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Published by Phaze Books Also by Mychael Black The Shape of Things “Echoes of the Past” from Coming Together with Pride
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The Next Step a BDSM Romance by
MYCHAEL BLACK
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The Next Step copyright 2009 by Mychael Black All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Kale Daniels stretched out on the silky, cool sheets, then rubbed his eyes. The alarm went off, letting him know it was eight in the morning—time to work. He grumbled and rolled over, tempted to pull the blanket back over his head. Then the smell of bacon and biscuits and coffee drifted into the bedroom, and he grinned. He flung the blanket off and shuffled his feet across the carpet until they touched his robe where it lay folded near the bedside table. He slipped it on and tied it, then headed downstairs slowly. He was getting more used to Ian Vaughan’s house, so his cane remained in the office unless they went out. “Good morning,” Ian said, slipping an arm around
Kale’s waist. Kale’s Master drew him into the kitchen inbetween kisses. “Hungry?” “Very.” Kale didn’t want to let go, and when Ian guided him to a chair he held on, earning himself a harder kiss before Ian pulled back. Kale had the urge to pout. “Later. Right now, breakfast.” Ian set things on the table and touched Kale’s hand to his glass. “Silverware is down and to your right. Plate in front, eggs at six o’clock, biscuits at twelve, and bacon in the middle. Salt is just above your plate.” “Thank you.” Kale smiled and sipped his drink. Mmm…orange juice. “You’re welcome. Coffee’s done. You want it now or wait?” “Wait.” Kale found his fork and waited until he felt Ian’s foot rub his under the table before he started eating. “Oh, man, that’s good,” he said around a mouthful of eggs with melted mozzarella cheese. Ian chuckled. “Thank you. How long do you think you’ll need for work today?” “Hmm… Not too long. I just need to finish up a few pages and then I’ll be done.” “Good. Think it can be done before dinner?”
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Kale smiled slowly, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “Yes…” “Then finish breakfast, finish work, and take a shower. I have plans for you.” Kale shivered and managed to bite back a moan as he continued eating. When his Master had ‘plans,’ Kale never quite knew what lay in store. He just knew it would be amazing. **** Six hours later, wet heat enveloped Kale and he tipped his head back, steam and water blanketing his face. Touch had always been strong for him—temperatures, pressure, and textures ranging from painfully annoying to damn near orgasmic. He smiled and hummed a little, that last thought bringing to mind past sessions with Ian. Although he’d never use his Master’s name out loud without permission, Kale called Ian that in his mind. It wasn’t out of disrespect, either. Simply put, Kale thought the man’s name was sexy as sin, second only to Ian’s voice. The shower curtain hissed open, letting in a draft of cool air. Then the curtain closed, and a moment later strong arms encircled Kale. The system they’d set up worked well—a simple touch to let them both know when it was time. Kale hummed softly, barely audible beneath the thrum of the shower, as Ian kissed the side of his neck. One hand drifted down Kale’s torso and cupped him, rolling his balls gently. Kale sucked in a breath, rising a little on his toes. “I do believe it’s time to shave again,” Ian murmured, his deep voice as sensual as his touch. His hard cock nudged between Kale’s cheeks, the slick head bumping past Kale’s hole to the back of his balls. Though he wanted to squeeze his thighs together and trap that length of hot, silken steel between them, Kale didn’t dare. “Yes, Sir.” Kale shivered, the anticipation enough to make him ache. Ian reached around him and turned off the shower. “I’m getting out first.” He put Kale’s hand on the small bar built into the shower wall. “Let me get things ready, then I’ll come get
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you.” Kale chewed on his bottom lip and nodded. The curtain opened once more, letting in another small draft of cool air, then it closed again. Several minutes passed while he stood there, keeping his free hand balled into a fist to avoid touching himself. During the past six months they’d developed a routine, one that put them both into the mindset while it doubled as hygiene. When the shower curtain opened once again, Ian took Kale’s right hand. “Carefully step up and out. We’re going into the exam room.” Just the thought of what awaited him made Kale hard as stone. He’d never expected, in a million years, to find a Dom— hell, anyone, for that matter—who would not only indulge his kinks, but also share them. Yet Ian did both. Ian