Benjamin Brody and Neason Blaecleah shared one special night together then went their separate ways, both afraid of what they wanted from the other and neither willing to put themselves out on a limb. But a fateful mistake changes all of that. When Neason is involved in a car accident, he's left without his sight.
Neason's anger and pain are out of control, and the only one that seems to be able to handle him is a man he never expected to see again. When Neason's brother delivers him from the hospital into Brody's hands, Neason's anger knows no bounds. But his curiosity and need for what Brody can give him is more powerful than his rage. Neason just doesn't know if he has the strength and courage to give up the control Brody seems to need from him, not when he doesn't know if Brody wants to keep him.
Neason Blaecleah could feel his brother-in-law, Asa, watching him closely as they stacked bales of hay in the barn. He knew he was moving stiffly, slowly. He couldn’t help it. He hurt. Every inch of his back and thighs ached with deep, throbbing pain.
He felt like he had been beat to crap, and in a way, he had. It had been a stupid move on his part, and he knew it when it happened. He just hadn’t been able to stop it. Sadly, he hadn’t been able to enjoy it either.
Neason knew there was something broken inside of him. The things he craved, the things he needed more than he needed air, no normal person should ever want them. And yet, he did, with every fiber of his being.
He got sick to his stomach every time he went searching for someone to dominate him. He got physically ill when it was over and he saw the results of his need in the deep red welts on his body.
He was a sick fuck and he knew it. He just prayed with every breath that no one else knew how messed up he was. Neason would be mortified if his folks, or even his brothers, ever discovered his obsession.
It was his worst nightmare and it seemed to be coming to life right before his eyes as Asa kept staring at him. Neason tried to ignore Asa and keep working, pressing his lips together when the pain became too strong.
He could still feel Asa’s eyes on him. It was a bit unnerving. Asa was a force to be reckoned with. He was a powerful man who knew what he wanted and went after it. He wanted Lachlan Blaecleah, Neason’s older brother.
Neason was happy for Lachlan, he really was. He hadn’t seen his brother happier than he had been since he met and married Asa. For that reason alone, Neason hadn’t tried to see if Asa could meet his unique needs. He would never poach on his brother’s lover.
If Asa had been single, however, Neason would have made a play for the man. It wasn’t so much that he was attracted to the man sexually but that he was attracted to his strength. Although, Asa was pretty hot.
Still, strength and power, those were the things that Neason was drawn to, and not just physical strength but a strong personality. He liked men that knew they were men and were not afraid to go after what they wanted.
Neason had yet to meet the man that either wasn’t taken like Asa or met his needs and didn’t think he was a complete freak. He’d met a lot of men that didn’t mind whipping the crap out of him. Hence, his current condition. But he’d never met one that could meet that need and that he was sexually attracted to and that wanted him just as much. Neason was beginning to wonder if such a man existed.
There was only one man that Neason had met that filled his dreams perfectly. He was dominant, powerful, and incredibly sexy. He met every need Neason had and a few he didn’t know he had. He just didn’t want Neason, not for the long term anyway.
One night of bliss and then the man slipped away in the night. Neason had woken to an empty bed and an even emptier heart. He was still trying to come to terms with the fact that the man of his dreams had left without even saying good-bye.
He supposed the absence of a note or even a phone call told him what he needed to know. Benjamin Brody didn’t want him for more than a one-night stand. As much as that made Neason’s heart ache, he understood it. He’d yet to find someone that wanted him for longer than a single night.
“Hey, Neason,” Asa called out as he walked over. He glanced quickly around then lowered his voice. “Are you okay, man?”
Neason plastered a smile on his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”
Asa’s forehead wrinkled as he frowned. “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I must have pulled a muscle or something.” Neason shrugged, then inhaled swiftly when the welts on his back pulled. “It’s nothing.”
“Well, it looks like something.”
“I’ll be fine, Asa. I just need to take a long soak in the tub after we get done here and get a good night’s sleep. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“If you say so.” Asa looked skeptical. “But I’m still going to worry.”
Neason continued to smile until Asa shook his head and turned away. Neason didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until Asa started stacking hay bales again. He leaned against the side of the barn for a moment to catch his breath.
He hated this shit, hiding who he was and what he wanted from his family. He wished he could be up-front with them. He wished he had someone he wanted to be up-front with. He wished a lot of things. None of them seemed possible.
Neason buried his depressing thoughts and pushed away from the wall. He grabbed the closest hay bale and lifted it into the air. Almost instantly, shards of pain ripped through his back. Neason cried out and dropped the hay bale, leaning over it as he tried to catch his breath.
“You’re not okay,” Asa said as he set his hay bale down and walked over.
