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Hank could have come right from those words alone. One touchto his dick and he’d have shot off like a rocket. Lust and need coiled in his groin and spiraled outward to all his nerve endings. It seemed almost unbelievable that he was going to get a chance with Master Thomas. If things went well, maybe they could have a future.We could get a place and a puppy— He slammed the door on that train of thought. It was better to take everything one minute at atime than to start building up fantasies that might not happen.
Master Thomas raised that one eyebrow again. “Your safe words?”
“Red, Master Thomas,” Hank said. “Red to stop, yellow to pause, green for go. I prefer to use what I call the standards. There’s no confusion over safe words that way.”
“Very well.” Master Thomas stood. “Tell me your hard limits.”
“No blood, scat, urine or breathplay, no humiliation or pet play, no age play.” Though blood play would be negotiable with a Master Hank belonged to. That was one thing he’d never trusted anyone enough to try, and it was never going to happen with someone who didn’t own him permanently.
“Bruises?” Master Thomas asked. “Can I bruise you as I mentioned?”
Hank almost repressed the eagerness from his voice, but remembered thatMaster Thomas wanted him to tell the full truth. “Yes, please. I love to look at them afterward.”
Master Thomas cupped Hank’s chin.
Hank lowered his gaze as he shivered.
“Do you jack off looking at them? Touching them?” Master Thomas squeezed just enough to make a dull ache start along Hank’s jawline. “Do you like the pain, the marks or both?”
“Everything,” Hank said. “And I’ll jack off tothe marks only if I’m allowed.”
Master Thomas hummed and tightened his hold a little more. “I’d let you, if you recorded yourself doing it. Maybe. Or did it in a live chat so I could watch. Think about that, me telling you how to touch yourself, to push on the bruises, to stop when you’re so close to coming that it hurts not to.”
“Oh.” Hank’s cock gave a happy little spurt of pre-cum at allthose images. “Please. Please, I want that. I want you, Master Thomas.”
Master Thomas released him, turned, and gestured toward the private rooms. “Unless you’d prefer a public scene?”
“Private, please.”
Master Thomas walked over and took a key off the pegboard while he spoke to Derick, the Dom in charge of making sure everyone behaved and no subs were abused.
Hank noted that Master Thomasnever once glanced in Kelly’s direction. Kelly didn’t pay any attention to them, either.
But knowing that Master Thomas wasn’t hung up on Kelly eased a little ball of worry that had been hidden in Hank. If Master Thomas had been pining for Kelly, he’d not be bothering with Hank, or he’d at least be trying to ensure that Kelly saw them going to the private room together.
That was what Hank wouldbelieve about Master Thomas, because as far as Hank was concerned, it was true. Master Thomas was honorable and strong. Doubting himself when he’d been played—as Hank suspected had been the case with Kelly, though perhaps Kelly was confused about what he wanted—didn’t make Master Thomas weak. It made him human, which was a magnificent thing for a Dom to be. They made mistakes, and good Doms, thebest ones, would always acknowledge that—then see to it they didn’t make the same mistake twice.
Hank waved at Larry, who looked pleased with himself. He’d have to buy Larry something nice, like an inflatable butt plug or a vibrating cock ring, if this worked out with Master Thomas.
And Hank was going to have faith that it would.
“Room five,” Master Thomas said. “My favorite.”
Hank liked allthe rooms. “Why room five?”
Master Thomas unlocked the door, then opened it. He smiled at Hank. “Not the room so much as the number. It’s my favorite.”
The surprising share touched Hank. “I don’t have a favorite number, but lavender is my favorite color,” he offered in return.
“Lavender. Got it.” Master Thomas cupped Hank’s chin again. “Can I…? Do you like to be kissed?” His gaze dropped toHank’s lips.
“Master Thomas, I’myoursubmissive,” Hank said before he decided to offer Master Thomas something else, something he really needed to hear and to know Hank believed. “I’ve told you my hard limits, and nothing you’ve said you want to do with me breaches them or even nudges my soft limits. Trust yourself. I do. So trust my judgment.”
“You are a treasure,” Master Thomas said, rightbefore framing Hank’s face in his hands and crushing his mouth to Hank’s.
There was no tentative swipe of tongue, no gentle beginning. Master Thomas thrust his tongue into Hank’s mouth, staking a clear and decisive claim. At the same time, he turned Hank, moving one hand down to his left hip. Hank was pinned against the wall beside the door, his body pressed between the hard brick and the muscularbody of Master Thomas.
Master Thomas pushed one thigh between Hank’s. He nudged Hank’s balls and Hank whimpered and squirmed, absorbing the sweet pressure that just bordered on pain.