placed Kale’s hand on the padded exam table. “Up, legs in the stirrups.” Kale did as he was told and climbed up carefully onto the table. Then he scooted down until his ass was hanging off the end, then put his legs up into the stirrups. The position left him exposed, his thighs open to Ian. The knowledge that this man had seen and touched every inch of him still didn’t stop the tremors that ran through Kale whenever he lay on this table. It was a mixture of excitement and fear, colored with a bit of humiliation. “We’re just going to start with a shave,” Ian said. The thick hiss of a shaving cream can followed, then Ian spread the cool foam over Kale’s jaw and neck. “Head to toe. The only hairs I will allow are your eyebrows and those on your head. Everything else will be removed.” Eyes closed, Kale remained perfectly still as the razor slid over his jaw and neck, removing the slightest hint of stubble. Aloe helped soothed the newly-bared skin as Ian slowly removed every trace of hair. His face done, Kale opened to a kiss, moaning softly when Ian coated his chest with more cream. His Master’s cock pressed against his arm, but Kale didn’t move a muscle, no matter how much he wanted to touch. When Ian pulled back from his lips, Kale almost let the words slip that he’d been holding inside, but uncertainty and a
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touch of fear—namely of rejection—stopped him. Instead, he bit his bottom lip as Ian continued shaving, the razor just barely skirting his nipples. His own cock was hard as steel, just as it was every time they did this. Kale never thought shaving could be so erotic, but with every rasp and drag of the razor over his skin, the strokes careful, almost worshipful if he dared to believe, the more Ian proved him wrong. “So beautiful,” Ian whispered as he wiped away the remnants of shaving cream with an almost-too-hot towel, “and all mine.” Kale’s heart thumped quicker, the words still stuck in his throat. He trusted this man with his life, with everything, really. Why couldn’t he just say it? All those thoughts scattered when talented fingers began coating his cock and balls with more shaving cream. Kale gasped, hips lifting, and Ian chuckled and tapped his hole. More cream was spread around it and Kale felt Ian leave his side, acutely aware when the man stood between his legs. Hands on Kale’s thighs, Ian opened him more, the stirrups locking into place and keeping Kale fully exposed. “Shh...” Ian murmured as he gently dragged the razor along the length of Kale’s cock. Fingers gripped the head and Kale whimpered, the urge to thrust almost unbearable. “Easy.” Easy. Right. Kale groaned when Ian’s thumb grazed his slit, pressing in just enough to burn a little. Still, Kale fought to keep from moving, to keep his body as motionless as possible while Ian worked his way down over Kale’s balls. Each stroke of the razor sounded loud, though Kale knew it wasn’t really so much loud as the room was quiet. A few moments later, wet warmth covered him and Kale moaned, hands bunching into fists as Ian blotted away the last of the shaving cream. Then heat enveloped his cock and Kale bucked, shouting as Ian sucked him down. “Sir!” Kale’s hands flew to Ian’s head, fingers tangling in the man’s hair. Ian didn’t stop him, didn’t remove them—he just kept on sucking, head bobbing. Kale couldn’t have stopped if his life had depended on it. Within seconds, he came, crying out as he shot down Ian’s throat. Ian pulled off slowly, moved up higher, and kissed him, passing the last of Kale’s cum to him. Kale sucked on Ian’s
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tongue, fingers still buried in his Master’s longish hair. “That was your last orgasm for a while.” Kale stifled the grumble and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Ian kissed him once more then stood. He resumed the shaving, continuing down first one leg, then the other. By the time he was done, Kale was pretty sure he’d melted through the exam table. Between the relaxation of the act itself and the unexpected blowjob, he felt limp and boneless, like a wet noodle. “Come on,” Ian said, a chuckle following. “Let’s go eat dinner. Then we’ll discuss my plans for the weekend.” “Mmm, food.” Ian helped him to sit up and Kale shivered. While he didn’t think he’d had much hair, the caress of the AC over his bare skin was as exhilarating as it was chilly. Something heavy and soft was placed in his hands. “Slip your robe on and we’ll head downstairs.” Kale smiled and pulled on the ultra-soft bathrobe, gasping as it rubbed against his flesh. “God, everything is oversensitive.” “That’s the idea,” Ian said. He took Kale’s hand and led the way out of the exam room, then down to the kitchen. “Sit. I made dinner while you were in the shower.” Kale did as instructed, and a moment later the savory scent of roast wafted