Hesitant Heart (22 page)

“It’s time, Sam. Do you wish me to continue?”

“Yes.
Please
, Master.”

There was a pleading tone to Sam’s voice and Aaron knew that his boy was ready. Taking a deep breath, he clutched the handle, wrapping his fingers through the end then grasped it tightly. Without hesitating, he approached Sam. His lover screamed as Aaron pressed the scorching metal to his flesh in one fluid movement before removing it. If the ties hadn’t held Sam so strongly, he would likely have collapsed. The wound was red and angry, a blackness to the edges. Saul stepped forward with a bowl of iced water and a clean cloth. Aaron soaked the rag then applied it to the burn. Sam hissed then moaned. Aaron couldn’t help the anxious knot in his gut that existed right alongside his immense pride over what Sam had done for him.

He continued to apply cold water to Sam’s burn. Saul handed Aaron a glass of water with a headache powder in it. Aaron turned Sam’s head to give him a drink of the liquid, Sam continuing to rest it against the cross. He smoothed Sam’s sweat dampened hair back from his forehead, Sam’s eyes closed.

“All up, little Sam.” He lowered his voice. “You can rest now if you’d like. We don’t have to go through with what we discussed. It can wait until you feel better.”

Sam’s lids shot open. “No. Please. I need you inside me.”

Aaron kissed his temple. “Let’s get the gel on first. Finish your water.”

Sam did as he was told. Aaron set the glass down then applied the topical antiseptic to the brand. After he and Sam had finished celebrating together, a bandage would be applied. The club’s doctor would check it every day for signs of infection until the threat had passed. Aaron had already conferred with Theodore over how he’d handled Francesco’s mark.

At last, Aaron turned to everyone present.

“Thank you all for being here to share in our commitment to one another. But if you will excuse us, we would like some time alone.”

Saul clapped Aaron on the back. “Of course, old sport. Wouldn’t dream of keeping you from that sweet boy of yours.” Saul leaned in. “Give him what he needs.”

Aaron smiled, serenity filling him. “Always.”

Nodding, Saul gave him another enthusiastic pat then turned to the others. “I heard a rumor that Master Theodore was going to give us a demonstration on how to effectively use a bull whip on a naughty sub. Is that correct?”

Theodore grinned as Francesco’s jaw dropped.

“Indeed. Come along, boy. Let’s get you ready.”

Their group of friends left with Francesco muttering and Theodore cuffing his ears. Once they’d cleared the doorway, Aaron shut the door then locked it. He wanted complete privacy and no interruptions. It was a day to forever be cherished in both of their hearts.

“Are you still with me, little Sam?”

He sighed. “They’re all gone?”

“Yes, we’re all alone.”

“Finally. Will you fuck me now?”

Aaron couldn’t hold back a hearty chuckle. Sam never stopped amazing him.

“It would be my absolute pleasure.”

Aaron unbuttoned his vest to remove it then divested himself of his trousers. His shaft was stiffened and leaking already in anticipation of it being encased by the grip of Sam’s silken heat. Approaching him in a measured stride, he searched between Sam’s crease to find the cord hanging from his hole. Using one hand to keep a cheek open, Aaron used the other to gently tug on the string of stone beads that had been stuffed inside of Sam’s snug passage all day. His boy was slick and ready for Aaron to claim his ass.

As he pulled the graduating spheres from Sam’s body, his boy moaned. It was a needy sound, one that told Aaron that despite any lingering pain from the branding, Sam was ready to receive the gift of Aaron’s cock.

Aaron rubbed some of the slick from the beads onto his fingers so that he could lubricate his hardened flesh. His intent was to plunge to the hilt into Sam in one piercing thrust. Once he’d greased his own member to his satisfaction, he grasped Sam’s right hip and lined his aching dick against Sam’s tiny hole. Then he drove into his boy, slamming all the way in.

Sam let out a cry and Aaron stilled. He’d been careful to angle himself back in a way so that not only didn’t he touch his burn, he also pegged his gland. But instantly he realized what had happened as Sam’s tight channel pulsed around him in ripples. Sam had come.

“Sweet boy.”

