High Voltage (4 page)

“I’m one sick fuck,” Volt muttered
under his breath.

On the bed, Heath stirred,
murmuring a string of incomprehensible words.

“Volt…”

Volt sat up straighter. Was his
imagination running wild on him?

“Volt…”

No. Heath definitely uttered his
name, but there was something about the way he’d said his name that made Volt
change his mind.

The incident at the power plant was
a rude awakening. He could’ve lost Heath, and losing his apprentice was
unforgivable. Volt hadn’t realized just how Heath’s leaving had unnerved him.
Back when Heath made his announcement, Volt was too stunned. As usual, he let
his temper get the better of him, but things were different now.

The only way to never let such a
thing happen again was to keep the boy close to him at all times. It was time
to finally stop playing around and make Heath his.

“Volt?”
Heath’s bleary eyes opened. “There you are.”

Volt bared his teeth. “I’m not
going anywhere, little tabby, so you can just relax. You’re safe here with me.
No one’s going to hurt you again. Not under my watch.”

“This is a good dream,” Heath
murmured, reaching out for one of his pillows to hug. “It even feels real.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Heath.”

Volt was amused to see Heath rub at
his eyes furiously. Heath’s eyes snapped wide open, taking in the interior of
his room and finally resting on him.

“Wide awake now?”
Volt asked.

He could see the panic in Heath’s
eyes. Heath gripped at the sheets hard and his eyes were screwed tight in
concentration. Volt had a feeling he was trying to shift, trying to run away.

He stood from his seat and sat by
the bed, making sure Heath wasn’t going to escape any time soon. They needed to
talk, and after talking Volt intended to have Heath. Felor’s return was as good
as any wake-up call.

He’d stayed put all these years,
convinced Heath didn’t deserve a murderer like him. Before, it never bothered
Volt that Kevin’s death had taken away his heart. He’d felt it was fate’s way
of adjusting the scales. Volt killed Kevin, so it was only right he could never
love anyone again, but seeing Heath in danger made him realize he’d not only
been a bastard. He was also a damn coward. Heath deserved an explanation. Volt
needed him to understand why he was like this.

Volt placed a hand on Heath’s bare
shoulder. “The doctor said you should take it easy. Take some time to let the
poison seep out of your bloodstream.”

“Shit, this isn’t really a dream?”

“Shall I prove it to you?” Against
his better judgment, Volt leaned closer and licked at a sweet little spot
between Heath’s shoulder and collarbone. Perhaps it was the years of keeping
away that made him act like this, but Volt could no distance himself. Heath was
an adult now. He’d just turned twenty-one a few months back, and more
importantly, he knew Heath wanted him.

“W-what are you doing, Volt?”

“Weren’t you the one calling my
name in your sleep?” Volt watched Heath’s face heat up. He could see denial was
on the tip of Heath’s lips, but it died the instant he closed his mouth over
Heath’s tender flesh. He sucked at the slightly salty skin, enjoying the taste
of his apprentice. Heath let out a sigh, but Volt found a hand pressed firmly
against his chest seconds later.

Volt raised his head, frowning at
Heath.

“Don’t. I don’t know what game
you’re playing, but stop,” Heath whispered. He let out a startled sound when
Volt’s arm curved around his waist and pressed closer to him.

“I’m tired of games, Heath. Tired
of pretending I don’t want you, but I don’t take unwilling lovers,” Volt said
against his ear.

He flicked at Heath’s earlobe with
his tongue, feeling Heath’s harsh breathing against him. “Tell me you don’t
want me, and I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you,” Heath muttered.

“You’re lying. I can always tell
when you’re lying.” Volt bit down on Heath’s earlobe,
wrangling
a needy sound out of him. “I can feel your eager cock pressed against me,
Heath. I can feel your quivering little body sighing against mine.”

His own cock perked up in his
trousers, and heat began to fill his belly, eager to spread to the rest of him.
Heath clutched at him tighter, not pushing him. It was a good sign. Heath’s minimal
resistance made his claiming all the sweeter. Volt knew deep down, Heath would
never openly admit he’d already given his sweet self to his master.

“Tell me, Heath. Why are you
fighting me so hard?” Volt asked, nipping his way down Heath’s neck, liking
every shiver and sound coming from him.

“I don’t…” Heath faltered. “Gods,
Volt, I’m terrified.”

