Flight of Fancy (14 page)

Aidan had a sudden thought—
that’s
if
our cover holds.

Gavin teased his balls and sucked harder, startling a groan out of him.

“Good boy,” he said, his voice thick. “That’s it. Lick my sac. You hard, boy? You want to come?”

Gavin groaned, his hunger apparent in the hard sucks and mental need pouring through him.

While he struggled not to come, Aidan pushed again at Carl’s barriers. He saw the cracks and vulnerabilities and shoved sections of those mental walls aside. He could make out the spine of an older book, a treasure Carl wanted kept close. It was the means to an end. A way to ensure Stallbridge kept his nose out of Carl’s business as well as tethering the powerful man until Carl could find a way to use and exploit him in the best way possible.

Carl moaned as Samson’s large fist worked in the man’s lap. Aidan made out little of what actually transpired, since Samson’s hand covered most of Carl’s dick, but he could see Carl getting off on the open pleasure.

“That’s good, Samson.” Carl panted, his gaze not on Samson’s hand, but on Gavin’s hollowed cheeks. “I love an orgy. We’ll have to have a free-for-all later tonight. Won’t that be fun?” Carl reached out to stroke Gavin when Aidan intercepted and squeezed his hand tight.

“No one touches what’s mine,” Aidan growled.

Carl groaned. “Yes, that’s good. Squeeze me harder.”

Aidan wasn’t sure if he meant his comment for Aidan or Samson, but no one interfered, and Aidan quickly released him. Then Samson did something that had Carl cry out and throw his head back.

Aidan settled his fingers over the back of Gavin’s head. Fuck if he could think past the arousal rushing through him. Gavin’s hot mouth, Samson’s narrowed gaze, the danger, sex, and pleasure all around…

“Swallow me. That’s good. Oh fuck.” Aidan shot into Gavin’s mouth, covering his boy’s tongue and the back of his throat with a mouthful of seed. As he came, he heard Samson make a mental note to watch more closely next time, when he didn’t have the boss distracting him.

Aidan couldn’t help a shiver as Gavin licked him clean and waited for permission to scoot back.

“Enough,” he said, nearly breathless. “Tuck me back in.”

Gavin released him and put his cock back inside his pants, then zipped him back up.

“Now stand. Show our host how much you liked what you did. Come for him, but don’t look at him. Remember who you belong to.”
“You can do this. I can’t take my eyes from you, and neither can Carl. It’s working. I’m positive he has the book here.”

Gavin nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He stood, closed his eyes, and gripped his large cock.

“Seeing you like this is turning me on all over again. Fuck, Gavin, you’re sexy as hell.”

Gavin groaned as he stroked, faster and faster, primed to explode.

“I want to see it,” Carl whispered, seemingly mesmerized. “A big mess all over the floor.”

Gavin grunted and tensed, his thighs tight as he neared his end. With only a small sigh, he released large streams of cum for all to see. His orgasm was massive, and Carl and Samson seemed to be riveted by the sight of it. Gavin had a real thing for exhibitionism. Aidan had thought his boy’s increased arousal yesterday had been due to his attraction for Mike, but apparently he just liked being watched.

A tool Aidan could use, even as he wondered at the hidden depths to his sub. Aidan liked that Gavin had kinks and needs not just any man could satisfy. It would take a special partner to please Gavin. A man like Aidan…

Fuck. Think, you idiot. Remember why you’re here.
He grabbed the opportunity to delve deep again and pushed inside Carl’s head. He had the sense of
Chronicles
, a book giving details about oral sex, tantric loving, and forced seduction. Sex by Johann Stallbridge described in flowing, ridiculously poetic words. The book sat on an ornate desk in a masculine room, near walls of bookcases. Carl’s private study, down several halls behind those large oak-and-walnut double doors framed with golden detail from the—

His information stopped midsentence.

A cell phone buzzed. Carl checked the number and nodded.
Death
screamed out from Carl’s mind, something related to the phone call. Not good.

Carl stood on shaky feet while Samson assisted him. “I have something to attend to, but I’ll return shortly. Then the three of us can talk business and play some more. Enjoy yourselves while I’m gone.” He walked away with Samson by his side.

Aidan sat there, breathing hard, watching Gavin stroke the remaining cum from his cock. “Damn, you are pretty when you come.”

Gavin just blinked down at him.