up to him. “Oh, wow. Man, that smells good.” “There’s a new club that opened up I want us to go check out,” Ian said. “Open.” Kale smiled and opened his mouth, humming as Ian slipped a fork full of savory pot roast between his lips. Although Ian didn’t have to feed him, it was a simple act they both enjoyed, a little down time when they could be just two men having dinner. Half a year and Kale had already fallen hard, though he never told Ian. While his Master showed a lot of compassion and tenderness after and out of sessions, Kale wasn’t sure where the man stood when it came to anything deeper. He hoped Ian felt the same, but a part of him was too afraid to bring it up. “New club?” Kale asked right before another bite, this one of roasted potatoes, was offered. “Mmhmm...’Rose and Thorn’. Owned and operated by some friends of mine. It’s quite classy, and there are private
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theme rooms as well. I’ve booked one for us.” “Oh.” Kale took the bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Am I allowed to ask what kind of room?” Ian’s deep chuckle and coffee-warmed breath brushed across Kale’s lips. “You are,” he whispered, “but I won’t tell you.” Damn. Kale grinned and took a chance, licking Ian’s lips. Ian caught his tongue and kissed him deep, rich coffee and pure male seeping through Kale’s body like water. This was why he fell in love, when he’d sworn it off long ago. Ian kissed like no other human being Kale had ever known: full of passion and warmth, calming and utterly intoxicating. When Ian began to pull away, Kale whimpered at the loss. A fingertip tapped his lips. “Dinner first. Then we’ll go upstairs and pack. Consider us in form from here on out.” Kale bowed his head and bit his lip. “Yes, Sir.” **** “Invitation?” With Kale’s hand still on Ian’s arm, Ian pulled something out of a pocket, Kale assumed. Invitation? Wow, this place really was exclusive. A few seconds later, Ian was leading the way inside. Kale felt the atmosphere shift, from the openness of the street to the encompassing club. From the sounds of things, the party was already in full swing. Then again, it was Saturday night—even Onyx tended to get quite busy on Saturdays. “Where would you like me to start?” Ian asked him. “Where are we?” “We are in the main room, from the looks of it. Very open, lots of people. There’s a huge bar, with two cages on either end. There’s a woman in one of them, and a cute young guy in a Gstring in the other.” Kale grinned. “Cute, huh?” Ian patted his hand. “Trust me, I have eyes for one man.” Ian edged him to the right a little, shifting Kale’s cane just as someone walked by Kale’s right. “There’s a stage, black curtain, and a St. Andrew’s Cross. I imagine there will be a show at some
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point, too. Unless they’re taking a break. Behind the bar are the ten rooms. Second floor is an observation area...” Ian’s lips brushed Kale’s ear, making him shiver. “Just imagine: spread out for me, used while others watch from above.” “Oh, God...” Kale’s cock pushed against the confines of the leather pouch, the ring around the base sinfully, deliciously tight. “Sir...” “Drinks first,” Ian chuckled. He led the way through the crowd toward the bar. The music wasn’t too bad, not too overwhelming. Kale felt the energy sizzling through the throng of bodies. He inhaled the rich scents of leather and arousal, the concoction heady. By the time Ian stopped walking, Kale’s entire body vibrated with need. Ian cupped his ass, hand hot through the leather pants. Kale pushed back against it, then yelped when Ian slapped his left ass cheek hard. “Drinks first,” Ian said, voice stern and going straight to Kale’s balls. “Two bottled waters, please.” Kale heard people all around them, but he was still focused on the timbre of Ian’s voice. A cold bottle pressed into his hand and Kale waited until Ian opened it before taking a long swallow. Ian moved and then pulled Kale to him, back to Ian’s chest. Ian brushed a kiss to Kale’s neck, breath warm. “Do you remember the first night we met?” Kale nodded, tipping his head to give Ian more room as the kisses continued. “I saw you on the stage at Onyx, strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross much like the one here. You were beautiful, stretched out, ready for the whip.” Ian’s hand drifted down and around to the front, cupping Kale’s cock and balls and giving them a squeeze that made Kale gasp. “All I wanted was to get my hands on you, to see if you responded the same way to me.” “Sir...” Kale whispered. His head fell back onto Ian’s shoulder and he moaned, thighs parting even more. “What would you do for me, Kale?” “Anything. I swear. I’d do anything for you, Sir.” Ian’s thumb stroked up along the hard ridge of Kale’s leather-covered cock. “Would you wear my stripes?” “Yes.”