Volt stopped to look him in the
eye. “I’m never going to hurt you, Heath.
Never.
Get
that into your fucking head.”

“But you will. This isn’t a
one-time fling to me, Volt. When you’re done with me, you’re going to leave me
hurting.” Heath sagged against him. “All those men and women in your
apartment…they never come back. I know, because I clean your mess up all the
time.

Guilt wedged its way into Volt
again, but he intended to make things right, to make Heath understand. Once
Felor was dealt with, Volt swore he’d make up for lost time. It was time to
stop being terrified and mend the hole in his heart. If Volt was too terrified
to let go of his past, he knew he was going to regret it. He’d nearly lost
Heath tonight. He intended to never let go of him again.

“Those people mean nothing to me,
Heath,” Volt growled, reining in his temper. “You’re not a one-time fling. I
intend to make you mine and I’m one possessive bastard.”

Distrustful eyes looked back at him,
impossibly green and terrifyingly innocent. “You expect me to trust you like
it’s the easiest thing in the world.”

“I don’t expect you to do anything
hard right now, Heath. Give me a chance. All I’m asking you to do now is to
give in to this.
To us.”

Volt ran his hands around the
slender planes of Heath’s body, marveling at how soft his skin was. How many
times had Volt imagined doing this?

Heath’s fist tightened on his
clothes. “Okay. Okay.”

“Good, because I
intend to make your heart and body mine by the end of this night.”
There
was an insistent tug on his clothes again.

“Please, Volt. I want to see you
undressed.”

“Undress me, little tabby.” Volt enjoyed
the sight of Heath’s concentrated face as his fingers helped him out of his
suit, linen shirt, belt, and trousers.

The apparent lust and desire in
Heath’s green eyes made him harder, made him ache. Volt had to bite his desire
down. Going hard and fast wasn’t his intention. He had to take it slow, ease
Heath in. Volt calmly went back to his chair, and beckoned Heath to him.

“Come here, Heath.”

Heath went to him, still looking
lost and a little spellbound. Volt easily pulled him to his lap, spreading
Heath’s legs over his thighs to expose his long and needy prick. Heath’s cheeks
reddened.

“Nothing to be
ashamed of, Heath.
I want to see you. All of you.” Keeping one hand
secured around Heath’s waist, his other trailed down Heath’s chest. “Hold onto
me.”

For a moment Heath pressed his head
against his shoulder, his anguish and reluctance evident, but Volt eventually
felt hands on his shoulder. The expression on Heath’s face was open, vulnerable,
and damnably sweet. Volt caught Heath’s mouth with his, beginning to nibble and
suck on his apprentice’s trembling lower lip.

He could feel Heath securing
himself properly, clutching at shoulders more tightly now and eagerly pressing
himself against Volt.

“Not yet. We’re going to take it
slow, Heath. Remember who’s in control.”

Familiar defiance flittered across
Heath’s features. Volt’s hand found one of his nipples. He then tweaked and
suddenly pinched the hardening bud. Heath let out a soundless cry of surprise.
Volt continued thumbing and tweaking the sensitive flesh, watching Heath’s
expression closely.

Heath wriggled uncomfortably on his
lap, but Volt could tell he liked the little bite of pain.

“You’re going to submit to me,
Heath. I know exactly what you crave and need. I’m going to be your master both
outside and inside the bedroom.”

“No. I don’t like this kind of sex.
I’m not into the whole BDSM thing,” Heath whispered, but his cheeks were rosy
and his voice lacked conviction.

“Don’t hide from me, Heath. I know
you. I’ve seen you when you think I’m not looking. When you jerk off in the
office restroom with the new plug you’ve bought thrust into your ass, do you
think of me?”

“Shut the hell up.
Stop making things up.”

Volt went on. “I assure you, Heath.
I’m much larger and definitely more real than your little manmade toy.”

The pink turned into a notable
shade of red. Defiance died away on Heath’s face and anger replaced it. He was
silently glaring at Volt, waiting perhaps for Volt to tell him he was damaged,
broken, and fucked-up.

“Heath, don’t you know there’s
nothing you should be ashamed of? I’m right here and I can give you want you
need.”

Unmade and stripped bare both body
and soul, Heath trembled on his lap. To guide him back to reality, Volt pressed
the back of his neck forward to him for a forceful kiss.

