The Rules of Love (15 page)

He removed Saul’s shoes, taking it slow by untying the laces, cupping Saul’s heels as he slipped them off. Kenneth rolled the silken socks down then rolled them neatly up together. He hadn’t asked permission, but Saul hadn’t reprimanded him when he’d kissed his shoes earlier. Kenneth pressed his lips to the soft skin of Saul’s foot, the dark hairs dusted by silver tickling his chin. His eyes closed so as to experience every nuance of Saul’s taste and smell.

He covered his foot with soft kisses, encouraged by Saul’s pleased moans. Cradling the heel, he lifted it higher to suck Saul’s big toe into his mouth. Using his tongue to explore between each toe then alternately lick and feast on them, he felt his balls tighten painfully. Only years of control kept him from shooting his seed in the slacks he still wore.

After pressing his tongue flat on the sole of Saul’s foot, he dragged it along the entire length. Several more times he lapped at it, Saul squirming and groaning as he did. He switched to the other one, starting over with a gentle kiss on the top to begin. The more he lavished attention on Saul’s body, the more his shaft leaked. He hadn’t experienced such an overpowering desire in ages.

“Boy,” Saul rasped out. “If you want my cock, you should hurry. This is…wonderful, but too good. I’m about to take myself in hand if you don’t get up here.”

Kenneth smiled against Saul’s ankle. He’d hoped to lick his way up Saul’s limbs, but it seemed it would have to wait for another time. After rising up on his knees, he pulled the silk boxers down below Saul’s erection, gasping as it sprung free. It was magnificent. Cut and crowned with a wide, flared head that dripped pre-cum from the slit. The tip was a ruddy color, Saul’s thick length beautifully proportioned.

The admonishment to hurry wasn’t needed. Now that he was close to his goal, it was all that he could see. His every sense was filled with his need for Saul. In his anxiousness, he wasn’t as careful with the discarded underwear, tossing it aside. Saul opened up his legs farther and Kenneth lowered his head onto Saul’s twitching shaft.

He took his lover in one move, swallowing him, too eager to draw it out. Saul cried out in response, arching his hips off the sofa and pushing his cock farther down Kenneth’s throat. Kenneth could eat a man all day. He’d always craved it and he’d practiced on Ronald for many, many years. Saul fisted Kenneth’s hair, his thrusts into Kenneth’s mouth becoming more urgent, more desperate.

“
Fuck
.”

He spent in quick spurts, filling Kenneth with his cum, which he took gratefully. Saul’s taste was sweet in Kenneth’s estimation, the bitterness like an elixir. He sucked his lover for as long as it was needed to drain him then he lapped at his emptied balls. Sinking his tongue behind them, he hungered for the moment when he could lave Saul’s hot, puckered hole.

Saul used both hands to card his fingers through Kenneth’s hair as he continued to minister to Saul’s genitals. “Such a beautiful, perfect boy. God, the sight of you with your nose buried in my crotch. I thought I’d spend from that alone. You’re bringing me back to my younger days.” Saul framed his face, pulling him off his flaccid member. “Clothes off. Then up here, next to me.”

Kenneth did as he was told, disrobing quickly, then sitting flush to Saul’s side. Saul twisted his body so that he could capture Kenneth’s lips with his. His kiss was demanding, thorough, and Kenneth could feel Saul’s claim on him. Soon they were embracing and Saul dipped his hand to Kenneth’s heated erection. He encircled his stiff flesh, his palm spreading the abundant moisture Kenneth leaked to smooth the way.

Saul spoke against his lips, their hot breath mingling. “Do you need something more with this?”

Kenneth rocked his hips into Saul’s skilled hand and tried to order his thoughts. “M-more, Sir?”

“The sting of my hand on your ass?”

“Oh…God. Yes, please, Sir.”

“On your belly across my lap.”

Kenneth knew exactly what to do and positioned himself, hopeful he didn’t seem too eager. Saul closed his thighs to trap Kenneth’s cock securely. He placed one hand at the small of his back right as the other landed hard on both cheeks. It would be impossible to last long. He wanted to, wanted to draw out his first orgasm with Saul, but even he didn’t have that much control. Not when the man he’d yearned for was using him so well.

