Copyright by Amber Kell November 2012
2nd edition April 2017
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Editors: Beany Sparks, Jason Bradley
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Book 1 in Magical Men
Sometimes secrets have to be exposed in
order to capture something worth keeping.
Torn between two alphas, Dallas has to
decide if he is willing to give up his position in the pack to keep
his human master happy. Born a submissive wolf shifter, Dallas has
dreamt of finding the perfect mate. Unfortunately, none of the other
shifters attract him as much as his sexy Laurence.
Laurence is riddled with guilt over the
secrets he keeps from his beautiful sub. He wants Dallas for a long
time to come, but he’s nervous about exposing his inner abilities
to a man who he loves but might not be able to trust.
Two men with secrets have to learn to give
a little in order to keep the one they love.
Man Declan (Sample)
my fans who like a heart-warming
story along with their hot guys.
the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is
Dallas Ballin kept his head bowed as the
conversation buzzed above him. For the past hour, he had stayed in
the same kneeling position only half listening from his spot on the
soft pillow as the dominants talked. He stopped paying attention
fifteen minutes into their conversation after they went from a
discussion on the stock market to their favorite wines. Too bad,
sometimes he picked up good investment tips. Only his dominant paid
any attention to him at these dinnertime meetings. To the others,
Dallas might as well have been a piece of furniture. Just the way he
liked it. His submissive inner wolf didn’t like to be the focus of
a room full of alpha males, even if they were weaker humans.
He fought against the urge to fidget or at
least find a more comfortable position on his knees. Master Laurence
wouldn’t appreciate any unnecessary movement, and he didn’t want
to get a stern look in place of the usual half smile he received.
Dallas clenched his butt cheeks to prevent wiggling due to the memory
of last week’s spanking after he had talked back to his master.
Master Laurence didn’t appreciate back talk from his subs, and
Dallas had been given a firm reminder to modify his behavior.
The wolf lurking beneath his skin pushed to
be let out so he could curl up at his master’s feet. Although
Dallas rationally knew Laurence didn’t own him, he still couldn’t
convince his animal half of the fact. To his wolf, Laurence was to be
obeyed like an alpha.
This close to the full moon, Dallas
struggled with his submissive side. He might not be an alpha wolf,
but his inner beast knew he could take down an average human and he
didn’t like anyone near his master who might be a threat. Luckily,
Master Laurence didn’t have an average bone in his body, and even
though he didn’t know of Dallas’s feral nature, Laurence had no
difficulty bringing his submissive to heel.
Dallas forced his muscles to relax. He
didn’t dare risk his lover’s wrath again. If Laurence became too
annoyed, he might not take Dallas home with him. Dallas struggled
against the temptation to lay his head on his master’s knee for
petting. He tightened his muscles to pull back when he subconsciously
began leaning toward Laurence.
A short whine tried to work its way up his
throat. He ruthlessly tamped it down, as he did with all his other
canine urges. He couldn’t betray his true nature—not if he
planned on remaining Laurence’s submissive.
The Doms continued their discussions on
politics and business, but their words held no interest for Dallas.
He saved all his attention for his master. Peering through his
lashes, he admired the firm line of his lover’s chin, the lush
shape of Laurence’s mouth, and the slight five o’clock shadow
growing on his lean cheeks. Dallas longed to lick at the hairs, to
lap their rough texture with his tongue. Nothing excited him like his
master’s skin, scent, or seed. Touching his beautiful human alpha
soothed Dallas’s wolf side.
“Dallas, fetch me a drink,” Master
Laurence commanded. A brief stroke across Dallas’s head conveyed
his master would never say before the other men at the table.
Without a word, Dallas rose gracefully to
his feet, then walked over to the bar. He’d practiced each movement
until he could go from knees to standing in one smooth motion, with
“Scotch on the rocks, please,” he told
Eric, the bartender,. The flirtatious man had started working at Club
Silence soon after Dallas first visited the place with his master
nine months ago. Although the gorgeous bartender radiated sex appeal,
Dallas never responded to any of his advances. It would kill Dallas
to cause his master even a moment of concern over his fidelity. They
might not be mated like his kind, but his heart belonged to Laurence.
The bartender blatantly admired Dallas for
a moment before handing over a glass of scotch. “You ever get tired
of your master, you come and see me, beautiful. I’ve got all kinds
of things I can show you.” The bartender slid a hot, dark gaze over
Dallas. “Here’s a bottle of water for you. I don’t know if you
can ask for a drink tonight, but I thought you might be thirsty.”
