Page 28 of Shrouded Desires
“What exactly is more, Sir?” Raine lifted his head enough to look up him.
“I wouldn’t be just a stand in for Max. I would be your dominant and you would be my submissive in truth.” Storm then let the bombshell drop. “But I don’t do platonic power exchanges, boy. There will be sex and a helluva lot of it. Is that something you can handle?”
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Raine could barely believe his ears. Was this Storm Parkers, the professional football player, and Master’s silent partner actually asking him to submit to him for real – not just as a stand in for Master? Giddiness teased at him, before that dark voice that had been his companion since the ‘event’ mocked him.
He didn’t say anything about relationship, idiot. Just like every other guy, he just wants your ass because he’s stuck here. You’re convenient.
The dark thoughts taunted him, made him wish the floor would open up and swallow him whole. He didn’t want to get his hopes up only to have them dashed. He should just stand and walk out the door. All he had to do was rise, and he could leave Storm behind. He could walk away from the situation, go back to his room under the stairs, and refuse to come out ‘til Master came and made him. But that would mean going back on his word to Master. It could result in Master asking him to leave. He didn’t think it would, but that dark voice always tormented him with the idea it could. After all, hadn’t his foster family kicked him out when his foster brother had accused him of molestation? When in reality it had been their son who’d seduced Raine?
“You’re thinking too hard, boy.” Storm’s voice broke through the insecurities plaguing Raine.
Raine stiffened. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He tugged Raine up from his knees, before positioning Raine between his parted thighs. Even with Storm sitting, Raine still had to look up a bit to look him in the eye. Something he was finding hard to do. He dropped his gaze, focusing on Storm’s left shoulder. He didn’t know how to react.
“Look at me, boy.”
Raine lifted eyes. Storm’s expression was open, almost welcoming. He couldn’t see a hint of anger or even deception in those dark eyes. “Sir?”
“I’m going to lay it on the table for you, Raine. After last night you know I find you attractive, right?”
He nodded.
“Words, Raine.” Storm was firm in his command.
“Yes, Sir, I know.”
“And if I’m not mistaken, the feeling is mutual.”
“I...” He chewed on his lower lip. Fear kept him from admitting - let alone claiming his own desire. He hadn’t wanted a man near as much as he wanted Storm in a long time.And nothing good had happened the last time I wanted a guy like I do him.
“Relax. I’m not going to bite, boy.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “At least not until you ask me to.”
“Sir.” He flushed.
“There is nothing wrong with liking sex, boy. It can feel damn good.” His hands slipped under his robe to rest just above Raine’s briefs. While he didn’t squeeze, Raine still focused on the feel of those rough palms against his skin. Of course, his dick noticed and started to swell until the head popped out from behind the band of his underwear. He flushed even more when Storm noticed.
“Damn that’s sexy.” Storm growled, lust darkening his already dark brown eyes to molten chocolate.
“I...” Even his ears began to burn. Embarrassment, lust, and just a hint of awe that the Storm Parkers wanted him swirled through him.
“Shit.” Storm gave a rueful shake of his head. “The way you respond to me, fuck, it goes straight to my head. Perhaps we should put a little distance between us before I bend you over the table.” With ease, Storm lifted him up and set him on the table, before pushing back from it himself. When there was about six feet between them, Storm crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, let’s try this again, shall we?”
“Again, Sir?” He knew he probably sounded like an idiot.
Storm nodded. “We need to decide if we continue as we are, or move forward to something a bit deeper.” He blew out a deep breath. “I can tell you what I want, but ultimately it’s up to you. I can’t promise you forever, but for the time I’m here, you’ll be mine.”
Raine squirmed under Storm’s direct gaze. “Besides sex, what would it look like, Sir?” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, then continued. “I can’t do the public. I rarely leave the club. The trip to the hospital was a one off. I can’t be eye candy for you to show off to your other friends.”
“I know.” Storm tipped his head. “I’m not looking to show you off. My private life stays private for obvious reasons. My career would be over if it got out that I like to spank and whip men.”
Raine nodded. It made sense. “So, if you’re not looking for that…”
“I want your submission, boy.” Storm rubbed his hands over his thighs. “I want to use my whip on you. I want to make you fly, then fuck you raw.”
Raine’s breath caught in his throat. It’d been at least three years since he’d combined impact play with sex. The very idea that the dom before him would demand it sent shivers of awareness down his spine. “Impact play and sex, Sir?”
