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

SORRY ABOUT THE SPACING ISSUE.  I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO FIX IT AND I'M NOT GOING THROUGH 19 PAGES TO SPACE EACH LINE. LOL SORRY.

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

"Guess I have to be huh?"

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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.

"Because...it 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."

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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.

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"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.

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"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.