Riveted (4 page)

“No!” Ty howled, pulling away when Blake slipped a finger deep inside him. “Ca-can’t. Jesus, I’m going to come,” he said harshly, head dropping between his arms, chest heaving as he tried to get himself back under control.

“Just breathe,” Blake said, instantly stopping all stimulation and rubbing at Ty’s lower back. He wasn’t holding Ty’s orgasm back to be mean or to punish. He wanted to keep his promise yet be buried deep in his boy when they came. “I got ya, deep breaths,” he encouraged as he popped the button on his own jeans and pushed them down his hips. “Wait for me, boy.”

“Oh… yeah, okay,” he gasped. Ty took a couple more deep breaths, then seemed to relax his body slightly, though the muscles still continued to tremble and a fine sheen of perspiration covered his body. “Damn, that was close,” he chuckled and blew out another long breath.

There was no way Ty was going to last long. Hell, with the gorgeous body spread out before him, the needy sounds pouring from his boy, and the taste of Ty on his tongue, Blake doubted
he’d
last very long. They needed to take the edge off, and then he’d spend the rest of the night showing Ty just how much he loved him.

“Over the bed,” he instructed, pulling at Ty’s hip to encourage him to place his feet on the floor while he spread the pre-come oozing from his own slit down his shaft. Lining up his slick cock at Ty’s entrance, he whispered, “Ready for me, boy?”

“God, yes,” Ty moaned pitifully. “Need you so fucking bad.”

“I know, I need you too,” he murmured, nudging at Ty’s wet hole. Ty opened up for him, accepting the invasion with a sigh and a moan. Slowly, gently, Blake slid into him until he was fully buried in Ty’s body.

Blake stretched out, pressed his chest against Ty’s back, and wrapped his arms around him. “Love how tight your ass is,” he praised, one hand splayed out over Ty’s chest, the other lightly stroking Ty’s cock as they began to rock together. “Love how you feel around me, against me—” He inhaled against Ty’s neck, taking the musky scent deep into his lungs. “—the way you smell.”

Ty moaned. “Need to be everything for you. Everything. Always. Oh God,” Ty babbled. His words were disjointed as he began to rock harder.

Blake’s slow, languid thrusts sped, the tight heat around his cock demanding. “You are, Ty,” he whispered as he moved a little faster. “You’re everything I need. You’re my beautiful boy, my lover, my breath. Everything I could ever want.” Blake’s fingers curled against Ty’s chest, feeling his rapid heart rate. With his free hand Blake tugged at the leather, releasing the band around Ty’s cock and balls and letting it fall to the floor.

“Yes… so close.” Ty clutched the bedding in a white-knuckled grip and threw his head back, back arching. “Please, please, please! Love me, Sir.” Ty’s voice broke on a sob.

“Always,” Blake growled and slammed into Ty faster, wrapping his fist around Ty’s cock. “I’ll always love you. So fucking beautiful. God, Ty, let me be your everything,” he panted. His climax built, moving through him; his pulse roared in his ears, heart pounding.

“Yes! Oh fuck!” Ty’s body went completely rigid, mouth wide in a silent scream, and cock throbbing hard in Blake’s hand.

His boy was beyond the point of no return, already beginning to fall into bliss. One more hard thrust, and Blake whispered, “Come for me.” The wet heat fountained over Blake’s fist before the last word was even out of his mouth.

“Ah! Yes, oh God.” Ty’s words were barely distinguishable, flowing into a deep, satisfying moan, as his body swayed and trembled, in constant motion as he rode his orgasm.

Blake stayed buried in Ty’s ass, holding back his own need by pure fucking orneriness, refusing to give in until every drop was pulled from Ty’s body. The contractions around his dick caused his legs to weaken and he locked his knees to keep from falling.

One last thrust, the sounds of Ty’s whimpers, the smell of sex, and the vise grip around his cock all finally stripped Blake of his control and he came deep inside Ty, shooting pulse after pulse, a growl filling the air. “Mine.”

Ty’s arms gave out and they both collapsed to the bed. Ty grunted as Blake covered him with his full weight, but he sighed and melted into the mattress, breathing hard. They stayed like that for long, silent moments as they each basked in the euphoria, Blake still buried deep in Ty’s body.