Laurence’s rules changed according to his
mood. Some nights, Dallas could ask for something to drink and other
nights his master made Dallas go without until they had finished
their scene. Master Laurence hadn’t explicitly said Dallas couldn’t
have a drink, so he accepted the bottle held out to him. Laurence
would tell him if he couldn’t have the water.
“Thanks.” Dallas allowed a small smile
to cross his lips at the bartender’s consideration. Even though
Eric always propositioned Dallas, he never crossed the line by
touching him. The bartender knew the rules and wouldn’t break them
even though he flirted shamelessly with everyone who walked by.
Eric’s job depended on him keeping his hands to himself.
After returning to the table, Dallas set
the glass of scotch by his master’s left hand before retaking his
position on the floor beside Laurence’s chair. With a quick glance
at his master, he waited for a nod of permission before quietly
opening his bottle of water. Still feeling Laurence’s gaze on him,
he took a long sip, trying not to move restlessly beneath his
“What did Eric say to you?” Laurence
asked, his voice sharp.
Dallas took a slow breath and tried not to
preen over the jealous edge in his master’s voice. Having
Laurence’s full attention focused on him made Dallas harder than
diamonds. He didn’t mind being in the background as long as
Laurence stroked his head or any of the million little things he did
to let Dallas know he had someone watching out for him. Dallas looked
at Laurence through his lashes, keeping his head tilted down.
“He said if I ever tire of you, he’d be
happy to take care of me,” Dallas replied honestly. He didn’t
have anything to hide, and Eric, while flirtatious, hadn’t crossed
the line by touching him in any way.
A small smile curved Laurence’s hard
mouth. Dallas knew his master liked it when he told the truth and
didn’t try to hide anything. Laurence had a possessive streak
Dallas tried not to trigger if he could help it. He wasn’t one of
those subs who acted out to get attention.
“And will you be taking him up on his
offer?” Laurence’s voice held nothing but curiosity in its rich
tones, but Dallas knew better. It meant his master didn’t want to
share his emotions.
“No, Master,” Dallas said, shocked.
Dallas didn’t play games—he was a loyal
wolf. He’d stay until his master no longer wanted him. Gossip
around the club chattered about how Dallas had already outlasted
Laurence’s past three subs. Dallas’s inner wolf would soon try to
test his Dom, seeking confirmation he was a worthy alpha to obey.
Being a shifter and a submissive brought with it many problems. They
were only increased because Laurence had no idea about Dallas’s
“Your pet is quite devoted,” a silky
voice spoke above Dallas’s head.
Dallas jerked at the unexpected sound. He
should’ve smelled the stranger or at least heard him before the man
was halfway across the room. Only practice and training kept Dallas’s
gaze focused on the floor. He didn’t recognize the voice, but he
didn’t dare meet the eyes of an unknown master. Some men took it
the wrong way, and Dallas tried to stay out of trouble while keeping
Laurence company. The rest of the time, all bets were off.
“Yes, he is,” Laurence agreed.
Dallas smiled at the satisfaction he could
hear in his master’s voice, even as his nerves strummed with
uneasiness. Dallas took a subtle sniff, but the man didn’t smell
Nothing at all.
He completely lacked a scent. Crap.
To Dallas’s limited knowledge, only
vampires didn’t have a scent—something to do with being undead.
No one had ever explained it to his satisfaction. Maybe death washed
away any sense of self. Still, the environment should have added some
fragrance to a vampire’s skin. Now he wished he’d paid better
attention to his pack alpha’s lectures on other creatures. Dallas
made a silent plea to make it out of there alive so he could swear to
his alpha to always listen when he spoke. If nothing else, it would
be worth the expression on Rolf’s face.
He tensed, waiting to see if he needed to
protect Laurence from the vampire.
A familiar touch stroking his head calmed
him as if Laurence knew Dallas needed reassurance. Even as he relaxed
beneath his master’s touch, Dallas mentally prodded the stranger to
Nothing to see here—I’m not the
werekin you’re looking for…
Maybe if he thought loud enough, the man
“I don’t suppose you’d be open to
lending him out?” the vampire asked.
Apparently his wishing-for-the-creature’s-absence technique still
needed some bugs worked out.
Dallas shivered slightly as the chill of
the unknown threatened to make him break his position. They’d never
discussed sharing him with others. He didn’t even know if they had
an exclusive arrangement. No words of love or devotion had crossed
either of their lips. Their relationship had worked well for the past
nine months without sappy words or emotional acknowledgements. Why
break something that worked?