This time, Heath didn’t resist. He
opened his mouth to make way for Volt’s demanding tongue. Volt plunged his way
into Heath’s waiting heat and sweetness. He fucked Heath’s mouth thoroughly,
leaving a promise of more to come. Volt was just getting started.

“I want…” Heath panted, letting out
a sound when Volt pinched his nipple hard.

“You can tell me what you want
after I give you what you need.” Volt stroked his knuckles across Heath’s
cheek, smiling at his shudder. “Do you have a safe word, Heath?”

“Fuck you, Volt,” Heath whispered.

“
Fuck you, Volt
it is then. I’m warning you, Heath. Each time you
carelessly say those words to me is going to merit you a punishment.” His smile
widened at Heath’s groan. “Do we understand each other?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes, Volt.”
Volt corrected.

“Yes, Volt,” Heath mumbled, yelping
when Volt rearranged him and spread him across his lap.

“W-what the hell,
Volt?”

“Trust me, Heath. Remember I’ll
never hurt you. When you feel you’ve reached your limits just utter your safe word
and I’ll stop immediately.”

Heath squirmed for a few seconds,
but grew still when Volt nudged his legs further apart.

Volt ran a finger down the curve of
Heath’s ass to his opening. Wanting to feel the entrance he was going to claim
later, Volt took his time playing with the sensitive puckered flesh with the
rough pads of his fingers and the occasional nail. He could feel Heath’s
breaths quickening at the terribly intimate gesture.

Volt could scent Heath’s sharp
arousal, his drowning ocean of need.

“I’m going to forgive you this time
for speaking out of turn, apprentice.” Volt’s hand retreated to Heath’s
unblemished silken buttocks, trying not to look too pleased by his apprentice’s
needy moan. “I’m going to spank you this time because you need it. The next one
you’ll have to beg for.”

“I’m not going to beg—” Heath
cursed when Volt’s hand descended.

“Begin counting, apprentice, or I
won’t stop. I can do this all day.” Volt delivered a few more stinging blows
before Heath got the message.

“T-three,” Heath screamed out.

Volt massaged the slightly reddening
ass cheek, putting Heath in a false state of relief before delivering another
rain of blows.

Heath’s initial willful resistance
eventually whittled down to pleas, but he didn’t utter his safe word once. Volt
had a feeling Heath didn’t just take the blows to please him. Heath embraced
and welcomed the pain.

“That’s right,
Heath. Let out all those frustrations. Let them all out.”

Heath ceased
cursing and began to count with staggered breaths. His reddening skin grew
hotter and eager under Volt’s tender care.

Volt’s hand began to grow heavy, so
did his cock at Heath’s every groan and cry. Pain had given way to endorphins,
and Volt thought he had successfully wrung out some of Heath’s frustrations. His
stinging hand crept down to Heath’s rock-hard cock. The moment his fingers
curled around the length, Heath began to beg.

“Please, Volt. Please.”

“Please what, Heath?” Volt asked
mildly.

He began fisting Heath’s leaking
cock, using his pre-cum to lubricate the rest of him. He pressed a nail at the
edge of Heath’s hole, making him whimper.

Heath would look fine with a ring
thorough the tip of his cock and some ink, Volt mused. Even when Heath finally
obtained his markings as a licensed Elementalist, he’d still have Volt’s
initials inked into his flesh. Where would Volt place it though?

“You aren’t allowed to come, Heath.
Remember, your body belongs to me and so do your orgasms.”

Another whimper,
another series of bargaining and pleas.
Volt pushed his finger in,
feeling the thick muscles convulsing around it.

“Please, Volt,” came the sound of
Heath’s strained voice.

“You little slut, can’t you keep it
in a little longer?” Volt demanded.

“No.
Gods no.”

“Fine.
You
may come, Heath.”

Heath came with Volt’s fingers
still wrapped around his shaft, spilling his warm cum over his fingers.

The delicious body on his lap
shuddered and quivered, drowned by the pleasure that had taken control of it.
Volt stroked his back tenderly, until Heath lay limp on his lap and came back
to his senses.

Volt dropped Heath to the ground,
amused when he instantly went on his knees between his legs. Heath’s eyes were
no longer dazed. They were heavy and filled with wanting. Heath looked intently
at his cock, licking his lips, before looking up at him, a question in his
eyes.