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“Oh my gods, Master,
that feels so good. I need you inside me, please,” Eldridge begged the man to
fuck him, but knew enough that Dalton was on his own agenda.

He watched as Dalton
lubed his cock and guided it toward his open hole. They were both clean and
since this was a monogamous relationship, no condoms were needed. Dalton and
the partners were tested every six months and no one ever fucked without a
condom lest it was their own sub, which as of yet only Johnson had with
Issy
. Eldridge hadn’t had sex in over a year and also used
a condom, but still got tested every six months. He couldn’t wait to feel the
flesh in his channel sans a barrier, breading him from the inside out.

Eldridge pushed out as
Dalton made his way past the first ring of muscle and then he slid home.
Home, Eldridge thought.
He could not believe that this was
the word that came to mind. He had finally found a home and Dalton was the
keeper of his hearth.

Eldridge smiled at
Dalton as the man painstakingly moved slowly and languidly. He felt each rib of
the veined cock in his channel, gripping the man, so he never left.

“Sir, more…harder…I
need more.”

Dalton pecked his lips
and held his thighs as he delivered a punishing pace. In and out Eldridge felt
him saw his cock, hitting his prostate on every stab. Eldridge was out of his
mind, thrashing his head to and fro, speaking incoherently, not knowing what to
do with
himself
and the overstimulation that was being
delivered. He needed to come, but his master had not given him permission.
That’s what Dalton was now, his Master.
His
everything.
All details of the relationship would be worked out in due
time, but knowing that Dalton never planned to leave his side was all that he
needed for now. That, and maybe someday, a collar to show the world that he
belonged to Dalton Peters.

Eldridge felt Dalton
falter in his rhythm and he knew that the man was close.
Close
to exploding his seed in him for the very first time.
Spankings,
flogging, blow jobs, nothing would ever be as good as this. The first time
Master Dalton came inside him and marked him forever. No one else would ever
know, as it was an inward sign not an outward, but Eldridge would know, and so
would Dalton. This date would forever be ingrained in
El’s
mind. Ned, Ned who?
That fucker who tried to take everything
away from him all those years ago.
If he were still alive, Eldridge
would send him a card letting him know that he had found true happiness in the
arms of a beautiful soul.
Dalton Peters.

Dalton pushed in again
and spoke one word. “Come.” as Eldridge shouted his name to the heavens.
“Master.”
That was all it took. Ribbon after ribbon of
pearly white seed erupted from his cock and hit him in the chest and chin. He
never knew that he had so much cum in him, especially after already coming
once.

He felt Dalton tense
above him with a satisfied look on his
face,
he spent
his seed in
El’s
ass. They both shivered and El
wrapped his arms around his master’s back caressing him and soothing. They
trembled in the aftermath of their very intense orgasms. Eldridge wiped
Dalton’s brow and brought him down for a kiss. He wasn’t sure if that was sub
protocol, but at this point, he really didn’t care. If Dalton wanted to punish
him later, then so be it, but right now, he needed the man’s lips on him.

“Sir, that was…”
Eldridge couldn’t find the words to express his emotions. He was all jumbled up
inside, but in a good way. Not in a scared way. Not in a way that left
uncertainty. He was jumbled in a way that a person gets when they are starting
over. The little butterflies that flurry in the pit of your stomach as you go
up the roller coaster, knowing there is no way back down except on the other
side of the hill. That’s the jumbled up feeling he felt. Any anxiety and
nervousness he originally felt when he met Dalton that very first night
dissipated into a fine mist on a warm humid day. He was now content and maybe
even a little sore, but he could live with the sore. Being fucked by Dalton was
well worth any soreness he might have to endure.

Eldridge laughed as
Dalton leaned down and licked the seed from his chin,
then
pecked his lips to allow him to taste himself, he slid out of Eldridge.

“Be right back.”

Dalton came back with a
warm cloth that he retrieved from what El surmised was a bathroom through a
side door. Eldridge had no choice but to stay as he was still strapped and
trussed by his legs. After Dalton cleaned him up and untied his legs, he was
lifted into the man’s arms and laid down on large bed on the other side of the
room.

