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This is not what I had planned, but I’m never going to say no to his mouth around my dick. “Only if you can make me come quickly.”
He’s on his knees in a heartbeat, my leather trousers undone. I’m not fully hard when he takes me into his throat, but it doesn’t take me long to be lodged in there. He works me over with so much skill, I know he can do it, especially if I’m willing. Our guests watch, Royal and Knox in amusement, Jackson and Roman with greed and desire. That boy will be on Jackson’s cock by the time I finish. A minute or two later, I grunt my release, even allowing the last spurts to hit his face.
He gets up and back onto my knee. “Thank you, Sir. Best birthday ever.”
I feed him the last of my spunk and see Dad and Pops have sat down. They’re smiling; they love Noah as much as Ido. There’s no shock or surprise when he submits to me in their house. Not even when he always goes to the bathroom with me.
I’m aware that I need to get down to business, to actually give Noah his birthday present, but I’m suddenly nervous. I’ve never doubted that he might turn me down. But this makes it all very real, this is us committing to our TPE lifestyle forever.
I glance at my brothers; they’re smiling at me. Royal gives me a nod, as does Knox, so here goes nothing. I reach into the side of the wide chair and pull out the long, narrow leather case.
“Noah, boy. I’ve got a present for you, for us.” I know he heard the quiver in my voice, because he lifted his head from my shoulder.
“A present? Another one?” He’s already had gifts from me and the family at dinner yesterday.
I tip him off my knee and into the chair so I can stand up. He looks confused, even more so when I go on to one knee. “Noah, you have changed my life and my heart. I never thought I’d find a man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Until you walked into my studio full of nerves, but a strength and determination for someone so young. As a Dom, I found my perfect sub. The boy that had the same wants and needs deep inside him as I have. You are my perfect boy, even when you’re being a brat. I offer you this as my commitment to you, to us, and to our lifestyle. Would you please do me the honour of wearing my collar?”
I lift the lid of the box and look at him. His mouth is open in shock, his eyes bright with emotion, a good emotion, I hope. But the longer he takes to answer, the more nervous I become. He’s going to say no.
Then with a trembling hand, he touches the black leather, the heavy clasp with a lock and a plate that simply says ‘boy’.
“Forever?” His voice as shaky as his hand.
I nod. “If you’ll have me.”
Then he nods and launches at me, pushing me down on my back on the floor. “Yes. Fuck, yes. A million yeses.”
We clamber back up, and I pull out the leather and put it around his neck. When he hears the click of the lock, he shivers. I pull him back to me and kiss him hard, our tongues tangling as we grip each other, him with his hands in my hair, me with handfuls of perfect, round arse.
I’m only vaguely aware of someone speaking. “Is that Memphis?”
Coming Next
I never thought I’d see Saint have a boyfriend; his kind of kink is what I would call…intense. Others may say hard-core or even sadistic. But it’s not. Well, maybe a little, but he’s always cared for the subs he has scenes with.
Now he’s collaring not only his boyfriend, but his employee, Noah. Noah turned up out of the blue just over a year ago and all but demanded a job. He got himself a whole lot more.
I’m a big fan of physical displays, we are in a kink club, after all, but I turn my head to talk to one of my brothers. Drake.
But his gaze is in the club. He frowns but continues to look. “Is that Memphis?”
I spin my head around so fast it’s like something out of a horror show, but I don’t see anyone. “Are you sure?” I look back at Drake.
“No, just got a glimpse of the guy. There was something familiar about him, that’s all.”
Should I go and look for him? I don’t bother, he left without a word and none of us has seen or heard from him since.
My chest is burning as I try to slow my breathing down. Fear and adrenaline have kept my legs pumping, forcing me to run faster and further away for too long. With my hands braced on my knees, I bend over; I’ll tackle the stich in my side when I can breathe again. I know they’re still behind me; I can hear them. The smack talk gets louder as the three teenagers getcloser to me. As I look up, my hands still on my knees, they round the corner of the building.
“There you are, faggot. Not as fast as you think you are?” It’s Ben that speaks. I hate him with a passion that burns inside me. There’s not a single thing I can do to stop him. He throws something that hits my head, and fuck, stars burst in front of me as the pain shoots through me.
“Hey, kid, are you okay?” A deep voice comes from an open door.
I spring upright and look frantically to my right, hoping his voice carries to the fuckers chasing me.
They must have heard him. “Shit! Fuck! Run!” Footsteps rush away in another direction. I wobble as the blood in my head drops to my feet. God, don’t let me faint.
“Jesus, what happened to you? Come over here, son. Let me take a look.”
