SE Jakes Bound By Honor (16 page)

was out of earshot, Tanner said, “You don’t have to fucking save me from everything.

You can’t.”

“You weren’t doing a great job of extricating yourself.”

“I was trying to be respectful of your club,” he explained. “I could’ve put that guy through the wal , something I also

didn’t want to do because I don’t want to put my entire career in jeopardy.”

Damon nodded and steered Tanner away from the crowded bar. “You shouldn’t be down here.

Because there are a lot of people who want to make you prove yourself. You attracted a lot of attention your first night

here.”

“Yeah, that was my wish,” Tanner said.

Damon continued patiently. “You’re not a sub and you’re hanging out with me. A lot of guys would love to take what

they perceive as mine. Show me up if my boy doesn’t perform correctly.”

The thought of being known as Damon’s boy made Tanner’s blood run hot this time. It was scary and a turn-on…and

he’d never been more conflicted in his life. “Whatever.”

“Go upstairs and wait for me. Because I don’t want to see you down here with other men pawing you.”

That stopped Tanner cold. “Wait. You’re jealous.”

Damon didn’t answer but Tanner knew he was right.

“Would you like it if I was?” Damon asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” Tanner paused. “I was jealous. I thought you were going off with someone before.”

Tanner tucked his head in a way that Damon found so fucking endearing his throat tightened. As he’d walked through

the club, he’d had more than one Dom ask about hi s ne w boy, i f Damon would b e col aring him…and even though he

wouldn’t want to make Tanner his sub, the thought of Tanner trusting him enough to al ow Damon to col ar him made his

dick hard.

Although he knew the other Doms questioned his decision to back away from this world, Damon knew he didn’t want

his life to be a show any longer. He didn’t want to put his boy on constant display—or any kind of display—and Tanner

did not want that anyway.

No, Damon wanted private—and with his reputation a nd the subs that were constantly trying t o g e t with him, i t was

seemingly impossible to run a club like this with any measure of comfort.

“Come with me,” he said, his hand on the back of Tanner’s neck, guiding him into the bel y of the club, past the

scenes that were happening right out in the open, play that was considered sick and wrong by some.

Once, Damon had lived in this world—lived and breathed for it. Today, he was grateful for what it gave him, but the

man standing next to him could do more just lying next to him naked than the whips and the chains could.

Tanner was staring at the different types of play, first watching a young, col ared boy at his master’s feet. Another was

being whipped on the St. Andrew’s cross…moaning as his skin showed raised red welts.

Tanner’s face showed his uncertainty.

“He’l wear those like his badge of honor,” Damon told him.

“This is so damned intense…too much.” Tanner turned away and Damon caught his chin in his hand.

“You okay?”

“I don’t know.”

“You never have to do anything you don’t want. That doesn’t mean you don’t trust me. Could mean you just don’t like it.

Could also mean you don’t trust yourself.”

“This place…it makes people feel safe, doesn’t it?” Tanner asked.

“Most people, yes. At one time, it was what I needed. But LC and I are sel ing it now.”

“Why?”

Damon opted for honesty. “I’m done with the scene. I was done with it before Jesse, but he needed it so badly. He

liked the public humiliation aspect of it. The feeling of being owned.”

“And you didn’t like that?”

“I loved every second of doing it for him,” Damon said softly. “But…”

“It goes back to what you want.”

“Yes.”

“You stil haven’t told me what that entails.”

“I want someone who comes home to me every night.” Damon hadn’t meant for the words to come out roughly, but

they did.

Tanner stared a t him for a long moment and then he stuffed his hands into the pockets o f his jeans. “ I want that too,

Damon. But it’s not in the cards for me—not every night.”

Damon understood. Could never ask him to leave a job he ultimately loved. One he was good at.

But Damon wasn’t interested in being an Army wife.

“Do you want me to leave now?” Tanner asked him after a long moment.

“Yes. And no. It’s going to hurt either way, Tanner.”

“So don’t fucking think about it tonight. Don’t think about it at al . Let’s ride it out and see where it takes us.”

