Pure Innocence (21 page)

“
Boy,” Damon gasped as
Oliver left his nipple and trailed his lips lower, licking and
nibbling as he went down. He nuzzled the slightly damp hairs and
brought his right hand around to steady Damon’s cock as he pushed
the tip of his tongue inside the slit. The flavor burst onto
Oliver’s tongue and he licked around the head and lowered his
mouth. Damon’s hand came around, fingers questing and gripping
Oliver’s own cock. It was Oliver’s turn to moan.

“
Oliver?”

Oliver lifted his head up. “I won’t last if
you do that, Sir.” Oliver felt the bounce of Damon’s cock on the
side of his lips; he knew calling him “Sir” was a huge turn on for
Damon.

Damon’s eyes gleamed, and
taking care,
always,
not to trap Oliver’s hand, Oliver was on his back in seconds.
He pouted. “But—”

“
You’ve been spending far
too much time with Adam.” Damon bent his head in close and Oliver’s
lips parted. Damon had never…he’d used his hands, wonderfully, but
never anything else.

“
Sir?” Oliver tried not to
squeak the word.

Damon lowered his head,
licked the sensitive skin at the side of his nipple. He took it in
his mouth and brought his hand up to tease the other one, making
Oliver curl toes and squirm in delight. Completely ignoring
Oliver’s breathy “Sirs” and the fact that he couldn’t seem to keep
still, Damon shuffled lower until Oliver felt his warm breath in
his groin. Oliver groaned. He couldn’t…“Sir—Damon, I can’t, I mean
won’t—” Oliver stiffened and his cock pulsed and throbbed as Damon
nearly swallowed him, taking him to the root. “Oh.”
Oh
God. He—

Damon backed up and lowered his head again
quickly and sucked, once, twice, arms up, his fingers playing with
each of Oliver’s nipples.

“
Ahh, God. Oh, God.
Sir—Damon.” Oliver arched in pleasure and shot gloriously,
wonderfully into the hot, wet mouth that took, willingly and
completely, everything he had.

Oliver was still panting as Damon eased
himself back up and wrapped Oliver in his arms. “I—”

Damon chuckled. “Shush.”

Oliver took a steadier breath. “But—”

Damon smiled, his mouth moving against
Oliver’s hair. “We have plenty of time. I took a few days off.”
Damon kissed him softly. “I thought we’d go eat lasagna, then
shower, then come back to bed.”

Damon’s eyebrow lifted when he didn’t get
Oliver’s immediate agreement. Oliver swallowed—this was so
important. “I want you to tie me up.”

For a second, Damon was so
frozen, Oliver wasn’t sure he had heard him.
Yes he had.
Oliver nearly counted
all the emotions that chased over his Dom’s face. Horror. Pain.
Shock. And of course—
anger.

“
Absolutely not. Never,
ever.” Damon reared up. “How could you ever think…”

Oliver murmured softly and just managed to
cup his left hand around Damon’s face. Damon always knew it was
more important if he touched him with that hand. It was Oliver’s
way of asking to be heard and Damon subsided immediately, but
Oliver could feel him vibrating with tension.

“
I want to give you my
submission.” Oliver placed a finger on the lips that had
immediately parted. “I want to show you that no part of that sick
man who kidnapped me will ever come into our bed. I want to give
you my trust. I want you to know that I trust you with my life.”
Oliver smiled. “With my heart.”

He searched Damon’s eyes, willing him to
understand. This was the last thing he had to give to Damon, his
fear.

Damon closed his eyes and kissed Oliver’s
palm. Oliver held his breath. He felt like he was waiting at the
entrance to his life, finally ready to begin. Damon lifted his head
and his grey eyes bored into Oliver’s.

“
What’s your
safeword?”

Oliver smiled. “Strawberry, Sir.”

“
Lie on your back with your
arms above your head.” Damon arranged him to his satisfaction, and
reached over to a drawer. He pulled out a black tie. “I’m going to
blindfold you and tie your hands to the bed head. If you pull on
your hands or safeword, I will untie you immediately. I will not
risk any injury to your hands.”