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“Would you let me put my hand inside you? Until nothing exists but us?” “Please...” Ian gripped Kale’s chin and turned his head. His breath heated Kale’s lips when he spoke. “Would you wear my collar, Kale?” Convinced his heart was going to burst, Kale dove into the kiss that followed, pouring every ounce of his heart and soul into it. Ian took possession of him, devouring him with lips, tongue, and teeth, plundering the depths of his mouth until Kale forgot where they were, lost in Ian’s kiss. Only when Ian pulled back did Kale remember they were even in public. “I think it’s time to see our room for the next few hours.” Kale nodded mutely and Ian took his arm, winding a slow path through the crowd. At Onyx, Kale knew where everything was and he rarely ran into anything. Here, though, he was completely disoriented. He kept his cane one step ahead of him, confident in Ian to keep from running into anyone. When they stopped, it was in what felt like a hallway. The music was quieter but still provided a bit of ambiance. Kale heard a door open and Ian propelled him into a room, the door closing behind them with an audible click. “The room is soundproof,” Ian explained. He guided Kale across the floor, took his cane and water bottle, and placed Kale’s palms on a flat table. It felt like leather. “There is a small window above, and a few people are already there, drinking, making out, waiting...” Kale stroked the padded surface and traced a wide nylon strap. “What is it?” “An exam chair.” Ian stepped up behind him and kissed Kale’s fishnetcovered shoulder as he unfastened Kale’s leather pants. The pants slipped down Kale’s thin hips and thighs. With Ian’s help, he got his shoes and then the pants off. Ian ran both hands down Kale’s back to his ass. The jockstrap kept him covered in front, but exposed in the back. Ian spread Kale’s ass cheeks and pressed against him, the hard ridge of his cock nestled firmly along Kale’s crease. “I brought some things with me,” Ian whispered in Kale’s
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ear. “First, I want to see you with my marks.” Kale moaned, head falling to the exam chair. “Please, Sir. Anything.” Ian backed up and peeled the jockstrap off, freeing Kale’s cock from its leather prison. “Ten strokes.” He bent Kale down, chest pressing to the leather top. Kale shivered, anticipation making goosebumps rise. Ian’s hand slid down his spine, then the heat of the man’s body disappeared. “Do not stand until I say.” The first strike landed, hard and sharp, across Kale’s ass cheeks. Thankfully, Ian used his flogger to start with, since the cane was a bit more intense and something they worked up to. Another blow connected with Kale’s bare skin and he went up on tiptoe, hissing as his skin burned. Ian kept one hand on the small of Kale’s back, running down occasionally to caress the heated flesh. The third hit was harder and Ian kicked Kale’s feet apart. With his hand, Ian parted Kale’s cheeks and Kale cried out as the tails of the flogger flicked and slapped his asshole and balls. He writhed under Ian’s hold, fingers digging into the table as he ground his cock into the side. By the time Ian finished, Kale’s ass felt hot to the touch and he was pretty sure it was bright red. He whimpered and hissed when Ian rubbed a hand over both cheeks. Ian parted them and something cool and slick touched Kale’s hole. Then two fingers surged inside him and Kale nearly forgot to breathe. He panted and gasped as Ian scissored both fingers, stretching him open. “Sir...Oh, God...” “On the table, boy.” Ian pulled his fingers out and slapped Kale’s tender ass, making him yelp. Kale scrambled to obey, climbing up onto the exam table with Ian’s help. He was acutely aware of the straps as Ian tightened each—one across his torso, one across his waist, one over each thigh, his wrists bound in cuffs and attached to rest above his head. Ian lowered the upper portion until Kale was flat on his back, then both legs were placed in the stirrups and strapped tight. Tremors raced through Kale when Ian moved the stirrups, spreading his legs wide. The position left him completely open and vulnerable, and Kale moaned as talented hands ran down his inner thighs.
