Max & Adam – 6

It turned out that it was weeks before Max saw Adam again. Adam had texted him about picking up a big case and Max didn’t hear back for three weeks. Max didn’t worry though. He would’ve heard around the station if something had happened to Adam. Cops loved to gossip and news would’ve spread like an arson’s flame if one of the most popular detectives vanished.

Max resisted the urge to growl when one of the female cops started talking about Adam’s fine ass in a loud voice. Adam took great satisfaction in sending her an anonymous email about the department’s sexual harassment policy. She’d been quiet for the past week.

A quick gulp of water to wash down his suppression pills was all the time Max took on self-care. His latest investigation was to find where the money flow was coming from on a trafficking ring. Max froze when his last search came back with a familiar name.

Crandel Kane.

Crap. What was his cousin up to? An hour later Max’s stomach was spinning like an out-of balance clothes dryer and he barely kept his morning toast in his stomach.

“Something wrong, Max?” Julie asked.

He must be looking pretty bad if Julie commented. She usually had the attitude that if someone wanted to share they would’ve already told her. Julie didn’t pry.

“No. Not really. Just found some surprising information on a case.” More like vomit-inducing but he wouldn’t tell her family business. The only person he could inform was his uncle and he had to hope Uncle Barnie wasn’t involved. He had thought better of his family than to think they would do something this illegal much less morally repugnant.

“Oh okay. Let me know if I can help with anything.”

“I will.” He tried out a smile which must have been successful because she wandered back to her cubicle without any fuss.


If his idiot cousin exposed them he would borrow Adam’s gun and shoot him. Max clenched his hands into fists then took several deep breaths to pull back his anger. He couldn’t let his fury loose. The cost to replace everything he broke would be phenomenal.

Keeping in the shadows was more than a way of life it was a necessity. He slid his fingers along the phone receiver debating on his next move. Should he investigate more to be certain, or should he contact his uncle and find out the truth? He jerked his hand back. Better to find out more before he started waving accusations around. Not to mention he couldn’t exactly have this conversation at work. He’d have to do it on his own time where there weren’t an office full of people to eavesdrop. Maybe start by calling his dad. His father would be able to confirm any rumors and give him good advice about confronting their relatives. The hard part would be if he had to do a cover up. Shit. Working for the cops was turning out to be a big mistake. When he’d agreed to take this position for the family he had thought he could keep an hand on the pulse of the local law enforcement. Better to know if a hunt was coming than be surprised. In the two years he’d worked there not once had a hint of interest been shown about his people.

He hated to ruin a perfect record.

His phone rang pulling him away from his fixation on the computer. Ignoring his first impulse to hide from the phone call. Interrupting his search for the truth with work would slow down his investigation.

After the fourth ring Max gave in. “Hello.”

“Hey Max, I just got freed from the case I was working on and I wanted to know if you had time to have dinner with me. I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to talk to you before but I’d love the chance to make up.”

Max winced. “I’d love to but not today.”

“Sorry I know it’s last minute…”

Max interrupted him. “I swear, I’m not brushing you off but I really need to go see my dad.”

Silence filled the line. “At least you have a realistic excuse. Give me a call when you have some time. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

“Yeah tomorrow.” Now he just had to live past tonight when he told his dad about his cousin’s actions.

My Subby Valentine – 10


With shaking hands Kit pulled his phone out of his pocket. It took him a few tries but he was finally able to dial Mase’s number and he waited impatiently for him to answer.

“I take it you made it home safely,” Mase answered the phone, obviously watching his Caller ID.

“M-Mase. Someone’s been here.” He hated that he sounded like a scared little kid but there was something menacing about the message. He figured Mase would ask a lot of questions but the Dom only asked one.

“Where are you?”

Kit gave Mase his address as he snuggled Pixie close.

“I’ll be there soon. Stay inside,” Mase warned before hanging up.

