Friday, March 23, 2012

Yes, Master Pt. 12

Hey guys!  Sorry for the delay in postings.  Lots of stuff has been happening the past couple of weeks and everything took first place over writing unfortunately.  Lately I've been very emotional (No, for the thousandth time, I am NOT pregnant) and have been adjusting to huge changes in my life that I wasn't ready for.  All I can say is that it is definitely reflected in my writing as of late.  Everything is either super deep and intense or just a good old fashioned tear jerking moment.  So I apologize if this isn't what your used to but I actually find it therapeutic to write a few of these scenes.

I do hope you enjoy the surprise plot twist and stick around for the craziness ahead.   Consider all the slow moments behind you after this part and get ready for some action.  Thanks for sticking around guys!!!  XOXOXO NIGHT


"Well I guess it's time then. You ready? " Tate smiled up me.

"Guess I have to be huh?"


I had never been a nervous person but where Tate was involved, my macho surety seemed to fall to the wayside. Now here I was, in jeans and a sweater, walking into my boyfriend's parent's house that smelled like mouth watering, homemade bread and wiping my sweaty palms behind my back. Norman Rockwell, anyone?  I snorted quietly at the thought and followed Tate into a large living area with comfortable looking, overstuffed furniture.  A piano sat off to one side, definitely cared for as not a speck of dust could be seen atop the gleaming exterior.  My mother had always tried to get me to take lessons but I never had the patience required to sit for that long. Plus, my hands were too big and I always pressed more than one key at a time. Oh well.

Besides that one elegance in the room, everything else was what I would call homey. Not in a shabby, patch work quilts and vanilla candles sort of way. More like clean and well kept but familiar, almost like you should have been here all along. In reality though, I had never set foot in this house, and the very thought made me feel cheated somehow. I sighed and cleansed myself of the pity party, only to be assaulted by my other senses. A light cinnamon scent mingled with the smell of soul food and I felt that this gorgeous house had always smelled this way. Both of my parent's homes had smelled like nothing. Sometimes you could catch the scent of cigar and scotch or Chanel number five but other than that, it smelled like absolutely nothing.
I ran a hand over the maple colored banister that butted up against the door way. It was smooth under my fingers but you could still feel the smallest of fractures in the grain and it reminded me of the bar in my father's study when I was child. I would hide in the cabinet underneath it just to listen to my father's voice and I knew the texture of the wood against my skin from many long hours of eavesdropping. He was never around to 'bond' and it was the only time I could really spend with him, even if he didn't know I was there. No. His time was better spent with his after-hours smoking buddies and colleagues. But for some reason, his voice was still better than any bed time story the nanny could ever read me.
A hand touched my arm and I almost jumped. "Oliver?" Tate was looking at me with concern but I shook my head and smiled.  Grabbing my hand reassuringly, my boy smiled back.

Three women were sitting by the window, staring at us in silent study. The oldest women fought not to smile as she stood up and walked over to us. Her short dark bob swayed with every step and her blue eyes regarded Tate with warmth. Looking between us for a minute, she put a hand under Tate's chin, searching his eyes.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Ma, come on. Don't start that crap." Tate grabbed her hand in his and pressed a kiss to it. "Shouldn't you be saying hello and pestering him to death anyways?"
"Psh. You're my baby and he can wait. No offense." She smiled at me.
"None taken." I shrugged, putting my hands behind my back.
"Are you getting enough to eat? You look skinny and you have circles under your eyes."
"I'm fine Ma, promise." Tate rolled his eyes.
"Okay Ma, you had your turn and I can’t sit here any longer. Who is this?" The tallest women stood from the couch and approached, long dark hair swung in a braid down her back.
"This is Oliver. Oliver this is Sadie, my older sister and this is my mother Marnie. That over there is Carly, Tommy's wife. "The petite blonde still sitting on the couch gave a small wave. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy, no doubt from crying and just the sight of this poor woman suffering at the hands of Rutovsky made me want to scream.
"It's a pleasure to meet all of you." I smiled and Sadie grinned, crossing her arms.
"Boyfriend, huh? That’s what Tommy said anyway. Sure nabbed yourself a big one there Tator Tot."
"Sadie!" Tate huffed and his eyes went wide. Tator Tot? I covered a laugh with a cough and drew my lips tight.  He looked up at me with reddened cheeks and quickly looked back at his sister. "Great, just wonderful, Sadie. Thank you for that. "
"Sweetheart, if he can't deal with us, then he has no business being here at all. Seems like he's holding up okay to me, aren't you Oliver? "Marnie chuckled.
"Yes Ma'am. I think I'll be fine. "Even though I had no experience with these ‘meeting the family rituals’, I liked these people already.
Sadie raised a brow. "We'll see how you feel later."
"He'll be fine," Tate replied, threading his arm through mine.
"Whatever you say Tot.  Beware of Tommy though. He’s kind of pissed you didn’t say nothin’ to him first." Sadie raised a brow.

"Tommy will get over it.  And what’s with the ‘we’ll see’ bull?  It’s not like Luke was just peachy perfect when you first brought him around but you married him didn't you? " Tate cut back at her. I stiffened and drew in a sharp breath. Married? Oh my God. Was that where he thought we...No way.
"Jesus, get a load of that face, " Sadie roared with laughter.
Tate looked at me and his smile fell. His tightly wrapped arm fell away from mine. "I'm gonna go find Dad. I'll be back in a bit. " Okay, what just happened?
I went to follow, but Marnie grabbed my arm with a wink. Looking satisfied with herself, the tall thin brunette watch Tate solemnly retreat from the living room while Marnie guided me to the sofa.
"Don't worry about him. He's always been the sensitive one, and bless his little heart for it but he wouldn't have brought you here to be tortured if you didn't mean something to him in the first place. And Sadie, cool it. "The mother of three pointed a finger at her eldest.
“Oh come on, Ma, I was just playin’ around, "Sadie huffed.
"No you were being protective of him, which I understand but today is not the day to start crap." Marnie subtly jerked her head towards Carla who was staring out the window.  “We’ve already had a long day and Tate and Oliver came over to be with the family, not to be harassed.  So, apologize.”
Sadie sighed and nodded. "Fine.  I'm sorry Oliver. He's my little brother and you're the first guy... Well never mind but let's just play nice for the rest of the night okay? "
"I was playing nice, Sadie." I smiled and she chuckled.
"Yeah, he'll fit in just fine.” Sadie told her mother before a stark naked screaming toddler ran through the living room and down the hall. Luke came panting into the room and looked around.
"Five minutes is all I wanted and I can't even get that!" Sadie threw her hands up and rose from the sofa.
"I turned around for a second Sade and he was gone. The kid is like a ninja," Luke retorted, grabbing the towel that was slung around his shoulder.
"Yeah, our two year old, the ninja. Maybe he can get a couple of gigs and help you pay for that ‘man grill’ that you just had to have. Matty! You get back here right now... "The exasperated mother stomped after her wild toddler.
"Aw, come on Sade.  It’s just a grill," Luke whined, following Sadie down the hall.
“Then how come you spend more time with that damn thing than you do…” A door slammed down the hall.

Marnie shook her head and grinned. "You'll have to forgive Sadie. She's not usually this aggressive. Having a toddler and a newborn will do a number on you and your poor husband though.  Luke, bless him is the only one who could ever put up my daughter’s stubbornness and I thank God everyday for him."
“It’s alright Mrs. Raymee.  I knew I would instantly become the black sheep the moment I walked in the door.  No harm done.” I gripped my knees, flashing a confident smile.  Inside though, I was a nervous wreck.  What did she think of me?  Why was she looking at me like that?  Did I say something wrong?  Doesn’t Carly say anything? Ugh, this is horrible.  Tate, where the fuck are you?
"Carly, honey why don't you go check on the lasagna and start setting the table, " Tate's mother turned and spoke to her daughter-in-law.
Carly jumped a little at the sound of her name but nodded her head. It was as if she were in her own world, even as she headed out the room. She glanced over her shoulder, hiding most of face behind her blonde locks but not before I spotted the pain in her eyes. The tiny blonde ducked out of the room and Marnie patted my knee.
"Seems all my babies are having issues today," she sighed and wriggled her nose a little. Her elegant blue eyes flicked up to me. "So, are you going to tell me what's really going on or do I have weasel it out of you?"
"Excuse me?" Sitting back, I drew my brows together. I knew she was too sweet to be true. Here we go.
"I wasn’t about to have this conversation in front of that poor child.” Marnie paused and crossed her legs. “Tate looks like a wreck even though he hides behind that shiny little smile. You're trying to hold him together but you look just as exhausted as he is. Now, I want to know where you came from, who you are, and what is going on between you and my son. Don't try and leave anything out, because I will find out and I am someone you want to be honest with from the get go. So..." She crossed her arms and sighed. Well shit. This woman was not messing around and her eyes looked like a hawk ready to swoop in on its prey.
I cleared my throat and ran a finger around the front of my sweater at my throat. It was suddenly really hot in here. "Uh, I met Tate at Tommy's birthday party a few weeks back."
"How come Tommy never said anything about you then?" Marnie's eyes narrowed in speculation.
" was kind of a private ordeal. And uh, Tommy had been drinking. I...I gave Tate a ride home." I wiped the back of my hand along my forehead. Damn, I was starting to burn up.
"What you meant to say was that you and my son met in a sexual manner, ditched his own brother's birthday party, and now you are...his boyfriend? Well that must have been some kind of sex." She smiled but her eyes were still full of steel.

