Rafeal Connell is a very serious Dom, and he wanted Denny the moment he spotted the sexy little man dancing at Dante’s Dungeon. Rafe is used to getting what and who he wants. When Danny refuses, it sends Rafe into a whirlwind of arousal and confusion, especially since he knows the little submissive is interested.
Denny has desired Rafe since the moment he spotted the handsome Dom. He’s trained, planned, and did everything he could to get the man interested. And according to Rafe’s friends, that means playing hard to get, not an easy task when all Denny can think about is claiming his Dom.
But there’s someone else that has been watching Denny and he’s determined to have the submissive at any costs.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.
“Fuck me raw!”
“Stunning, isn’t he, Rafe?”
“Breathtaking,” Rafael Connell whispered in awe as he watched the sexiest man he had ever laid eyes on dance his way across the top of the bar counter. His hips undulated, moving to and fro, as he swayed to the beat of the music like the tempo was created just for him.
The tight, black leather pants hugged his ass but hung low on his hips, giving the audience a glimpse of the man’s tight abdomen. The low lights of the club did nothing to hide the rippled muscles on display, nor the matching silver rings in his pierced nipples.
The man wore no jewelry other than the nipple rings, no collar of ownership. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. His only accessories seemed to be a pair of black leather boots, a Celtic sun tattoo encircling his belly button, and a long braid of sandy-blond hair.
“Who the hell is he?” Rafe asked. He realized he had been gone from the club for several weeks, but it hadn’t been that long. Could this man have suddenly appeared while he was off on a business trip?
Michael shrugged. “We call him D, but that is only because he won’t give anyone his real name. He showed up here about two weeks after you left for Hong Kong. He’s been coming in every Saturday since.”
“Yeah, just about.” Michael chuckled. “He sets the place on fire every damn weekend. It’s quite the sight to see.”
Rafe took a few steps closer. He had to get a better look. This man was glorious. Rafe could tell D was a submissive. His true nature showed in the way he moved, the way he lost himself to the music. Rafe bet he would lose himself the same way under the hands of his master, and Rafe wanted to be that master.
“Uh, Rafe?” Michael called out as Rafe took another step closer, his gaze riveted on the show just feet from where he stood. “He doesn’t go home with anyone, ever.”
Rafe glanced over his shoulder, smiling confidently. “He’ll go home with me.”
Michael looked doubtful. Rafe didn’t share his uncertainty. He’d been dominating other men as long as he’d known what to do with his dick. If this man’s whole demeanor wasn’t screaming master me, Rafe would eat his hat.
If he had a hat.
The music ended just as Rafe reached the edge of the dance floor. The man moved to the edge of the bar and made ready to jump down. Rafe quickly stepped in to play, holding his hand out to help the gorgeous man to the floor.
A perfectly manicured eyebrow arched, and then D took Rafe’s hand, jumping down from the bar to land next to him. A slow, sensuous grin began to play across D’s lips as he looked Rafe up and down.
“My knight in shining armor,” D drawled, not letting go of Rafe’s hand.
Rafe smirked. “Would you be the damsel in distress then?”
“Hardly.” The man chuckled. Rafe was surprised how much the soft laughter filled up the space around them, giving off an air of raw lust to anyone lucky enough to hear it. The sound sent a shiver of anticipation up Rafe’s spine. “I’m much better equipped than any damsel.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” Rafe asked, and then grinned. “Or a car?”
D chuckled again, withdrawing his hand. “While I appreciate the thought, I’m afraid I have to say no.” His head tilted to one side, a lock of sandy-blond hair falling over his cheek. “I already have a car.”
“Then how about that drink?”
“I have one of those, too.” D signaled the bartender, who brought him a fresh, still-sealed bottle of water. D nodded to the bartender, unscrewed the lid, breaking the seal, and then took a long drink.
Rafe groaned as he watched D’s throat muscles move as he swallowed. Oh, he was perfect. Rafe just bet D could suck cock and swallow with the best of them. He couldn’t wait to find out.
“So what can I get you then?”
“Who says I need anything?” D asked as he lowered the bottle from his lips and eyed Rafe.
“Are you saying I don’t have anything you might be interested in?” Rafe asked as he stood back and let the man look his fill.
And look he did.
Rafe felt D’s soft, grass-green eyes move over every inch of his body, down to his toes, then slowly, slowly back up. Rafe’s cock began to harden by the time the man’s eyes reached his knees. At his groin, he was marble hard. By the time the D’s gaze reached his chest, Rafe was afraid he’d come in his pants like an untried teenager.