However, if his master offered to give him
away for the night, Dallas would leave and never return. By tooth and
claw, Dallas had kept his position among his pack and proved his
value. Unfortunately, the human world had different standards…lesser
standards. Dallas would happily shred any sub who thought they could
kneel at his master’s side, but he wouldn’t be passed around like
“I don’t share my pet.” His master’s
firm answer flooded Dallas with relief.
“Shame,” the vampire continued. “He’s
such a pretty thing.”
An unfamiliar touch on his hair had him
freeze in place. It took all Dallas’s resolve not to recoil beneath
the vampire’s hand. Any non-pack contact other than his master’s
made his skin crawl. Dallas worried that he might have imprinted on
his human. He knew Rolf would have more than a few words to say when
he found out.
Sometimes it sucked to be torn between two
alphas and try to decide which he should obey—the alpha of his pack
or the alpha of his heart.
“Don’t touch him,” Laurence snapped,
his voice sharper than any whip.
“Sorry.” The other man didn’t sound
sorry at all, but after a moment, his feet moved away.
Dallas released his breath. He hadn’t
even realized he’d been holding it.
Laurence stroked a hand down Dallas’s
back, soothing his frayed nerves.
“Watch yourself with that one, Laurence.”
One of the other masters at the table spoke. “I don’t like how he
looked at your boy.”
“Agreed. Come, Dallas, let’s go home.”
Dallas waited until his master stood before
rising to his feet.
* * *
Laurence Campas watched with a critical eye
as Dallas stood. To him, no one in the club came close to the beauty
of his boy. Sweet, lovely Dallas might be submissive, but he held the
ability to crush Laurence’s heart in his delicate hands. They had
met when Dallas bumped into Laurence at a coffee shop downtown. After
one glance, Laurence had known he wanted to keep the gentle boy as
his own. Not once had he regretted that decision.
Because of the secrets he kept from Dallas,
Laurence knew eventually his sub would tire of Laurence’s need for
privacy and move on. Dallas wouldn’t be the first man who left him
over his failure to open up, but he would be the only one Laurence
Being a sorcerer and a witch judge had its
ups and downs. Although Laurence made a good living and enjoyed the
prestige of being a judge, when others didn’t agree with his
rulings, life could get tricky. He’d recently heard rumbles of a
particular coven not liking his decision against one of their minor
witches. However, when you started taunting zombies, there had to be
Laurence shrugged off his concerns and
concentrated on Dallas. After absently scanning Dallas for signs of
distress, Laurence led the way out of the club. He hadn’t expected
a vampire to wander into the place, and he definitely had not
expected the bastard to touch his boy. If Laurence hadn’t needed to
keep his abilities a secret, he would’ve smoked the asshole. The
best he could do was usher Dallas out of the area before the vampire
returned and possibly tried to bite him. Even if it took revealing
his magic, Laurence would protect his submissive.
As they headed to the car, he listened to
Dallas’s footsteps. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to
know Dallas trailed two steps behind him. After going to the club,
they always ended Saturday nights at Laurence’s condo. In all the
time they’d been together, Laurence had never even seen Dallas’s
home, much less been told where he lived. He’d tentatively asked a
few times, but Dallas had brushed off his questions in his polite
Either Dallas’s home embarrassed him or
he wasn’t comfortable enough yet to share that information.
Laurence didn’t like to push his shy lover, except in the bedroom,
so he didn’t hound him about his living conditions. A sudden
horrible thought had him whipping around to face Dallas.
“You’re not seeing anyone else, are
The sub’s wide eyes told the true story.
“No, Master, of course not.”
“Good. Good. I’m not, either. I don’t
want you dating anyone else while we’re together, understood?” He
should’ve made that clear months ago. Relief swept through him that
Dallas hadn’t taken advantage of Laurence’s stupid oversight. The
idea of his boy allowing another man to touch him made Laurence ill.
He absently rubbed his stomach as he waited for his sub’s reply. If
Dallas refused to be exclusive, Laurence didn’t know what he’d
“Yes, Master, I understand. I won’t see
anyone else.” Dallas’s sincerity rang in the air.
A weight Laurence didn’t know he’d been
carrying lifted off his heart while the airplanes playing chicken in
his stomach landed safely. Hell, he’d given life-changing sentences
with less stress than that short conversation. The degree of relief
surging through him at Dallas’s soft vow had him smiling like an
Dallas always took a cab to the club, then
home from Laurence’s townhouse so they could leave together.
