Page 50 of Breaking the Code

He shucks off his jeans and boots, then squats in front of me.

“I see the marks on yer body, Tavish, and I recognize most o’ them for what they are. I’m a hard man. A dominant man. The things I like sexually could be an issue for ye…”

I open my mouth, but he stops me from saying anything by placing a finger on my lips. “Nae. Let me finish. If I ask ye a question, nod or shake your head. Do ye understand?”

I nod, chewing the inside of my lips, unable to tear my gaze from him.

“I’m sure ye’ve done yer research. Ye always do.”

I nod.

“Then ye ken the what o’ me.”

I nod again so he knows I’m understanding him and listening.

“Tavish Buchanan, people have used and abused you in the worst ways. Ways I’m sure I cannae see on yer skin. Ways ye may never give voice to, but if there is something I ask o’ ye or I am doing to ye that ye dinnae like or enjoy, ye have but to ask and I will stop.”

I nod. I know I can trust this man to do what no one has ever done in the past.

“Good. I am a Sadist, and I enjoy giving my subs the pain they need and crave. I get off on it. But I’m nae sadistic. The pain I give is for pleasure. In all the years Simon and I played, we nae left permanent marks on a sub’s skin.”

I swallow, my eyes burning with tears, but I force the emotion clawing at me from his words away. He watches me. Silently. Waiting for me to nod. Or at least I believe so.

“Do ye have a safe word?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Umm…I’ve never had one.”

Samuel loved it when I screamed “red.” I’d read it in a book about kink safety and hoped it would get him to stop the things he did to me. Things I didn’t like or that hurt. It didn’t. Samuel laughed like a hyena instead. His face reminded me of the ones in the memes from that cartoon movie.

“We’ll have a longer conversation about this later. We will make it easy then. The stoplight system. Do ye ken it?”

Draven’s voice pushes Samuel’s face from the front of my mind. That brogue shoves him back into the box. The one I put him in the night Damon and I ran from the Order moments before it went BOOM!

“Tavish? Did you hear me? Do ye ken the stoplight system?”

I nod, panting in anticipation of all the things I want to try. All the things I want him to do with and to me, but I’m not sure

“Then we’ll use the stoplight system. It’s easy enough to remember.” I nod again, but he continues on. “If I do something ye dinnae like and ye want to stop, ye say, ‘red.’ Iffn ye need a break, ye say, ‘yellow.’”

“Green is good to go, then?”

“Yes, mo ghille. There will be times I test ye. I have to trust ye will be honest in what ye can and cannae handle. Iffn there’s nae trust, this willnae work. Do ye understand?”

I nod and a small smile teases his lips just at the corners.

“Have ye been fucked before?”

Visions of prior acts beat on the boxes I’ve locked them away in, trying to force their way back out. I don’t need reminding of times I’d rather forget. Not now that I have a man like Draven in front of me. I close my eyes and nod with a single dip of my chin.

Draven says nothing at all in response. I open my eyes, and he is right there in my line of sight. The fire still blazes, but it’s banked. No longer an inferno like it was moments ago.

“Verra good. I’m proud o’ ye, Tavish. You should be too. You survived something most people dinnae or couldnae.”

He stands. That big, beautiful, massive cock bounces in front of me and I can’t help but lick my lips as it does. His big hand cups my cheek and his thumb brushes over my lips, forcing its way into my mouth. He presses the digit against my tongue until it rolls up around his thumb, cupping me.

“Ye are a beautiful boy, mo ghille. I want to fuck ye, hard and fast. There will be times it’s slower, but I’ve nae been with someone in a verra long time. Iffn hard and fast isnae for ye or fucking isnae something ye’re ready for. This is yer chance to tell me. I cannae hold myself back much longer, and once I touch ye the way I want, I dinnae wanna stop. So tell me true what ye want, because while there will be times I hurt ye for pleasure, I dinnae wanna hurt ye in that way. Nae ever. Ye’ve suffered that enough.”

My heart soars at his words. “I’ve been fucked. It wasn’t something I wanted, but it was something I needed in a way that wasn’t sexual. With you, I’m feeling things I’ve only ever read about, and I want you to help me experience those things.”

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