Dante knew Daniel was right for him the minute the gorgeous little man said his first curse word. He was everything Dante could ever want in a sub, sexy, spunky, and totally into the lifestyle Dante wanted with him. But some things are harder to get than others. When Dante gets called away on business he expects to be gone for a couple of weeks. He figures to claim Daniel when he comes home but two weeks quickly turn into six months.
When Dante finally returns, everything he’d been looking for in a mate is gone. Daniel’s been assaulted and beaten by a Dom out of control. His trust for anyone, including Dante, is gone. Dante could lose the man of his dreams forever
Determined to find the man he knows Daniel can be, Dante moves Daniel into his home and his life. But along with Daniel’s insecurities and lack of trust, Dante has to fight the Dom that assaulted Daniel in the first place and a host of other misunderstandings before he can prove to Daniel that what they have is worth fighting for.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.
The bouncer was new. He didn’t even blink when Dante walked past him and through the doors of Club Refectory. Inside the bar, however, nothing had changed. Everything looked the same as it had the last time Dante dropped by, over six months ago.
Mack still mixed drinks behind the bar. Couples crowded the dance floor, and the loud music made it hard to think. People still seemed to be having a grand old time.
Dante let a small smile slip over his lips as he made his way to the bar and sat one of the red vinyl stools. He waited until Mack stood close enough then called out an order for ginger ale on the rocks.
Mack started to make the drink when he suddenly froze, a glass of ice in one hand and a bottle of ginger ale in the other. He lifted his head and glanced over to look at Dante. His face paled slightly.
Dante frowned. He knew he hadn’t been into the club in awhile, but it hadn’t been so long that Mack had to look at him like he was a ghost.
“Mack?” Dante asked. “Is something wrong?”
“Geez, Dante, you can’t be in here.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You have to leave, man, before Joey sees you.”
Dante watched as Mack dumped his drink in the sink and walked away. Once he reached the other end of the bar, Mack looked back. The stiff set of his shoulders matched the anger on his face.
What the hell? Why wouldn’t Joey want to see him? Dante had been out of the country for nearly six months. While he and Joey weren’t the best of friends, they were still friends. At least, Dante thought they were.
Confused and just a bit miffed, Dante turned away from the bar and walked to the side of the room where the stairs led up to Logan’s office. He was determined to get to the bottom of this, one way or another. Hopefully, Logan would have some answers.
At the top of the stairs, Dante paused, knocking on the door instead of barging in as he wanted to. The last time he’d visited Logan’s office, Joey and Logan put on quite the show for him. He didn’t want to walk in on another one unannounced.
“Come in,” Logan called out. Dante smiled and opened the door, eager to greet his friend after his six month absence. He’d missed Logan, and even Joey. It felt good to be home again.
Logan’s head swung up. His face turned pasty white then a deep, burning red. Dante frowned. Why was everyone reacting like he’d kicked their dog or something? If the clenched fists were anything to go by, Logan looked ready to punch him out.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Logan snapped. He jumped to his feet and strode around his desk.
“I thought I came to see an old friend,” Dante replied. “Was I mistaken?”
“I think our friendship ended about the time you used Danny for an easy fuck then left him high and dry.”
“Daniel?” Logan asked. “What are you talking about? I never used Daniel.”
“Is that a fact? Then why in the hell haven’t you contacted him in six months, Dante?” Logan smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Too busy out sewing your wild oats?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Where have you been for the last six months?”
Dante stepped back. He looked away, unable to hold Logan’s intense stare. That was a question Dante couldn’t answer, not truthfully. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying to relieve their sudden tension. “I had business overseas to deal with.”
“Business?” Logan snapped. “You had business to deal with? And you couldn’t pick up a fucking phone and call Danny just once? What? You didn’t have time in your busy schedule to send a postcard, an e-mail? Something to let Danny know you hadn’t fucked him and forgot him?”
Dante quickly turned to look at Logan. What was the big deal? Sure, he and Daniel slept together, but Dante hadn’t done anything to hurt the other man. In fact, he’d promised to keep him. Dante couldn’t help he’d been called away right after, and he was back now, to claim what was his. So why all the anger?
“What concern is it of yours?” Dante asked. “What happens between Daniel and me is none of your concern.”
Logan snorted. “That’s what you think. As you’ve shown me what an upstanding guy you are, I’m asking you to stay away from Danny.”
“Stay away from Daniel?” Dante asked. “I came back for Daniel. Why in the bloody hell would I want to stay away from him?”
“Because I’m asking you to stay away from him.” Logan’s face tightened. He suddenly turned and walked back over to his chair and sat down. He looked sullen. “Danny’s been through enough because of you. If you care anything for him, then do as I ask.”
“I like ‘sir.’” He stepped around to stand in front of Daniel and rubbed his thumb along the line of Daniel’s plush lips. “I like the way it sounds on your lips, but I imagine master would sound even better.”
The softly whispered word went straight to Dante’s cock like a gentle caress. Dante barely suppressed a groan. It wouldn’t do for Daniel to know the power he held at this point. He’d know soon enough.