He was sated and boneless and he didn’t want to move. But with his pants around his legs and his knees about to give out, Blake finally pressed a kiss to the side of Ty’s neck and forced himself to rise.

“Hey,” Ty protested as Blake’s cock slipped out and he lost the heat of Blake’s body covering his own.

Blake smiled and swatted him playfully on the ass. “You’ll thank me later. Up into the bed,” he ordered and kicked off his jeans. Ty complied and Blake pulled off his shirt, throwing it haphazardly behind him, and then turned out the light before he crawled beneath the covers next to Ty.

“You were right,” Ty mumbled, pushing up close to throw a leg over Blake’s hip and an arm over his waist.

“I usually am,” Blake chuckled, kissing Ty’s nose. “But what was I right about this time?”

“This is way better than hanging off the bed with a nearly two-hundred-pound man crushing me. Although,” Ty said with regret, shifting his hips until their softening cocks came in contact, “I do miss certain crushing parts, Sir.”

“If you can get it up again, it’s all yours, boy.” Blake replied seriously. Part of him hoped Ty would take the challenge, but it was a small part. The majority of him hoped Ty would just snuggle close and enjoy a little post-fuck basking, at least for a few minutes anyway.

Ty laughed and kissed him. “I’ll give you a few minutes to bask.”

Oh yeah, his boy knew him very well. Blake relaxed further, his body and mind content. “You’re so good to me,” he said, cradling Ty close.

“That works both ways, Sir.” Ty sighed.

“Yes it does,” Blake said, kissing the top of Ty’s head.

They lay together for a long while, just listening to each other breathe, hands gently caressing backs and chests. If Blake ever had a shred of doubt creep into his mind about whether he and Ty belonged together, they were completely erased in moments like this. He knew Ty felt it too.

Only one last obstacle stood in the way of them being completely whole and secure in each other, and Blake would go to the ends of the earth to remove it.

“I
WANT
to remind you once again, the chafing can be avoided by regular care. I’d suggest making it part of your daily routine.”

Phone between his ear and shoulder, Blake scribbled more notes in the margin of the instructions in front of him. “Morning and night like clockwork, I can assure you. I’ve got some last-minute errands to run so I won’t be at the club when you drop it off, but Bobby is expecting you.”

“Let Bobby know I’ll be there at noon.”

“Shall do. Oh, and Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. This means the world to me,” Blake said sincerely.

“You’re welcome. See you tonight.”

Blake ended the call and folded the instructions, slid them into the folder, and returned it to the desk drawer. Leaning back in his office chair, he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. Damn, he was nervous. Tonight was a night of celebration with a few of their closest friends. He tried to convince himself there wasn’t a damn thing to be anxious about, but his queasy gut and jittery heart obviously weren’t getting the memo.

Pushing back from his desk, Blake went in search of his boy. Ty wasn’t the only one who would benefit from a day of heavy submission.

T
Y
SAT
silently in the passenger seat, eyes straight ahead, looking out the front window as they headed to the club. Blake doubted Ty was seeing the bright lights and commotion of the city as the car crept along the busy streets.

He had kept Ty in heavy bondage, helping him find his headspace, and in turn it had helped Blake find his own. Ty’s brow had creased when Blake dressed him for the evening, but he never asked about the new harness. The heavily studded leather straps came over Ty’s shoulders in a V, connecting to a large O-ring, which in turn connected to the strap that encircled his muscular chest just below his pierced nipples. Another studded strap ran downward to another large O-ring that anchored the strap around Ty’s waist, and still another strap ran down to Ty’s groin, affixed to a heavy metal cock ring.

God, Ty was magnificent in nothing but leather and silver studs, his heavy cock bound.

It had taken every bit of Blake’s self-restraint to help Ty into his black dress slacks and silk dress shirt when all he wanted to do was throw his beautiful boy down on the bed and fuck him senseless.

Soon. First they had an announcement to make to their staff.

Blake pulled up behind the club and put the car in park before turning to Ty. “Tonight is a big night for us, boy. Anything you want to say before we go in?”

Ty smiled at him and shook his head. “I just plan to follow your lead, Sir.”

Blake leaned over and pressed a kiss to Ty’s lips. “I plan to flaunt my business partner’s… assets, among other things,” he teased and kissed his boy again before turning serious. “I’m proud to have you at my side tonight.”