Laurence wondered for the first time if his lover even owned a
vehicle. Why had he never asked before?
“Do you have a car?”
“No, Master.” Dallas tilted his head
and gave Laurence the inquiring puppy look Laurence found so
endearing. Now he felt like a selfish prick. His lover couldn’t
afford a car, and Laurence made him spend money he didn’t have on a
cab ride every Saturday. What an inconsiderate ass he’d turned
“Next week, I’ll pick you up from
home,” Laurence informed him.
“No! I mean, that isn’t necessary,”
Dallas finished smoothly, but Laurence had seen the panic flash in
the sub’s eyes and suspicion prickled his nerves.
At this rate, he would get an ulcer before
the night ended. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” He
made sure to use his Dom voice. That tone always instilled total
obedience from his beautiful lover.
“M-my family doesn’t approve of my
dating you.” Dallas stumbled over the words as if they were torn
from his soul.
Laurence wondered if Dallas’s family had
any idea of what he’d be willing to do to keep his sweet boy happy.
If they did, they’d think twice about making Dallas uncomfortable
over his choices. Laurence would make them disappear if necessary. No
one upset Dallas!
“Is it the gay thing, the master thing,
or the older man thing?” He wondered how much about their
relationship Dallas had shared.
* * *
Dallas stared at his master for a moment.
It was the not-a-wolf thing that had his pack up in arms about
Laurence. They just couldn’t understand why he’d submit to a
human. They also didn’t understand that some human men could
sometimes be alphas, too. To their way of thinking, dominance only
happened with strong wolves.
Sometimes, Dallas fantasized about a
meeting between his master and his alpha.
Generally, those fantasies turned into
“A little bit of everything,” he
conceded, though he wondered about his master’s sudden interest in
his life outside their relationship. They’d gotten along so well
without this unnatural interest. Laurence’s lack of curiosity was
one of his best features.
He received his lover’s warm smile and
relaxed his guard a little. Laurence rarely crossed the line into
intrusion, making it easy for Dallas to keep his lover away from the
pack house and avoiding him during full moons. He hoped Laurence
didn’t plan on changing any time soon.
The silence in the car had a companionable
feel as they pulled into Laurence’s garage. Dallas followed
Laurence up the steps to his front door. The little townhouse had one
of the most beautiful views in the city. Dallas enjoyed watching the
lights over the water while kneeling before the tall glass windows at
his master’s feet.
Once he’d crossed the threshold, Dallas
barely waited until the door had shut behind him to strip out of his
clothes, fold them, and set them on a chair provided by the entrance.
He refused to think about how many other subs might have done the
exact same thing in the past or in the future. His master’s sudden
questioning had Dallas on edge.
“You’re a beautiful man,” Laurence
commented in hushed tones.
Surprised at the praise, Dallas turned to
face his master. Although he knew Laurence appreciated his looks, he
rarely said anything.
“Thank you, Master,” Dallas replied,
trying to hide his surprise.
“Don’t be so shocked. I’ve spent all
week away from you. When I finally get you to myself, I need to get
you naked as soon as possible and claim you as mine. I don’t
generally take the time for compliments.”
Dallas wondered what had changed. “I
don’t need compliments,” he responded in a mild tone. Like the
typical pack omega, he only needed his master’s touch and the
knowledge that Laurence approved of Dallas’s behavior.
Laurence slid his fingers through Dallas’s
hair. “You might not need to hear compliments, but I sometimes need
to give them. I want you to know I find you attractive and that you
are the most stunning man I’ve ever seen.”
The last words were said in a soft,
worshipful tone Dallas had never heard before. Having grown up among
some of the most beautiful men on the planet, Dallas had never given
much thought to his appearance, other than to make sure he dressed
neatly when going to meet his Dom.
Maybe among humans he stood out, but among
wolves he was just another weak wolf who needed watching over. Hell,
he didn’t even have his college diploma yet. Until he finished his
education, Dallas wouldn’t be assigned a career, and right now he
still had to figure out what he wanted to be when he grew
up—something besides his master’s sub. Rolf had been quite clear
on the matter. Of course, the alpha also didn’t think Dallas’s
relationship with Laurence would last.