Neason flinched when he felt Asa’s hand brush over his back. He knew the man was just trying to comfort him, but his hand moved right over one of the deeper welts on Neason’s back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Neason?” Asa snapped. “And don’t give me some shit about a pulled muscle.”
“You’re not fine, damn it. There’s blood seeping through your shirt.”
“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow till you beg me to let you come again.”
Neason heard the small sound of something tearing and knew Brody was sliding a condom onto his cock. That meant he was about to be impaled. His aching hole quivered in anticipation.
A long, drawn-out groan tore from Neason’s throat as the object in his ass was pulled out then replaced by the blunt head of Brody’s cock. Brody was definitely larger than whatever had been in his ass. Neason could feel a slight burn as his body stretched to accommodate the big man.
Brody didn’t start pounding into his ass like Neason expected. Instead, he moved slowly, agonizingly. He pulled out until just the head of his cock remained in Neason’s ass then slowly pushed back in until their bodies pressed together. Over and over again, Brody did this, never moving any faster than a small crawl, until Neason thought he was going to lose his mind.
“When we move in together, love, I’m going to put a hook in the ceiling of our bedroom so I can play with you while you’re standing up. I may even need to put hooks in the shower so I can tie you up and play with you until the water goes cold.” Brody chuckled. “We’ll need a really big water heater.”
“Yo–you’re really into this whole playing thing,” Neason panted.
“Are you complaining?”
“Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes!” Neason whimpered. His cock was so hard it hurt.
“Then roll over onto your back.” Brody’s words were accompanied by a small slap on Neason’s hip and the man pulling out of him, much to Neason’s disappointment.
Neason rolled over onto his back as best as he could. Luckily, or maybe by Brody’s plan, whatever connected his hands together seemed to turn with him. His hands were still secured together, but they moved with him as he rolled over onto his back and settled into the mattress.
“Lift your butt, love.”
Neason frowned in confusion but did as Brody ordered. A moment later he felt a wedge-shaped pillow being shoved under his hips, tilting his ass up into the air. Interesting. Neason knew he was going to have to ask Brody about his toys later. The man seemed to have one for every occasion.
“Almost ready, love,” Brody said. “Give me your left leg.”
Neason raised his left leg into the air. He felt something soft and wide wrap around high up on his thigh. There was another click, and Neason realized that his leg was now chained and hanging in the air.
“Right leg,” Brody directed.
Neason raised his right leg. It too was wrapped in something soft and wide and hooked up into the air just like his left leg. Whatever was attached to his legs was pushed apart, as were Neason’s thighs.
“There, that’s the picture I wanted.”
Neason jumped when Brody’s hands landed on his legs near his knees then slowly stroked down his thighs until they met at his groin. He couldn’t imagine how wanton he must have looked all displayed out on the bed, but Brody seemed to like it. Neason guessed that was all that mattered.
His head dug back into the mattress when Brody’s cock sank back into his ass. The pleasure was exquisite. If Brody needed to tie him up, so be it. Neason just wanted to lie there and enjoy everything that was being done to him. Besides, did he have any other choice? He was tied down. He could be as wanton as he wanted.
Neason’s eyes widened as sudden realization hit him like a truck. “Brody,” he whispered.
“You understand now, don’t you, love?” Brody’s voice was silky soft. “My need is to dominate you, to tie you up and do whatever I want to you. Your need is to be submissive, to be tied up and loved so you can just let everything go and just feel.”
Tears started to prickle the corner of Neason’s eyes as Brody began to move inside of him. He didn’t know if the feeling was so intense because he could just lie there and feel or if it came from the fact that someone finally understood him and accepted him.
Neason finally gave in to the feelings that had been plaguing him for so long. “Brody, please,” he pleaded. “I need.”
“Neason!” Brody shouted as he instantly started pounding into Neason. It was like Neason’s words had suddenly unleashed whatever Brody had been holding back. The man seemed driven to claim Neason, one delightful inch at a time.
Neason ached to reach out and touch Brody, but he knew part of the draw of being tied up was, well, being tied up. Maybe next time he would be allowed to touch. This time, he was just going to soak in every little touch, every soft caress, and every groan that fell from Brody’s lips.
Brody’s hand suddenly wrapped around Neason’s cock. He moved his hand, stroking Neason from tip to root with the same vigor that he fucked him with. Neason groaned. His eyes slid closed as he arched back into the mattress.
“No, love, open your eyes and look at me.”
Neason thought that was a strange request considering he couldn’t see anything but did as Brody asked anyway. He couldn’t think of anything he wouldn’t do if Brody asked. He opened his eyes and looked up to where he thought Brody’s face might be.
“So sexy,” Brody said as he traced the line of Neason’s cheek with his free hand. His hand tightened around Neason’s aching cock. “Are you going to come for me, love?”
“Yesss!” Neason hissed.