Page 15 of The Rescuer

“This is Edwin, my husband-to-be, my equal in everything, and your new master.” Reardon’s voice was a mix of affection and firmness as he spoke to his household staff, gesturing to Edwin. “I want you all to treat him like you treat me.”

“Hello, Master Edwin, I’m very happy to meet you.” A blonde woman in her mid-fifties took a step forward, hand extended. “I’m Emily Michaels, the cook, at your service. Any time you would like to eat something special, just tell me, and I’ll prepare it for you.” She gave the man an almost maternal smile.

“Glad to meet you, Master Edwin.” Another woman with the hair almost all-white, a kind but also a bit stern expression, and appearing to be in her early sixties came forward, hand extended. “I’m Anne Haggard, the housekeeper.” She gestured to the man next to her. “This is my husband, Stanley. He’s a handyman here. We are honored to welcome you.”

“What my wife said, Master Edwin.” The man offered a bright, warm smile. “She’s the one who always does the talking, I’m only good with my tools.”

“Thank you everyone for welcoming my darling so warmly.” Reardon gave the members of his staff a bright smile, then turned to Edwin. “You already met O’Grady, the chauffeur, and Hennessy, my right hand and chief security, so we’re done here. Let’s go upstairs.” The man turned to Anne. “Please, I don’t want us to be disturbed, so send anyone who would want to talk to me back from where they came from.”

“Very well, Master.” The woman dipped her head. “I got your bedroom ready with the sheets you wanted and…everything else. Have a great time.”

“Thank you, Missus Haggard.” Reardon grinned. “It all depends on my sweet Edwin here.” He graciously extended a hand to the other man. “Come on, love, follow me.”

The two men climbed the stairs, took a few steps on a corridor, then stopped in front of a door Reardon opened and gestured invitingly. “Wow, this is really…” Edwin stopped to catch his breath, then looked around the all-black room with dark-brown and golden accents. “The black bedroom you told me about really exists.” He plopped down on the edge of the four-post, huge bed.

“I’d never lie to you, about anything. I didn’t lie when I said that you belong to me, that I own every cell of your body, and I would get you from that place to make you mine forever.” Reardon’s voice was thick with emotion. “And I don’t lie right now when I do this.” He got down on one knee, a small jewelry box in hand. “Will you marry me tomorrow? Be my husband for eternity?”

A few moments of heavy silence followed, then Edwin’s answer came in a hesitant, barely audible voice. “I…I don’t know what to say; I’m nothing more than tainted flesh and a broken soul, and you are a great guy who deserves much better than this.” He gestured to himself. “I thought you brought me here to serve you as a distraction, like I was…”

“Shh, please, I don’t want to listen to you belittling yourself anymore.” Reardon gently put a finger on Edwin’s lips. “You have a pure soul and a gorgeous body I can’t get enough of, but those are only two of the things I love about you.” The man paused, his eyes suddenly darkened, then continued in a deep voice. “All my life, I stood tall and proud; I knelt to no one, but you have me down on my knees.”

“I don’t want a fancy wedding with a lot of posh guests I don’t know.” Edwin inhaled sharply. “Do you think I’d be deemed as soulless if I didn’t want my brother Edward to be present? He’s the twin who overcame all the hardships and managed to build a wonderful life in spite of everything he went through. I admire him, but sometimes, being reminded how great of a failure I am…”

“My love, it’s your wedding, your special day; you can invite or leave out whoever you want. I won’t judge you.” Reardon brushed a strand of hair out of the other man’s eyes. “However, if I were you, I’d invite your parents and Brian; I think neither of them deserve to be robbed of the happiness assisting at your wedding would bring them.”

“I can do that.” Edwin nodded, then looked into the other man’s eyes. “Thank you for choosing me over all the perfect boys and men out there and for treating me with kindness and consideration at the brothel.” He paused a bit, then continued in a shaky voice. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Reardon opened the box and extracted a magnificent man’s ring from it. “I guess we’re now officially engaged and I can call you my fiancé.” He put it on the other man’s finger, then turned his hand and kissed his fingertips, lightly sucking on them.

“Thank you,” Edwin said quietly, raising his hand and admiring the multi-faceted emerald encased in the ring. “It’s superb, the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen.” He went silent for a moment, then continued in a small, sad voice. “I’m afraid I have nothing to give to you.”

“You deserve no less, my love.” Reardon kissed the other man’s palm, looking at him in adoration. “Just ask, and I’ll cover you with the finest jewels from head to toes.” The man winked. “As for you not having anything to give me in return, we’ll see about that. I’ll go into the bathroom to run a bath for us. I want you to strip and follow me.”

Edwin nodded as Reardon disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. Listening intently, the man in the bedroom heard the sound of the water filling the tub, and he started peeling his clothes off one by one, neatly folding them. Stark naked and suddenly shy, he stood in the middle of the room, waiting for the Irishman’s instructions.

Edwin heard his fiancé’s voice calling him from the bathroom, so he went in there. Reardon was lighting a couple of small, white, jasmine-scented candles along the sink and the high window. He also wasn’t wearing anything anymore, a deep shade of pink creeping on his face under the other one’s admiration-filled but also curious gaze.

Reardon gestured for his fiancé to step into the tub, then grabbed his phone from the edge of the sink and turned on some music, sticking to soft, romantic songs telling stories of requited love. Once he was done to that, he joined Edwin in the tub and got behind him, back against the curved end, legs wide open to welcome his fiancé in his lap and arms.

Reardon hugged the warmth of the man resting upon him, closed his eyes, and pressed his nose into the natural, pleasant scent as his hands touched softly at the surface of his fiancé’s chest. Reaching back to the Irishman and cupping his face, Edwin turned a little to meet the lips waiting to take his.

As their kiss deepened, his breath stammered when he could feel his fiancé’s falling hand slithering down the surface of his torso and past his navel. He couldn’t help it when his mouth fell open at the tease of being groped, especially when the tips of Reardon’s fingers brushed the base of his shaft.

The Irishman stroked Edwin’s cock without pause and kissed all along the top of his shoulder, then he lifted a knee a little, bringing up the other man’s left leg, as well, and he reached further to circle his fingers around his fiancé’s puckered entry. With his eyes closed, Reardon merely listened to Edwin’s small imploring voice as it bound quietly off the walls of the bathroom.

When his hand that was tending to the other man’s hole was grabbed, the Irishman knew right away he was told to properly finger him instead of keeping the touches outside his yearning ass. Nodding, Reardon instructed Edwin to sit on the edge trim of the tub, a comfortable position that left his anus exposed.

Wanting to keep it down, Edwin bit his bottom lip as his eyes fluttered, and it only got worse when his fiancé sucked at his own fingers before easing them into his core one at the time. Once the insertion was taken in full, two fingers stretching Edwin’s hole, his cock started to expunge droplets of precum the more Reardon reached into him, pressing the hook of his fingers precisely over the place he knew it would make the other one cum at any moment.

That truth only intensified when the Irish gang leader brought his mouth down over his fiancé’s standing cock, taking him and sucking like he was the world’s most delicious popsicle. Feeling his own orgasm building up in the pit of his stomach, Reardon removed his fingers from Edwin’s ass, replacing them with his cock.

Thrusting in and out his fiancé and stroking the man’s cock at the same time, the Irishman brought both of them over the edge and made them fall into the abyss.

“I love you, my king,” Reardon whispered in Edwin’s ear as he held his trembling form in his strong arms. “I always will.”

CHAPTER 11

Six weeks later

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