Damon wondered ho w he’ d lost control o f t he upper hand i n thi s relationship…wondered when i t ha d become a

relationship in the first place. “No thinking. Lots of fucking.”

Tanner nodded in agreement and Damon tugged him in the direction of the loft.

Damon practical y dragged him up the stairs to his loft, and Tanner al owed it, because he liked knowing he’d gotten

to Damon.

He hadn’t realized it before now, but Damon had more barriers than he did, and that was saying something.

“Get your clothes off,” Damon growled, al while helping drag them off Tanner’s body as if the need to reclaim him was

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encompassing. “Maybe I should’ve let that Dom have his way with you.”

Tanner let a slow grin slide across his face as he threw his clothing to the floor and then palmed his dick, stroked it up

and down while Damon watched him. “Yeah? Would you have watched?”

Damon sucked in a breath and stared up and down the length of Tanner’s body as Tanner continued to jack off and

talk to Damon, his voice husky with arousal. “Would you have let that guy strip me down?

Bend me over? Because I think…at the last minute…you would’ve stepped in.”

He threw his head back as his bal s tightened.

“Bend over the back of the couch. Now.”

He looked at Damon, felt lazy and horny as he moved to do what the man asked. He heard Damon’s zipper, the fal of

clothes and boots hitting the floor as his palms flattened on the cushions, his dick rubbing the soft leather. Damon came

up behind him and kicked his thighs farther apart, fingered his hole with a cold slick of lube on a finger, the insistent press

of a second joining it, twisting, opening Tanner up.

“Getting you ready to be nice and fucked. By me, not by anyone else in this goddamned place.

Understand?” Damon smacked his ass once, twice and by the third time, Tanner was tel ing him that yes, he

understood.

“Then say it.”

“Fucked by you, Damon—no one else but you.” Why was it so easy to let himself get into this headspace now? To

bend over wil ingly, knowing Damon would be taking something from him he’d hung onto for so long…to be excited to

give it to Damon again and again? “Please, Damon…only you.”

Damon grunted a s he slid his cock into Tanner i n one long, devastatingly slow stroke. Tanner’s mouth hung open as

Damon kept him down with a hand on the smal of his back and the pressure ceded to pleasure when Damon was up to

his bal s inside Tanner. “Gonna take you for a ride.”

Tanner attempted t o steady himself, b ut h e could barely hang onto the couch. Especial y when Damon palmed his

leaking cock and played with it in tandem with his own thrusting.

Damon had the strength, the prowess, but now that the fight was behind him, he needed to fuck through the victory.

He was like a rutting bul . And he was holding back—attempting to—and it sounded like it was kil ing him.

Doms didn’t lose control, but Tanner wanted Damon—the man in him, not the Dom. Wanted to make him lose any

and al sense he had.

Wanted to turn around and watch Damon take him…although this way was easier. So for now, he let it lie and instead

contracted the muscles of his ass around Damon’s cock, trapping it. He alternated that with thrusting back, hard, into

Damon’s hips. Fucking himself on Damon’s cock, the way he’d been ordered to the other night.

Tonight, he did so without any urging from Damon, and when he looked back, he saw Damon’s neck muscles

stretched taut, his eyes fierce, his tone warning when he asked, “Topping from the bottom?”

In response, Tanner contracted his ass tightly around Damon’s cock again and watched the man simply freeze. And

then rut as Tanner squeezed again and again, milking the orgasm out of Damon.

Damon struggled not to let it happen and he failed, came with a howl of defeat, of pleasure, and Tanner felt the hot

gush of come fil him. Reveled in it, his own dick stil rock hard because he was so busy watching Damon unravel in

fascination.

After the big man col apsed against him, Tanner wondered if Damon would somehow punish him by not al owing him

to come.

“You little shit,” Damon breathed in his ear. “Now I’l bet you want to come.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Damon moved a few minutes later, yanking Tanner’s head back by his hair to look down at him.

Studying. Planning.

Tanner could probably come from the look in Damon’s eyes alone. But he didn’t, because he had a feeling he’d like

Damon’s other ways of making him come better.

