“When we get back to the building, I’ll see about getting you access to my apartment for the month of December. How does that sound?”

I barely finished before he was speaking. “Yes, yeah, definitely.”

I snorted in amusement and tapped him on the nose. “You’re fucking adorable, sweetheart.” I physically turned him and slapped him on the arse. “Off you go to bed. We’ll start the morning with my breakfast early, so make sure you get good rest. Avery’s clothes are in the guest room next to yours. In that wardrobe. Make sure you get some.”

He groaned and threw me the most sinful stare I’d ever seen over his shoulder. Then, he left my bathroom like the good sub he was. I shook my head at how easily he followed orders. I was more than intrigued by this American sweetheart—I was enamored and ready to spend the entire month showing him what being a service Dom meant. I hadn’t lied when I’d told him that by the time I was done with him, he’d know his worth and wouldn’t accept anything less.

Chuckling, I went over to the dirty laundry to get my knife and other gear. I grabbed my mobile out of the pocket of my pants and unlocked it, not surprised by all the messages from Avery. Of course, Hashtag had contacted him straight away to give him the goss.

He’d sent four texts, which honestly was less than I’d expected to have received.

Avery

Hashtag told me you had a pretty sub staying at your apartment. Give me details!!!

Avery

What’s his hair color? Eyes? Cute bum?

Avery

better yet. Picture!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Avery

yes, I did have to put all those exclamation marks. You’re clearly having fun. I’ll leave you alone. Talk to me when you’re done! I want to know everything. enjoy

I groaned. Bloody hell. He was so impatient and clearly needed a Dom of his own to keep him preoccupied and away from the gossip of my life. I checked the next message, which was from my older brother, Christian, or as he’d been nicknamed since he was a kid—Skippy.

Skippy

Avery sent me a text and said you got yourself a boyfriend. He asked me to ask you for a picture. Why is your friend sending me to do his dirty work?

I snorted and shut off my phone. I’d handle them tomorrow. Tonight, I was going to dream about all the filthy things I would do to Deer in the morning.