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"But Daddy isn't here. He's with Master."
You know what to do then, idiot. You need pain. All it would take is a flick of your fingers...
“I can’t. I don’t do that anymore. I promised.” He protested, his gaze drawn to the low set of drawers situated next to his bed. Inside that top drawer was his salvation – or his curse. It would burn so sweetly – it’d erase the nasty emotions that were attempting to consume him. It’d be so easy to give in, to take the lighter out and relieve the pressure. To use the pain of scorched skin and burnt hair to deal with his own fear of not being enough.
Open the drawer, idiot. You know you want to. He’ll never know if you’re devious enough – sneaky enough.
He whimpered deep in his throat. He couldn’t do this. Storm would be so disappointed in him. He’d take away that awesome sex, or even worse - the nightly cuddles.
Not if you distract him with your mouth. Just a couple of burns. We’ll do them on the inside of your thighs. Right in the crease of your groin. You’ll be bent over while he fucks you. No man wants to look at you while you have sex. He’ll never know.
His hand shook as he reached for the metal pull on the drawer. He fought the compulsion, but the voice kept growing stronger, more demanding…
Chapter Sixteen
“He seems different - happier.” Max spoke softly. “And Lizzie thinks that has to do with you.”
Storm took another bite out of the pasta in front of him. He’d agreed to meet with Max at a diner not far from the club. After staring at paperwork all morning, he’d decided a change of scenery would be nice and had been thoroughly enjoying the delicious shrimp scampi. But now he was wondering if he shouldn’t have insisted that Max come into the office and skipped the food. “I’m assuming that you’re speaking of Raine?”
Max stirred his soda with the straw. “Yeah. Lizzie said that he’s almost got a glow about him when she stopped over last week to pick up those forms you needed me to sign.”
“You make it sound like he’s pregnant, man.” Storm shrugged his shoulders. “Serving suits him.” Storm wasn’t about to elaborate out in public, especially when he knew there were at least three reporters in the diner, just waiting for him to slip up. It never took long once he was in public for someone to notify the local media. “If that’s what you wanted to talk to me about, perhaps we should’ve met at Redemption, Max. Raine’s not up for public consumption.”
“That’s good that you want to protect him.” Max shook his head. “But Raine’s not the reason I called and asked you to meet me here.” A shuttered look crossed his face. “Tony Deluca showed up at my house. And I wasn’t about to discuss your side piece anywhere that Raine might accidentally overhear.”
“Ex. Tony is my ex, not my side piece.” Storm waded up his napkin and threw it on his plate, his appetite deserting him. “And I haven’t seen him since I left Colorado Springs, man.”
“No, but he’s been trying to reach you. You’re avoiding his calls to the point he showed up on my doorstep this morning demanding I get a hold of you.”
“Some guys can’t take a hint, man. He wanted more than I wanted to give. Now I have Raine and I ain’t available-”
Max slammed his hand down on the table, rattling the silverware. “As much as it pleases me to hear you say that you’re not stepping out onmysub, you still seem to fucking think that everyone wants a piece of your ass.” Max narrowed his eyes. “Tony is seeing Jonas now. From the sounds of it, it’s pretty serious.”
Storm sat there stunned. Tony and Jonas? His agent was gay? And a Dom. Man that made a helluva lot of sense. “So, Jonas and Tony?” He shook his head. “So why’s he been calling me if he’s with Jonas?”
“Because some knothead swooped in to save the day when I had a heart attack, without informing his agent that he was going out of town.” Max crossed his arms over his chest. “Tony wasn’t calling you because he wanted to get back with you, dumb ass. He was calling on behalf of Jonas, who doesn’t have your personal cell number. Why the fuck doesn’t your agent have your cell?”
“Yeah, well…” Storm felt his cheeks heat. “…the last time I gave Jonas my private cell, he called me all hours of the day and night. The man has no boundaries, man. Have you ever been dick deep in some tight ass only to have your agent call you to remind you about some damned charity event three weeks away?”
A smile tugged at Max’s lips. “Not that I can remember.”
“Well, let me tell ya. It’s not pleasant.” He gave a shudder. “Priorities, man. I appreciate the hell out of my agent, but not enough to let him fuck up my sex life.”
“I’ll call him when I get back to the club.” Storm promised. “You remember that code thing you use before dialing to block your number?”
Max laughed. “How about you come to my place and talk to Tony? Then you don’t have to worry about big bad agent knowing the club number.”
“Yeah, let’s go and get this over with. I told Raine I’d only be gone a few hours.”
Max chuckled and threw down a couple twenties to cover the bill then rose. “Now that’s a change.”
“What?” Storm asked, as he snagged his lightweight jacket off the back of the chair.
“You worrying about keeping a promise to your man.” Max smiled. “It’s great to see the Storm I remember.”
Storm rolled his eyes. “Whatever, man. Save that sappy shit for your sub.”
Max chuckled as they exited the diner. “Like you do?”