“Stay there,” he told Tanner, his voice gruff.

Tanner stood, felt Damon begin to rub the heated lube along the crack in his ass, then his dick and everything Damon

touched began to tingle with a sensation that made it impossible for Tanner to stay stil .

“Jesus Christ, Damon…”

“Feel good?”

“Have to touch it.”

“Not yet.” Damon chuckled. “Little boys who get too big for their britches need to be punished.”

“Please…”

“So damned impatient, sweet boy.”

Tanner heard a chair being pul ed. Turned to see Damon sitting, and he motioned to Tanner to come to him. “I want

you to sit on me, baby. But first, play with yourself a little…make sure you’re nice and open.”

God, he was more than open enough, and the heated lube was making him nearly frantic. He played with his hole with

his fingers while Damon watched, urged him on with a soft groan. And then, final y, when he closed his eyes and tried to

make himself come by grabbing his cock and stroking, Damon stopped him. Turned him so he faced outward and then

lowered him slowly onto Damon’s rigid cock, impaling himself on the man who, when he was final y al the way down, held

his hips firm so he couldn’t escape and began to thrust upward.

Tanner squirmed, the pressure almost too intense for him to handle. But Damon put an arm around him to steady him

and he let Damon do what he needed to.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” Damon said, stil ing so the tension in Tanner’s body made him taut as a wire. “Go on. You

want to. You want to fol ow every order I give you.”

A shudder overtook Tanner’s body. He bit back a groan until Damon threaded his hands in his hair and pul ed his

head back slowly. Licked a line along his jaw. Bit his neck.

“Do it.”

Tanner couldn’t hold on for much longer. He moved his body up and down on Damon’s cock—saw stars as Damon’s

thick, hard cock hit his prostate with each bump and grind…and then Tanner couldn’t hold on. “Gotta come.”

“No one’s stopping you…never stop you,” Damon told him, and Tanner closed his eyes and stroked his cock and

came al over himself. And when he slumped forward, Damon held him. Picked him up after slowly sliding out of him and

took him into the bedroom.

And Tanner wasn’t sure what scared him more—how easy it was becoming to submit to this man, or the fact that he

wanted to do it on a regular basis, even without being told.

Wrung out, Tanner lay half dazed against the sheets fil ed with come and sweat, and he didn’t care about anything but

how goddamned good he felt.

Damon was next to him on his back, his breathing slightly more in control than Tanner’s.

“You staying?”

“Maybe.”

Damon turned to him with a half grin. “Cocky. Stay here—I need to go back down to the club for a little while.”

“I’l go with you.”

“No. I want to keep you up here and away from al of that for now. You look so wel fucked, and I don’t plan on sharing

any part of you.”

Damon wa s s o serious that Tanner’s throat tightened. H e wondered where this could g o , given Damon’s hatred of

Tanner’s Army career, and decided he didn’t want to think about that tonight. No, he wanted to lay there smel ing like

Damon—marked by him—and he liked that he’d been al but ordered to remain in Damon’s bed.

Damon came out of the shower, body and hair damp, strode around naked for a few minutes as he checked the

security cameras, studying his domain before he slipped into his usual al -black attire.

Tanner’s body went taut with lust. “You real y have to go?”

“It’s only for a few minutes.”

“That’s too fucking long,” Tanner told him, loved the way the smile stole across Damon’s lips. He jerked the covers off

and strode over to Damon. “And I’m dirty.”

“You are. You’re my sweet, dirty boy,” he told Tanner. He stroked his hair and Tanner fit against him, molded chest to

chest, thigh to thigh…cock to cock…

“So fix it.”

“But I like you dirty.”

“Prove it.”

Damon’s eyes glowed. “You’re getting in the way of my business.”

“So punish me.”

“ I might. Maybe I wil take you downstairs and strip you o n the stage. Make yo u g o over m y la p i n front o f

everyone, showing them al how much you like to be spanked.”

Would Damon do that? He didn’t think so—didn’t want it—and yet Damon’s words made him rock hard.

“Yes, you’d like that. So would the other Doms. Maybe they would each take a turn at your ass.”