“Well, boy, what shall we do now? Perhaps a few spankings, since the bench is open?”
“A little more time down here before we go. I need to regroup, but not so it’s obvious. I read him, Gavin. The book is in his study. We find it; then we get the fuck out of here. I have a bad feeling not everyone in this dungeon will survive tonight’s fun, and I don’t want you here for that.”
Gavin should only see the good parts of a D/s relationship. Aidan wanted to spare him the ugly side of dominance gone wrong. And hell, just being around half these people made Aidan consider a lobotomy. Sick fuckers, the most depraved having just walked away from the couch.

“Whatever your pleasure, Sir,” Gavin answered in a husky voice.

“You just gave me a heaping of it.” Aidan leaned close and kissed Gavin on the mouth, determined to protect Gavin from harm. They’d get the book and fly. Well, not literally. But if it came down to it, would he risk Gavin’s life for the mission? Or would he sacrifice all he’d built over the years for his blue-eyed, rosy-lipped boy? God help him, he wasn’t sure as he stared into a face becoming more important to him by the minute.

“OH MY GOD. I jacked off in front of other people. In front of that psycho. And I blew you too.”

Gavin had a hard time believing he’d actually done that, yet he couldn’t deny how hard he’d been going down on Aidan, knowing others watched. Here, around so many naked people fucking all over the place, he hadn’t minded his own nudity. But blowing Aidan with an audience? It had been good with Mike the other day, but they’d all participated. He never would have imagined how aroused being center stage would make him. Then again, he’d swallowed Aidan, his gorgeous, golden partner. It wasn’t just about sex with a stranger.

And speaking of hard…
“This cock ring fucking hurts. Can you take it off me now?”

“As soon as you’re totally soft. Hard to get them off when you’re still erect. God, what a beautiful cock. You came hard, baby. You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Not because of Kerr and his goon. But it was a turn-on, doing you in front of them. All of them,”
he said, looking out at the others watching them with interest. He sighed.
“Does that make me a freak?”

“Hell yeah. My freak. I came just as hard. Right into that perfect mouth.”
Aidan grinned down at him and stroked his hair. Out loud, he said, “Come, boy. Let’s play a bit.”

They took their time, getting their second wind, and fooled around with a few spankings. Gavin and Aidan watched a man on his knees suck off two men at the same time while they dueled inside his mouth.

An image of Aidan and Mike taking him like that gave Gavin some naughty ideas.

“Yeah. We’ll have to try that at home,” Aidan murmured and jerked his leash. “I know a guy who’d love to get his dick inside your mouth. And I know how much you’ll like it, you little slut.”
“You wear my collar well, baby. See how everyone’s looking at you, wishing they owned you?”

Gavin had at first hated the collar and leash, but now it felt too damn good. He liked Aidan having control, and the proof of that lay in the chain lead. He wanted the cock ring off, because his erection had returned, and his engorged shaft made the hurt too good for his peace of mind. He needed to concentrate on their real reason for being here, but good Lord, this full-blown nest of sin was as arousing as hell. He wasn’t sure if he liked knowing Aidan could read how much he liked it.

“Easy, Gavin. I’m not judging. We’re supposed to be into this. You’re doing a hell of a job. Go with it.”
Aidan pulled him closer and ordered him to stand with his back to the wall.
“Just wait until I take you to Mike’s club. Christ, it’s like sex on crack, totally hot, and totally addicting.”

The notion Aidan wanted to take Gavin anywhere after the mission ended eased something inside him, even as his arousal increased.

A slender man with his companion crawling behind him stopped in front of them. The man in charge wore a brief black jockstrap. His slave was naked save for the rope tied around his throat, knotted to the length in his Master’s hand. “I noticed your play with Carl earlier. I’m John. I like your pretty slave. I’d like to see him come up close. May I?” John nodded to his companion, now kneeling by his side.

“Hands only.” Aidan crossed his arms over his chest.

“Certainly. Slave, jack him off.” John handed his slave a small vial.

“Yes, Sir.” The slave oiled up his hand and masturbated Gavin without pause. As if it were natural to publicly jerk off in front of anyone who wandered by. While Aidan and John made small talk, discussing business and arms dealings, Gavin remained aware of everything and everyone around him.

God. This guy was good. Slow and easy, his grip firm.