Laurence wrapped one hand around the back
of Dallas’s neck and splayed the other across his bare back,
enhancing their inches of contact. Without another word, he yanked
Dallas close. The feel of his master’s clothing against his bare
skin increased Dallas’s sensation of vulnerability. He let out a
soft sound of satisfaction. If he were a cat shifter, he would’ve
As Laurence leaned forward, Dallas tried to
push up on his toes to encourage the kiss. He needed the contact more
than anything. His wolf yearned for reassurance, to be claimed by his
“Easy, pet. You don’t get to be in
control,” Laurence murmured against Dallas’s lips.
Of course not.
Dallas eased back, settling on his heels,
not wanting his Dom to pull away in order to teach him a lesson.
Laurence had more than once used depriving him of kisses as a
punishment to keep Dallas under control. It was a particularly
effective way to put him back in line. Dallas would do almost
anything for the touch of his master’s lips.
Relaxing into Laurence’s embrace, Dallas
moaned over his reward as Laurence’s hard mouth took Dallas’s in
a rough, conquering move designed to remind Dallas who controlled
their encounters. He sighed against his lover’s lips.
A soft chuckle whispered across his skin.
“I’ve never met a man more comfortable with his submission,”
Laurence confessed. “You are like a dream to me.”
Dallas shrugged, uncomfortable with the
slant of the conversation. Unlike humans who had to find their own
level of submission or dominance, wolves were born knowing their
place in the pack. Before they left puberty, every wolf knew where
they’d fit in the hierarchy. Except for some adult posturing over
ranking, wolves never changed dominance levels. Being submissive was
one of the easiest things Dallas could do. Finding a person who could
be his match had proven more challenging.
“I only want to please you, Master,”
Dallas answered honestly. The expression on Laurence’s face told
him he’d said the right thing.
“You please me a great deal.” Laurence
kissed Dallas again. Waves of pleasure poured through him at his
master’s praise and touch. After a series of body-tingling kisses,
Dallas had to gasp for breath when his master finally freed him.
“How may I serve you?” Dallas asked,
flicking a look at Laurence through his lashes—an effective trick
that usually had his master ordering Dallas to suck him off.
Laurence shook his head at Dallas’s
obvious ploy. “Bedroom, now!” he ordered.
“Yes, s…Master.” Dallas bit back the
he’d almost said. Laurence hated it when Dallas called him sir. He
said it lessened their relationship for Dallas to use the same
honorific he’d used with other men.
Without bothering to see if Laurence
followed, Dallas headed for the bedroom. Cool entry tile changed to
soft carpet against the soles of his feet. Not long after they’d
met, Laurence had added the thick plush carpeting , and Dallas’s
knees were grateful for the change. Having knelt on many hard
surfaces in his short life, he had come to appreciate good flooring.
Dallas climbed up on the bed and turned
around to kneel at its foot, knees apart, left wrist clamped in his
right hand behind him, back straight. Laurence hated sloppy
Although it couldn’t have been more than
a minute or two, he let out a quiet sigh of relief when he heard
Laurence’s footsteps on the tile outside the room. A moment later,
the bedroom door he’d left open closed. Dallas kept his focus on
the floor, not daring to move.
“Do you know what I like best about
coming into the room and seeing you kneeling on my bed?” Laurence
“No, Master,” Dallas said.
“The look in your eyes when you see me.”
The Dom stepped into Dallas’s line of
vision, and whatever expression Dallas wore brought a smile to
Laurence’s severe face. Dallas let his gaze hungrily absorb his
He loved him.
Despite the secrets between them and the
short time they’d been together, Dallas’s wolf had known at first
sight that the hard Dom would always be a part of his heart. When
their relationship finally ended, Dallas would never recover from the
loss. His wolf half would mourn his mate for the rest of his life.
* * *
Laurence cupped Dallas’s cheek, he placed
a soft kiss on his lips. “Are you all right, pet?”
Dallas nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.
I went away for a bit.”
Usually Dallas had amazing focus. Laurence
hoped this wasn’t a sign of his boy’s waning interest. He needed
the sub far more than Dallas could possibly know. Sorcerers needed
grounding. Since he’d met Dallas, Laurence’s magic had smoothed
out and he rarely needed to take the medicine to mute his powers in
order to maintain control. If he lost Dallas, he knew he’d
completely lose the ability to keep his magic under wraps. The strong
forces within his fragile human form barely stayed contained at
times. It continually surprised him that his sweet, kind sub could
ground Laurence with only one meeting a week.
Something about Dallas tamed his wilder
nature. Without his beautiful sub, Laurence worried over what he
might become. No matter what the cost, he needed to keep Dallas.