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“I have quite a bit planned for you,” Ian said, his words followed by the slight scrape of a chair across the floor. He surprised Kale by unfastening the cock ring, but then something cold and slick touched the slit at the tip. “Don’t worry, you won’t be coming anytime soon.” Kale hissed and strained against the straps as a thin rod eased down into his prick. It didn’t go too far before it stopped, then Ian let his cock fall gently to his stomach. Kale panted and licked his lips, sensations making him shake from head to toe. He couldn’t come, not with the damn wand in. He’d had a feeling Ian packed it, and every twitch of his cock reminded him full well why Ian loved the damn thing. “I don’t believe we’ve had a full inspection in quite some time.” The snap of latex exam gloves made Kale’s cock jump. Ian gripped his balls and squeezed them gently, rolling each one between his fingers, pressing just enough to set a pleasurablepainful tingle through Kale. Ian released him and lifted his sac, pushing it up. One finger circled the skin just behind them and Kale shuddered as Ian stroked his gland from the outside. He tugged at the wrist restraints, thighs beginning to shake, but Ian kept up the torture, the penis wand keeping him from coming. Finally, Ian stopped. “F-fuck.” Kale gulped in one breath after another. Warmth spilled onto Kale’s crotch and he heard Ian maneuver something, drawing the heat closer. “Just the light,” Ian said. He adjusted the stirrups and Kale’s legs lifted more, easing back toward his stomach. “This is going to be a bit cold, but I need you to remain still.” Kale’s eyes rolled back as a cold metal instrument pushed inside his ass. It felt long, though he had a feeling it wasn’t quite that big. Metal slid through metal and Ian clicked on what Kale knew to be his penlight. Using a handle, Kale assumed, Ian twisted and turned the instrument, every move causing the tube to rub the inner walls—and Kale’s prostate. Kale moaned, but forced himself to stay still, despite wanting to grind and fuck himself on Ian’s scope. “Very good,” Ian murmured, pumping the scope in and out slowly, twisting and turning until Kale thought he was going to
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scream. Then it slipped out and Kale let out a shaky breath. “You’re doing very good, Kale. Now I need to see more. Just a slight bit of discomfort...” “Oh, God...oh, fuck...” Kale fisted his hands, nails digging into his palms as a speculum slid in. “Sir...” “Shh, just breathe.” Ian kissed his inner thigh, then opened the speculum. Kale cried out, the stretching almost too much. “A little more,” Ian whispered, working the instrument open even more. When Ian finally locked it in place, Kale felt the tears stinging his eyes. It was the most Ian had ever opened him, and while the burn was there, the pleasure—the knowledge that this man could see deep inside him—made everything intensify. Then Kale heard Ian move and a few seconds later, lips covered Kale’s. He opened without hesitation, whimpering as Ian sucked on his tongue. Two fingers traced a path along his chest and Kale screamed into Ian’s mouth when the man twisted one nipple painfully. “Do you like that?” Ian murmured. “Do you enjoy the feeling of helplessness at my hand, knowing I can do anything I want to you, inside you?” “Yes, Sir. God, yes. Please...” “Please what, Kale?” Ian reached down and jiggled the penis wand. Kale cried out, entire body going tense, his ass trying to close but unable to. “What do you want?” “Use me! Please, God, Sir, use me!” Ian smiled against Kale’s mouth. “That’s my boy.” He left Kale’s side and returned to stand between his legs. “I have some things we’ve not done that I’d like to do tonight.” Kale heard Ian hooking something up, then came a low, steady electrical hum. “Oh, my God...” Kale sucked in a sharp breath when the speculum inside him buzzed. The vibrations sent shockwaves rolling through him, each one stronger than the last. Kale moaned and tugged on the restraints, thighs beginning to shake as Ian amped up the power. “Sir!” The buzz died down and Kale exhaled a shaky breath, panting. He grunted when Ian unlocked the speculum and eased it slowly out. Despite the near-painful stretch, he felt empty without it. Three of Ian’s fingers, however, solved that problem.