“My slave is new. Tight. I bought him from a friend of mine who caters to virgin ass,” he heard John say.

“Nice.” Aidan nodded. “Mine is still in training too. Found him at a club in Portland.”

They watched for a few moments, and Gavin felt himself begin to falter. His balls grew tight; his cock was aching. The cock ring restricted enough blood flow that he looked enormous and flushed.

“Come when you can’t hold back anymore,” Aidan ordered. “For John’s pleasure. And mine.”

John excused himself from Aidan and moved behind his slave. He propped the talented man up on his hands and knees. After releasing a greased hard-on from the leather jock holding him fast, he rammed himself inside his slave’s ass, fucking while watching Gavin with greedy eyes.

Gavin moaned in ecstasy, his orgasm perilously close. The slave’s fist moved faster, but it was Aidan’s hot gaze that nearly brought Gavin to his knees.

Aidan growled, “I said I want to see you come, boy. Spurt hard. Let’s see that hot load.”

Gavin cried out as he came, shocked when the slave moved in and sucked him, swallowing much of his cum while he laved him with a hot tongue.

John jerked him back just as Aidan readied to do the same. Aidan said something in a low voice, which had John nodding. He continued to fuck and said, “I’ll take care of it.”

Aidan didn’t respond. He dragged Gavin out of the dungeon and down the hallway. Once away from the masses, Aidan stopped him and removed the cock ring. He tossed it to the floor. “Let’s get you clean. I don’t like the thought of that fucker’s mouth on what’s mine.”

He didn’t sound angry, but Gavin thought he detected fury beneath the calm.

Nut that he was, it excited him. Aidan was acting a lot more territorial than Gavin might have thought he would. But why? He didn’t need to. He’d already established the appearance of ownership. So why the macho display in a hallway away from the others? Unless Aidan knew of some hidden cameras and wanted to add another layer to their cover.

Gavin obeyed, docile, as Aidan led him back up the stairs and past several staff toward their room. Once inside, Gavin waited in place while Aidan ran the shower.

To his surprise, Aidan returned, stripped down to nothing.

“Stay,” Aidan commanded.

As if Gavin were a dog. Gavin frowned but said nothing, aware of a potential audience.

Aidan removed the leash but not the collar. He pushed Gavin toward the bathroom and the shower. They both stepped inside the glass-walled stall.

While Gavin let the hot water rush over him, Aidan’s soapy hands ran over his body. His Master washed every part of him clean, especially his cock.

But before Gavin could return the favor, he found himself pushed face-first against the wall, his hips pulled back and his feet spread apart.

“Don’t move,” Aidan growled.

A glance over his shoulder showed Aidan smearing something on his cock. The water would have washed it away if Aidan hadn’t moved the showerhead. And then Aidan was there, in Gavin’s ass, shoving himself deep.

“Need to fuck you. Take it, you little slut. Take my cock.”

The rough possession was shocking, because the usually calm Aidan seemed out of control. He pounded into Gavin with ferocity. His large cock stroked and shoved, hammering a painful climax out of Gavin when he’d thought himself too tired to come again.

As he messed the glass wall, he felt Aidan jerk. Rough hands gripped Gavin hard while Aidan came inside him.

“Shit, yeah. Oh man. That’s it. Let me coat you. All inside you, boy. All mine.” Aidan pumped a few more times before stilling. They remained connected for a few moments, the water running in a steady rhythm, only the sounds of their labored breathing contributing to the rhythmic waterfall in the room. Then Aidan pulled out. “Now clean me up. Take care of your Master.”

“Yes, Sir.” Gavin hurried to obey, loving this feeling of belonging. Aidan had staked a claim clearly knowing others might watch. They had no idea if the bathroom was bugged, but the bedroom definitely had a few cameras. Still, Gavin didn’t get the sense Aidan played for an audience. He’d wanted to mark Gavin for himself. Or so Gavin wanted to think.

After he’d cleaned Aidan and again himself, at Aidan’s insistence, Aidan forced him to his knees. “Suck me. I want you to feel me with that mouth. Know me.”

Gavin knelt before his Master and closed his eyes, loving the familiarity of Aidan all around him. Spent, Aidan remained soft. But neither of them seemed to care.

After some time, Aidan started to grow hard again. But he tapped Gavin’s shoulder. “Enough.” He turned off the water. “Stay here.”