Everything is going well for badass dom, Nash Mage, and his sweet sub, Paul, until Nash does a favor for Rio, the owner of Floggers' BDSM Club.
Expecting Paul to trust him implicitly, Nash's world falls apart when he finds his confused, innocent sub in the arms of his nemesis, Frank. Teetering on the edge of sanity and out of control, Nash is looking for revenge.
Nash Mage snuggled against Paul's back. To think a couple of months ago he would never have contemplated the idea of spooning a sub. He slipped his heavy shaft between Paul's legs and buried his face in the soft skin of the man's neck. He loved his sub's scent, especially after a night of hard sex. He kissed his neck and licked a path to his ear, suckled the ear lobe. God, he could not get enough of the taste of Paul—or of fucking his sweet, innocent sub until the man screamed out Nash's name in ecstasy.
Running his hand down Paul's arm, he reveled at the touch of his lover's smooth skin against his palm. He cupped Paul's small, muscular buttock and smiled. The sub's ass carried the marks of his whip. His lover's moans of delight still rang in his ears. Nash rolled away, took a condom from the bedside table, and slipped it on. He put on his stern dom face and rolled Paul onto his back. He pushed between the man's legs, and took a firm grasp of both his sub's nipple rings. "Wake up, slave."
"You're insatiable . . . master." Paul yawned and opened his eyes. "My ass is still tingling from our session at Floggers." His mouth curled up at the corners. "You hurt me real good."
"Lift your legs. I want to see your ass." Nash rolled back on his knees. Taking Paul's ankles, he pushed the man's legs up to chest. "Higher . . . yeah, like that . . . . there's a good boy. Now, that's a sweet sight. Hold onto your knees, I wanna lick that cute ass all over."
Nash gazed down at Paul's tight star, still glossy with lube. The sight of his sweet sub, legs up and helpless, in the swing at Floggers flashed into his mind. Fuck, all that prime ass just hanging there waiting for his attention. Oh yeah, that image would keep him hard for a fucking week. He bent to lick the deep, red lines covering his sub's smooth skin. His balls ached with the desperate desire to fill Paul. He pressed one last kiss on his sub's balls, then drew away. With a growl, he met Paul's smoldering gaze. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you, Nash . . . fuck me 'til I scream."
"I think you need some manners, slave." With one hard thrust of his hips, Nash sank to the balls inside Paul's slippery hole. He gazed into Paul's startled expression. "We're going back to Floggers tonight, so I can continue your education."
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Paul gasped. His ass exploded into ecstasy. The studs on Nash's cock grazed across his pleasure spot, making him cry out with the intensity. Hell, he craved Nash's touch. His master knew exactly what he needed and drove into him hard without mercy. The bond between them had grown into more than master and slave. Paul loved Nash with a passion that frightened him. The man was complicated; he lived on the edge and carried a history of broken trust. Paul moaned and gazed into Nash's midnight eyes. When his master fucked him, the delicious man turned into a mythical god. All tense muscle and golden skin, long, silken, black hair framing his handsome face . . . the passion in the man's eyes alone could bring Paul to climax. He could trust Nash with his body—why did he have trouble trusting him with his heart?
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Nash lowered Paul's legs and lay on his sub's damp body. In the last couple of minutes, Paul's demeanor had changed. Rocking his hips slowly, Nash bent to kiss his lover. Paul's passionate response melted his heart. The first buzz of lust that hit him the day they met in Floggers had moved up to a new level. For the first time in his life, he considered making this a permanent relationship—yeah—badass dom, Nash Mage, needed this man in his life—go figure. He wanted Paul to feel the same way about him, but he had his doubts. This had not been the first time he'd noticed Paul's sudden withdrawal during sex. Maybe Paul had tired of him and wanted to move on. The thought of anyone else touching his virgin made his blood boil. They needed to talk, but first, he would satisfy his lusty sub. Brushing a damp curl from Paul's cheek, he met his sub's gaze. "You okay . . . not too sore? I know I've been riding you all night."
"I can never have enough of you." Paul lifted his chin. "Ride me to hell, master."