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Kale groaned and rocked as he best he could, wanting more. Ian added a fourth finger and twisted his hand a little. “Shh...just breathe,” Ian murmured. He turned his hand back and forth, loosening the ring of muscle. Kale knew what was coming, but the fullness as Ian tucked his thumb in and pushed gently surprised him. “That’s it... God, Kale, you’re beautiful...” Kale shuddered and his eyes rolled back, the air in his lungs leaving him the second Ian’s hand breeched his body. So full...tight... There was nothing else like it, nothing else. Ian’s fingers wiggled a little, then moved inside. Kale gasped and bucked, Ian’s fist pressing against his gland. Ian’s other hand rested on Kale’s cock, one fingertip stroking slowly up and down the length. Kale had never experienced this. It was something he couldn’t begin to describe—the sensation of someone so deep, touching him everywhere. He lost himself in the steady, barelythere rhythm of Ian’s fist pumping. “So perfect,” Ian said. He gripped the end of the penis wand and Kale whimpered as it slid out. Then Ian leaned down and licked the crown, tracing it with his tongue. “Come for me, love.” With a twist and a pump of Ian’s hand, Kale screamed Ian’s name, forgetting the ‘Sir’, forgetting where they were, forgetting everything but the man he loved above all else in the world, taking him far deeper into himself than he’d ever been. Shaking and terrified he would break down, Kale could do nothing but lay there as Ian withdrew from him. Then the straps were removed and Ian pulled him up, into strong arms. Kale clung to the man with all he had, whispering promises and declarations even he wasn’t sure of anymore. Ian kissed his hair and held on tight. “I know, love. I’ve always known.” He tipped Kale’s head back and kissed him softly. “And I love you, too.” **** “When I asked if you’d wear my collar, I was serious.” Kale bit his lip and nodded. “I know, Sir.” Fingers cupped his chin and Kale felt Ian’s gaze on him like
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a touch. He’d waited—hoped—for this moment for half a year now. He knew what it meant to be collared—obedient and faithful to his Master, mutual honor and respect far surpassing casual scenes. He trusted Ian with every ounce of his soul; collaring was simply a little extra, though exceedingly important, reminder that by mutual love and agreement, he belonged to this man. Ian stroked Kale’s lower lip. “You’re thinking it over. I’m glad.” Kissing the pad of his Master’s thumb, Kale murmured, “Why’s that?” “It means you’re not the type to jump into anything, especially something as serious as this.” Kale smiled. “It’s a big step, one I never thought I would make.” “Same here,” Ian said. “But I want it.” “I want you to know that I’m always here, Kale—in and out of sessions. As your Master, I promise you that I’ll always do my utmost best to take care of you and your needs, to listen when you need me to, to respect and honor your hard limits.” Ian took a kiss, the slightest touch of his lips to Kale’s, then his voice lowered to a whisper. “I also promise to push your soft limits, to take you deep into yourself and bring you back, whole.” Kale couldn’t stop the shiver. This was it—the moment where his one-word answer would spell their future together. He tilted his head for a kiss and Ian gave one without hesitation, Kale drowning in the man’s touch and taste. “Yes,” he whispered. The kiss grew stronger, Ian taking full control. His fingers threaded through Kale’s hair and he bit a path from Kale’s mouth to his neck, teeth scraping. “Then as your Master, I would hear it in full.” Gasping when Ian hit a sensitive spot, Kale arched, sensations sparking along his spine. “I want to be yours, Master—mind, body, heart, and soul, I want to be yours. I want to wear your collar.” Ian licked his way back up and stopped when he reached Kale’s lips. “Don’t move.” He got off the little plush couch in