I bit back the cough itching at the back of my throat and darted a glance towards the entryway, hoping to spot a sign of Tate but it was a futile effort. While my breathing was even, my fists were digging into the soft fabric of the couch as this small woman drove her bamboo shoots under finger nails, figuratively speaking of course. Marnie raised her brows. A lone shell painted finger nail tapped against her arm in wait.
"Yes Ma'am," I replied and one side of her mouth quirked up in a sly smile.
"At least you have some manners and enough respect for Tate to be honest with his mother. I'll admit that I'm still on the fence about you, seeing as how you seem to be a little more experienced in life and this relationship only started recently. But I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for now. Make no mistake though Oliver, if you break my son's heart...not a penny in the world will buy you the safety you'll need from me." She knew all this from just looking at me? Whoa.
"I understand and I want to be clear that I have no intention of hurting Tate," I relayed.
"What exactly are your intentions then Oliver? I know Tate was just trying to defend you earlier with Sadie but your face spoke volumes. Do you intend to settle down with a partner one day Oliver? Because I’ll tell you right now, Tate wants it all.  He wants the house, the dog, the pretty husband, and the two point five children.  Did you know that?" She crossed her leg and sat back. Marnie Raymee reminded me of my old therapist and strangely a little like my own mother and neither were people I cared to remember at the moment.
"Mrs. Raymee I'm going to tell you this as politely as I can but forgive me if it comes across brash. I don't really think right now is the time to have this discussion. Everyone seems to be on edge today and our relationship is barely two weeks old.  Not exactly the time to start talking about kids and dogs. What I think is happening here is you are trying to scare me into making a run for it, so that Tate doesn't get hurt, because obviously that’s my intention, or as everyone seems to think. I know I'm his first relationship and truthfully, he's my first as well. Yes, I have always known I was gay but I had never thought about or felt things for another man the way I do with Tate. I can assure you I will never harm your son physically or emotionally and if anyone ever does, they better pray to God they turn invisible, because I will find them and skin them alive."
She grinned and her eyes relaxed, letting the fine wrinkles around her eyes smooth back into place. "You seem sincere enough, so I'll let it go for today but you're still on probation for the time being. Good with you Romeo?" She squeezed my hand.
"Sounds alright to me."
"I think Sadie was right. You might just fit in after all," she chuckled. "Tell me about yourself though. I think the boys should catch up a minute and we have some time before dinner is ready."
"What would you like to know?" I offered.

"How about your work? What do you do?"
"I'm the CEO of Caldwell Industries. We buy properties all over the world and renovate them for sale to other buyers. My business also involves smaller sales like local businesses and backs them financially through their first year of business and any renovations they need until they can pay us back, which when working with one of my agents is usually no more than twenty four months.  It helps people out and earns us a decent profit on the side every year. Mainly though, we deal in the larger properties like warehouses, waterfront docks, high rise complexes, and industrial plants; that sort of thing. Not very interesting I bet huh?" I looked up from running my hands together in thought and saw Marnie staring at me. Her face was a mixture of emotions but the one that stood out the most was shock.
"You know Mr. Rutovsky then I bet," she sighed.
"Yes," I grit.
"I hate that man. The way he treats Tate and the way he did Tommy. He ruins lives and yet, Tate still works for him." She shook her head.  He hadn't told them?
"Not anymore," I breathed and she grabbed my hand.
"What do you mean?" The dark haired woman hissed and leaned over to peek out the door.
"I mean, Tate is now working for my company. Rutovsky fired him after he found out that Tate and I were seeing each other. Guess he couldn't stand the competition," I smirked but remembering that day in his office still made me see red. The image of those beautiful blue greens rimmed with red, tears flowing down his soft cheeks and his pleading voice was too much.
"That's why that bastard did this, isn't it? He wanted my child and he couldn't have him, so he started going after everything he could get his hands on to hurt Tate." She covered her mouth with a small hand in shock.
"Yes, well part of it but please don't say anything to Tate. He's stressed out as it is and you all seem to take that away from him. I just wanted a few hours for him to relax and get away from all the bull shit. I mean...Sorry," I whispered and Marnie took her hand away and chuckled.
"I won't say a word but will you do me a favor?" She looked up and her blue eyes wavered. "Do whatever you can to make Alex Rutovsky's life a living hell."
My throat vibrated with the deep laugh that sounded. Marnie laughed a little too and squeezed my knee. "Ma'am, you don't have to worry about a thing. Consider it done."
"Oh and Oliver?"
"Yes Ma'am?"

"Call me Marnie."
The sun was setting and the orange glow of its departure cast everything in soft haze of light. The back porch was large and creaked under my weight until I stopped at the edge of the steps. In the vast backyard, Luke, Tommy, and a large, dark haired man ran around with a football. They didn't notice as I stood there watching them shout and joke around with one another. But I wasn’t here for them and I started to search all over the yard for Tate but couldn't find him anywhere.
"Hey." A voice startled me and I spun around. Tate sat Indian style on the porch swing watching me. He pushed his bangs back and tucked his stray hair behind his ear before patting the empty space next to him.
"Hey," I whispered and sat down. Stretching my arms behind me on the back of the swing, I captured Tate by the shoulder and pulled him close. "You okay?"
"Yeah. You?" He tilted his head up and looked at me.
I grinned. "You mean did I survive your mother after you left me to the wolves? Yeah, we're good. I'm on probation though, so don't test me."His brow quirked.
"Probation? Uh oh, what did you do?" He licked his bottom lip and my fingers dug into his back.
"It's what I haven't done yet that you should worry about," my voice was husky.
He stretched his back and brought his lips close. I barely had the chance the feel his mouth on mine before a chorus of cat calls had me whipping my head around. The boys had stopped throwing the ball around to watch us. The largest man, who I took to be Mr. Raymee walked up to the porch. His dark hair was nothing more than cleanly cut stubble on top of his head and dark brows sat on top of piercing green eyes that seemed to look through my soul. His shoulders were broad and his muscles strained under a button up flannel shirt.
I looked up and for the first time in my entire life I was intimidated. Tate snorted and blushed but rose from the swing. His father grabbed him around the shoulders and hugged him tight. A knot formed in my throat at the small gesture and I looked away. What would it have been like to hug my father? Maybe then he would...No, he wouldn't. Give it up Oliver.
"Hey Pop," Tate patted his Dad on the back before they broke apart.
"Tot. You look beat," his dad's deep voice boomed and I shivered a little. Damn this guy was huge. It was a wonder that Tate wasn't bigger. Then again he could have taken after his mother, she was pretty small. Tommy sure as hell took after his father though. I saw the other Raymee boy standing off to the side staring at me. He too had dark hair and green eyes and muscles to match his fathers. I had always considered myself a big man but these two had me beat.

Luke caught the look on Tommy's face and rolled his eyes just as Sadie knocked on the window repeatedly, trying to get her husband's attention. This place was a mad house and I had a feeling that it was only going to get crazier from here on out. He sighed with defeat and slammed open the screen door and went inside. The boys chuckled and resumed their conversation.
"I'm good Pop, honest."
"You lying to me boy?" His father narrowed his eyes in study and I noticed the shiver that ran through Tate's body. I fought not to smile, knowing full well what that nickname did to him. But I was not about to tell his father that. The thought alone made me want to run away.
"No Pop and you guys are being rude. Tommy, Pop, this is my boyfriend, Oliver. Oliver this is my father Frank and you remember my brother Tommy."
I stood from the porch swing and stuck out my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Raymee." His large paw covered mine and squeezed. He shook my hand slowly and his cut jaw tensed while his eyes narrowed.
"You too Oliver," his voice was deep and I swear to God, I felt it creep onto my skin. Unlike Marnie, he didn't have to say a word to me in the way of a warning. I had an idea of what would happen to me if something happened to Tate. Mr. Raymee smiled and I knew we had an understanding. He dropped my hand and slapped me on the back hard enough to knock me to the ground but thank God I caught my balance.
"You ready for some real food boy?" He laughed and pushed Tate and I towards the screen door. "Tommy move that ass son," he stopped with the screen door open and waited for his second oldest to stop burning a hole in the back of my head.
"Oliver, I am so sorry," Sadie sighed and tried again to blot the grape juice from my light gray sweater. Batting her hands away, Tate took the sweater and tried his best to soak up the stain.
"C'mon let's rinse this out before it sets in." Tate grabbed my hand and shot a look of hatred at his nephew. Matty laughed and climbed off his dad's lap and under the table. "I cannot believe you have two of them." My boyfriend muttered under his breath.
"Sweetie let me get that," Marnie tried but Tate had me by the wrist and started dragging me out of the room.
“What’s up your ass Tot?” Tommy sat back and glared.
“Thomas James Raymee.  Not only do we have little ears at the table but that is your brother you’re talking to boy.  Another word and you can get on home.  I won’t tolerate any more of whatever is buggin the bleep outta you.  You get me son?” Frank’s jaw twitched.
“Yes, sir,” Tommy immediately responded to his father.  “But I think we all know the answer, don’t we Tot.”
“Why you ugly…” I clamped a hand over Tate’s mouth and took a deep breath.
“I can’t take anymore.  I’m going home.  You can stay here for the night Tommy.” Carly shoved her plate forward and pushed her chair back.
“Wait. Hold up baby.” Tommy started to stand but she shook her head.
“Do you know you have done nothing but hate on everyone all day when our problems have nothing to do with them?  Not once have you sat down with me and talked about what we could do to fix this.  You haven’t hugged me or told me it would be okay.  No, Tommy.  All you’ve done is create more chaos and hurt those around you.  Your brother is your best friend and you know damn well that you’re not mad at him.  You’re mad at yourself because you had no control over the situation.  Well you know what Tommy?  Neither did Tate or Oliver.  I can’t take it anymore and this is you pushing me away, just like you’re doing with Tate.  Like I said, I’m going home and you can stay here until you learn to cool it.” The tiny blonde was shaking with emotion.  She rounded the table and kissed Frank on the cheek.  He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her with a grunt.
“Night baby girl.  You need anything you let us know,” Frank said and Carly nodded, moving over to Marnie.
“Oh, goodnight my sweet girl,” Marnie cooed, standing up and hugging the breath out of Carly.
“Night Mom,” Carly kissed her cheek, leaving Marnie’s embrace.
“You two should get home,” Carly whispered to Tate and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  “Love ya Tot.” Carly mussed up my boy’s hair then squeezed my arm. “Good luck Oliver.  Stick around and I promise you it’s worth it.”
With that she left the dining room and with the creak of the front door, left the house.  Tate was fuming mad at his brother as they stared off silently.  I guess I could understand his anger but it was me who should be mad, not him. The entire dinner was spent answering inappropriate questions about my sex life, pestering me about my family and why I wasn't close to them. Then follow that with the jaw dropping moment that I replied with, "I don't watch football." Oh and then Tommy accusing me of assaulting Tate on his birthday. And let's end the main course with an adorable toddler picking up his glass and with a smile, spilling it down your front. I had to hand it to the Raymees, dinner was an experience.