“Stand here at attention, Daniel,” Dante ordered then made his way over to investigate the contents of the dresser. The first drawer held lube and condoms. Dante grabbed both. The next drawer held many other more interesting items.
Dante chose a black silk mask and a small butt plug. He dismissed the paddle for now. He wanted their first time together to be more intimate, flesh against flesh. His hand ached to feel the rosy red curve of Daniel’s ass without anything between them.
Dante walked back over and sat on the edge of the bed. He laid his prizes down next to him and gestured for Daniel to lie across his lap. “We need to address your disrespectful behavior before we can continue.”
Daniel fairly vibrated as he quickly moved to lie across Dante’s lap. Eager boy! Dante held his smile until Daniel faced away from him. He’d have to make spankings a regular part of Daniel’s routine. Obviously, Dante couldn’t use them for punishment. Daniel liked it too much.
“Count out loud for me,” Dante said as he brought his hand down across Daniel’s rounded ass. “And don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”
“One what, Daniel?” Dante asked, pausing with his hand in the air.
“Very good, Daniel.”
Daniel wiggled just a bit when Dante’s hand came down again. By the fourth swat, his ass started looking a tad bit rosy. Dante massaged the red globes for a moment, enjoying the heat beneath his hand, before delivering another stinging swat.
“Seven, master!” Daniel’s voice trembled.
Dante hardened his heart and raised his hand to deliver another blow. He wasn’t using that much force—he didn’t want to hurt Daniel or bruise him—but he did want Daniel to remember his first spanking.
“Last one, Daniel.” Dante stroked his hand over Daniel’s ass again before delivering the last, well-placed swat to the rosy red cheeks.
Dante massaged Daniel’s glowing ass, his fingers digging deep into the reddened skin until Daniel squirmed. He could feel Daniel’s cock press against his legs. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please, master.”
“If I let you come now, can you get it up again? I want your cock hard while I’m in your ass.”
Daniel shuddered. “Yes, master.”
Dante squeezed some lube out onto his fingers then slid them between Daniel’s ass cheeks, stopping at the small circle of puckered flesh. He pressed his finger against the tight entrance, pushing in slowly.
“Then you may come, Daniel.”
Daniel trembled, rhythmically humping his hips.
Dante added a second finger, and Daniel groaned.
“Come for me, Daniel.”
Daniel’s entire body stiffened. He cried out. Dante felt warm cum soak into his slacks, reminding him he was still dressed while the man over his lap was not. He’d have to fix that.
“I do believe you’ve messed my pants, Daniel. I may have to punish you for that.” While Dante knew he’d ordered Daniel to come, he wanted to know what the man’s reaction would be to more punishment. Would he accept it or balk?
Dante grinned as he rubbed his hand over Daniel’s rosy red ass. Daniel sounded relaxed, melty. He was in a peaceful space. As much as Dante wanted him to enjoy that, he needed relief himself. He ached.
“Stand up,” he said as he patted Daniel’s ass. “I want you to undress me.”
Daniel jumped to his feet, waiting for Dante to stand. Dante smirked and stood. He watched Daniel unbutton his shirt and drape it carefully over the chair. His hands shook as he unbuttoned Dante’s slacks.
Daniel knelt on the floor and pulled Dante’s shoes and socks off, set them aside, then slowly—painfully slowly—he lowered Dante’s zipper.
“Finish it, Daniel.” Dante clenched his fists to keep from reaching out.
Daniel gripped the edges of Dante’s pants and silk boxers and pulled them down. Dante smirked when Daniel’s gaze zeroed in on the hard shaft jutting out from Dante’s groin. Daniel’s eyes grew wide, and he uttered a soft gasp.
“Can I—can I—” Daniel reached out, pausing a mere inch from Dante’s cock.
“You may.” Dante grinned. He knew what Daniel wanted, but he wasn’t expecting it to feel so good when the man’s warm, wet lips wrapped around his cock. Dante groaned, clutching Daniel’s hair as he experienced the best blow job he ever remembered receiving. This would have to become a regular part of his routine.
Between the suction power of Daniel’s mouth and the way his tongue stroked across Dante’s flesh, Dante was quickly close to losing it. Daniel was a marvel.
“On the bed, Daniel,” he ordered through clenched teeth. He needed to get his cock in Daniel’s ass before he lost what little bit of control he had left. When was the last time he’d felt this hot, this needy?
Daniel got on the bed and knelt on all fours, lifting his rosy ass. Dante’s handprints covered the soft globes, and the sight fueled the desire racing through his body at a breakneck speed.
Thankful Daniel had his head buried in his arms so he couldn’t see his shaking hands, Dante poured more lube on his fingers. It just wouldn’t do for a sub to find out his Dom was losing control.
Daniel groaned. Dante bit his lip. He thrust his fingers into the ass pushing back at him, stretching Daniel’s hole. Dante used his teeth to tear open the condom. He pulled his fingers from Daniel and rolled the condom down his aching cock, adding just a little more lube and spreading it over his shaft.
“Are you ready for me, poppet?”