Page 10 of Finding His Forever

He didn’t have to be told twice. The Dom helped Matthew ease onto the clean sheets and get into position. Through slits in his eyes, the sub watched Master Del close the curtains to give them privacy before grabbing and pulling on his leather pants, leaving the fly undone. He retrieved a tube of arnica gel from his toy bag and returned to the bed, taking a seat beside Matthew’s thighs. “How’re you feeling?”

He hissed when the first drop of cool gel landed on his right butt cheek. “Phenomenal—that was incredible. Thank you.” His words were slurred as sleep tried its best to pull him under.

“You’re very welcome. Rest now while I take care of you. We’ll talk more later.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Six

Del spent the next forty-five minutes tending to the submissive and watching him sleep. After applying arnica gel to the welts up and down Matthew’s ass and upper thighs, Del turned him onto his side and covered him with a clean, warm blanket. Next, he grabbed a package of baby wipes he’d seen in one of the cabinets and used several to remove Matthew’s ruined makeup—something he’d never done with a sub after a scene.

Something about the younger man caused Del’s protective nature to override his sadistic streak. He loved making Matthew cry and seeing the remnants of the sparkly eyeliner and mascara streaming down his cheeks. Usually, he let the submissives he played with walk through the club after recovering from subspace to clean up in the bathroom or locker room, letting everyone see how the Dom had brought the masochist to tears. But for some reason, he hadn’t wanted to share the results with anyone else this time.

He knew several sadists who liked to cuddle with their subs after giving them the pain they craved, but Del always did it out of his obligation as a responsible Dom in the lifestyle. Others he knew would pawn a sub’s aftercare onto someone else. If thatwas part of their negotiations, then Del could be tolerant, even if he disagreed with it. But what he couldn’t stand was a sadist who didn’t fulfill their duty to a masochist, ensuring they were safe and had recovered after a scene before leaving them alone. Del always waited until he was confident his D/s partners were stable and in the right state of mind before letting them go after sending them into subspace—whether it took thirty minutes or three hours for them to recover. Many times, he escorted a submissive home and then called them the next day to make sure they were okay.

However, when it came to the beautiful twink he now had wrapped in his arms, Del wanted to take him home and wake up with him in the morning. That was something he’d never done before, either. There was an attraction . . . a draw to Matthew that he had never experienced with any other man, and they barely knew each other. But that was something Del wanted to fix. He tried to remember the last time he went out on a date. Like adate-date. Dinner at a nice restaurant or somewhere they both enjoyed while talking, holding hands, and laughing. Thinking back, it had to have been several years. His only sexual encounters of late had been in a club.

What would Matthew say if I asked him out? Would he be interested in me for more than just a giver of pleasure/pain?

A sexy moan came from the man in his arms. Matthew’s head rested on Del’s bare chest. His breaths, gentle puffs of air across Del’s skin, left goosebumps in their wake. Unable to help himself, Del dipped his chin and swept his lips across Matthew’s forehead. “Wake up, pup.”

The sub blinked several times before his eyes stayed open, still filled with post-orgasmic drowsiness. “Hi, Sir.”

Del grinned and flicked one of the pointy ears the younger man still wore. “Hi back, my sexy, little Vulcan. Since you’re stillrecovering, you can relax on protocol until we leave this room. How’re you feeling?”

“Mmm. Like I was ridden hard and put away wet—just how I like it.”

“Ha! Glad to hear it.” He brushed a few strands of Matthew’s blond hair, no longer damp from sweat, off his forehead. “You take the cane beautifully.”

Matthew blushed. “You handle it beautifully. I fell into subspace almost as fast as I do with the bullwhip.”

“Really? Hmm. We’ll have to try that after I’ve been cleared to play with the whip.” Before allowing certain types of intense play, The Covenant’s owners demanded new Doms take classes and demonstrate they could keep the subs they played with safe. “It’s my second favorite implement.”

The mere thought of sceneing again with the other man had the Dom’s blood rushing to his cock, but he ignored the stirring in his groin. The submissive was in no condition for a second round of sex any time soon. Del grabbed a bottle of water he’d set on a bedside table, cracked it open, and handed it to Matthew. “Drink up.”

When his order was obeyed, he said, “They’re going to draw the raffle winners soon. Do you want to get tickets?”

Del bought tickets earlier after inquiring about the booths scattered around the club. Since it was going to a worthy cause, he bought a hundred of them and asked the woman at the booth to help him put the names of all the club’s employees, including Matthew, on three tickets each. He knew most submissives worked off part of their membership fees. Once the employees were taken care of, he scribbled his own name on the remaining tickets. Later, he wanted to talk to Mitch’s wife about making a sizable donation to her charity. While he hadn’t gone into the military, he deeply respected those who signed up to defendtheir country. In addition to helping veterans, the charity also rescued dogs—a win/win in his book.

Matthew shook his head after swallowing half of the water in the bottle. “No, Sir. I bought a few when I first got here. But I’d like to be there for the drawing.” A wicked grin spread across his face. “I’m feeling lucky tonight.”

“You are, huh?”

“Well, I got lucky when you picked my snowflake.” He took another sip of water, and his gaze dropped to his lap. “Um, can I ask you something, Sir?”

“Sure. If you look me in the eye when you ask. What would you like to know?”

That blush he loved was back and deeper this time as Matthew met his gaze. “Did you . . . uh, did you purposefully pick me for the Secret Santa, or was it random?”

Del ran two fingers down the younger man’s cheek, his gaze trailing after them. “Do you honestly believe I wouldn’t be first in line to get your snowflake after meeting you? You had me spellbound that first night, pup. I’ve been waiting ever since to scene with you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Leaning down, he brushed their lips together. “I just hope I don’t have to wait two more weeks to see you again.”

Matthew practically melted in Del’s arms. “Have mercy, Sir.” His eyes lit up. “No, scratch that. Don’t have mercy, Sir.”

Del laughed before retaking the submissive’s mouth. He’d have to thank Kristen and Angie later for letting him get Matthew’s snowflake before they put the others up on the trees. For now, he would enjoy the rest of the evening with his pretty little sub.

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