My Forever (11 page)

The axe hit the ground and Lucas strode forwards. Kyle shivered, expecting the man to be rough in his eagerness, but he was met with the softest kiss, like the brush of wings along his lips, and hands that threaded tenderly through his hair. The uncertainty was still there and Kyle wanted nothing more than to remove it—to show the man that he was ready. Taking the initiative, he deepened the kiss, melding their bodies together so that his cock rubbed along a thick thigh.

Growling, Lucas circled his arms around Kyle and bent him backwards, taking control and ravaging his mouth with abandon. It was so easy to let go completely. Lucas’ presence permeated his entire being, filling his senses and devouring him until nothing else existed but the heat and desire that flamed between them.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure. Now shut up and kiss me again.”

Lucas chuckled and gave him what he wanted. Kyle was lifted by his ass and instinctively wrapped his legs around the man’s waist without breaking their kiss. So absorbed was he in the feel of the powerful body holding him that he didn’t recognise their changing surroundings until Lucas laid him down on the bed. When he sat up and tried to pursue the man’s retreating form, a firm hand pushed him back down.

“Get undressed for me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Kyle scrambled to get his clothes off, watching Lucas’ movements with rapt attention. Lucas stripped down quickly then walked over to his dresser. From the top drawer, he pulled out several items and placed them on the side of the bed. Once Kyle could see each piece clearly, panic shot through him and he glanced questioningly at the large man.

“I know that you desire pain and fear it at the same time. I want to show you that you have nothing to be ashamed or afraid of here. Do you trust me to do that?”

His gaze travelled back to the instruments. They were essentially harmless compared to the ones Craig had used to inflict serious pain. He gave himself a mental shake to banish thoughts of his former boyfriend from his mind. The bastard had stolen five years of his life. Allowing Craig to influence his recaptured freedom only put him in a different kind of prison. One with no walls and still no hope.

“I trust you,” he said, looking up in time to see an approving smile.

Lucas picked up two pairs of black, leather cuffs and guided Kyle to lie on his back in the middle of the bed. He snapped one cuff of each pair to the bars on either side of the headboard then began stretching Kyle’s arms to attach the other ends of the cuffs to his wrists. Kyle’s breathing came rapidly and sweat dampened his brow.

“Shhh, baby. Try to relax your muscles and concentrate on what I’m feeling. I’m right here with you.”

A wave of warmth and excitement rushed into him at that same moment Lucas possessed his mouth, drawing a moan from him. Sure hands explored every inch of his chest and sides, squeezing in some places and feathering over others. By the time Lucas ran his tongue down the curve of his neck and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, the cuffs were all but forgotten.

Lucas alternated between biting and sucking, then moved on to the other nipple. The combination had his cock begging for attention but he knew he couldn’t ask for it. He wanted to experience true submission and trusted this man to know what he needed. Lucas sat up and reached over for the pair of nipple clamps.

“For now, we’ll use ‘stop’ as your safe word. Even though I can sense your emotions, verbal communication is important. At any time you feel overwhelmed, I want you to say ‘stop’, is that clear?”

Kyle nodded but kept his eyes trained on the clamps.

“Look at me, sweetness. Focus only on me.”

It was difficult to tear his gaze from the devices, but once those blue eyes caught his, he was held transfixed. Lucas pinched one nipple then latched a clamp to it. Kyle sucked in a breath and held it as the man repeated the process on the other side. His breath was swallowed in an even more commanding kiss than the last until the pain ebbed.

Lucas then took the last of the items from the edge of the bed and used a lighter to light the small, white candle. This was something new to Kyle, though he’d heard of it before. Setting the candle in a holder on the nightstand, Lucas poured a good portion of lube onto three fingers then retrieved the candle.

“Pull your legs up.”

Kyle obeyed instantly, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension causing a tremor to race through him. Angling an arm in between his raised thighs, Lucas circled a finger around his sensitive entrance then eased it inside. When he felt his muscles relax around the intrusion, another finger was added.

Just as he was beginning to adapt to the stretching, Lucas hooked his fingers and grazed his prostate, pouring a small stream of wax onto his chest at the same time. Pain and pleasure shot through him and he shouted, arching his body involuntarily.

“Hold still, baby.”

That was easier said than done. Kyle panted with the effort it took to comply. Each trail of fire on his skin was matched by a stroke along his gland, the combined torture too much and not enough. When the third finger was inserted, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Whimpers and pleas flew from his mouth, though whether he was begging for more pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. Grabbing onto the bars holding his wrists in place, he used the leverage and slid down to push Lucas’ fingers in deeper, desperate to increase the pressure. Tears coated his lashes and overflowed at the physical and emotional onslaught.

In a blur too fast for Kyle to follow, Lucas set the candle aside and replaced his fingers with the tip of his thick cock, forcing Kyle’s legs further apart to accommodate his large build. In one swift move, the man plunged in and they both cried out. The intensity of their conjoined emotions swept through him like a tidal wave and it took every ounce of his willpower to keep from coming.
  

This time Lucas didn’t pause for him to adjust to the invasion. He slammed his cock to the root in deep lunges, punishing Kyle’s hole in vigorous thrusts. Kyle was beyond words. Every nerve in his body was alight and it felt as though he would fly apart if not for the crushing grip on his thighs. Lucas continued to pummel into him, showing no mercy. Not that he would have asked for it.

Not that he could have.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more without bursting, Lucas grasped the chain linking the clamps together and yanked them free.

“Come with me!”

Pain and ecstasy charged through him and he exploded, spurting ribbons of cum onto his chest and belly. Lucas slammed into him one last time and roared out his own orgasm. It seemed to last forever, heightening Kyle’s pleasure until he thought he might pass out. Finally, Lucas released his legs and eased himself out. The cuffs came next, then Kyle was carried into the bathroom for a shower.

