Page 32 of Dark Promises

When Cole pulled back, he glared at me and told me everything that had happened to him, and why he hadn’t called me to explain. He’d been confined to his apartment doing several backbreaking jobs, sitting in a chair all day because of Covid. I had the choice to believe him or not, and aside from him not calling, he’d never lied to me before. He told me how he’d left Sam as a present to keep me company until he returned. He said he had no intentions of leaving me for so long. It would have been a nice gesture if he’d only called or sent a text, because Sam and I missed him something terrible where we couldn’t function.

I didn’t want to rehash those years and I tried to let it go.

Cole stood and held out his hand the way I had when he strolled into my bar uncertain if he should be there picking up a stranger. I had to decide then what to do. Well, there wasn’t really a decision. Cole was all I’d ever wanted, and I knew everyone deserved a second chance, and he swore to me that he’d never taken a lover in all that time. Since I didn’t want to lie, I didn’t say anything, because there were maybe one or two, but they didn’t mean much to me. I couldn’t even remember their faces or names anymore. I didn’t think about them or recalled how they looked because Cole’s face had masked them all.

It wasn’t those strangers under the masks. It wasn’t them in those harnesses, in the playroom bed, it wasn’t them I was paddling and then fucking—it was Cole. Only him.

I followed Cole into my playroom where there was a bed, and benches. “What do you say we try vanilla sex for once,” he suggested. “I’ve never had that kind of sexual relationship with you, and I think it would be something different. In the years since we’ve been apart, I’ve felt in a different way. It had always been the ropes and paddles, benches, and wearing hoods. If you don’t enjoy it, then we can always return to the crops and ropes, and I might have a few things you may have missed.” And he offered me a sexy smile, and slapped the crop against his thigh, and glared at me.

There was mischief in those sexy flickering blue eyes, and I wanted to know what plans he had, and how he would execute them.

“There is one thing,” I said, glancing up at Cole. His eyes wearing a dark passionate stare. “Promise me you’ll be my Master some time in our relationship. I don’t think that’s for me anymore. I’m ready for you to take control, baby.” I was ready to turn over control to him because being away from him had taken a toll on me. I smiled.

Cole glared as if studying to see what had changed, and he appeared stunned at my words, because he slanted his head with curiosity. He didn’t know what to say. I’d always been his Master and he appeared to be happy with that relationship. We even tried switching when I wanted to experiment, but it didn’t work out, but that was in the past and this was now.

We started out with me overpowering him. Perhaps it had been because he was younger and was having his first involvement with BDSM. It was how we hooked up and fell in love because we suited each other. Time had passed and perhaps we both wanted and needed something different.

I knew when I first met him, all I wanted was him. It wasn’t my desire to dominate him it just happened that way.I wanted him to be mine,I thought. No matter what happened I knew he’d come back to me one day, and I’d accept him as long as I could have him.

When Cole disrobed, my heart melted, and my heartache disappeared. Our eyes locked, and Cole said, “Are ready for me to take over?” I took a deep breath not knowing what to expect, maybe sooner than I thought. “I want you in the bed, on your back,” he barked in a gruff sexy voice, eyeing me with a quick naughty glance.

Before he could reach the bed, I’d stepped out of my pajama bottoms, dropped my robe in one fell swoop, leaving him standing watching me with a hard unyielding cock. My length only matched his in thickness.

It had been that relationship of me fucking him after all the play time with ropes tying him up where he couldn’t move, and I’d have my way with his body. That was what I enjoyed, but I needed to know now how much he’d changed toward me. If he desired me on all fours, then that was what I wanted as well. From the gleam in his eyes it appeared he wanted to fuck me, and deep down I wanted that too.

Now I yearned for his lean cock inside my body, moving around and filling me, breaking my tight hole.

Cole glanced over at me as I lay on the bed. He bit his lip, and said, “I’m not sure I’m up to the task to satisfy you the way you have done with me.” He stroked his cock, and I spotted a sheen of pre-come at his cock’s head. He was ready and I was tight. That would make for an interesting exchange.

It was as if Cole could read my mind.

“Everything has changed, my love,” he whispered, when his leg dipped on the

mattress and when he crossed my chest, I wondered if our relationship would last, because now it was up to him to use his cock to bring me to orgasm. “Maybe I was too eager to take over this position and hadn’t thought it through,” Cole admitted when he leaned over me, and his slick cock warmed my stomach.

Cole’s eyes locked with mine, and he knew this would be a turning point in our lives. I reached for his ass cheeks, and looked up at him, dragging him to my chest. He appeared nervous and I didn’t know why. My hungry eyes covered him from his head down to his hard pulsating cock.

I reached for his length, and he closed his eyes and moaned as he straddled my chest. I worked his cock with a tight fist and strong hands. I had to take him back to our experiences of me seducing him when we first met, if only to bring him back to the point when he left me that day and never returned. The sex had been overwhelming and magnificent. We spent the entire day in bed with him in my arms after I’d ravished his wonderful body all night.

Placing two fingers on his lips, Cole opened wide for them as if it was my tongue, and he sucked them until they were wet with his spit. With one hand I felt his lean hard cheeks and opened one side and with the other hand, I found his tight ring and pressed against it and pushed inside.

“Oh, baby, I’d forgotten what you could do to me,” Cole murmured breathlessly.

“Tell me what you want now.” He didn’t answer, but leaned back and rode my fingers as I reached for his nipple with my free hand and pinched it hard as he groaned with pleasure and threw back his head, closed his eyes and his mouth opened as if he couldn’t catch his breath.

I captured his nipple in my mouth, and with my free hand I tightened it around his erection as much as he could stand, and he could take the excruciating pain more than I could.I’ve never known anyone who could tolerate pain the way Cole can, and because of that we are a match made in heaven,I thought.

The question that haunted me was, could I take as good as I gave?

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