How in the hell had
Eldridge not noticed the bed when they first entered? He chuckled and Dalton
wrapped his larger frame around him, cocooning him in a blanket of warmth.

“What’s so funny,
Love?” Dalton whispered in his ear as his caressed
El’s
chest and stomach, throwing his right leg over El and pinning him to his body.

“Nothing Sir, I’m just
happy. I also wondered how I missed this very big bed when we first came into
the room.”

“I think that we had
other things on our mind, don’t you?”

Eldridge twisted his
head in order to reach for Dalton’s lips. “Yes Sir, we did.” He kissed the man.

“You realize that I’m
never letting you go, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s okay.
I don’t want to go anywhere if you’re not there, Sir.”
Another
peck to the lips.
“We can work out any details you want to.”

“I know it’s probably
too soon, but how would you feel about working from home? You said at dinner
that you and
Issy
would love to start your own
business—maybe that’s a possibility?” Dalton whispered, hope shining in his
eyes.

Eldridge felt himself melt
into Dalton’s arms. When the man held him he imagined anything was possible. He
sensed himself floating as Dalton continued to whisper to him, but he wasn’t
sure of anything being said. His body was moving along to another plane, kind
of like what he thought an out of body experience would be like. He could float
wherever his body wanted as long as it was wrapped by Dalton. The last thing
Eldridge remembered was Dalton saying. “Sleep tight, Little One.” And
everything went black.

Chapter Five

The last weeks had been
the best of Eldridge’s life. He and
Issy
had decided
to open their own business, now that the real estate market was back on the
rise. Property in and around central Philadelphia was at a premium and between
his acquisition skills and her interior design skills, they could make a
killing for prospective clients looking to corner the business market there.
Instead of selling his loft apartment, they decided to convert the space into a
showroom for
Issy
, complete with dozens upon dozens
of bolts of fabrics, swatches, woods, art, and whatever she needed to show
their clients the upscale decorating that could be done. Johnson understood her
need to expand as they were bringing in more clients than her tiny space at
their home could handle, now that she and Eldridge had merged. They both
thought to keep offices at their respective homes, so they could get their own
end of the work done as well. It helped when your lover and his friends forked
over the seed money to start the business and had tons of high-powered contacts
who needed an in when it came to acquiring property and fixing it up to high
fashion standards. Thus, Beautiful Counsel was born. Eldridge had come up with
numerous names, but
Issy
wanted Beautiful Counsel. It
was a mix of both their names. Bella, from Isabella’s name in Spanish, meant
“beautiful,” and Eldridge’s name was derived from German meaning, “old
counsel.” Hence, Beautiful Counsel was born from the joint venture of Isabella
and Eldridge.

But today was not about
work. In fact Eldridge was a nervous wreck. Tonight, in a private ceremony with
Dalton, Johnson and
Issy
, and Deacon and Shane, he
was going to accept Dalton’s permanent collar. He had yet to see the collar
because Dalton had it hidden away at Johnson’s house, but
Issy
apparently saw it and continued to torture him with the knowledge of its
beauty.

Eldridge had so much to
do before tonight. He and
Issy
had salon
appointments, hair,
mani’s
,
pedi’s
, and waxing. Eldridge didn’t give a shit if it was
usually pampering for girls, he wanted to be at his finest when he accepted his
man for life.
Not, that he hadn’t done that already.
Dalton was his man, Master and Dom, and a collar wouldn’t make any difference
to him. But, he knew the utmost importance of it in the BDSM circles. It showed
everyone that he was off the market and now belonged. He would belong to Dalton
Peters. This was the marriage and the proposal all rolled into one.

The duo arrived back at
his and Dalton’s home and decided to go through his wardrobe. He still hadn’t
decided what to wear and Dalton was no help. “Wear whatever you want or wear
nothing at all,” he had said. Well that didn’t exactly clarify things.

Eldridge just sat on
the corner of the bed as
Issy
rummaged through his
clothes. Leather pants in an assortment of colors went flying by as did shirts
and tees.

“Come on
Issy
, what did you wear at yours?” Eldridge was not there
since only those in the intimate circle were permitted, but whatever
Issy
wore El knew she would have been a knock out.

“You really want to
know what I wore El? ‘
Cause
I don’t know if you can
handle what I wore.” She smirked as she smacked her lips together.

