Flight of Fancy (8 page)

A careful inspection of the binding and cover showed no tampering. Nothing had been stuffed inside. No codes or coordinates. No hidden secrets that Carl could tell. The suspense was killing him. No way in hell Stallbridge wanted the book because it held sentimental value. And showing it off to the world couldn’t embarrass him. Who would give a shit about an old book written about the Stallbridges that had sexual connotations? Considering Stallbridge had never made any bones about caring what anyone thought of him, Carl couldn’t see him fearing the family exposed as perverts.

A shriek and sudden grunt took his attention. From his position on the couch, he had a front-row seat to all the entertainment in the room. The overlarge, cozy fireplace, the custom fifty-inch LED television, and the stainless-steel table on which a bloodied sex slave lay strapped and helpless while two hulking monsters abused him. Carl turned his attention from the book to the sexual tableau before him and eased his legs apart. He motioned for the newest slave kneeling by his side to suck him off. What this one lacked in expertise, he made up for in enthusiasm and youth. Though Carl had never liked little boys, he did like his partners on the young side. This one was twenty or twenty-two. He didn’t remember his name, but the dimples and freckles across the man’s nose gave him a hint of cute with a dose of naughty as his full lips closed around Carl’s cock.

“Good.” Carl stroked his hair before gagging the man on his dick. While his new slave struggled to breathe, Carl watched Samson shove his fully greased fist up the ass of the slight male chained to the table. “Samson, shift a bit. I can’t see fully.”

Samson moved. The giant Swede had been quite a find. Carl had lamented the loss of Joshua, his last security guard. They’d had a good bit of fun before the bruiser had protested what he called rape. Carl had thought of his last conquest as a bit of harmless fun. He particularly liked darker men. The contrast of his lighter skin color against a darker brown was beautiful. He constantly found himself vacillating between racial types. As he watched Samson violate the pitiable slave on the table, he shoved harder into the hot mouth surrounding him. “Suck me down your throat, you little shit.” He groaned as the man on the table moaned and jerked while Samson pushed deeper. “All the way, Samson. That’s pretty. Look at his balls. They’re tight. I think he’s going to come.” Not quite what Carl wanted. He liked pain, but he liked it better when the recipient didn’t.

Samson nodded at Tyler, Carl’s other personal protector. Tyler held a small whip and brought it down over the scars left from the last time they’d explored this type of entertainment.

“That has to be doing some damage.”
The painful pleasure will be exquisite
. “Make him come, Tyler.” It wouldn’t take long. This slave liked the lash too much. His draw to pain had made him instantly attractive, but now Carl was bored with him.

Tyler nodded. Samson withdrew his arm covered in a mess. The fluids just made it more real, more exciting. Then the whip descended. Screams, blood, and semen enhanced Carl’s enjoyment, surpassed only when Samson flashed a knife and the screams ended in a gurgle.

Humping his slave’s face as the violence escalated, Carl could no longer hold back. He jerked and jetted down his new boy’s throat.

He continued pumping between those pouty lips until he had nothing left. Then he pushed the young man off him. Not surprised to see tears in his slave’s eyes, he waved him away in disgust. “Samson?”

The larger man stood at a small sink washing himself clean. “Yes, sir?”

Carl liked that.
Sir
. Though not large, Carl had a commanding presence. He was like Samson, only smaller. They even looked alike. Blond hair, blue eyes. And that strength so apparent in Samson was reflected in Carl’s quick mind. Sharp, controlled. Powerful.

With a smile, he nodded to himself. “Zip me up, would you?”

Samson dried himself off, rolled down his shirt, and buttoned his sleeve. “Of course, sir.” After crossing to Carl, he knelt and reached between Carl’s legs.

Carl’s cock stirred.

Just as Samson pulled the zipper all the way up, Carl covered his hand.

“Sir?”

“Do you like working for me?”

Samson smiled, his avarice and cruelty readily apparent. “I do.”

“Good, good.” He let Samson go.

“What about Gary, sir?”

“Gary?”

Samson nodded to the dead man currently slumped over Tyler’s shoulder. Blood covered Tyler’s previously pristine white shirt. Between Tyler and Samson, he didn’t fear bodily harm. He’d seen both men plow through his enemies and not bat an eye.

“Ah, Gary. Dispose of him discreetly. Excellent performance, you two.”

Samson grinned, and Tyler nodded.