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the room they’d rented and Kale stayed put, anticipation making him nervous and excited. When the cushion beside Kale dipped, he turned instinctively towards it. “On your knees, in front of me.” Kale slipped to the floor and knelt before Ian, thighs spread, palms on each one, turned upward, head respectfully bowed. He almost forgot to breathe when he felt metal on his bare skin, snaking around his neck. It was heavy, but he couldn’t tell what it looked like. He heard and somewhat felt the tiny click when Ian locked it. Then Ian took Kale’s hand and drew it up to touch the collar. Chain, thick links. Kale grinned as he traced it down to the front where a small padlock rested at the hollow of his throat. “I have the only key, right here…” Ian took Kale’s hand again and brought it up to touch a tiny key on a thin chain around his Master’s neck. “I love it,” Kale whispered. “Would you like to go out and sit at the bar? Or stay in here a while?” “I’d like to go out, stretch my legs a little, if I may?” “Absolutely.” Ian stood and helped Kale to stand as well. “Your clothes are right here,” he said, placing Kale’s hand on a pile of leather. “When you’re ready, we’ll go out.” Kale dressed and when he was done, Ian handed him his cane. “Shall we?” “Yes, Sir.” Ian led the way out of the room and down the hall. The music had picked up a bit, but it felt good, the atmosphere relaxed despite the activities of the patrons. Ian stopped at what Kale assumed was the bar, then drew Kale to stand between his legs as he sat on a stool. It felt good to just relax—no expectations, no worries about pleasing. While Kale loved submitting, he loved moments like this, too—when they were just two men who shared a need, as well as love. Wrapped safely in Ian’s arms, his cane resting against the bar, Kale simply listened to the party around him. Rose and Thorn felt larger than Onyx. At some point, Kale thought he remembered Ian saying something to that point. The crowd didn’t feel stifling like some clubs Kale had been in,
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where folks were more interested in the possibilities of playing with the ‘blind guy’ than they were in getting to know him as a person. Ian wasn’t like that. In fact, if it weren’t for the simple things like placing Kale’s hand on the bar in the shower or making sure they were always touching, Kale wondered if Ian tended to forget he was blind. It felt good to be treated like a normal person, instead of an invalid like others had been known to do in the past. The weight around his neck was welcome. Kale reached up and touched the collar, running his fingers slowly along the links. He’d never thought he’d wear one, never thought that he’d belong to another person, but with Ian, Kale couldn’t imagine life without it. While not overly heavy, the chain collar wasn’t light, either, just enough to remind Kale that he was Ian’s and no one else’s. And love... Ian did love him. Kale smiled and slid his fingers down to the small padlock in front. There was one key and it rested on a chain around Ian’s neck. Kale had felt it when Ian put the collar on him, his hand guided to his Master’s throat, to the tiny key on a thin chain. “Now everyone will know,” Ian whispered in Kale’s ear. “I’m glad.” Kale tipped his head back a little, relying on Ian to turn him the slightest bit for a kiss. Sometimes, Kale wondered if the man could read his mind. Ian always knew what he needed or wanted, he anticipated Kale’s movements and desires like no one else ever had before. Ian cupped his face and traced Kale’s lips with his tongue before releasing him. “As am I.” Kale leaned back against him and Ian’s arms snaked around him, holding tight. “What are the others doing? What do they look like?” “Hmm... Well, right in front of us, there’s a trio—two men and one woman. She looks quite content to be sandwiched between them, one in front, one in back. The men are touching around her. They’re all wearing leather and vinyl, looks like. She’s wearing a black velvet corset, too.” Kale shivered a little, wondering what it would feel like to be in one. “Is her waist small?” “It is.” Ian’s breath blew hot on Kale’s neck. “I can just imagine what you would look like, wrapped in velvet and