“Do it,
Issy
. I am your canvas to make me ready for my man. I want
the real deal on what to wear. This is a BDSM wedding, and I want it all. And
you said that you’re dressing appropriately.” By the look on
Issy’s
face El wasn’t sure if he should be frightened or
not, but the woman looked absolutely elated.

“Oh BFF, you have no
idea! You asked for it, so now you get it.” The Latina spitfire had spoken.

What the fuck was he
thinking? How the hell did he let her talk him into this was beyond him, but he
should have known better. When Isabella
Catana
put
her foot down and spoke there was no getting away or backing down on her part.
Eldridge’s first mistake was letting her pick his attire for tonight’s
ceremony. Again, what the fuck was he thinking? Attire, who in their right mind
would call any of what he had on
an attire
?
No this wasn’t attire.
It was… he had no words to explain what
it was, but
Issy
assured him that Dalton would be
blown away and would practically come in his leathers. In reality, that was all
the incentive El needed.
Dalton coming in his leathers.

The ceremony was going
to take place in one of the private reserved owner rooms and then Eldridge and
Dalton would stay there for the night before they would leave to a private
beach on Turks and Caicos for a week in the sun.
A honeymoon
paradise.
Everything there for them already, and no
one around.
They would fly into
Providenciales
and then be taken to their hideaway. Eldridge was so excited he could bust. Oh,
he wanted to be able to walk around stark naked with no one in sight and just
ogle his Master.

Eldridge heard the
knock as
Issy
came into Dalton’s office. She had a
beautiful white chiffon dress on, see through, with jewels adorning her nipples
and waist. The jewels were gold and diamonds and glimmered through the sheer
fabric. She was stunning. Her curly hair was swept up off her neck showing off
her collar with the heart locket attached. Isabella
Catana
was the picture of ethereal.

“You ready, Babe?” she
asked as she made her way toward Eldridge.

“I can’t believe that
you talked me into this. Really, this is what you looked like when you were
collared by Johnson?”

“Yeah, this was it.
Au natural, with a little embellishment.”

Eldridge nodded his
head and grabbed her by the hand. “
Issy
, you have
been by my side through thick and thin from the moment you told me that I was
your new BFF. I don’t think I would have made it this far without you. I love
you Isabella
Catana
and nothing can ever change
that.”

He hugged her with all
his might, but without messing up her hair, or he’d pay the price. His BFF was
a Latina spitfire after all.

“Let’s do this.”

* * * *

Dalton was a nervous
wreck. This was a big step for him.
No, a huge step.
He loved Eldridge
Cristoff
with every ounce of his
being, and he wanted the world to know it too. Here he was, in a room with his
three closest friends and business partners about to collar the man of his
dreams. He hadn’t seen Eldridge since this morning, when
Issy
took him off to be primped and pampered before this evening. Tomorrow, they
would be off to their own private island.

All the men were in
leathers and vests, black, but each sported a boutonniere over their hearts.
Dalton’s was red and the other three wore pink,
Issy’s
idea. Shane carried the box that contained the collar. Dalton hoped that
Eldridge would like it and
Issy
had assured him that
he would. Deacon carried the box with the matching necklace and key to be
placed in Dalton’s capable hands when he went to lock the collar on Eldridge.
Johnson would be speaking on their behalf before the two men pledged themselves
to each other.
And
Issy
.
She
simply needed to be beautiful and supportive for Eldridge. Something she always
accomplished and with dignity and grace.

“They’re coming,”
Johnson announced. “Everyone get into their places.”

 
At the far end of the room, opposite the bed
was a padded table that was now adorned with a white linen cloth. On the cloth
were dozens of tea lights, creating the only illumination in the room. Dalton
stood on the other side of the table, behind and to the right. This way all the
lights were seen first. Deacon and Shane stood next to him with Johnson in the
middle. When Eldridge arrived he would stand next to Dalton at his left with
Issy
on the other side of Eldridge. Much like a traditional
wedding set up.

Dalton glanced up as he
heard the door open, but with lighting only where they stood, it was difficult
to see very well.
Issy
walked in first and before
taking her place in the line she leaned over to Dalton and pecked him on the
cheek. “You are a very lucky man, Dalton Peters. Always remember that because
I’d hate to have to unleash this Latina temper on you.”