Tate pulled on my arm, still silent he led me out of the room and guided me up the stairs to the second floor. Once upstairs, he went to the last room down the hall and pushed it open. I looked around at the small bedroom and immediately smiled.
"Take the sweater off. I have an old sweatshirt you can use. It's always been too big for me, so it should fit you," he stated flatly, throwing open a small closet to begin digging around. I shook my head but turned around to get a second look at the light blue bedroom. A twin bed, a book shelf, and a desk were all that really fit. I sat down on the bed and peeled my sweater off, smiling at a poster of James Dean on a motorcycle. Good taste kid.
Tate groaned and held out the sweatshirt to me, plopping down on the bed. "Oliver, I am just...I cannot apologize enough for the way they treated you. I knew they might be a little rowdy but that was just..."
"Hey, it's alright. They just love you a lot and they don't know me yet. That's all." I rubbed his shoulder. This entire day had been out of my comfort zone but this moment right now made it all worth it. Now, I was sitting on Tate's bed in his parent's house and thinking really naughty things.
"Oh, I don't think so Oliver. I know that look." He pushed a hand against my chest but ended up just being pressed back into the bed. I tossed the sweatshirt and straddled him, pinning him underneath me. "Oliver, what if they..."
"I don't care," I whispered and sucked at his neck. It was Tate's spot, the one that got him all riled up. Sure enough he arched into me and his hands circled my waist. "How about now?" I grazed my teeth up his jaw.
"Can't we just wait until we get back? I promise you can do whatever you want to me...Oh..." he gasped when I slid my hand under his shirt and rubbed a warm nipple with my cool fingertips.
"Anything?" I twisted the tiny bud.
"Yes," he moaned and I captured his mouth with mine. He pushed against my chest again and I lifted up. "Home, now," he panted and I laughed.
"What, no dessert?" I pushed his shirt up and flicked my tongue over his other nipple.
"Fuck. Dessert," he lifted his head and grabbed my hair.
"I think you forget who the Master is here.”  I grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed. "Beg me to go home boy," I hissed and he moaned.
"Please...Please, Master I want to go home," he breathed, his eyes glossy.
"Why do you want to go home?" Hmm?" I leaned down, grinding myself into him on the way.

"You. I want you in me." He was already lost in my touches and it was incredible to me how worked up he got within minutes. I found a certain pride in that. It gave me a confidence I didn't know I had needed until now. Even as a rough and tough dom type, I still cared about him, and now I really cared.
"Oliver, I...Uh...I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have said that stuff about you. Well you know. It's just been a terrible day with work and the house and now Carly is a mess. Our lease on our condo is up at the end of the week, so now we have to move back here for a while. Then you just come in here and I guess I snapped. I'm real sorry man." Tommy looked down at the ground and sighed. He looked beaten by life and his shoulders slumped in exhaustion.
"Forget about it. I understand Tommy, I really do and you know what?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. "You got a phone?" I looked up at him and he quickly pulled his out of his back pocket.
"Take down this number and call them first thing Monday morning. I'll call ahead and let them know to expect you. That should connect you to The Alterna Downtown Project. It's a group that renovates hundreds of up and coming high end properties every year. They are always looking for great contractors and this time of year is great to get in with them because the end of winter brings out new clients. Most of them international too, which is great because the rate is usually higher due to the client not being on site, less client time equals more work."
Tommy looked up at me and I could've swore I heard him sniffle. "Thanks Oliver. This means a lot man," he murmured and cleared his throat, sticking out his hand. I shook it and felt Tate burrow his way under my free arm.
"Ready?" he smiled up at me.
"Yea, let's go home." I winked at Tommy and gave a small wave to Tate's parents who were watching from the picture window. Everyone looked a bit guilty but all in all, I had never felt like part of family and tonight I got a small taste. I grinned down at Tate and looked back at the house. Marnie waved at me eagerly and I laughed. Yeah, I could get used to this. Grape juice stains and all.
A few minutes later we were on our way down the drive and back out onto the culdesac. It was about ten thirty already and the streets were empty with only glow of the street lamps above lighting the pavement. Tate yawned a little and snuggled into the heated seat with his head resting near my shoulder. I smiled and looked into my rearview mirror.  Just in time, to see a pair of headlights turn on behind us. Call me paranoid or whatever you like but my investigators weren't supposed to start until tomorrow and Alexander was like me, he didn't fuck around.