As his world went dark, Oliver’s mouth was
so dry he couldn’t even swallow. It had never occurred to him he
wouldn’t be able to see and his heart sped up so quickly, he felt
it would bounce out of his chest. Damon lifted his forearms, and he
felt another wider tie loop his wrists together. His fingers on his
right hand could curl around the railings.

‘
What’s your safeword,
boy?” Damon asked again, and Oliver heard the click of an opened
bottle of lube.

“
S-strawberry,” stammered
Oliver.

Damon kissed his shoulder. “Last thing to
remember, don’t pull on your hands. If you pull the tie will
stretch too tight.”

Oliver nodded. He didn’t dare speak.

“
Words, boy. I need
words.”

“
Yes sir, I won’t move my
hands.”

Oliver was vibrating. He was petrified he
would hear another voice in his mind, someone other than Damon,
scared stupid it would make him panic. He just had to concentrate
on not moving his hands.

“
Do you trust me to always
take care of you?”

Oliver nodded, and gasped as he felt Damon’s
hands brush his cock. He’d been concentrating so much on his hands
and that he was blindfolded, he was shocked he was so hard again.
His cock bounced nearly painful as Damon moved his hand down to his
groin, and he felt cool lube as Damon spread it around his hole. He
clenched it tight automatically, and his breathing spread up a
notch. “Oh, oh.”

Damon’s fingers smoothed lube some more
around his rim, and Oliver curled his toes reflexively. Damon’s
fingers curled around Oliver’s cock. “No more hand exercises with
this now. This is mine.”

Oliver nodded frantically, getting more and
more overwhelmed.

“
You’re not going to move
your hands, boy?”

Oliver could hear the
words, but he couldn’t move, he wasn’t to move. He could hear
panic. No, no that was stupid. You couldn’t hear panic. You felt
panic—oh,
oh
that
was... He felt the smooth glide of a lubed finger as Damon pushed
inside him.

“
Is this what you like,
Oliver?”

Oliver didn’t know what to
say, it was burning, wrong. No, no, not wrong. It was good. There
was just so much, so much to worry about all at once. He couldn’t
move his hands, he couldn’t see. Damon moved and trailed kisses
down to his groin. There was so much happening, he couldn’t
concentrate.
Strawberry.
Strawberry.
He wanted to shout, needed to
shout. His legs were lifted, arranged. They were so heavy. More
pressure, burning.
He couldn’t.

“
Give it to me Oliver, give
it all to me.” Oliver couldn’t breathe, daren’t move, had to
move.

“
Now Oliver, give it to
me.”

What?
He wanted to shout, wanted to rage. What did Damon want? He
had nothing to give him, Oliver was worthless, he had nothing,
nothing Damon would ever want.

Yes, you do.

Oliver blinked under the blindfold. Wanted
to laugh hysterically. His lips parted on a wide smile and his body
relaxed totally. Yes, yes he did. Damon wanted his trust, that’s
all he’d ever wanted. Damon slid both his arms under Oliver’s
buttocks and lifted him so he was cradled on his thighs, both legs
laid over each of Damon’s forearms. He could feel Damon’s wet slick
cock push against his hole, and Oliver pushed down, reveling in the
burn. He didn’t have to see to know from the tremble in Damon’s
arms that he was holding himself back. He didn’t have to see the
love shining from those gray eyes to feel it. Oliver arched,
wordlessly encouraging Damon to move, a little more, a little
deeper.

“
Who are you Oliver? Who do
you belong to?” demanded Damon.

“
Mmm…yours. Your boy.” Oh
God. He was so full, so tight. Damon drew back a little.

“
Whose?” Damon yelled as he
pushed back in, and he was suddenly fuller, tighter. He was so
close, chasing something…then Damon moved and pulled him higher,
closer, and touched something inside of him that made sparks fire
from his brain, shooting down to his dick. He cried out, but Sir
hadn’t said. “Sir? I—”

“
Now Oliver, let everything
go, give it all to me.”

He heard the shout from Damon nearing his
climax, as if it came from a long way away. In that moment, knowing
he excited Damon so much—that he was completely his—tipped Oliver
over, and in that same moment he completely became Damon’s. Cum
shot from him as he felt the answering heat from Damon in his ass.
Oliver was floating, stunned, as Damon lowered him back down. Damon
tugged the blindfold off, and bent down to capture his mouth.
Oliver hummed in contentment, he wanted to put his arms around
Damon’s neck, but just remembered.