He had just enough strength to stand on his own while Lucas took his time washing the wax and sweat from their bodies. It was so nice to be pampered by someone for a change. No, not just someone. Lucas. There was so much about the man that still remained a mystery. That alone fed his fears. It was time he grabbed his freedom by the balls and took back control.

Or gave it to the gorgeous man doing everything within his power to prove himself.

The idea made his cock stir to life again but he held his arousal in check. As he was being dried off, the irony that sex had now become preferable over talking hit him and he laughed out loud. At Lucas’ raised eyebrow, Kyle merely giggled and shook his head.

“Come here, you little imp.”

He shrieked as Lucas swept him up and threw him onto the bed then swooped down, tickling and nibbling. Kyle squirmed and shouted in between bursts of laughter. There was no way he could match the man’s strength but he didn’t necessarily need to. When Lucas had him pinned, Kyle lifted his hips and brought their cocks together, undulating against him. It had the desired effect. As soon as Lucas’ eyes glazed, he flipped the big man over and sat on his chest, holding both wrists down in his much smaller hands.

“Hah!” Kyle exclaimed in triumph.

“That’s cheating. Sexy as hell but still cheating.”

Kyle smirked. “You have your powers, I have mine.” He laughed at the mock threat in Lucas’ growl and rolled away before they could start in on round two. “Wait, wait, wait. You’re distracting me and I…I want to talk.” The mood sobered instantly and Lucas moved to lean back against the headboard, giving Kyle a little space, for which he was grateful.

There was still a measure of levity in the air so he decided to begin with an easy topic. “So you like tears, don’t you? I noticed that you kinda lost control when you saw them.”

“Did I hurt you?”

He waved the man back down when he started to rise. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It was…” He cursed his pale skin when blood rushed to his face. “It was really nice.”

With a grin, Lucas replied, “Yeah, I like tears, but only the good ones.”

Kyle matched his grin, saying, “And I like pain, but only the good kind. Guess that makes us a pretty good match, huh?”

“What are you saying?”

Taking a deep breath, he chose his next words carefully. “Craig never told me he loved me. He called me his addiction. I think I was so desperate to have someone want me that I thought it was love. I had nothing to compare it to. My mom and dad never got along. When Craig became obsessed with controlling everything I did, I started questioning our relationship but I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone about it. Or talk at all.” He let out a humourless laugh. “I didn’t even know sex could feel good until I had sex with you.”

“Making love,” Lucas growled. “And no, the act itself should never hurt. He was your first, wasn’t he?”

Kyle looked down and nodded. “When you told me about the bond, I thought… I was afraid that you would become like him. That the bond would give you the right to control me like he did.”

“Oh sweetness…”

“But I know it’s not the same,” he ploughed through. If he didn’t get everything out now, he wasn’t sure he would have the courage to do so later. “Nothing is the same with you. I know you didn’t expect us to bond and it took me a while to realise that you wouldn’t take advantage of it. So…if you still want me, I’d like to work on it. Maybe make a relationship out of it?” A spike of joy bolted through him as Lucas gathered him into a strong embrace.

“I would love a relationship with you. And once I explain the details of the bonding, you’ll know that I will never stop wanting you.”

“I think I can live with that kind of obsession. Just one more thing.” When Lucas sat back again, Kyle asked, “What’s the difference between a submissive and a slave?”

Lucas chuckled. “A slave is essentially what you were, but typically without the abuse. He or she gives their Master complete control over their lives under mutually desired conditions. These are usually outlined in a contract between the two. A submissive and Master can also have a contract, but the conditions are more lenient. For example, I could dominate you in and out of the bedroom and you would be expected to obey my rules, but you would also have the right to negotiate them at any time without reprisal.”

Kyle considered the differences for a minute. Where the line was drawn was a little confusing, but one thing stuck out in his mind. There was no abuse. And he trusted Lucas to ensure that. “Can I be your submissive?” This time when Lucas gathered him up, he curled into the large man’s arms and stayed there.

“Of course. We can go over the rules and limits, though I don’t think a contract will be needed.” “
I will always be a part of your life now and I want to deserve that privilege,”
he added through their link. “Now let’s take a nap. I’m an old man and you wore me out.” Sliding them both beneath the covers, he draped Kyle over his chest and held him close.

Contentment settled into Kyle’s entire being, bringing with it a feeling of peace he’d never experienced before. “How old are you?” he asked drowsily.

“Two hundred and fifty-one years last spring.”

Kyle shot up only to be dragged down again.

“First rule, you will sleep with me when I’m sleeping. I’m not passing up any chance I get to hold on to you from now on.”

With a small grin, Kyle fell asleep to the steady beat of Lucas’ heart.

Chapter Six

“How is this?”

Lucas looked up from his laptop to inspect his mate. A black silk shirt, jacket and pants moulded to his small frame, showing off every curve to perfection. The dress shoes bought nearly two weeks ago adorned his feet and his strawberry-blond hair was slicked back into a ponytail. The man looked absolutely stunning. Just as he had the last two times he’d presented himself, but Kyle thrived on compliments so Lucas made sure to give them out…sparingly. In his early years of casual dating, he’d learnt that too many compliments could cheapen the value of one’s opinion.

“Turn around.”

Kyle huffed but obeyed. While he was faced the other way, Lucas quickly adjusted himself. He knew the lure of a mating was strong, but he had been unprepared for the extreme boost to his libido. They’d been at it like rabbits since Kyle had agreed to accept their bond. Not that he was complaining. If not for his role as Master and proprietor, they’d never leave the bedroom. Or any room in the house for that matter… Occasionally the backyard, depending on the weather of course…