As Aaron’s cock was massaged briefly by the continuing waves of Sam’s orgasm, he rutted into Sam in quick, frantic movements. He still held onto Sam’s right hip, grasping Sam’s left thigh with the other. There would be marks on Sam from his fingers, he was sure, but he was overcome by his lust for his boy. His Sam.

He shot hard, a shout ripped from him as he filled Sam’s passage with his hot seed. Sam moaned as another small ripple surrounded Aaron’s cock. Sam was a wonder to him, a treasure. Aaron would’ve truthfully done anything for his boy.

As the dizziness of his climax waned, he loosened his bruising hold on Sam’s body. His touch turned tender as he caressed Sam’s skin, trailing his fingers along Sam’s back and limbs, waiting for his shaft to soften then slip from Sam’s body.

Aaron reluctantly stepped back from Sam to get another cloth nearby to wipe them both off. Aaron jerked and hissed when he cleaned his own shaft, his tip still sensitive from his intense orgasm. He swiped back and forth over Sam’s hole then knelt behind him. Sam’s dick hung down and Aaron wrapped his lips around his flaccid member, licking up the small amount of jizz that still remained. Sam gasped, struggling in his tight bindings. Aaron parted Sam’s cheeks, lapping at his hole.

“Oh…Master.”

It had come out on a sigh. Aaron would never get enough of Sam’s noises when they shared their bodies.

After rising to his feet, Aaron moved alongside him, stroking his hair back. There was a lazy, contented smile on Sam’s face.

“Little Sam.” Aaron said it in wonder. “I would do anything for you, please know that.”

“Yes, Master, I do.” He smiled bigger. “It’s the same for me.”

“My sweet, wonderful boy. What would you like right now?”

Sam never hesitated. “Kisses?”

Aaron cupped Sam’s cheek as he stared intently into his eyes. “Yes, little Sam. Lots and lots of kisses for you always.”

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Morticia Knight

Excerpt

Chapter One

Thorin Oakenshield and Michael Jackson strolled together down the Strip, hips bumping, singing
Beat It
rather loudly—and badly. There was a valiant attempt on their part to keep their tall, pink, plastic cocktail glasses from sloshing their drinks everywhere by holding them up as they swung their arms and asses around. They were having limited success. As they continued with their boisterous dancing, the two men knocked into a young woman, almost toppling her off her glittery platform stilettos.

Officer Shawn Everly picked up his pace, jogging to catch up to them. He couldn’t deny that being assigned to foot patrol along Las Vegas Boulevard was anything but dull. After reaching the two happy carousers, he tapped Thorin on the shoulder. Whirling around, the Dwarven leader almost dumped his cocktail on Shawn.

“Oh, hey… Sorry, Officer. I…uh…”

Shawn resisted the urge to break out laughing at the mortified expression on the partier’s face.

“We have an unusually crowded night out here, gentlemen. There are families with young kids and we don’t anyone to get hurt—yourselves included.”

Michael Jackson piped in, swaying on his feet a bit. “He’s cool. Fought a dragon and shit. He’s even got a sword for protection.”

He indicated to the fake weapon attached to his friend’s costume belt. Obviously Michael was less in control of his senses than his fellow reveler. Shawn turned back to Thorin.

“Are we gonna have any problems with you two out here tonight?”

He shook his head vigorously. “No sir, we’re just having fun like everyone else, but we’ll be more careful.”

Shawn gave him a curt nod, desperately trying to maintain his composure. “Good. I don’t want to hear any complaints about either one of you, okay?”

“You’ve got it, Officer.”

“Oh, and Thorin?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Good luck with Smaug.”

The man stared at Shawn as if he’d lost his mind. It took a moment, but he finally snorted laughter.

“Yeah, thanks, Officer.”

The two men carried on, picking up where they’d left off—but reining it in a bit. Shawn glanced around at the barely controlled chaos. Colorful neon and flashing lights were enough to keep him on sensory overload, but it was also combined with honking horns, wildly dressed people, yelling, laughter, and music, all set against the backdrop of spectacularly grand resort casinos.

His radio crackled to life. He’d moved far enough down the Boulevard that he’d gotten separated from his partner amongst the crush of humanity filling the sidewalk.

“Where is your position, Vicki?”

“I’m at the Bellagio. We’ve got a drunk swimming around in the lake in front of the shops.”

