9781631050497EldridgesReleaseArcher (3 page)

Three years since the club’s renovations, the
four partners were extremely well off financially, the club was of the utmost
exclusivity, and they were happy and content. Although, Johnson was the only
one of the four who had a permanent sub,
Issy
. The
others were in demand for scenes and demos. They invested their profits well,
thanks to Deacon’s work in the stock market. So, the club was now their sole
responsibility.

Dalton thought back to the start of it all and
smiled as he realized that his life could now be complete, if he could convince
the man currently in his arms to give them a try.

A knock on the door brought Dalton out of his
pensive state. “Enter,” he said. He looked at the clock on the wall as Johnson
and
Issy
entered. “We came to see if you were ready
for dinner.” Johnson said.

 
Two
hours had flown by since he and El entered his office. The man was still
snoring softly, he obviously needed his sleep.

Dalton looked up at the entering couple and
smiled as he brought his finger to his lips in a sign of quiet. Johnson and
Issy
entered, both looking very relaxed and satisfied after
their session.

Issy
smiled as she saw the way
Dalton swaddled her best friend in his arms. She was happy.

“Are you going to join us?” asked Johnson.

Dalton shook his head. “We’ll take a rain
check. I hate to wake him.” He would feed the man when he awoke and take care
of him from there.

As Johnson and
Issy
turned to leave,
Issy
made her way toward the men on
the couch. She leaned over Eldridge and kissed his brow, whispering to the
sleeping man.
“Let Dalton in.
He’s a good guy.” Dalton
looked up at Johnson, asking for a silent permission from the man. Receiving an
ever so slight nod, Dalton reached for
Issy’s
hand
and gave a gentle squeeze. That squeeze conveyed all the emotions he was
currently feeling.
Issy
completely understood that
feeling. Although she and Johnson had a rocky start, she had still known that
Johnson was her
one
from the moment
she met him.
As did Johnson.
Dalton watched as the two
retreated out the door, leaving him, once again, alone with Eldridge.

The clock struck eleven thirty and Eldridge
began to stir, making snuffling noises as he burrowed into Dalton’s chest. The
man was just too adorable for words. “Hey sleepyhead,” Dalton spoke softly, so
as to not startle Eldridge. He held on tight so Eldridge could not move from
his grasp.

“Sorry,” Eldridge apologized. “I didn’t mean to
fall asleep. I must have been more tired than I thought.”

Dalton adjusted his body, so that they were
sideways toward each other, still keeping his arm around the man.

“It was my pleasure, Little One. I would hold
you all night.”

Dalton smiled as Eldridge’s face turned a
beautiful hue of pink. Dalton wanted to kiss Eldridge, but was leery of scaring
the skittish man. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Dalton leaned in and
placed his lips on Eldridge’s. They were soft. Dalton careful wrapped his hand
behind Eldridge’s neck and held firmly, but not forcefully. Eldridge moaned and
Dalton took advantage and slipped his tongue in. He caressed Eldridge’s tongue
with his own and suckled the small appendage. Dalton devoured
El’s
mouth, making him breathless. When they finally came
up for air, Eldridge was sucking wind, resting his head on Dalton’s shoulder.
Dalton wanted to eat the man up. He caressed up and down his back until both
their breathing resumed to normal.

“That was nice.” Dalton smiled at Eldridge as
he tenderly swiped his lower lip. Dalton wanted to wrap the man up in silks and
tie him to his bed, caressing every part of his trim, lithe body. Or, he
pictured him over his
lap,
cock nestled between his
thighs seeking friction as Dalton smoothed his up-turned ass before turning it
in a rosy shade with his hand. He longed to spank that bottom and then fuck it,
feeling the heat beneath his palms as his dick was encased in Eldridge’s
channel. Then, when Eldridge was ready, he would eventually dribble wax over his
nipples, allowing the heat to seep into his system, bringing him to a new level
of eroticism.

Dalton drew his attention to Eldridge, watching
his curious expression as he spoke. “You know that I am a Dom, right?”

Eldridge chuckled,
“Yeah, I got the distinct impression that you were a Dom. But this is all a
little surreal, you know?”

“Why do you say that?”
Dalton inquired settling himself back on the couch with his arms wrapped around
the slender man.

“Well, we really only
just met and I’ve already made out with you like we’re a bunch of randy
teenagers and oh yeah, by the way,” Eldridge wiped a spot on Dalton’s shirt, “I
may have drooled a bit on you,” he sheepishly spoke.

“But,” Eldridge
hesitated, “in all honesty, I’m not exactly sure what to do with that info- you
being a Dom. I can’t be a sub, even if…” Eldridge’s sentence trailed off as he
stared into Dalton’s face, trepidation, lust and pleading in his eyes.