“
Sir? Untie me
please?”

Damon nibbled on Oliver’s bottom lip.
“You’re not restrained Oliver, lift your hands.”

Oliver gasped and lifted his arms. The tie
that had been draped around them fell on the bed. “But—”

“
I will never tie your
wrists.” Damon dropped a kiss on his lips. “I will never risk
hurting someone so precious to me.”

Oliver was stunned, he’d been convinced he
was tied, and he suddenly realized the point of the blindfold. He’d
panicked, hated it, but he’d submitted anyway. He’d given Damon his
fear, and it wouldn’t be his anymore. Damon caught his lips in a
triumphant kiss, knowing Oliver understood.

There was one last thing. Oliver’s breath
caught, he had to swallow, but it was important he got the words
out. “I never said thank you, not once, not ever.”

Damon sighed. “It was Joe’s—”

Oliver placed a steady finger over Damon’s
lips, and smiled when it was immediately captured in Damon’s mouth.
“I don’t mean getting me out of the warehouse.” Damon let his
finger go and kissed the tip. Oliver brought his hand around and
cupped Damon’s face. “I meant for all the time after. You never had
to see me in the hospital, and you certainly never had to take me
home.” Oliver’s voice broke on the last word, and Damon leaned
close, their foreheads touching.

“
Breathe, boy.”

Oliver nodded. They were both silent for a
few seconds, then Oliver looked up again. “That’s what you did for
me. Every day, even when I was too scared to do it myself, you
breathed for me. I loved you even when I didn’t think you were
real.”

Damon smiled. “Not real, huh?”

“
I couldn’t work out why
this beautiful man was there, there all the time, anytime I needed
him. The trial doesn’t even scare me, and not just because I know
you will be there, but that you have confidence in me.”

Damon bent down and they were both silent
for a while.

“
I’ve worked something out
as well.” Oliver hesitated. “You’re a fraud.”

Damon’s eyebrow’s rose until they nearly
disappeared in his hairline.

Oliver’s breaths sped up a little. “Everyone
says you’re a sadist, that you find pleasure in causing pain.”
Oliver looked determinedly. “I disagree. I just think you are
willing to go the extra mile for other people’s pleasure, I don’t
think you take it for yourself. I don’t think you enjoy it at
all.”

Damon’s mouth dropped open in astonishment,
and Oliver quivered. Had he said the wrong thing?

Damon seemed to notice Oliver’s worried
expression and caught Oliver’s lips fiercely in a kiss, then he
broke away. “I’ve never really thought about it,” Damon admitted.
“It was always something I could do well—an accomplishment.” He
hesitated. “It was as if I picked the hardest thing to achieve, and
made sure I could do it perfectly.”

Oliver took a breath. “I always worried that
someday I won’t be enough for you, but I actually think that part
of the reason you like being with me is because you don’t have to
make yourself cause pain anymore.”

Damon smiled.
“
Like
being with
you? I don’t just
like
being with you.” He leaned over, and Oliver stared into the
gray eyes he loved so much. “You are the single most beautiful
thing that has ever happened to me, and I will love you to my last
breath. If I can breathe for you, it’s only because you are my
oxygen.”

Oliver smiled, utterly content. He quietly
hugged himself, then hugged his man.

The End.

PURE

VICTORIA SUE

Callum hasn’t time to take
on a new sub for training. He has his BDSM club, Pure, to remodel
and open on Friday. He certainly doesn’t have the time to train Lee
in all the nuances of submission, even if Lee seems to be a
natural.

But someone else wants
him. Another Master who has no limits and doesn’t believe in safe
words.

If Callum doesn’t wake up
and accept the gift of Lee’s submission, someone else will take it
– forcefully.

PURE INDULGENCE

VICTORIA SUE

Joe, an ex-detective and a
popular Dom, wasn’t gay. Not one little bit. He told himself that
all the time he fought the inexplicable attraction he had for the
gorgeous young submissive, Adam. Yet when he learns a psychopath
responsible for two murders has set his sights on Adam, and Adam
disappears, it suddenly seemed far more important to tell him
something else.