Another harsh slap jerked him forward, the friction of his dick sliding between Saul’s hairy legs just enough to taunt him but not enough to get him there. The smacks alternating between each cheek quickened, the burn building in his skin to a glorious hurt. His moans built and Saul hit him harder.

“That’s it, boy. Let me hear you. Give it to me.”

Saul’s rough hand landed again, the pain so right, so wonderful.

“Oh, Sir. Please…I need…”

“I’m sure you do, boy. Is my hand on your ass all you need?”

“God, yes, Sir. Yes.”

“Then come for me.”

His nuts drew up tight, his release surging through his cock violently. He shot over and over, his fantasies with Saul come to life. Dizzy with the force of his climax, he had a moment of disorientation where he thought it all must have been a dream after all. As he floated back to reality, he became aware of Saul soothing his backside, the skin there like fire. His other hand still held Kenneth in place, allowing him to drape his body loosely over Saul’s lap.

“Lovely.”

Saul continued to caress him, his fingers sometimes dipping between his legs, stroking his perineum and the soft, loose skin of his sac. Kenneth’s head was cradled in his arms on the couch. He’d let the leg on the outside of the sofa drift off the side as he’d slipped into a state of utter bliss. Knowing that his naked ass was on display for Saul’s eyes and that his lover ruled his body filled him with peace. He was home after all.

Chapter Ten

Holding Kenneth in his arms while his boy slept wasn’t something he’d thought would ever happen. It wasn’t that he’d never slept with a man before, only that he’d never wanted one to stay. No one ever had. Their limbs were tangled around one another, their bodies not dissimilar in size. Kenneth was perhaps a couple of inches shorter, so with his head nestled on Saul’s chest, they fit together perfectly.

Kenneth’s naked form was completely relaxed against him, snoring softly. There was a tightness in his throat and nausea at the realization that the previous night Kenneth had been chained in a shed, lying on the filthy ground. Without thinking, Saul clutched Kenneth strongly to him, causing him to stir.

“Sir?”

There was an edge of panic in his sleep tinged voice.

“Shh. I have you. You’re safe.”

His body relaxed again. “Thank you, Sir.”

Saul smiled as Kenneth pressed his full lips against his chest, wriggled, then settled himself back in Saul’s arms. Within a few short minutes, his breathing had evened out, and Saul was astonished at the amount of trust Kenneth had shown him. He was under no delusion that there wouldn’t be demons haunting him after what he’d been through, but Saul planned to focus on the positives.

He knew through Theodore—from the notoriously nosy Francesco—that Kenneth had been with another man for many years prior to Preston. Theo had said he thought the man died, and that was why he’d been available to be snatched up by Preston. The impression Francesco had gotten from the vague conversation was that Kenneth had been very happy with whoever he’d been with. Saul was comforted by the fact that at least Kenneth hadn’t been traumatized for his whole life.

His enthusiasm for cock certainly hasn’t been dampened.

Kenneth’s oral exploration of first his feet then his dick had been simply magical. It was unlike any other experience he’d shared with a man. He’d ordered men to service him many, many times. There had even been those who’d begged him for the privilege. But there’d never been one who could match Kenneth’s unadulterated pleasure and skill.

Then there was the obvious need for pain. Kenneth had been as hard as steel, had been eager when Saul had first touched him. The mention of pain however, had sent Kenneth flying. Once he’d applied it, Kenneth had been a writhing, mewling mess. The mere thought had Saul’s length filling again.

As if I was a twenty-year-old lad.

He withheld a chuckle to keep from disturbing his lover again. Kenneth would rejuvenate him, he had no doubt. His bigger concern was how he could ensure Kenneth’s happiness going forward. He’d never be able to take away the brutal disregard and deliberate cruelty Preston had inflicted on him, but he could do all he was capable of to fill Kenneth’s life with care and affection. He’d never met anyone who—in his estimation—deserved it more.

On a contented sigh, Saul drifted off with thoughts of all the delicious things he’d like to do with his beautiful, willing, giving, pain-worshiping lover.

* * * *

When Kenneth awoke, he had a moment of dread as he contemplated where he was. It was sickening to him that because he wasn’t locked up outside like an old hound, that something must be wrong. It was quite the opposite. For the first time in years, everything was
exactly
right.