Dalton sat staring at the man before him with
undivided attention, carefully formulating the words in his mind before
allowing them to come forth from his lips. He wanted Eldridge to know that he
was totally serious about pursuing a relationship with him. He wanted Eldridge
to submit to him. He wanted to dominate him. And by God, he wanted everyone to
know that this sweet man was his, in every sense of the word. Dalton could not
believe that this was how he was thinking, but the fact that these feeling
bubbled in him was both scary and wonderful. He never pictured himself
collaring a sub. Not until Eldridge
Cristoff
walked
into the club. Then it went to hell in a hand basket. Eldridge would be his, no
matter what. He would not give someone else a chance to snag the man up,
whether to play with or keep. Dalton Peters was now on a mission; Collar Eldridge.
It was on.

“So, as a Dom, you know there are certain
things that I look for in a sub…in a man? You say that you are not a sub, but
you are giving off all the signs of it. And, size does not matter. It’s the
natural inclination to want to allow someone else to take care of you. Not that
you can’t take care of yourself, but…does this make any sense to you?” Dalton
waited until Eldridge gave him affirmation that he was following, and then he
continued.

“Here’s the gist and workings of D/s
relationship. A relationship built on complete trust on both sides of the coin.
The submissive trusts the Dom to take care of him sexually and dare I say
spiritually. Does this make sense to you?” Dalton asked before he continued. He
watched Eldridge’s expression as he listened.

“Yeah, I think I get it,” Eldridge replied.

“Trusting someone to give you unconditional
love and pleasure is the bravest thing a person can do in life.
Knowing that the Dom can bring you to unimaginable heights with
touch, sound, a simple caress or the use of an implement.
Pushing
through the burn and pain until the only thing felt is the high of life, a
level of nirvana,
subspace
. Sometimes
the D/s relationship is twenty-four/seven, but other times it occurs only
during sexual play, like with Johnson and
Issy
.
Issy
still has her life at work and adheres to requests
made by Johnson that are negotiated, but once work is done, her existence is
for Johnson to command. The level of the relationship is negotiated between the
two parties until mutual satisfaction is reached.”

Dalton paused, knowing that Eldridge would have
questions. “Ask me anything,” he told him. He would not speak to specifics
concerning
Issy
and Johnson, as Eldridge would have
to ask
Issy
those, but he could answer any other
questions relating to the lifestyle.

“I am sure that I have a lot of questions, but
can I tell you a story first? Maybe that will help me ask questions?” Eldridge
scooted closer to Dalton, his right leg tucked under him so that his knee
rested on Dalton’s thigh. “Is this okay?” he asked.

Dalton took his hand and nodded, “Perfect, but
let’s get something to eat before we talk.” For some reason, Dalton got the
distinct impression that whatever Eldridge was about to tell him would divulge
information about his skittishness and his past. He wanted no interruptions for
their discussion.

Chapter Three

Eldridge reached for a
chip that was on the plate in Dalton’s lap. Dalton had ordered club sandwiches,
chips and bottles of flavored water for them to munch on. Eldridge thoughts
were pensive as he started to speak and divulge his story to Dalton.

“In Sophomore year of
college,
Issy
and I went to a social event, not
exactly a frat party, but more of a get together to make connections with a
variety of social groups located on campus.
Issy
was
mingling, which she always
did,
I made my way to the
food table to grab some munchies and a drink, when another friend of ours
stopped me.”

“He told me of a friend
that he thought I would get along with, and even though I was skeptical, I said
okay.” Eldridge chuckled. “I really didn’t have a choice, since he motioned for
the buddy to come over.”

“My friend introduced
the guy as Ned. He was nice looking, tall, dark hair, brown eyes, nothing out
of the ordinary, but nice on the eyes.”

Eldridge shivered as he
continued and he smiled as Dalton reached for his hand and held it. “Ned shook
my hand with a firm grip. Almost too firm,
ya
know?
It was if he wanted to prove his strength. I kind of nodded to him and the next
thing I knew, we were chatting about school, our likes, dislikes, and whatever
came to mind.”

“So, you started seeing
him then, I presume?” Dalton asked.

“Yeah, I accepted his
offer to go for coffee the next day and we sat in the student lounge for hours,
getting along and finding out we had several things in common. We both had good
GPA’s, although mine was higher.” Eldridge laughed.
“Which I
did not divulge.”

“Both of us were
business marketing majors. We weren’t into sports and we both really liked to
read.”

Eldridge paused and
took a swallow of his water before continuing with his story.

“After
a few days of seeing each other on and off, we just kind of fell into a
relationship.
Everyone assumed we were an item
and…so, we got together. As far as sexual encounters, simple hand holding and
touching were all we had done, so we decided to take the next step. Hand jobs
and blow jobs, but never anal penetration.”