Before I startled Tate just yet, I turned onto one of the side streets and began to weave casually around to different cross streets. Every turn I made, the car behind us did too. I was on the tenth or so street when I nudged Tate awake. He yawned out of his light slumber and sat up cracking his back.
"We're there already?" He murmured and looked around. "Wait. This is still my parent's neighborhood."
"I need you to grab my phone and dial my father. Tell him we're being followed and see if he knows anything about it," I instructed. Tate tried to turn in his seat but I pushed him back into the leather.
"Don't look. Just dial, please." I smoothed the back of my hand over his cheek and he sighed.
"Okay." His shaky fingers picked up my smart phone and slid it to life. After a few seconds, Tate inhaled and started speaking, "Mr. Caldwell? I'm so sorry for bothering you but...Yes. He is. Yes, we are. Uh huh. Okay, hold on."
"Oliver?" My father's voice sounded through the speaker. "Are you two alright?"
"Yes, we're fine. So, I take it you didn't arrange this?" I grit my teeth.
“Of course I didn’t.  If this is one of Alexander’s people, I don’t want you going home.  Head for the townhouse on tenth and I’ll have J.J. meet you there.  You and Tate will stay there until we can get this all sorted out.  I don’t like this one bit,” Jacob Caldwell instructed. 
Wait.  Was he worried about me?  That’s what it sounded like anyway.  And J.J.?  My father’s head of security was not someone he would send around if this wasn’t a serious situation.  As backwards as it was, I felt safer having my father on my side.
“Okay, we’re heading there right now.  Should I expect Raquel to be there or is she at the main house?” My father’s housekeeper was more married to him than my mother ever was.  Everywhere Jacob Caldwell went, good old Raquel was right there with him.  Whether it was getting his drink just the way he liked it, or making the bed with his favorite thread count sheets, that woman knew more about my father than he did, and that was exactly how he liked it. 
“No. We’re staying at the main house.  I was entertaining some out of town guests but if you need me to come downtown I will.”
Where was this coming from?  He would come to me if I needed him?  Who was this guy?  “Uh, no that’s…Um no.  I think we’ll be alright. Is the code still the same?” I stumbled through.
“No, I changed it last week but J.J. should be there before you and he has it. He’s already in the city on business and I just texted him.  Do you need anything else Oliver?” My father really did sound worried.  Well, I’ll be.
“That should be it.  Thanks for the townhouse.  That was um…” I was cut off.
“It was a really thoughtful gesture Mr. Caldwell.  We both appreciate it very much.  I think we’ll be just fine for tonight, thank you for your concern though.” Tate smiled at me.
My father laughed. “You are most welcome Tate.  If you two need anything, just call or let J.J. know.  You two be careful please.  Goodnight boys.”
“Goodnight Mr. Caldwell,” Tate chirped and I just wanted to hug him to me.  He was so damn cute, ugh it was horrible.
“Goodnight father,” I replied and Tate ended the call.  “Come here,” I whispered and he slid to the edge of his seat, laying his head on my shoulder.  I just liked having him near and just his breath on my shoulder relaxed me during our ride back.  Pulling down one of the city’s nicer streets, I spotted my father’s townhouse, J.J. standing out front, and the departure of our tail from behind. 
It was almost as if the security guru standing out front exuded dangerous and even the car following us from behind knew that.  Eerie as it was, it made me feel better knowing the Hispanic powerhouse was watching our backs.  I pulled up to one of the only personal garages downtown offered and waited as J.J. punched in the new code to open the door.  Pulling into the one stall underground, I shut off the car and waited for Tate to join me outside. 
Yawning, the little bugger came over and slid under my arm, lazily hanging on me as we walked up the front steps.
“Saw those lights you had on you,” J.J. commented casually, removing a faux brick faceplate and punching in the front door code.
“Yeah, they tailed us all the way from the suburbs.  Either they knew where Tate’s folks lived or they followed us from the city.” I rubbed Tate’s arm.
“They most likely had an address.  It’s not that hard to find out you know.” J.J. pushed open the front door and pulled a hand gun from under his jacket, holding it in his right hand with his elbow bent, flicking on the foyer light with his other hand.
Gasping under my arm, Tate burrowed his face into my chest.  “It’s okay.  He’s just checking things out and then we can go to bed.”  He nodded and let me pull him into the brownstone. 
Twenty minutes later,  J.J. was out in his car determined to watch the house all night if he had to.  While I was concerned, I just wanted to relax. 
“I think I’m going to have start keeping a bag in your car.  With all this coming and going to different places every day, it would be nice to at least have a pair of clean underwear to wake up to.” Tate smirked, shucking his jacket off and laying it on the chair next to the bedroom door.
“Not that I’m complaining, this place is like a show house or something.  Do we really sleep on the bed,” he lowered his voice and darted his eyes around playfully. “Or is there a roll out in the closet so we don’t mess up all the perfectly placed pillows and blankets.”
I tossed a pillow at his head and his eyes lit up with a laugh.  “Get your clothes off and get over here.” I laughed, shaking my head.
“You never answered me though,” he pouted, wiggling his ass a little.  “Do I take my clothes off then fetch the roll out?” He laughed clutching his stomach as I chucked a pair of fuzzy throw pillows at him.
“Okay Okay.  I got it.” Tate winked, making a show of crossing his arms and slowly pulling his shirt off over his head.  He tossed the shirt at me and I caught it, inhaling into the fabric and watching his eyes widen.
“More,” I commanded, throwing his shirt on the bed and tugging his old sweatshirt off my chest, exposing my body to him.
“You want shoes or pants first?” He bit his lip to keep from laughing and I kicked off my boots and pulled my pants with my underwear off, exposing my hard as rock dick.  “Oh,” Tate murmured, his eyes stuck on my groin.
“All of it.” I rounded the bed and he scrambled to pull his clothes off fast enough.   With his shoe hitting the door with a thump, he fell to the ground with a laugh, tugging his jeans and sky blue briefs off his ass. 
My phone went off on the side table and I ignored it as Tate’s cock sprang to life and I licked my lips.  “Get on the bed and lay on your back,” I demanded, running a hand over the smooth swell of his ass.
He nodded, practically jumping onto the bed like a cat and rolling over onto his back, spreading his legs. The phone stopped but went off again moments later and I got an idea.  Picking up the phone, I handed it to Tate watching a look of confusion cross his face.
“Answer it.” I crawled between his legs and rubbed a hand over his balls before capturing them in my grasp. “Now.”
“Yes, Master,” he moaned, rolling his hips in circles with my hand.  Half over the edge, Tate slid the phone’s screen to life. “Hello?” His greeting was low and breathless.  Oh this was going to be so much fun.  I hoped it was someone important, so he would try harder.  Raising his right leg, I licked a slow line on the inside of his thigh, feeling him shake and tremble in my hands.
“This is his assistant.  Uh, yesss,” he hissed when I blew on the wet line I had made upon his skin.  Squeezing the base of his shaft as punishment for his slip up he seemed to understand our game.  “What day is good for Mr. Hightower, Micah?”  
Bringing my mouth to his cock, I flicked my eyes up to him, watching the need build within his own blue greens.  I licked up his pulsing shaft and he bit his fist, the phone still to his ear.  Again I blew air down the wet line on his skin and he arched off the bed.  “Uh huh! Sorry, tomorrow?” I bit down on the inside of his thigh for the mistake and he fisted the comforter with a small gasp.
“May I ask what this is regar…garding?” Tate cracked a little when I took the head of his perfect little cock into my mouth and sheathed him completely.  I’d let him have that one mistake because it would only get harder from here.  Hollowing my cheeks, I bobbed up and down vigorously, bringing my lips to his hairless skin over and over while pushing his knees closer to his chest.  I wanted to see that perfect little ass spread for me.
“Yes, he is.  Uhhhhhh. Mm mean yes that’s alrighhttttt. Ohhh yes,” Tate garbled and I squeezed his balls in warning.  Fuck, he was hot when he lost it but he needed to obey me, obey his master.  Popping off his dick, I rubbed the head with my thumb, teasing the shit of my writhing assistant.  Taking my index finger into my mouth, I got it good and wet.  Let’s see what you do with this boy.
“Yes, that sounds fine.  No, he’s not a vegetarian.  Why! Oh my God!” Tate shrieked when I forced my finger all the way into his ass.  No foreplay, no working it in.  I just pushed that damn digit all the way up to my hand. 
“I’m so sorry Micah.  I…I…I just stubbed my toe.  Uh huh.  I uhhh think sooo,” he moaned, feeling the second finger works its way in then out with the first, twisting and stretching his entrance for me.
“Oh no, that’s not necessssary. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah,” Tate chanted.  My fingers curled and found his spot, causing him to thrust back against my hand.
“Tomorrow, three p.m. Georgette’s on the Water.  Uh huh.  Yesss,” he hissed when I took him into my mouth again, grazing the smallest bit of teeth over his sensitive skin.
“Yes! Yes you too.  Oh fu… Ha…have a good night.” I heard the beep and the call ended with Tate throwing the phone across the room and burying his fingers in my short hair only to drag his nails over my scalp.  God, that feels good, I shuddered and sucked him deep before letting his hard length slip from my mouth. 
“Who was that, boy?” I pounded my fingers into his ass, raising my chest to loom above him on my knees.
“Mr. Hightower’s assistant,” he cried.  My fingers wrapped around his shaft and tortured him with a slow stroke.
“Isaac Hightower? What did he want?” I rubbed my third finger along the wet crack of his ass and buried all three fingers inside of him.
His head fell back and made this strange broken sound integrated with a few ragged breaths.  “Yes, he wanted to have a late lunch tomorrow about Alexander.  Said…oh fuck! Yes.  Emergency,” he rambled making me smile like the devil.  Hightower was getting hit too huh?  Weird that Alex would dance with one of the old money big wigs.  Isaac Hightower was known for his business savvy and for his hot as fuck son. 
Although Cadence Hightower was gorgeous, he was still too muscled for my tastes; leaner than most men that tall, but still too big.  What I had before me was perfect.  Tate Raymee was fucking beautiful.  Just admiring him got me hard as diamond and I pulled my fingers out much to his upset.
His eyes panicked a minute when I sat back on my heels but soon understood as I flipped him over what was going down.  Pushing his head into the bedding, his ass stuck out in the air.
“Stay.” I smacked his ass and pulled his cheeks apart giving him no time to breath before I tongued his lovely crack up and down without mercy.  I let him cry out and moan and say my name because it sounded good.  I pierced his hole open with my tongue causing Tate to wriggle and moan low in his throat. 
Coming up for air, I filled his ass with a finger and licked a slow line up his spine and to his ear.  “You gonna get fucked tonight boy? Hmm? You like it when I fuck you good are hard?”
“Please Oliver.  Oh God I can’t take it anymore,” he cried and I nibbled at his shoulder.
“Tell me what you can’t take boy,” I whispered.  I loved hearing him say dirty shit even though I knew he was so far gone he had no idea what he saying.  It still set me on fire though for such a previously innocent little thing to scream cock at the top of his lungs.  Slipping my second finger back into him, I began to pump my fingers in and out slowly, resting my chest on his back and rocking with him.  “Tell me,” I demanded quietly and he tilted his head, wanting me to explore his neck.  He fucking loved it when I bit him and sucked at his neck. 
“I can’t go any longer… I need you,” he purred, rotating his hips in time with my fingers.
“How bad is it baby?  How badly do you need me inside of you?” I curled my fingers and he clamped his teeth together.
“So fucking bad! Please.  Oh god Oliver now!” He turned his head and showed me his face.  His eyes looked darker, crazier with lust.  By some serious miracle on his part, Tate pushed back with all his strength and landed me on my back. 
“What the…” I started to get up but he pushed me back down with every ounce of muscle he had and straddled by thighs.
“Jesus Tate, what the fuck are you…” I grabbed his hips and tried to sit up but he wasn’t having it. 
“Shut up,” he hissed and combed his hands through my chest hair, clenching his fingers together.  It felt as if he would pull the hair out by the fistful and the pain was fucking exquisite.  “Always teasing me and telling me what to do, Master? Not tonight.  Tonight, it’s my turn,” he leaned down and promised, licking my cheek slowly before pulling back up again.
What the hell was this? Where was this coming from?  “Just stop!” He pulled harshly on my chest hair.  “Stop thinking all the time!  You calculate and plan everything.  Just stop,” he ended on a whisper and bent down to kiss me.  For the first time, I just relaxed and kissed him, hands in his hair and tongue in his mouth. No toys, no leather, no demands. 
 Our stomachs pressed against one another, my chest hair making him shiver as it ran against his baby smooth skin, and my cock was now nestled warmly in between his ass cheeks.  He moved up, pulling his tongue from my mouth and running his hands down his chest to his seeping cock.
Tate swiped his finger over the pearl of fluid escaping down his shaft and painted my lips before pushing his finger into my mouth for me to suck clean.   Had he been watching porn or something?  When did he get this bold?
“How’s that taste?” He bent over and sucked at my neck.  I bucked against him, my member still slipping between his checks while his hot mouth lapped at my skin.  It was the most incredible feeling I’d ever known next to being inside of Tate.  How was he doing this? My whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“So good,” I answered, licking his sweet taste from my lips.  “Please baby.”  Did I just beg my sub for permission?  This wasn’t happening.  No way was this real.
“You taste good too; all salty and sweaty.  Just right,” he purred.  “I need you too baby.  I need you so deep inside of me.  Only the place you can get to.  Oh fuck how I want you to fill me up,” he murmured heatedly his tongue delving into my earlobe. 
Scooting back a little, he lifted up and positioned himself over my cock.  “Are you watching Oliver?  Watch how good you fill me up,” he moaned.  My God, Tate Raymee had become an overnight porn star.  Fuck. Yes. 
“Yeah boy.  Sit on my cock and fuck yourself for me,” I grit.  So hot, oh fuck he’s so hot!  I almost couldn’t stand it, my hands itched to grab his little hips and slam home but I waited.  I waited as he rotated his ass on the head of my cock.  I waited as he fell back onto his hands and rubbed his hard erection with mine.  I even waited as he leaned forward and bit my nipple so hard it made me cry out as he slid my cock up and down his ass.
Tate had become the definition of torture plain and simple.  Finally, he looked at me with heated eyes and pushed back against the head of my cock, forcing himself onto me.  He grimaced but kept at it until he was fully seated.  A minute later he began to rise from my pelvis then slowly move back down.  He was heavenly and I just had to touch him.
He closed his eyes, rising and falling but the minute my hands snatched at his hips, his eyes snapped open.
“Don’t.” Pushing my hands off him, he fell back onto his hands and pumped against me.  I tried again to sit up and touch him but he batted me away again. 
“Just let me have this okay?” His voice wavered and that was it for me.  I pushed him off and scrambled on top of him before he could crawl away.  Something was wrong.  What had started out as fun and a sure thing now seemed to be going downhill.
Now on his back and trying to hide his face while I pinned his wrists to the bed, Tate started to cry softly. 
“Tate what’s wrong? Talk to me,” I begged.  Picking him up underneath the shoulders and pulling his small body to me.
“I can’t do this.  I can’t walk into this knowing that I’m just a fuck to you.  I thought I could switch it up and see if you would let me.  Maybe show me a sign that this was more.  But it’s not.  Someone like you can’t love.   You can like and you can fuck but you just can’t love me. Nice touch with the boyfriend bit though.  I think my mom ate that ate but the truth is…I’ve been through enough Oliver.  My entire life…it’s just been enough and I can’t let you break me.  I won’t.”  Tate sobbed, spilling his craziness onto our bed.
“What are you talking about?” I sat back and let him have some space.  I can’t love? Why would he say something like that?  I looked at him and he turned away.  Was there…someone else?
“Wow.  I can’t love huh?”  I hung my head and watched my cock go soft right before my eyes.  “Nice Tate.”  Why did this hurt so bad?  I didn’t know but it did.  Getting up off the bed, I crossed the room and grabbed my underwear from the floor and slipped them on.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“What do you think I’m doing Tate?  I’m going to sleep downstairs because right now I don’t think I can be in the same room as you.” I opened the closet and grabbed an extra blanket.
“Wait. Oliver, please just listen,” he pleaded and scrambled off the bed.
I turned and glared at him.  “You just told me I’m fucking heartless, that I faked being your boyfriend even though I’ve never had one, and that all you are to me is a good lay.  What else do I need to stand here and listen to Tate? Huh!”
“Earlier you made the face.  I can’t stop thinking about it.  Eventually you’re just going to dump me on my ass when things get to close to home for you.  I tried to get you to make love to me tonight but you just wanted what you wanted.  You tease me and tease me but I’m always left coming in my own hand or against the sheets or some other equally demeaning way.  Then there’s the way you said nothing when I mentioned putting a bag in your car.  You don’t want me to be something permanent.  Admit it.”  His face was red and tears ran down his face.
“Yeah?  Is that how you see me Tate?  Then how about we make good on that and end this the way it started?” I ripped my boxers off and threw his scrawny ass onto the bed face first.
“You think I’m some asshole who doesn’t care about you?” I spit into my hand and lubed up my half hard dick.  Tate whimpered and I pushed his head into the pillows and spit on his ass, rubbing my saliva up and down his still wet crack.
“You think I would go to my fake boyfriend’s house to meet his parents, even though I hate my own parents for what they did to me if I didn’t care?” Spreading his ass, I lined up my cock and pushed straight in.
“Just because I’ve only been with you two fucking weeks and haven’t proposed to you…that makes me and asshole?” I screamed and thrust deeper.  Tate cried out but pushed right back against me.
“You think because I haven’t told you I love you means I don’t know how?  Fuck you!” I smacked his ass hard and picked up the pace.
“You think you can lump me in with some group of high school assholes you never mentioned before and throw that in my face?  Oh yeah, fuck you Tate.” By now, I was seething pissed and smacking against him in rage.  Still he moaned and cried at the same time.  Whatever this was, it was full of rage and pain, of love and sorrow.  This is why I had chosen to never get attached.  Being attached hurt you in the long run, even if you were doing your best.
“Ever think of asking me to make love to you, you little shit?  Ever think that I would take your wants into consideration?  Ever think I keep doing what I do because you said you liked it?  Again, Fuck. You.” I covered his back with my body and pounded into him so hard, I’m not sure he would walk until next Thanksgiving. 
“You think I want to wake up alone every day alone for the rest of my life?  And then when I finally find someone, they still let me wake alone?  Huh?”  That’s when the tears fell down from my eyes and onto his sweaty neck.  I came hard inside of him.  No warning, no sudden tensing.  It just flowed out of me like a sigh but it didn’t relieve the pressure I thought it would.  I felt more horrible than when I had started.
“I thought for you I could do anything.  I thought I could learn what love was from you but like everyone else in my life, Tate Raymee….you never gave me the chance,” I whispered hiding the waterfall flowing down my cheeks and pulled out him.  How did this happen?  What did I do wrong?  I covered my mouth like a sixteen year old girl and picked up the blanket.  I left him there, sobbing.  I didn’t know how to fix this and I was scared shitless.  Was this what love felt like?  Did I love him already?  Was that even possible?
I crept to the bathroom hallway and shut the door behind me and fell apart.  I, Oliver Caldwell, age 33…just had my heart broken.