Dalton dared not
chuckle for fear of his life if Isabella
Catana
got
it in her head that he wasn’t treating her BFF right. He smiled and kissed her
cheek and simply responded. “I know.”

A gasp was heard as
Dalton kissed
Issy
and turned to see what caused the
sound made by his three friends. There before him was Eldridge
Cristoff
, the man he was about to collar.
A very naked Eldridge
Cristoff
.
Okay, maybe not entirely naked, but Dalton was not sure if the leather flap
that barely had enough material to cover his dick counted. The flap, because it
really couldn’t be called a thong, was black leather that went around
Eldridge’s waist by another piece of thin leather in between his ass cheeks.
Okay maybe it was a thong.

His skin was shiny and
glistening from the oils that had been massaged on him. His eyes were bright.
Sage green eyes lined with violet eye liner creating a look of wonder and awe.
Dalton had never known Eldridge’s eyes could pop so large. His curly hair was
perfectly messed just liked Dalton loved it. He wanted Eldridge’s curls to
always feel natural and never with creams or gels in it. And his lips, glossy
and plump, a hint of natural tint to them. Good enough to lick and devour.
Eldridge was a Greek god from the top of his beautiful brown curls to the tips
of his toes, painted toes-a very light version of the eye liner he wore,
violet.

Issy
had outdone herself in creating the gorgeous specimen before them. Raw
masculinity meets
sensuality, that
was Eldridge
Cristoff
.

Dalton smiled as he
took
El’s
hand in his and leaned in to kiss the
glossy lips.

“Hey,
not yet.”
Johnson frowned. All of them chuckled,
but Dalton and Eldridge only had eyes for each other.

“Let’s begin.”
Nods all around.
“Tonight we gather to witness the union of
two very special people, Master Dalton Peters and Eldridge
Cristoff
.
This is a very special occasion in our world, where the linking of these two
people signifies a linking of not only body and mind, but souls. We are honored
to witness the collaring of Eldridge by Dalton and make it our duty to always
be there for the couple in all their needs, as friends, but more importantly as
family. Dalton?”

Dalton reached as Shane
held open the box. Dalton removed the collar, a silver and black double
byzantine necklace with flecks of sapphires and a small locket. The necklace
had weight to it so Eldridge would always know it was there and would also hang
low enough that it could not be seen when wearing a dress shirt for meeting
clients. Dalton smiled as Eldridge gasped when he saw the collar. Tears
trickled down his face and Dalton took his free hand and wiped them away. “No
crying, Little
One,
wouldn’t want you to smear your
eyeliner.”

Eldridge smiled and
nodded his head and listened carefully to the words Dalton spoke.

“I, Dalton Peters,
pledge my life and love to you, Eldridge
Cristoff
. I
pledge to honor you as your partner, lover and Dom. I vow to always put your
needs before others, including my own. I vow to always take care of you in this
life and in the next. You, Eldridge
Cristoff
, are my
world and as a token of my love and faithfulness, I present you this collar.
Only I hold the key to this collar and only I could ever remove it. This is a
token of my undying love and dedication to you and our lifestyle. Do you accept
my collar, and all that it entails?”

Dalton waited for
Eldridge to say something, and thankfully El did not make him wait long.

“I, Eldridge
Cristoff
, accept your collar. In this acceptance, I vow to
love and honor you in this lifetime and in the next. Dalton, you are my world,
my love and my Dom. You are the other half of my soul, and I proudly accept
what you have freely given.”

Dalton could hear
Issy
quietly sobbing in the background as he placed the
collar around Eldridge’s neck, taking the
necklaced
key from Deacon and locking it into place. Dalton then took his silver and
black double byzantine necklace that held the key and placed it around his own
neck. His Little One was now his and he had the locket with engraving to prove
it. Holding onto the locket for just a second more, Dalton pressed gently to
the engraved words touched Eldridge’s chest,
Dalton’s Little One.
Dalton knew that most men would balk at the
words, but to him that was what Eldridge was. Someone to cherish and
adore,
the little one who would always be at his side. He
smiled.