“Did you find this
odd?” Dalton asked without recrimination in his voice.

“Yeah, I guess I did,
especially since Ned never even mentioned it. I don’t know, maybe I’m a
romantic at heart. Is there something wrong with that?” Eldridge asked, but
before he allowed Dalton to respond he continued and
almost
defended Ned. “I honestly thought that Ned was being
respectful, the hand holding and making out. I just wanted the next step.”

“A few weeks went by
and
Issy
was bugging me about the lack of sex in my
relationship with Ned. I thought it was a little strange too. I wasn’t the most
experienced guy, but hey I wanted some too. So, I decided to speak to Ned about
it, among some other things I was thinking about.”

Eldridge paused and
took a deep breath. “I knew that I wanted to try some kinkier things with Ned.
Ned was strong and dominant, and I figured he would be the perfect partner—this
is so embarrassing.”

“No, it’s
not,
your desires never should be something to be
embarrassed about. We can stop this conversation if you want. Pick it up some
other time. Talk about something else.” Dalton words soothed Eldridge’s fears.

“No, if I don’t finish
this now, I may never get it all out and I really want you to understand where
I am coming from.” With those words El took the plunge and finished his story.

“I had done tons of
research on the Internet, porn sites, and BDSM sites. I wasn’t sure what my
kinks were, but I knew what I wanted to try. Spanking and maybe some light
bondage, cuffs, blindfolds, something along those lines. Anything else I would
take one step at a time.”

“According to all the
sites, I would be considered a submissive. Not so much in the sense that I want
to be the one getting fucked, even if that is what I prefer, but in the sense
that I wanted to be dominated, but not hurt. So, I took the chance and decided
to ask Ned to spank me as foreplay for sex, maybe even while having me tied
down.”

Eldridge reached for
his water and took a sip before he continued. “Ned had his own apartment off
campus, and since I lived in the dorm, that’s where we decided to go instead of
going out. Eat some junk food, watch a video or two. I thought that would be
the perfect time to speak to Ned, after I gauged his mood.”

“Why would you need to
gauge his mood?” Dalton inquired.

Eldridge saw the
questioning look on Dalton’s face as he lifted an eyebrow. “Well, it was just
that sometimes, with all the pressure of school, classes and his well-to-do
family, Ned was a little off.
Moody.
His dad was
always harping on him to be perfect, get good grades,
be
on top.
Big Wall Street stock broker.
Philadelphia Society Hill people.”

“Oh, okay I guess I can
understand the pressures of family, but that still doesn’t mean that you should
have to be fearful of talking to your boyfriend about something so important.”
Dalton said as he handed Eldridge another chip. “Sorry, didn’t mean to
interrupt. Go on.”

Eldridge took the chip
and munched, chuckling as crumbs came out of his mouth while trying to chew and
speak at the same time. Gods, he needed to lighten the situation before he told
Dalton the rest of his tale. “I know that we had not been together long, but I
actually started to wonder if Ned was even gay or maybe just bi-curious, you
know? Like I said, we hadn’t done a lot besides blow jobs and heavy petting.
But, I decided it was now or never, so I took the plunge.”

Wiping the crumbs with
the back of his hand he continued. “We decided on Philly cheese steaks with
whiz, both our favorites. Nothing fancy, but I took out real plates and
silverware instead of paper plates and plastic forks. And I also lit candles,
trying to set the mood.
Romance.”

“Ha,” Dalton interjected
with a gleam in his eye “everyone knows you can’t eat real Philly cheese steaks
on paper plates. Way to much grease.”

“That’s right,”
Eldridge laughed. “They are so messy, but fuck are they good.”

“Ned and I ate, we
laughed and then I brought up the subject of sex, and some exploration.
Actually, Ned was pretty receptive and he asked me what I was talking about
exactly.”

Dalton nodded his head
as he interjected, “So did you explain what you wanted? What you had been
exploring on the Internet, or feeling?”

“Yeah, I did,” Eldridge
answered. “I told his that I saw some stuff on spanking, tying down, and
blind-folding.
Nothing too over the top as we were both
inexperienced.
Ned agreed, but only if he could spank me first. I was
thrilled and shot up from the sofa and headed for the bedroom. You must think
that I am the most naïve…” Eldridge trailed off.

“Never.
Like I told you before, never
be
embarrassed by what
you desire.” Dalton vehemently told Eldridge, while caressing his hand.

“We went to the bedroom
and I grabbed the duffle bag that I had brought with me. In it were my
overnight clothes and the silk bindings and blindfold that I had purchased for
the night, in case Ned agreed to do this.”

“Was Ned surprised that
you had bought the items?”