“Samson, the next time you need someone to play with, feel free to use my new toy.” He glanced at the freckle-faced young man sobbing on the ground. “He’s not very good, but he has potential.”

Samson licked his lips. “With pleasure.”

His slave whimpered.

The big man liked a challenge. Carl had noticed Samson looking himself over a time or two and had considered allowing him some fun. His guard was smart enough to know not to damage the boss, not if he wanted to live. But Carl didn’t like giving up control, and Samson was the type who wanted to fight for it.

Perhaps hurting his new slave would sate Samson’s hunger for pain. Then again, keeping his guard on the edge only made him that much more feral when it came to dealing with Carl’s adversaries.

“Oh, but Samson?” he called when Samson turned away. “Don’t play with him unless I’m there to watch. I want this one to last a little longer than Gary. He’s still so innocent.”

“Sure thing, boss. And Stallbridge. What do you want me to do about him?”

Kill him, came the immediate answer. “Let’s sit and wait. I’m sure he’ll start poking around soon enough, maybe even this weekend at the party. That’s what I’d do. I need to know who’s working for him. I have an idea, but I’m not one hundred percent sure my source was right.” Real psychics? Ex-government agents? None of it made a lick of sense, but he’d wait and see. “I can’t wait until this weekend, can you?”

“No, sir,” Samson and Tyler answered as one.

Carl tittered. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

Chapter Five

Gavin waited for Aidan’s permission before he pulled Aidan’s head down for a kiss.

The press of lips, the heat, the overpowering strength all around him, fueled his power that needed an outlet. He’d often envied Keegan and James their abilities. Moving something or setting fire with one’s mind—those powers could be contained, hidden. But making his whole body float wasn’t something Gavin could conceal. Needing an external channel to release his power sucked. Or it had, until now.

As he kissed Aidan, energy flared between them. Gavin groaned into the kiss, exploring Aidan’s mouth with soft strokes. He licked and teased until Aidan opened and allowed his penetration. That the larger man welcomed his touch gave their merging added meaning. Gavin couldn’t help it. He wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of guy. He’d never been one to hit the glory hole in the north campus bathroom or suck a guy off in the back hallway of a gay bar. He needed trust and emotion, a deeper connection with a sexual partner than the physical.

So it had surprised him as much as it probably had surprised Aidan how much he desired the bigger man. Yet the hunger had turned from physical to something else, because his power cradled them both as he let it wash over him.

Aidan tensed when their feet left the ground. And then he hugged Gavin tighter and took control of the kiss. He stroked Gavin’s tongue and thrust against it with his own, nipping and sucking until Gavin thought he’d burst.

Need you so much
came loud and clear into his mind, and he blinked his eyes open to see Aidan’s closed. As soon as the thought had been shared, Aidan closed off with an almost audible snap. Gavin’s sense of togetherness hadn’t faded, though, and he continued to hold them off the ground while he kissed and touched every part of Aidan’s body he could reach, well aware his bare cock met the solid wall of Aidan’s belly.

Aidan broke the kiss and looked down at him with hunger. Then he shifted his stare to the floor, a few feet beneath them. Unlike Gavin’s vaulted ceiling, Aidan’s was only ten feet tall, and soon he bumped his head. “Shit. That’s amazing.”

Gavin let them slowly drop until they hit the floor. But Aidan didn’t let him stop.

“No. Keep going. To your knees.”

Gavin knelt. Supplicant, wanting. God, he needed to suck Aidan off, to feel his Master come and taste his seed.

“Good boy. We’re back in the scene now. And you’re thinking the right way, finally.” Aidan slowly unzipped his pants and took himself out. “Just lick it. Learn my shape.” He kept his hand on Gavin’s head while Gavin used his tongue all over Aidan’s shaft. Aidan moaned, and the sweet sound eased an answering one out of Gavin.

“That’s good. Yes. Now suck it. And suck my balls too. Lightly, until I tell you to go harder.”

Gavin reached between Aidan’s legs and cupped his sac. Then he kissed and licked the skin before sucking one testicle into his mouth. He stroked Aidan as he worked him, not needing instruction when the man’s hand at the back of his head expressed his pleasure. Aidan pumped his hips in time with Gavin’s deep draws.

He stopped Gavin by gripping his hair and yanking him away.

The pain was unexpected…and arousing as hell.

“On your hands and knees, boy. I want to see that pretty red ass again.” Aidan backed up, making no effort to hide his fierce erection.