Saturday, March 10, 2012


Tate grunted and tucked his face into my chest, burrowing into my body heat and away from the source of disturbance. I snorted and carefully reached over him, grabbing his phone from the table.

The caller I.D. read Tommyboy and I hoped Tate didn' t mind that I was going to politely tell his brother to fuck off.

"Hello?" I mumbled, leaning back into the couch and rubbing Tate' s back.

"Who is this?" An angry hiss came from the other end and my eyes shot open. What the hell?

"This is Tate's boyfriend and he's sleeping. Would you like to leave a message?" I kept my voice even. Don't start trouble Oliver.

"Boyfriend? Tate doesn't have a boyfriend! Who the fuck is this? I swear to God if you hurt my brother I will kill you!" A deep voice raged on the other side. Okay something's going on.

"Tate" I shook his shoulder and he groaned, nuzzling under the blanket. I shook him again, harder this time.

"Uh what?" He pulled the blanket over his head.

"Hold on, he' s awake," I relayed to his brother who yelled another string of pleasant words into the reciever.

"Tate. Now," I growled and yanked the blanket down. "Phone."

"Fuck, what?" He snapped and sat up, pushing me back and straddling my chest. He grabbed the phone like a weapon and brought it to his ear with narrowed eyes. His hair was sticking out everywhere and he balanced a hand against my chest. It took everything I had not to laugh my ass off at the sight.

"Whoever the fuck this is, it had better be good," he hissed and I started to chuckle. He was about as deadly as a squirrel but damn if he wasn' t trying.

He listened and groaned. His face flipped through multiple emotions before settling on attack squirrel again.

"Are you sure Tommy? Yea. Uh huh. What? Oh my God. Does Carly know? Okay. Okay. Yes he is. No you can' t. I' ll take care of this. Oh no you don' t. Swear to God Tommy..." Tate scowled and I rubbed his thighs. He took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yea tell Mom we' ll be there. Eight right? Yea okay. Love you too. Bye." Tate ended the call and threw his phone over the couch.

With both his hands now planted on my chest and his hair hanging down, he looked like some crazed demon. His fingers dug into the hair on my pecs and I grit my teeth.

"I' m in. You call daddy dearest and tell him that I' ll give up any knowledge I have on Da...I mean Alex. He fucks with my family to get back at me and all bets are off."

"Whoa. What?" I sat up and circled his waist.

"You' re gonna love this. So Alex had sold the old Montgomery plant to Goliath industries last fall. After the demo was done and as kind of a favor to me, he recommended my brother' s contracting firm to work on the new mall going in. Plans were made and yadda yadda, they started work on it two months ago. Once the first payment was made to Tommy' s firm, he and his wife Carla put a down payment on their dream home, knowing the other payments over the year would be enough to cover for it.  Well this morning, they get a call from Goliath saying that they needed to pack up their tools and equipment and move out.  They claimed that their work was unsatisfactory and wasn' t meeting the standards previously agreed upon. So in their contract it states that if the work is not satisfactory..."

"They are free to terminate the contractor and his employees," I finished for him. 

"Not even the worst part Oliver.  The cheque they sent in for the down payment was stopped by Goliath industries.  They lost the house." Tate shook his head in anger.

"Tommy called around to see what the word was from the other contractors he knows and Goliath already is setting up shop with McKenna Construction Group.  The same guys working on Alex' s waterfront restoration project. I' m gonna fucking kill him. I swear it Oliver, I' ll do it."

"No. You won' t have to. I' m going to." I pulled him to me and he hugged me tight.  "He just made a very big mistake  Tate and I promise you he won' t ever do it again."