“Thank you, Sir. I’m proud to be there.”

Blake smiled and stepped out of the car, then hurried around to open the door for Ty. As soon as Ty was out, Blake entwined their fingers. “Our public awaits, boy.”

T
Y
WAS
relieved when the bulk of the staff finally left, leaving behind what Blake would consider his closest friends. The nice intimate group meant he could finally sit back and relax. Everyone had been great upon hearing the club’s transfer of ownership, and Ty and Blake spent most of the night shaking hands and being congratulated. Luckily for him, Blake had given the speech and laid out their vision for the club, so he’d only had to stand at Blake’s side and smile. He still wasn’t quite used to the idea of being an owner, but he had to admit the idea was growing on him.

He’d just opened a bottle of water and taken a long pull, relaxing onto one of the leather stools next to Micah, when Blake approached him. Blake gave a curt nod to Micah before saying, “Follow me, boy.”

The authoritative tone in Blake’s voice had him jumping to his feet. Ty stole a glance toward Micah, who had a wide grin on his face. Obviously his friend was privy to information Ty wasn’t, and he had to fight the urge to stick his tongue out at the smiling bastard as he hurried to follow Blake.

Ty could easily read Blake’s body language. His back was straight, head held high, and his steps were measured. Ty fell back on his training and walked to heel behind his Dom, posture perfect and eyes low.

Blake led him to the center of the stage in front of a leather-bound bench. “Strip and kneel, boy,” Blake ordered without turning away from their small audience.

Ty’s eyes went wide, and he hesitated as the shock of Blake’s words hit him. He recovered quickly, however, keeping his eyes low as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it while kicking off his shoes. A tendril of unease and excitement trickled down Ty’s spine. Seldom did he and Blake play in public. It wasn’t that either one of them was modest—far from it. But Blake’s possessiveness ran deep and unless the situation demanded it, he rarely put Ty’s body on display in front of others.

Removing his pants and socks, Ty swallowed down his confusion, put his complete trust in Blake, and went silently to his knees, careful to ensure his posture was flawless.

“Today was a very special day for me and my boy,” Blake said, addressing their friends. “It means a great deal to us that you are here and were able to share in our good news.”

Out of his peripheral vision, Ty watched Blake nod and a man he’d only just met tonight, Jason, got to his feet. Carrying a wooden box just slightly smaller than a shirt box, Jason joined them on stage and handed the box to Blake. “Thank you.”

Jason nodded and then moved past his line of vision, his footsteps sounding behind Ty a few strides and then stopping, before Blake spoke again. “Today is special for another reason. In the last year, my boy and I have had to face many obstacles, but we’ve overcome them together. I’m so proud of him and before anyone can ever question who he belongs to again, I’m collaring him.”

Wait.

What?

The word “collaring” was like a bomb strike Ty hadn’t seen coming and his head started to lift, reeling from the shock, but he caught himself at the last moment and kept his position. Holy fuck, he couldn’t have heard Blake correctly.

The few times Blake had fastened a leather collar around his neck, he’d loved the way it felt. Not in the physical sense so much, but more in the way its presence made him feel. The collars he’d worn in the past were for show, accessories to complement the outfit Blake had chosen for him, but with even those small bands of belonging around his neck, Ty had walked a little straighter, a little prouder. The feelings the collar brought out in him, he could only assume, were like those caused by a wedding ring—an outward sign of the commitment made to another person.

Ty’s skin prickled as goose bumps covered his body, and he fought to keep his breathing even when Blake moved to stand before him. “So proud of you, boy,” Blake whispered, running his hand through Ty’s hair, and then he did something that shocked Ty even more than the statement of collaring. Blake dropped to his knees in front of Ty, placed a finger beneath Ty’s chin, and lifted his head until their eyes met.

Blake smiled at him, a hopeful gleam in his dark-brown eyes, and held out a silver collar. “This is more than a sign of ownership, boy,” Blake whispered for Ty’s ears only. “It’s a symbol of my commitment to you and yours to me.”

Forcing his gaze away from those soft brown eyes, Ty looked down and accepted the collar. The silver-colored metal was heavy and cool beneath his fingers as he ran them along the polished surface, but it warmed quickly in his hand. When he turned it the lights reflected off the gold that covered the inside of the collar. Ty’s breath hitched when he read the inscription.