Gavin moved to his hands and knees and turned around to show Aidan his ass.

“Spread your cheeks.”

He leaned on one hand while he pulled his left cheek away.

“So pretty, that hole. Now I want you to answer me when I talk to you. And keep yourself open.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How do you feel now?”

“Fucking hard, Sir.”

Aidan laughed. “You’re an outstanding cocksucker. You about teased the cum right out of me.” Aidan knelt behind him and shoved his hand away. “Ever been fucked dry? It hurts.”

Gavin shivered. “N-no, Sir.”

“Want it?”

“No, Sir.” Not something he had to think about. Aidan would split him in half.

“How about I just rest inside you, then? I’m pretty slick.” Aidan pushed his cockhead into Gavin’s ass and rested there.

The intrusion couldn’t be ignored. “Sir?”

“Now fuck my tip. Just little pushes. Rock over me.”

Gavin pushed back until the pain grew too much, then moved forward to relieve it. He continued to ride Aidan’s cockhead, growing more and more aroused as Aidan’s breathing grew erratic and his moans came faster. Odd how Gavin wanted to get the man off before he came himself. He’d always been into receiving pleasure. Yet his thoughts now focused on Aidan.

“You’re killing my discipline.” Aidan groaned and pulled back. “Stay right there.” He cursed and moaned, and then something hot and wet hit Gavin’s ass.

“That feels good, Sir.”

Aidan rasped, “What do you want, boy?”

“I want you inside me.”

Aidan left and returned a moment later with a tube of lube in his hand. After a moment, he pushed through his seed and entered Gavin in one slick, smooth thrust, his cock still stiff but not as hard as it had been before. Knowing he’d brought Aidan to pleasure made all the difference.

“Now what? You obeyed, so you get rewarded.” Aidan continued to move, hard and thick.

“I want you to stay inside me until you can’t anymore.” Aidan’s erection would have to flag after coming so hard. “And then I want…” He didn’t know if he could ask. Blowing Gavin would probably be too submissive for a man like Aidan. Down on his knees, his ass in the air… Gavin wanted badly to see it, so he’d have that memory later on when he needed something hot to jack off to.

“Say it,” Aidan growled and shoved deeper inside him, mashing his balls against Gavin’s ass.

“I-I want you to suck me off, down on your hands and knees, Sir.”

“And?”

“And I want to see your ass in the air while you do it. I want you bobbing over me.” That would be so fucking good.

Aidan grunted. Instead of getting smaller, however, he felt firmer as he fucked Gavin. “One more time for my boy. You want my cum, you’ll have it. Know how hot you make me. How you make me lose control. You like that, don’t you?” Aidan rasped as he rammed deep, in and out.

The roughness, that aspect of not having the power to withstand Gavin’s allure, gave Gavin a high he couldn’t hide, and his cock thickened. God, he wanted so badly to be the center of someone’s world. To have Aidan, a man prized for his discipline and gruffness, admit to needing Gavin nearly sent Gavin over the edge.

“No, hold it for me. You want to come down my throat, remember?” Aidan reminded on a groan as he shuddered and came.

He withdrew much more slowly this time, no doubt oversensitive.

Then he turned Gavin’s head and kissed him with a thoroughness that took Gavin’s breath away. Gavin’s arousal had yet to abate, and the pain of his need actually hurt.

“Take it, baby. Take the pain. You need it,” Aidan murmured as he lifted Gavin to his feet and drew him toward the fireplace. “Don’t move.” He grabbed the blanket and threw it on the floor before the fire. Then he gently drew Gavin to his knees. “Watch my mouth. I’m going to swallow you up. All down my throat.”

Still buzzing from his psychic high, sexual arousal, and the taste of Aidan on his lips, Gavin watched Aidan nuzzle his shaft. Big, muscular, tough Aidan on his hands and knees in front of Gavin.

His blond hair slid over Gavin’s thigh, and Gavin couldn’t help himself. He had to touch that hair, to feel that silk over his fingers.

“Do it. Touch me. Hold me tight while you fuck me.”

Gavin hissed and jerked as Aidan’s hot mouth enveloped him. “
God.
Yes, yes. More. Take me, oh fuck.”

Aidan sucked cock better than anyone Gavin had ever been with. He couldn’t think as that masterful tongue swirled and teased his cockhead, his slit, his shaft. Aidan cupped his balls and shoved a finger inside, through his own cum.