I drove out of the city and into the older surburban district.  Medium sized family homes with decent schools and lots of minivans.  Pretty little lawns dotted with potted plants and porch swings eased past us and I began to get nervous.  I was meeting Tate' s parents tonight. 

After a long call to my father and a few other choice colleagues, I had set in motion the imminent destruction of the Rutovsky empire.  Not one member of that clan was safe from me. I now had four investigators working around the clock to gather information.  People were being paid under the table for even the smallest of details and Tate' s tablet and laptop were being copied by a secure I.T. Specialist out of the city.

I was exhausted at this point but I kept up a strong front for Tate.  He was quiet, stressed out, and seeing his family was definitely what he needed.  I didn' t quite understand the concept of it all but his eyes lit up at the mention of his mom and dad. 

"Turn right there," Tate pointed to an out of place wooded road at the end of a cookie cutter culdesac.  A rustic wooden sign hung on small chains with Raymee painted in cursive.   I sighed, what would it have been like to grow up this way?  Simple probably and judging by how Tate turned out, not so bad.

I pulled the Mercedes up the drive and was amazed of the house that came into view.  A snow white victorian sat on a pristine plot of grass, complete with a full wrap around porch and a semi circle drive. 

Four vehicles were parked off to the side and a man was struggling to pull a large bag from the back of his van. 

"You can just park here.  They won' t try and leave until later." Tate unbuckled his seat belt before I stopped the car.

Fuck it. I stopped the car and got out, not even bothering to try and open the door for Tate. He was already out and walking around to me.  My hand was twined with his before I could think.

"Luke!" He called to the man that was now fighting with a baby blue bag. 

The man looked up and sighed, "a little help?" He was tall, lean, with bright blue eyes.

"Sure. Luke, this my boyfriend Oliver. Oliver, Luke." He gestured and began working to pull the bag from the tangle of baby equipment in the back.

"Nice to meet you Luke," I put out a hand and was met with strong calloused fingers.

"Yea you too man.  So boyfriend huh?" Luke ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair.

"Uh huh," Tate grunted, planting his foot against the van, tugging on a strap coming from the trunk's abyss.

"Anyone met him yet?" Luke grinned and glanced over at me.

"Nope. Well Tommy sorta did but he was plastered so it didn't count." Tate tugged again and fell flat on his ass with the world's largest diaper bag spilled on his chest.

Luke bent over laughing and I crouched in a panic next to Tate, "Are you alright?"

Tate groaned and laughed, "yea I'm fine." He picked up a bottle of lotion and chucked it at Luke's head. I hauled him to his feet and he dusted off his jeans.  He looked even younger in his jeans and army style jacket, the dark blue brightening his eyes.

"What?" He glanced up, brushing dirt off his backside, then bending to help Luke with the items on the ground.

"Nothing. So should I be worried?" I raised a brow and put a container of cheerios in the bag.

"Let' s just say meeting this family for the first time is an experience," Luke snorted but obviously was fine with it all.

"Right.  So you' re the brother in law then?"

"Yep. Got hitched to Sadie four years ago. Two kids and a house later, here we are," he patted the evil bag and stood up.

"Sadie' s the oldest and the loudest. Watch yourself man," Luke patted my shoulder and began walking into the house laughing.

"What did you get me into?" I growled at Tate but he just winked.

"Don' t worry, they' ll love you. It' s just dinner. It' s not like i' ve never brought friends with me before."

"But i' m not some friend, now am I?" I yanked him behind the van and pressed myself into him. "Am I?" I whispered and kissed him.

"No, you' re not," he whimpered and ran a hand through the hair at my neck.

"Tate!" A woman' s voice shouted and he stiffened. "Next time you make out with your boyfriend, do it inside of the vehicle if you don' t want everyone watching." A door slammed behind me and I turned slowly and looked up. From the front picture window three women were laughing madly.  The angle of the house did indeed hide nothing from their view.  Great Oliver. Nice first impression.

"Sorry," I murmured and Tate groaned.

"Well I guess it's time then.  You ready? " Tate smiled up me.

"Guess I have to be huh?"

Yes, Master Part 11.1 :)

I woke up sweating, stuck in a tangle of sheets but above all else...alone. This time, the very thought made me sick and I tripped out of bed in all my glory to go find Tate. If he had run off again, I would track him down. Hell or high water, he was mine. I looked down to discover my chest was clean of anything but hair and raised a brow. Upon peeking into the bathroom, I saw the small rag on the counter and one of my drawers half open. Hmm. Where was he?

Slipping on some navy workout bottoms, I made the journey downstairs. My heart thudded in my chest, praying to God he hadn't left. Because one of these days, I wanted to wake up next to him for once. I let out a loud exhale when I heard the soft sounds of the radio going in the kitchen and the tantalizing smell of fresh coffee.

Rounding the corner, I leaned against the door jamb and watched Tate in action. Okay, now I'm going to just say it and be done with it...he's fucking adorable okay? I sighed, studying the slight sway of his hips and the pointer finger that he kept sticking in a bowl of batter and bringing to his lips.

The best part of the sight before me? He was wearing my shirt. Although it was much too large for him, it worked. Finally, I'd had enough of looking and padded quietly up behind him. He flipped a pancake and went to dip his finger in the bowl again. Whatever was in there must be good and I caught his wrist gently before he could put it in his mouth.

Tate gasped and turned his body half around, a spatula still in his hand. "You scared the shit out of me," he laughed softly.

"Well now we're even. I woke up and you were gone. That scared me too," I murmured and brought his finger to my mouth. Apple cinnamon with a hint of vanilla filled my mouth. I groaned at the deliciously sweet taste of it and slowly slipped his finger from my lips.

"What are you doing out of bed?" I purred and grabbed him around the waist, bringing him flush with my bare chest.

"Making you pancakes," he looked up innocently and blushed. I wanted to pour the batter over his entire body and lick it off. He shivered when I brought my lips down to his, kissing him like he should be kissed.

He moaned low in his throat and glided his free hand up my back. I pulled back and rested my head against his.

"Good morning," I grinned and he smiled.


"Pancakes huh? Usually I just do egg whites but..."

"I can make those if you want," he rushed and spun around turning off the burner.

"Tate. Hey. You didn't let me finish," I laughed, reaching around him and flicking the burner on again. "I want pancakes but make sure you leave some batter in the bowl."

He screwed up his face and looked at me, "for what?"

I stuck my finger in the bowl and painted a line down his exposed chest. "For this," I whispered before I licked the sweet treat from his baby smooth skin.

"Oh, uh huh," he gasped and dropped the spatula.

"Mm," I licked my lips and winked. "Now I'm hungry."

Tate flushed bright ride and made some exasperated noise, ducking under my arm and grabbing the spatula. He washed it off and flipped the last pancake in the pan.

"So, uh you don't have any appointments today. I would have figured you were a weekend worker," Tate smiled at me.

"I like to have my down time just like everyone else. Like today, I'll probably go for a run and then to the market because the housekeeper is on vacation. Then I'll go through last week's sales and make some notes..."

"See! You do work on the weekends. What part of anything that you just rattled off was down time? None of it." He chuckled, "one of these days maybe you can just relax. No phone calls, no drivers, no assistants...Just chill."

"No assistants huh?" I tried to keep a serious face but it wasn't working.

"You know what I mean Oliver," he replied with a childish eye roll.

"So what would you be doing today if you weren't with me?" I tore a piece of fluffy pancake off the plate next to him and he slapped my hand.

"First, I'd eat at the table like a normal person. Then, I would sit on the couch for a while with my coffee and channel surf until I found some terrible early afternoon show involving witches and merlins and war or football. Not golf, I hate golf.

After that, I'd probably fall asleep watching television. Then I'd go to my parent's place for dinner. Maybe go out after that." He shrugged. "Sometimes Tommy drags me out to play flag football with my cousins but I'm always out first so it's not that much fun."

"Who's Tommy?" I crossed my arms.

Tate roared with laughter after taking a look at my scowl. He set a plate for each of us at the table and sat down. "You've met Tommy actually. The first night we met at the club..."

I tried to think beyond that first image of Tate sitting across from me with his sexy bangs and smoldering eyes.

"Oh for crying out loud, he's my brother. We were there for his birthday. Ring a bell?" He shoved pancake into his mouth and stared at me.

Now I remembered. "He was drunk and trying to buy me a drink," I smiled and took a bite. Damn this was good. They were different than any pancake I had ever had, sweet but not too much. Perfect.

"I like these," I nodded, putting another, large bite in my mouth.

Tate had his fist tucked under his chin watching me. The staring had me nervous but if he wanted to watch, who was I to complain? Besides it was nice to have someone to share breakfast with and I was actually looking forward to being lazy. If that' s what he wanted to do today.

Thirty minutes later, that' s exactly what we were doing. I was sprawled out on the couch and Tate covered my chest, flipping through channels until one of us picked something. We laughed at the stupid infommercials and fell asleep during an old James Bond flick.

Eventually I curled us onto our sides and pulled a cover on top. His silky hair swept over my arm as I cradled his head gently and wrapped my other arm around his waist. I didn' t really remember falling asleep but I woke up to Tate shifting and the annoying ring of a cell phone.

Friday, March 9, 2012

A Jump Start For Your Weekend Battery ~ XXXexy Picture Parade

Lately it's been a struggle to pick up some of my stories and focus all of my attention where it needs to be.  This whole Yes, Master business has me totally addicted at the moment.  While I will continue with the Dan and Rowe series and My Telija...Don't expect quick postings.  Both of those stories take a lot of time to work out.  One being a complete fantasy creation and the other a being real world integration with vampire warriors.  So my point is, I needed some inspiration to jump start my brain again and the internet happily obliged. 