He chanced a peek at Saul, whose eyes were shut. Kenneth lay on his stomach with one arm draped across Saul’s waist. His lover was on his back. He remembered falling asleep wrapped in Saul’s embrace, but they’d understandably shifted during the night. He watched the slow rise and fall of Saul’s chest, pleased that his skin had a healthy glow and that he seemed to be a strong man overall. The first thing he’d noticed with Ronald was how gray his complexion had become. That was just before…

“I’m awake, boy.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Without opening his eyes, Saul lifted his arms in an open gesture. Kenneth scooted into them and inhaled the musky aroma of his skin. There was no avoiding the need to bathe, but the masculine smell of a lover in the morning before showering was heaven.

“There isn’t a thing about you that bothers me. It’s all a part of you and all of that belongs to me, so I cherish it.”

Huh.

Already Kenneth was completely content in his new world. It was difficult to believe that twenty-four hours before he’d been living an actual waking, breathing nightmare. In some ways, it already seemed as if it had happened somewhere faraway to someone else. He thought that was good. He had no desire to hang on to all the shit Preston had flung at him. The time with him was an unfortunate blight on what had been a grand life before and he was sure would be a grand one again.

He was realistic enough to know that he wouldn’t escape from Preston’s specter that cleanly, but he wouldn’t focus on it either. He wasn’t worth the energy it took for Kenneth to even remember his name.

“Hungry?”

“Yes, Sir. What would you like me to prepare for you?”

Saul jostled him. “We’ll prepare it together.”

Kenneth cringed. He had to remember that Saul was a different person than Ronald—and much different than Preston—so it only made sense that he would want things done his own way.

“Talk to me, boy.”

“Wouldn’t you like it more if I made breakfast for
you
, Sir?”

Saul chuckled and Kenneth wasn’t sure how to respond. Did he think he was silly?

“I would love for you to do that on another day. Perhaps tomorrow you can begin. If you’ll remember, we haven’t finalized our arrangement yet. I’m thrilled at how excited you are to provide for whatever need I require of you. It’s quite wondrous. However, I need today to get to know
your
needs. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Currently, my main need is a piss and some coffee.” Saul lifted his head from the pillow and glanced in Kenneth’s direction. “What about you?”

Kenneth grinned. “Me too.”

After tending to their initial needs, Saul turned on the shower and ushered both of them inside. They soaped each other up, but before Kenneth had the opportunity to gratify Saul, he was tugged off by his lover. He’d captured both of Kenneth’s wrists with one hand then grasped his cock with the other. Kenneth’s initial protests were drowned out by Saul’s lips on his, then halted altogether as Saul had fucked his mouth with his tongue.

They made a simple meal of toast and eggs, which they shared out on the back patio. The outdoor area was covered and surrounded by beige stuccoed walls that reached waist high. The edges were soft, the frame of the patio border an arched style that matched the rest of the structure. Large square terracotta tiles made up the flooring, the burnt sienna coloring close to that of the roof ones. Kenneth mused that it really was like the pictures from Ronald’s book. They could have easily been relaxing on the verandah of an Italian Riviera home.

A pang of sadness for his lost lover caught him unaware. He missed him, he always would, but it wasn’t that. It was that he truly believed Ronald would like Saul. He hoped that Ronald somehow knew that Saul was taking care of his boy and that everything was okay with him.

He looked at his lover and was surprised to see Saul regarding him so closely. He was sure it wasn’t displeasure he saw in his eyes, but it wasn’t lust either. Saul was clearly absorbed by his thoughts though, whatever they were.

“Are you ready to talk about what our arrangement will be?”

“Yes, Sir, I am. Do you have a list of tasks and rules for me that you commonly use? We could start from there, if you’d like.”

“No. I wouldn’t like that at all.”

Kenneth swallowed down his fear. What had he done wrong?

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Kenneth.”

He dropped his jaw. How had he known?

Saul chuckled, then leaned over, kissing him on his cheek. After scooting his chair closer, he entwined their fingers together, placing Kenneth’s hand in his lap.

“I could see by the expression on your face that you thought you’d upset or disappointed me somehow. That’s not the case. However, we’re going to do this together, both of us. Once we’re in accord, then you can—actually, we both can—comfortably fulfill our roles in the relationship. Agreed?”