The sexual tension arcing between them could have set the room on fire. Rafe was positive D felt it. His tanned skin was just a little too flushed. His eyes held a special sparkle that only a man very interested could have. And the impressive bulge in his pants screamed his need, a need Rafe desperately wanted to fill.
D smirked. “Oh, you have plenty I’d be interested in.” He set his bottled water down on the countertop, reached for his shirt, and pulled it on. “Unfortunately, I think you’d end up breaking my heart, and I’m not sure you’re that sexy.” The man’s eyes made another quick perusal of Rafe’s body, and his head cocked to one side. “Of course, I could be wrong.”
Rafe’s mouth dropped open as shock rocketed through him. The submissive of his dreams was turning and walking away. He couldn’t believe it. Subs never left him. He did the leaving. He watched D as he worked his way through the crowd then out the door.
“Struck out, did you?”
Rafe turned to glare at Michael.
Michael chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, man, but I warned you. D doesn’t go home with anyone.”
“Who is he?”
“Do you like that, angel?”
Rafe closed his eyes for a moment, Denny’s soft plea washing over him like a tidal wave. He knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere close to teaching Denny what he liked tonight. The need to fuck the man overwhelmed him. Rafe had to keep reminding himself that wasn’t part of the deal.
Denny whimpered when he stepped away and grinned. “I told you I like to watch, angel. Do you?” Rafe smirked at the small whimper that fell from Denny’s lips. It sounded like need… a need Rafe had every intention of filling. “No, I think I’ll keep you blindfolded. Maybe I will keep you blindfolded for the entire week, let you wonder what I am going to do to you next. Does that idea excite you, angel?”
He kicked his shoes to one side then reached for the buttons on his pants and undid them. He pushed his pants down his legs. Rafe watched Denny as folded his slacks and set them on top of his shoes. He moved closer to Denny and trailed his hand over the man’s abdomen as he stepped around him.
“I’m just as naked as you are now, angel,” Rafe whispered into Denny’s hair as he stepped up behind the man and pushed his hard cock against Denny’s backside. “Can you feel how much I want you?”
Rafe grabbed his cock and dragged it down the crease of Denny’s ass before stepping back. Despite Denny’s insistence that there be no penetration, the man was practically begging for it, pushing back against Rafe, his entire body shuddering.
“Does your rule about no penetration mean everything, or am I allowed to play with you a bit?”
Denny whimpered. “Everything, sir.”
Rafe was disappointed, but he had never broken the rules of a contract, and he wasn’t about to start now. However, the rules said nothing about playing with Denny’s cock. Rafe grinned as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft. Denny whimpered and thrust against his hand.
“Do I need to tie you down to keep you still, angel?” Rafe’s eyebrows shot up when he felt Denny shudder against him. “I think you like that idea, don’t you, angel?”
As much as he wanted to be balls-deep inside Denny in the next few seconds, the thought of having Denny bound while he fucked his mouth sent Rafe into a frenzy of need. Both ideas drove Rafe out of his mind, especially when Denny groaned and thrust against him. The man was begging to be fucked, and Rafe was dying to give him what he wanted. It nearly killed him not to be able to do exactly that.
Denny needed to know right from the beginning who was the Dom and who was the sub. Rafe dropped his fingers from around Denny’s cock and walked across the room to the remote.
“Hold on, angel.” Rafe hit the remote and watched Denny lower to the floor, his arms still held high by the hook in the ceiling. By the time Rafe hit the stop button with one hand, he had the other one wrapped around his cock to keep himself from coming before he could fuck Denny.
The sight of his angel bound with his hands in the air and kneeling on the floor was nearly too much for him. It would be too much for any man. Just another picture Rafe needed taken of the man. He decided he was buying a camera first thing in the morning. Right now, Rafe had a sub that needed his undivided attention.
Rafe walked back over to Denny and stood between the man’s spread thighs. He grabbed his cock and nudged the head against Denny’s lips until the man opened up and took him in.
Rafe liked having his hands free. As soon as Denny took him in, Rafe reached up and grabbed the chains holding Denny’s hands above his head. He watched as his cock slowly breached the man’s lips. Inch by slow inch, Rafe pushed in, until he felt his balls press up against Denny’s chin.
“You are so fucking good at this, angel.” Rafe sucked in a hissing breath as he took a moment to savor the feeling of Denny sucking his cock. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt anything so good in his life, and he’d been with a lot of subs.
Rafe watched again as he pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside Denny’s mouth. It was almost as fascinating to watch as it was to feel. Rafe pushed back in slowly, not wanting things to be over too soon, not this time, this first time. He imagined he’d be fucking Denny’s mouth many times over the next week, but there was only one first time with a new sub.
“Fuck, angel,” Rafe groaned.