So for all of you fans of Doms and Subs, Leather and Chains, and Beautiful boys period...Maybe this will jump start you too.  Now, I had to limit myself a little bit of what I put on here, but you'll see the theme. :) If you ever need something specific, catch me on twitter...I am the Google Queen.  LOL.  Okay folks have a GREAT FRIDAY NIGHT.  Hugs and Kisses.  I now give to you...the main attraction.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Yes, Master Part 10 & A Note From Night

Hey Everyone... First, I wanted to say thank you for all the comments and emails about this story.  Secondly, I wanted to apologize for my lack of quick posting on Lit.  I've been having some life struggles combined with editing delays that could not be helped.  Thank you again for being patient and I hope, hope, hope to have something (D and R) up on Lit soon.  That said, enjoy the next part of Yes, Master.


My father's eyes widened and his eyes darted to the busy dining room before settling back on Tate. "Did you just say you worked for Alexander Rutovsky?"

"Well yes but..." Tate was still leaning over the table.

"But nothing. My God, Oliver. You're sitting on gold mine," my father beamed, pivoting back to Tate.

"Are you suggesting that we use Tate to take down Alexander?" I smoothed my palms along the table cloth, my face painted in anger.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. I'm sure he has information that we could use and contacts within Quantis that would tell us anything for the right price."

"No. I'm not going to jail or lowering myself to Mr. Rutovsky's level just so you can play games with each other." Tate crossed his arms and sat back. His lip trembled but his eyes were cold. He wouldn't look at me. Did he think I set this up?
"Father," I started but was waved off dismissively.

Jacob leaned forward, looking at a murderous Tate. "The only reason you would refuse to help us Mr. Raymee, is if you were already helping the other team. Funny how you just weaseled your way in next to my son, at a time like this."

"Excuse me?" Tate pushed his chair back and stood. "I might be nothing to you but I am something to other people. People who raised me with morals and ideals that might not fit into your fucked up box of psycho executive politics. I will not play bait nor will I go to jail for you. I am not 'playing' for the other team, I am not trading information, and I am not some little push around pawn for you," Tate seethed and turned to me.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I see... So, are you gonna sit there with your mouth hanging open or are you coming with me?" My assistant and new lover put a hand on his hip.

"I...Um.." I felt like a fish opening and closing my mouth. Yet another side of Tate Raymee had been revealed, leaving my head spinning, and my inner dom begging to whoop his ass in punishment. How dare he pop off like that!
Tate's face fell, his confidence lost with my continued silence. My father smirked and took another sip of his champagne.
"And it is a very good apple tree my boy." He lifted his flute to Tate with a chuckle.

"Fine," Tate whispered and I looked up. "I see how it is." He grabbed his phone from the table and turned towards the dining room.

"Tate," I almost screamed but stopped myself, choosing a very familiar commanding tone instead. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to me. "Wait."

My assistant turned and watched as I addressed my father, "You will not talk to my..." What was he? Lover, boyfriend, partner? "...boyfriend like that. You will show him some respect. I thank you for your help and all that you are willing to do on my behalf, but if
Tate says he doesn't want to do it, then he's not going to do it. Am I clear enough for you?"

My father broke out laughing, "It's about time you grew a pair Oliver. My word, you didn't need to make a speech. I knew what he was to you. That much was obvious when he bumped my leg caressing yours about half a dozen times and looked at you like you were his world. That's not something an assistant does is it? I just had to make sure someone wasn't trying to rape your business for all it's worth. Besides, you've never stood up to me like this nor have you ever brought anyone to meet your parents before. I'm a little flattered actually." Jacob winked at Tate. "I will admit his former position would have been useful but if he declines to play, then so be it."

The younger man gaped, "so what was all of this then?"

"A good old fashioned Caldwell dinner," I mumbled and my father laughed.

"Tate, have a seat. Dinner will arrive shortly." Jacob patted Tate's empty chair, waiting for my...boyfriend to sit down. I hated that word already. It sounded childish, high school like. Why couldn't society put value in someone's name? Why couldn't I just call him my Tate. That sounded a hell of alot more proper than...Boyfriend.

"Mr. Caldwell?" Our waiter glided onto the balcony patio and bent down to my father's ear. A subtle exchange of words had my father rising from his chair.

"I have a phone call. If you'll excuse me a moment. I'll be right back." He grinned and walked into the crowded dining room.

"Uh, boyfriend?" Tate smiled and waggled his brows.

I grunted and tipped back the last of my flute's contents. "I thought," I cleared my throat. "I thought that's what you wanted."

"I guess it just sounds wierd. A good wierd though," he laughed and held up his hand in reassurance. God damn it! The little fucker was
so adorable when he did shit like that. I couldn't stand it. And there's that word again...adorable. Just as bad as cute.

"So now that you're my...Boyfriend, I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want...Correct?" I raised a brow and he squirmed next to me.

"Oliver, this isn't really the time..." he squeaked as I grabbed his dick through his slacks.


"Yes...God, yes..." he moaned when I let up a little and massaged him slowly.

"Good, because when we get home, you're in serious trouble." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What did I do?" He questioned so quietly it could have been nothing more than a breath.

"That mouth of yours. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree? You. Are. In trouble." I squeezed the cloth covered length in my hand while whispering in his ear.

Tate shuddered and I let go immediately as the waiter walked in with tiny plates of bite sizes entrees. I was back in control and completely composed, unlike Tate who was still a struggling mess next to me. A scrap of fish that probably cost more than Tate's monthly rent was placed before each of us, decorated with a swirl of brown sauce and a puff of something else. If asked to describe it's origin, I would've said a japanese tea party. For tiny little girls. Ridiculous.

Tate nodded at the waiter, who made a noise of superiority and walked off. Superior? A waiter? I don't think so ass wipe. My...Boyfriend looked down at his plate and looked like he was trying not to laugh.

"What?" I smirked.

"Nothing," he laughed to the side as if he couldn't keep it in.

"Tell me," I smiled and ran a hand down his thigh.

"Fine. What is this?" He pointed to his plate with a giggle. "Is this the appetizer because I am so hungry."

Maybe it was the champagne or the fact that he thought the same as I did, but I let out a loud laugh that reflected my joy at his simple statement.

"I guess we should try it then. If you like it, I'll make Mr. I have a stick lodged in my ass bring you another." I grinned.

Tate cracked up laughing and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. Our laughter died and he looked at me like I was the only person around for miles. It was a good feeling, knowing someone cared about you, like you...Cared for them. I shook my head and poached the fish thing with my fork, bringing it to my mouth. Tate moaned next to me, his fish already devoured between his hungry little lips. I hated when people made oo and ah noises over food but with him, it was almost spiritual. It was like sex with food when Tate did it. His eyes opened as if he were coming back to life and flicked his blue greens to me.

My fork was poised at my mouth at a stand still, waiting for more of those delicious noises. "It's really good." He blushed.

"I can tell. You want this one?" I brought the food to his lips and he opened. His eyes on mine. "Close." I commanded and his lips sealed around my fork, then slipping down, and taking the bite with them.

"Is it good?" I whispered in his ear, slipping my large hand over his soft dick, rubbing it awake.

He moaned softly into my shoulder, his jaw working the food and his hips working against my hand. This is how dinner should be eaten,
I declared mentally. Tommorow night, I wanted a naked dinner on my sofa, feeding Tate and making him cum, over and over again. Fuck, yes. Unfortunately, I could see my father's figure approaching from the limited window view of the dining room and removed my hand from Tate.

"Daddy dearest is coming," I whispered and pulled his coat back into place. He sat straight up and swallowed quickly, looking this way and that to regain his senses.

"Oliver," my father approached, a scowl on his face.

He sat down and looked back at the patio entrance before leaning forward. "Harry just got back to me. The good news is that your trial has been dropped and your c level grade card has been revoked. Due to the investigation, there isn't any proof that the violations were from your staff. The bad news is, that the inspector that was on sight, is the same one that inspected the other corp properties that are backing our little cause. Harry also said that word got out this evening that the cops picked him up at the office. We don't know what for but I don't think it's a coincidence do you?"

"It can't be. What do we do from here?" I crossed my leg and sat back, my hand resting on Tate's leg.

"To be on the safe side, I'd hire a private investigator. One to follow you around and one to follow him. That way there's constant proof where each of you are if things get nasty and he decides to get really creative. After you have his schedule down a little more, seeing as how we aren't getting anywhere with his...Former employee." He cut his eyes over to Tate and I narrowed mine. "Then we can formulate the next step towards a more concrete plan of action. This is going to get very ugly Oliver and as your colleague and father, it is my duty to tell you that. Do you think your up for taking down the CEO of a mutli-million dollar corporation?"

"I would like nothing more than to shove his face in his own pile of shit," I smiled, fire dancing behind my eyes.

"I guess your earlier statement was correct Mr. Raymee...The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." My father gave me an approvinging grin.
"Take it off. Now," I barked and wrenched his pants down around his ankles.

Tate started clawing at his bow tie and the black buttons of his white shirt. He gasped in relief when they hit the floor and I wripped the undershirt from his chest with the sound of fabric tearing in half. I was already naked from head to toe and grabbed his little body, hauling it to my chest. He climbed up onto my hips and locked his mouth to mine, letting all his breath whoosh into me as his back hit the wall. His tongue licked the roof of my mouth, bringing gutteral noises up from the back of my throat.

"Gonna fuck you so good boy," I panted in his ear, leaving the bliss of his hot lips on mine.