“Is he responding to your orders to get out?”

“Nope.”

Shawn pressed his lips together. The damn lake was a constant issue—it was way too tempting in the scorching desert heat. Even though it was almost seven o’clock at night, it was still over a hundred degrees. At least August was almost over. He’d been assured by the other officers that it would eventually become bearable. Since he’d only recently arrived in Vegas at the end of May, all he’d encountered so far was
un
bearable.

“On my way.”

As he wove in and out of the crowds, he spotted a cruiser pulled over. There was an officer talking to a group of sparkling and scantily clad women. He recognized Sergeant Darren Miller of the Homeland Security Saturation Team. Like Shawn, he was assigned to the Convention Center Area Command that comprised the majority of the world-famous Las Vegas Strip. When Shawn got closer, he picked up the tail end of the conversation.

“…over the highway. It’s a five minute walk from here to the Mirage and you can take the bridge walkway there to get to the other side. Stay out of the street, ladies, it’s very dangerous. We want you to have a good time here—not get hurt.”

One of the women moved closer to him, as if she was about to give him a hug. He stepped back and placed his hands in front of him in a blocking gesture.

“Step back, please.”

“But I wanted to thank you. You’re so sexy. I love your uniform.”

Shawn smirked. Law enforcement in Las Vegas was definitely unique. It had been quite the culture shock from his previous experiences as part of the Gang Task Force in Los Angeles.

His fellow Metropolitan Police Department officer finally succeeded in getting the women to move along and turned his attention to Shawn. A casual observer would no doubt wonder if they worked for the same agency. Shawn wore a bright yellow uniform shirt that helped him to stand out amidst the overwhelming amount of people walking around. The MPD officers in cruisers wore khaki uniforms and so did the mounted patrol.

“Hey, Darren, we’ve got a drunk in the lake.”

Darren rolled his eyes. “Is he reachable or are they gonna have to use one of the boats?”

“Not sure. I’m headed over there now.”

“Radio it in. It’s so out of control tonight, Parker and I need to stay on the street.”

As if in confirmation, a white stretch limo crawled by in the gridlocked traffic. A woman stood with the top half of her body peeking out of the sunroof. She was yelling and flashing her breasts to the cheering sidewalk crowds.

Darren lowered his head and shook it, seemingly in resignation. He lifted it quickly and shouted out to his partner.

“Let’s go, Parker!”

It wouldn’t exactly be a high speed chase, considering how squashed together foot and vehicle traffic was. At least with the cruiser’s lights flashing, there was the opportunity to clear a path to get to the limo. The weekends were killers. No room to breathe. Bathroom and food breaks next to impossible. But he currently had an inebriated bather to deal with. Before he took off in the direction of the luxurious resort again, he contacted dispatch to apprise them of the situation and to request backup.

He jogged over to the hotel at a fast clip. As soon as he spied his partner, Vicki Ruiz, he wound his way through the people seemingly lost in their own revelry. No doubt they were also overwhelmed by the magical and decadent surroundings. And liquor. He had to speak up to be heard, and to get the circle of onlookers surrounding his partner to step aside. At last he reached her and saw what they were up against.

The man splashing around in the lake laughed and shouted obscenities at the crowd. Then he would dive under the water when someone lobbed a plastic cup or other random object as they yelled back at him. Occasionally he would throw handfuls of change at his hecklers—riches he had no doubt scooped up from the bottom of the cement lake. It was too much for the two of them to keep under control by themselves.

Despite how unruly everything was, Vicki appeared completely unfazed. Since she had a good five years on him in terms of dealing with Vegas tourists, there was very little that ever flustered her.

“There you are, Everly. Thought I was stuck with drunken boy on my own.”

“I thought about joining him. It’s a bitch of a hot night.”

“Yeah. No kidding. I contacted hotel management to get one of their guys out here to man one of the rescue boats.”

She paused to yell at a man and woman grinding and groping each other. The carouser had a one liter bottle of some sort of alcohol dangling precariously out of his back pocket.

“Hey, you two! Save it for the clubs! And I don’t want to see that bottle break on my sidewalk. Take it out of your pants
now
.”

The couple complied, meaning that he and Vicki wouldn’t have to add dealing with them to their current list of things to do.