With a final kiss, he stepped away from his
sub and began to strip. “Eyes on me,” he ordered. He couldn’t
stop the smile when Dallas’s cock rose at his command. The younger
man’s attraction to him couldn’t be faked. Dallas’s hot gaze
seemed to nearly burn his skin. Ignoring his sub for the moment took
far more willpower than it should have.
With slow methodical movements, Laurence
slipped the shirt buttons out of their holes, displaying patches of
skin like a sexy peepshow. With Dallas’s intense focus, Laurence
felt like the hottest stripper on the planet. With economical
movements, he removed the rest of his clothing, careful not to rush
despite the urge to throw his sub down and fuck him into next week.
Dallas might be a sweet sub, but the man
could take pain better than anyone Laurence had ever dominated
before. “What would you like tonight, Dallas?”
The sub tilted his head as if he didn’t
understand the question. “M-master?”
“Do you want the flog, the whip, or my
hands paddling your ass? What are you looking for?” Laurence opened
the armoire, revealing his assortment of toys. “Come pick out two
things you’d like.”
He waited with amusement as Dallas
cautiously crawled off the bed and approached the cabinet, warier
than a fidgety cat. He didn’t blame the man—some Doms might use
this as a test. Laurence was only curious. He knew Dallas detested
anything that blocked his vision and had gone into a true panic the
one time Laurence had used a blindfold. Not wanting to scare off his
lover, Laurence had put blindfolds on the never-to-be-used list.
Dallas’s fear had been so strong Laurence knew it wouldn’t work
for a sexy encounter and might lead to psychological trauma if used
He’d tossed all his blindfolds after that
As Dallas carefully reviewed his choices,
Laurence waited impatiently to see what his submissive would pick.
Dallas’s fingers slid across a flogger, traced one particularly
wicked whip, and caressed the bottom edge of a cane.
The third time Dallas traveled his fingers
around the cabinet, it occurred to Laurence that his submissive was
stalling. How curious.
Dallas had never tried to delay their lovemaking before.
“S-sorry, Master. I’m feeling nervous
tonight,” Dallas explained, his voice stumbling over his words.
Laurence walked up behind his sub, wrapped
his hands around Dallas’s arms, and pulled him close. He placed a
soft kiss on his sub’s neck. “What’s wrong?”
Dallas shrugged. “I’m worried I’ll
choose the wrong thing.”
Laurence turned his sub around. Dallas’s
top teeth gnawed his bottom lip anxiously, and his eyes glowed with
an uncertain light.
“There are no wrong answers, love. This
isn’t a test. I merely wanted to see what you wished to play with
for the night,” he assured his sub.
“Oh.” Tension flowed out of the slim
body like a balloon deflating. “Okay.”
Laurence spun Dallas back around. “Pick.”
Dallas quickly chose a soft flogger they’d
used a few times before. No cuffs, not even the soft ones, were even
glanced at. Dallas hated cuffs almost as much as the blindfold. Any
kind of confinement made Dallas uneasy.
“Why don’t you like the cuffs?”
Laurence asked. Although he didn’t like questions himself, it
occurred to Laurence that he knew as little about Dallas as his sub
knew about him.
Dallas froze, the hand holding the flogger
white-knuckled for an instant before relaxing again.
“I asked you a question.” Laurence used
his best commanding tone and waited to see what Dallas would do.
Dallas eyed the flogger. Normally, Laurence
would make Dallas meet his eyes while he answered, but instinct told
Laurence if he pushed too hard he’d lose his sub entirely. How had
they gone from a playful scene to this much tension? He almost wanted
to take the question back…almost.
“I was kidnapped as a child. They chained
me to the wall and blindfolded me,” Dallas confessed.
Laurence had been right when he thought his
young sub had been traumatized before. This was much worse than a
mere dislike of confinement. He carefully turned Dallas to face him,
tilting up Dallas’s chin with his fingers to see his expression.
Memories haunted his beautiful eyes. Twinges of guilt stabbed at
“I’ll never purposely use anything on
you that brings back your fear. How old were you?”
“Twelve,” Dallas whispered.
“Fuck, you were just a baby. What
Dallas’s face hardened into a feral mask
Laurence had never seen before. “I escaped. My guardian found me
and brought me home.”
“Is that who you live with now?”
Laurence asked. Curiosity about his lover’s life hit him. Why had
he never asked about it before? He knew he’d been frightened of
scaring off his skittish lover, but he should’ve at least asked
about his background. Dallas might show up every Saturday for their
habitual date, but his sub had never promised anything long-term.
Laurence planned to change that. He needed
Dallas every day.