“If
he was he never said anything to me, so I just took it as he was happy.
But boy did that all change.”

Eldridge shivered. “Ned
undressed me, slow and seductive like, but he stayed dressed. Hello?!
Big clue.
I got on the bed on all fours and Ned blindfolded
me and tied my hands with the silks to the headboard. This was what I wanted,
but I wasn’t really hard. In fact I started to panic a little and told Ned that
I had changed my mind. Actually, in hindsight, I never even got the full
sentence out before I heard and felt the first whack.”

Eldridge jumped
slightly on the sofa and leaned into Dalton more. “He hit me with a belt. A
fucking belt, over and over again. I was on fire, the pain radiated from my
ass, legs and up my back. I was screaming in my head, while begging Ned to
stop. I don’t even know how many times he hit me. All I heard was the thwack of
the belt and the sadistic voice as he told me that I deserved to be punished.
That I was perverted.”

Silent tears came down
Eldridge’s face, whispering the rest of his story with his face buried in
Dalton’s chest.

“I finally collapsed
under the pain of the weight and the humiliation that I felt. Ned removed the
blindfold and I saw something that I had never noticed before in all the times
that we had been together. Ned was sick, a monster. Ned actually got off on the
torture he had inflicted on me. The fucker came in his pants,” Eldridge sobbed.

“What was I going to
do? No one would believe me if I went to the police and reported him. Ned came
from wealth, high society. And besides, I asked him to tie me up and spank me.
So I got up, dressed and walked out the door. My head held high, or as much as
I could with all the pain that I was in and I walked out.”

Lifting his head from
Dalton’s chest, Eldridge spoke the next words with conviction. “I knew three
things that evening. One, thank goodness Ned didn’t rape me.
Two,
that
was the last time I ever wanted to see Ned and three, no one would
ever hold that much power over me again.”

“And that moment in
time also defined your view on the lifestyle and maybe even sex, am I right?”
Dalton probed.

* * * *

Dalton held the slender
man in his arms as he told his story and wiped the tears that he didn’t think
Eldridge knew he was shedding.

“Oh, Little One, that
man was hateful and not a Dom. He played Dom and only wanted to hurt someone.”
Dalton was seething that anyone, even someone only
playing
at being a Dom, could hurt another in that manner.
Especially someone as loving and beautiful as Eldridge.
No
wonder the man had trust issues.

“I wish I could go back
in time and kick his ass for you. If that had been me with you, you would have
felt cherished and loved, not humiliated. I could kill him.” Dalton cupped his
face and looked deeply into
El’s
eyes.

Eldridge leaned into
his palm and kissed it ever so gently. “I believe you would,” Eldridge told
him. “But, Ned got what was coming to him. The year after we graduated, Ned
tried hurting someone else, who happened to be bigger and stronger. Let’s just
say that Ned didn’t make it out of that scene intact.”

Dalton nodded and
silently, said a prayer to the powers that be that Ned got what was due to him.
He wasn’t prone to violence but Ned had physically hurt and emotionally
humiliated Eldridge.
Something that should have never
occurred.

Dalton wanted to
experience everything with Eldridge. He longed to do a scene with the man and
show him how good it could be. The passion involved and the heights that could
be attained would astound him. He wanted the slender man wrapped around him
like a boa constrictor wraps around its prey, holding on until the passion was
squeezed out of them both.

Dalton knew that if he
could convince Eldridge to give him a chance, he could show the man pleasures
beyond belief. Show him what a thriving, loving D/s relationship could truly be
and how they would both come out mutually satisfied. He wanted Eldridge to
experience release after being tortured for countless hours with passion and
desire. He wanted Eldridge to be driven to the point where he would be begging
for relief or felt his balls would fall off.
Then, and only
then, would Dalton allow him to come.

“El, I have a
proposition for you.” Eldridge listened as Dalton spoke. “I would love to do a
little experiment with you, not a full blown scene, yet.” Dalton’s eyebrow rose
as he stared at the stunned look on
El’s
face.

“I want to show you how
beautiful submission can be when you are with someone who you can trust.”
Dalton sensed that Eldridge cared about him, because otherwise he didn’t think
the man would have fallen asleep in his arms. El was a bundle of nerves and he
didn’t want to scare him away before he even got him into his bed or lap. He
figured that he would take this opportunity for what it was and push the wary
man just a little.

Dalton didn’t want to
do anything
overly kinky or
heavy
duty. What he actually had in mind was not even penetration, just stimulation.
Allowing Eldridge to know that he cared and that it was all about making him
feel good, not Dalton’s needs. Dalton would get his satisfaction buy watching
Eldridge fall apart in his arms. Then Eldridge would know the difference
between safe play and deliberate and malicious brutality.