Page 21 of Memories of the Dark

“Firstly, you are not broken, and secondly, it would be an honor for me to be your dominant. Before taking the decisive step, however, we must talk about a few things, like rules and limits. Are you ready for this or should it be postponed to a more... suitable time? Right now, you’re in a vulnerable position, and I don’t want to take advantage of it.” Xavier’s voice sounded very serious, stern even, but it also had a tinge of affection in it that made Everly melt.

“Now is the perfect moment. I don’t want to wait anymore. I witnessed the change in Dehaan when the two of you got together. He never stops smiling, and that light in his eyes... I promise to never break your rules and disobey your commands.”

Everly’s soft voice, the posture of his body, the light blush starting to creep from his neck to the cheeks covered with neatly trimmed facial hair, did things to Xavier’s nether regions, and he fought hard against the urge of making the other man his, then and there. However, he knew better than that and, inhaling sharply, managed to focus on the talk.

Total openness and honesty, trust, no cheating, respecting a schedule both parts would agree on—Everly didn’t find Xavier’s rules hard to follow. Also, he promised not to pleasure himself without permission and to always talk with the dominant about new things he wanted to try. The discussion ran smoothly until limits and safe words were brought up.

At that point, Everly hesitated, saying he didn’t have any limits, and therefore, there was no point in establishing a safeword, then fell silent, lowering his gaze. Xavier felt it was the right moment to win the other man’s trust and asked him what was the sexual activity Fergus didn’t like but didn’t dare to tell Greenwood, fearing he would be punished.

Dehaan cast an admiration-filled look in Xavier’s direction, his heart swelling with love for the man who used a sensible, delicate approach instead of pushing Everly to talk. The older man cleared his throat, admitting Fergus’s husband subjected him to a very degrading and humiliating treatment while he performed oral sex.

Witnessing Greenwood and feeling Fergus’s reactions, Everly came to dread cocksucking, and he begged Xavier never to force him into oral sex. Putting his strong hands around the other man’s body, the biker told him in a low, calm voice that consent was the very essence of a relationship between a dominant and his submissive, and nothing would happen between them unless Everly expressly allowed it.

Smiling weakly, the older man nodded in understanding, then graciously sank to his knees, putting his cheek on Xavier’s feet. Moved to tears by that manifestation of total, utter submission, the biker helped Everly to his feet and, taking him by the hand, guided the man in the bedroom where he gently placed him on the bed.

A few seconds later, Dehaan appeared in the doorway and stood there, sweeping an appreciative gaze over Everly’s naked body. In a low, deep voice, Xavier commanded the man on the bed to spread his legs while he rummaged through one of the drawers. Finally getting what he was looking for, the dominant turned around and climbed on the bed, blindfolding Everly and lightly kissing him on the forehead and temples.

In the same voice, Xavier ordered the other man to bring his hands above his head, then tied them together with one of the black, long, silk scarves he’d taken from the drawer. Moving down on the bed, he spread Everly’s legs some more, tying each of them to one bedpost. Then, he left the bed, careful not to make too much noise, heading to the kitchen, from where he returned with a small bucket filled with ice cubes.

Eyes wide, a small gasp of surprise escaping his tempting lips, Dehaan advanced into the bedroom, stripped, then climbed on the bed next to Everly, much to Xavier’s delight. Putting the bucket on the nightstand, the biker took a few cubes of ice, placing them on Everly’s abdomen, torso, and navel.

Xavier climbed on the bed, knelt between Everly’s wide spread legs and smirked, pinching his nipples and twisting them, then took another cube of ice and started to circle the tiny bits of flesh. At that point, the man tied up on the bed, so calm and quiet until then, started to moan and writhe, tugging at his restraints and arching his back.

The popping sound of the lube bottle’s cup announced to Everly that Xavier was going to show mercy to him, but little did he knew that the sweet torture had just started. Working him open and slicking his entrance, the biker inserted one, then two fingers into the pulsating hole. Curling the digits, Xavier found Everly’s prostate and started to lightly brush over it, again and again, setting the other man’s body on fire, making him beg for his cock.

Since it was their first time together, the biker decided not to prolong Everly’s torture, so he pushed inside the pulsating channel, starting with a few deep, slow thrusts, then gradually picking up the pace. Meanwhile, Dehaan squirted some lube into his hand, coated his cock and stroked it in sync with Xavier’s thrusts into Everly’s wanting ass.