"Please, oh fuck..." His head twisted to the side with a groan.

"But first I wanna watch you fuck yourself," I bit his ear and he screamed, then shuddered in my arms. "I wanna watch your ass stretch for me. Wanna watch you go up and down for me. You ready boy?" I smacked his ass and he bit my shoulder.

"Yes, Master," he threw his head back and gasped. Raven colored locks whipped back over shoulders and his hips surged against me. Oh yeah, he was ready.
I tossed him on the bed and he fell onto his knees, watching me as I wrenched open the bottom drawer of my dresser and pulled out a box. I heard him put a foot on the floor and I looked over my shoulder with a growl.

"Stay put," I commanded and he shyly slithered back onto the middle of the bed.

Turning back to the sleek black box on the floor, I flipped open the lid and pulled out the weighted base first. It was about a foot wide in diameter and circular in shape, sloping up into a wide cone. At the top was a slide and lock system in which you fit the interlocking dildo of your choice. Putting the base bottom first on the floor, I looked over my shoulder to see Tate heaving with anticipation, trying to see just what the fuck I had planned. Well, I believe I told you what I wanted, I chuckled to myself.

At the bottom of the box were three dildos to select from. One was black and about Tate's size, maybe six inches tops and slender. I moved over the next two and debated between the seven and eight and half inch toys. I wanted to give him something to look forward to later and settled on the seven incher. I grinned over my shoulder and saw Tate's eyes as wide as saucers. He knew what was going down now as I stuck the head of the rubber toy in my mouth and wet it thoroughly, just to keep him excited. Keeping my eyes on him, my free hand searched the draw for the lube I kept there. My hand encircled the tube and brought the product to my lap, where I clicked it open dramatically and pulled the dildo from my lips.

The thick disc at the base of the toy slid into the cone between my knees. I clicked the lock in place and pushed the entire contraption between me and the bed, completely on display for him. Knowing now he liked being helpless, I got to my feet and yanked open my hidden closet, grabbing the bungee cuffs without another thought.

"On your knees right here." I pointed to the corner of my bed, right in front of the pole in which I would tie him to. Tate slid down the bed slowly and got on his knees, crawling into place. He looked up at me and I ran a hand through his hair. "I love how you obey me. Do you see what you do to me?" I licked my lips, running a hand over my steel like erection.

"Yes, Master," he breathed and I fisted his hair tight.

"Are you proud of talking back earlier? Did you think I would forget about that?" I pulled his locks back so his eyes locked on mine again.

"No...No..Master. I'm so sorry, Master," he whimpered, then sighed.

"That's a good boy," I bent down and licked the side of his face. "Now you're going to make it up to me. Show me how sorry you are," I whispered in his ear and he trembled as my foot moved the mount in front of him.

"Hands up with your wrists together and not a fucking word. If you understand, nod your head."

He nodded eagerly. The muscles in his shoulders, back, and arms twisting as he raised his hands above him. Tate looked like a statue of perfection in this pose and I didn't even have the cuffs on him yet. I took my time gliding my hands or just my fingertips down his bare skin, lingering over the lines of his torso, and the smoothness of his arms. He focused on his breathing but I could feel the vibrations throughout his body. A slight fear was good but it was the trust that really turned me on. I locked the red cuffs around his wrists, the clink magnified in the otherwise silent room. The cuffs were attached to a thick cable that stretched for flexibility while still limiting it's user's proximity from the base point.

I looped the metal circle around the black pole at the corner of my bed. It caught on the rung about three feet above Tate's head, officially chaining him to my bed. I smiled and scratched his head in approval. He looked so good like this. He looked like he was mine and truthfully...Now he was.

The lube was on the floor and I crouched dribbling the thick liquid over the flesh colored dildo. Tate let out a deep breath, licking his lips, and swallowing.

"Spread your legs wider," I directed and he did.

I moved behind him, spreading the lube up and down his crack slowly. Only pausing over his entrance to tease him with my fingertip. His breathing quickened and he tried to lower himself onto my finger but I slapped his cheek, stilling him into submission. When he was slicked up to my standards, I pulled his hips up and moved the mount behind him. He was lined up now, ready to go, and all I had to do was say the magic word.

"Sit," that one word echoed around us. Tate inhaled loudly, lowering himself inch by inch over the rubber length I held in place.

"Uh, fu...Oh," he muffled, biting his lip. The head was swallowed inside of his hot channel and eyes were shut tight. I rubbed his stomach and moved down to his cock, giving him a small distraction from the pressure.

"So beautiful. God, you are just so...Fuck." I sucked at his neck, slipping down with him as he sank onto the mount.
He bottomed out with a cry that he could not contain. "Tell me what it feels like. Tell your Master how it feels to be that full," I growled in his ear, pinching both of his nipples between my fingers.

"Not...Ah...As full as you...Ohhh..." He arched when I pulled his nipples tight. "...Make me, Master."

"Good answer, boy." Removing my hands from his chest I pulled his hips up and he choked out a moan before I slid him down again. "I wanna see you move baby," I bit the back of his neck, charging his hips to start working themselves.

His thighs pumped up and the muscles in his firm ass bunched as he moved up, then down causing the soles of his feet to flex against the wood below us. He was a machine in his element. He even took to grabbing the cable above his cuffs and pulled it tight to get a better bounce. He was wild but tamed all at the same time. Tate Raymee was my new religion.

"Yeah, that's it. Harder for me. Get it really going," I growled only now realizing I was stroking myself in time with his movements. He bit his lip and breathed through his nose, starting to go at it. The slap of his balls against the cone made me crave to be inside of him. I want to bite him and fuck him and slap his ass. Uh, I shivered. Come on baby, cum for me.
Maybe he needed some more stimulation... I pushed on his back, changing the angle in which he moved. His hands prevented him from falling and my hand provided the pressure he needed. He screamed through his teeth and I smiled. This angle gave me a better view of his full ass sliding along the rubber, that no doubt was totally hitting the spot for him.

"That better boy?"

"YES...Oh Fuck!" Tate cried and shot thick ropes of white into the air. He shook from head to toe while I shot to my feet and removed his cuffs, letting his arms fall to his sides and his back against my legs.
His semen covered torso and neck was nothing compared to what I was about to give him. I picked up his tremor filled body and spread him out on the bed with his knees bent. My...Boyfriend looked like an angel with a dark halo against the white of my pillows as I moved in between his heavenly legs.

"Oliver," he whispered and I covered his sticky body with mine, seeking out that sweet speaking mouth.

His arms weren't as strong as usual when they wrapped around my neck but the effort was there. I kissed him with everything I had, needing this as much as he did. It scared me how much I relied on his lips for assurance now or his tiny touches in general. A few weeks ago, this was never even an option I'd consider, but now...He was my only option. What did that mean?
Tate's hand drifted down my back and smoothly ran over the curve of my hip to my pulsing length. My tongue licked a line across his lips before I sought out his neck to bury my face in the heat of his skin. I let him stroke me because it felt too good to say no; to tell him that I should be the one in control. He lifted his knees and pressed my aching cock to his awaiting entrance. I pushed inside of him, not waiting for another second to pass us by. Both of us groaned in satisfaction, myself from being wrapped within his tight hot muscle and Tate from being full of his lover's thick cock.

I slid all the way in and wrapped my arms under his shoulders. My cheeks clenched together and the sweaty hair of my chest moved over his baby smooth flesh. His hands wrapped in my hair. His lips moved with babbling gasps of pleasure and finally...We moved together. Out of all the firsts I had given Tate, out loud or in secret, this one topped them all. I felt everything from him and in turn I gave him everything a body could give another.

My fingers curled back at me from over his shoulders as I pumped in and out of him, licking and kissing the sweat that tasted of salt and Tate. I may have been his Master but I couldn't help but feel more like his lover right now. He cried out while I pressed on, a little harder, a little deeper...Fuck, a little more of everything.
While I wanted to shut out the world behind my eyes and just feel, I had to keep watching him. I wanted to know what it felt like to be him. What did I feel like inside of him?

"Tate, baby I'm gonna..." I groaned into his ear, tracing the lobe in out with my tongue.

"Me too. Olly give it to me. More..." he moaned. I slammed home and he arched underneath me, swinging his toned legs over my shoulders and taking me deeper.My hands, slick with moisture pressed flat into the down bedding.

"Oliver!" He squealed while his head shook from side to side, giving me a second to jab his hot spot one last time before he came again. How the hell that was possible, I didn't know but at the same time I didn't give a shit. He was gorgeous when he came and I was the only one that would ever get to see it. Wait what? That was the last thought I had before my own orgasm took hold and released deep inside of him.


He squeezed around me, pushing my own seed around my aching member. It took me a minute to see things clearly and get my body to relax before I felt comfortable moving. I came so hard that it was almost painful. The build up of watching him on the mount before was beyond foreplay and actually getting to thrust into him for more than sixty seconds had done a number on me. I shuddered, feeling the last trickle of my seed drain me dry and cracked my back. His legs were still around my shoulders and Tate shivered being pulled with me. Both of us were a mess. Both of us were exhausted also.

I couldn't think beyond sleep at this point and a shower was too far away. Slipping his lifeless legs from my body, I rolled onto my side and pulled his chest to mine. I pulled the soiled coverlet off and slipped us under the warmth of my comforter. He sighed burrowing under my chin and slipping his smaller leg between mine. A slim arm wrapped around my waist and I melted into him.

"I like how you punish me," he whispered on a soft yawn.

"I like punishing you," I grumbled in his ear and kissed his head. The second I closed my eyes, a deep peaceful sleep took me away.