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leather, the constriction making you aware of every single breath you take.” “Sir...” Kale moaned softly. He almost felt the garment squeezing him, though in reality, he knew it was Ian, the hold growing tighter. Would he look good in a corset? Would Ian’s arms encircle his cinched waist? Would his Master grab the laces in back while fucking him until he screamed? “I’m sure we could find one just for you,” Ian murmured. “Something with velvet, so you could feel the sleek softness?” “Yes. Please, Sir...” Kale wanted that more than anything, the thought alone making him ache. Ian’s hand slipped down between their bodies and into the back of Kale’s leather pants. His hole was still slick and Ian’s fingers slid right in, making Kale whimper and grind. “That’s it... Ride them, Kale. Imagine my cock inside you, thrusting hard and deep while I tug you back with the laces.” “Oh, God. Sir. I can’t... Oh, fuck...” Kale gasped and jerked as Ian added a third finger, somehow angling all three deep. Kale struggled not to let on to anyone around them just what Ian was doing, but he couldn’t have been still if his life depended on it. “Sir. Please. I need to come. Oh, God...” “So close,” Ian hissed, spreading all three fingers and opening Kale’s hole. Kale forgot where they were, forgot they weren’t alone. He arched and shuddered, his cock pulsing in his pants as Ian finger-fucked him. Behind him, Ian growled. “Get up. We’re going back to the exam room.” Fuzzy-headed, Kale waited until Ian pulled his hand back, then he stood. His ass felt empty and all the way back to the room they’d rented, all Kale could think about was Ian buried inside him. When they stopped, Ian opened the door and guided Kale into the room. The second the door closed, Ian shoved him back against it, kissing Kale hard and deep. Kale gave as good as he got, though, sucking and nipping at Ian’s tongue, fucking his Master’s lips, silently begging for the same in return. Once their pants were undone, Ian broke the kiss and spun Kale around, bending him forward over the exam table. There was no time to breathe, just the undeniable pressure of Ian’s cock filling him, pressing in deep. Ian braced his hands on either side of Kale’s head and
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started pumping in and out, hips grinding against Kale’s ass with every stroke. Kale moaned and pushed back, never content to let Ian do all the work. Ian nipped the side of his neck, then soothed it with his tongue. When Kale turned his head, Ian kissed him, swallowing Kale’s cries as his orgasm surprised him, his cock trapped between his body and the table as he came. Ian grunted and rocked, pulsing wet heat deep inside Kale. Breathless, Kale slumped onto the table, humming softly as Ian’s hand caressed his back and sides. Kisses peppered his shoulder and neck. “So perfect,” Ian crooned. “And all mine.” “Yes.” In every way, with every ounce of his soul, Kale knew he belonged to this man, just as Ian belonged to him.
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About the Author Mychael Black never set out to write erotic romance (or romance or erotica, for that matter). When Mychael first started writing (way back when), it was to be a fantasy author— someone along the lines of Tolkien or Mercedes Lackey. Mychael even thought about breaking into horror. Then, somewhere down the line, Mychael got hooked on gay porn. The rest is history. Born in Alabama in 1976, Mychael is known by many names. At this point, most people in the e-publishing world (readers and authors) know Mychael as Kay Derwydd. The name Mychael Black came about when Mychael started working with Shayne Carmichael. (See Shayne’s bio for the progression of that whole thing.) To date, Mychael has written countless works with Shayne, plus several single-authored works as Mychael Black. When not writing, Mychael can usually be found researching anything medieval—arms, armor, history, religion; anything Welsh—culture, language, history; languages—namely Welsh, Hebrew, German; and only God knows what else. Aside from research, writing, and editing, Mychael spends most of the time chasing down two young children and fighting off the plot bunnies left and right. More information can be found at the following places: http://www.geocities.com/mychaelblack http://mychael-black2.livejournal.com
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