The room filled with the soft sounds of pleasure the three men were emitting as they got closer to the edge of no return. Whimpering, Everly arched from the bed once again, managing to get Xavier’s attention. Smiling satisfied at the sight of the older man’s raging hard cock, the biker spat in his hand and started to stroke it.

Dehaan was the first who orgasmed, the white, sticky substance all over his abdomen, followed by Xavier. Everly was the last, his release coming as a sweet reward for the pleasure he’d given to the one he already considered his dominant, and whose deep, raspy voice told him how great of a sub he was.

Drained of the last drop of energy, Everly closed his eyes, falling asleep, but somehow, he still registered Xavier’s big but gentle hands roaming over his body, carrying out the aftercare ritual, the expression of a dominant’s affection for his submissive. He was valued and taken care of—the thought brought a peaceful smile on Everly’s face, lulling him to sleep.

CHAPTER 18

“May I come in? I saw a beam of light under the door and I thought you might still be awake.” Tobias, Seamus MacAtee’s younger brother, shyly peeked inside the drug lord’s bedroom through the cracked door. “I want to talk to you. It won’t take long, and you must be dead tired, and...”

“Actually, I planned to read for a bit before going to bed but talking to you is an even greater way of spending time. I’m all yours.” MacAtee’s heart ached and bled at the sight of his younger brother’s pale skin and thin body but managed to hide his pain behind a gentle smile. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“You’ve told me what you do and why you chose this path, and I can’t tell you how much I admire your courage and strength. However, I have to admit I’m terrified at the idea of you going to jail and placing me in Flint’s care. Why him? That one never made a secret of how much he detests me.” Tobias’s grey eyes clouded with sadness.

“I know, and believe me, I’ve talked and talked to him for hours on end, trying to make him open his heart to you. Unfortunately, Flint is the only living relative you have, so you are going to stay with him until you turn eighteen. Sorry, Toby, it can’t be any other way, unless, of course, you come up with a better solution, one that doesn’t involve you being placed in social services’ care.” For a moment, Seamus’s voice thickened with emotion, but luckily, his brother was too preoccupied to notice.

“Actually, I have an idea if you are willing to give it a try. I heard the men talking about this place called The Base, where neglected and abused kids get education, medical assistance and, most important, protection against those who may want to harm them. I could just go there and tell them my older brother is an abusive bastard who will finish me off before the incurable condition I suffer from will.”

“Flint may not like you, but he would never try to hurt his flesh and blood. Besides, think about all the special treatments and care you need. The people from there, no matter how well-intended, won’t be able to offer you that. With your brother around, that’s a different story. He will...”

“You know better, being the oldest of us. However, if you trust Flint so much, why haven’t you told him about my condition? It’s been a year since I was diagnosed.”

“Well, I guess I haven’t found the right moment. As you know, I’ve been very busy planning this whole thing, and Flint helped me a great deal. At the end of the day, both of us are so exhausted sometimes, we can barely talk. But yes, if I think about it, I have to admit your idea is better than mine. I’ll meet the man in charge of that sanctuary and talk to him about your needs, then I’ll ask Flannagan to look for some reputable lawyers to represent your interests.”

“You are the best older brother in the whole wide world. I knew you would agree in the end!” Tobias left the chair he was sitting on and went to the bed, bending over it and hugging Seamus. “I’ll take very good care of myself, so you wouldn’t have to worry about me while you’re in jail, I promise.” The radiant smile on the kid’s face warmed his big brother’s heart, and the man ruffled his hair.

“There is a boy there, about your age, his name is Nico. I want you to befriend him if you have the chance. Blond with the most beautiful eyes and brightest smile, very kind, soft-spoken, just like his father. He doesn’t live at the sanctuary but goes there almost every day to volunteer and see his uncle, who runs the place.” A melancholic smile played on Seamus’s lips. “The two of you will be brothers-in-law one day because I intend to marry him once I get out of jail.”

Jaw tightened, hands balled into fists, face contorted in an ugly grimace, Flint MacAtee stepped away from his older brother bedroom’s door where he’d stood glued for the last twenty minutes, eavesdropping on the conversation between Seamus and Tobias. As if stealing my beloved brother’s affection wasn’t enough. That little prick is trying to take a big chunk of what’s rightfully mine, but I’ll be damned if I let him, Flint bitterly thought.

When their good-for-nothing father knocked up their mother for the third time, she initially wanted to terminate the pregnancy against the teachings of the Catholic faith she was raised into. However, Seamus, fifteen at the time, begged her not to, promising to take care of the unborn.

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