Staring at the phone, Kit sighed. He doubted the Dom could solve all his problems. He didn’t feel safe in his home right now. If someone felt brave enough to walk up to his door and do this, it was a small step to breaking inside. Images of the scary man from the restaurant filled his head. If Philip thought it was in Kit’s best interests to stay away from Mase, what else would he do?

Kit didn’t know for certain it was Philip but he doubted there were tons of people trying to rehash old news and make an innocent man pay for an imagined crime.

Kit paced, drank some coffee, and petted his dog, but couldn’t settle in one place for more than a minute as he waited for Mase.

The doorbell rang, jerking him out of his musing.

His heart skipped a beat. His nails were never going to recover. Frozen in place, he listened to the doorbell again.

Pixie gave a bark and ran to the door, eager to protect her house from any intruder.

An impatient knock jerked him into action.

He almost tripped over Pixie on the way to the door. Scooping her up before she could escape, he held her with one hand and opened the door with the other.

Mase stood on his porch, a scowl crossing his face as he examined the spray painted message. “I’ll get him for this.”

“I thought it might be that Philip guy from the restaurant,” Kit hesitantly offered.

Mase nodded. “Yeah, it probably was. We need to report this to the police.”

“Is that really necessary? I mean, what will they do?”

“Have it on record. You have to establish a pattern to get him to stop. Of course, it would help if we could prove it was him.”

“Yeah, unfortunately I don’t have cameras mounted outside my door.”

Mase gave him a bittersweet smile. “I do.”

Kit didn’t have an answer to that.

“Get a suitcase packed. You can come and stay with me for a few days until we can get the Philip thing straightened out.”

Kit lifted up Pixie. “What about my dog?”

“Bring your dog too.” Mase rolled his eyes. “I can see the two of you are a matched pair.”

Kit gave Pixie a high five, paw to palm. “Do you hear that, girl? We’re going to visit with Mase.”

“If you start talking baby-talk to her, I’m having her kennelled.”


Mase bit the inside of his cheek to hold back a laugh as Kit gave him a completely horrified look. He’d never do that to such a little dog but teasing Kit took away some of his ire over the situation. He hadn’t planned on moving Kit in with him right away—hell, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready for that—but he couldn’t let the man be terrorised by Mase’s past either.

Running into Philip at the restaurant had been a bad stroke of luck. Now that he’d had time to think about it, he wondered why the man was even in town. As far as he knew, Philip still lived in Chicago.

Mase flipped open his phone and called Jon. After a short conversation with his friend and fellow Dom, Mase hung up. He knew Jon would find out who was behind this. Mase’s first priority was to keep Kit safe. He wasn’t going to lose another sub, especially not if he could stop it by personally watching over Kit.

Kit walked back into the room pulling a small rollaway with him, the little dog tucked under his arm.

“What’s the beast’s name?”

“Pixie.” Kit gave him a cautious smile. “You’re not allergic are you?”

Mase shook his head. “No.” Looking at the little collie he had to smile. “Cute little thing.”

“I found her at the pound. One of the dogs there had pups. She was the runt of the litter. They were going to have to put her down if they couldn’t find someone willing to adopt her.”

Mase did a quick scan of the apartment. Everything was neat and tidy. “Do you have any other creatures I need to worry about?”

Kit shook his head. “No, only Pixie.”

“Good.” He spotted the dog water and food bowls. After dumping the water out, he stacked them and set them on the table. “We’ll leave after we report this to the police.”

My Subby Valentine – 9


I had a lag in creativity. I’ll do an Adam and Max posting tomorrow but here is the one for today!


A twenty-minute drive later, he pulled up to his house. Kit didn’t have a lot of money but his parents had given him the house when they’d run off to retire in the Dominican Republic. He didn’t have a mortgage and the taxes were paid through a fund left to him by his grandfather when he’d died. Kit’s job as a graphic artist gave him enough money to have a little fun. It wasn’t a glamorous job but he enjoyed it.

Humming, he unlocked the door and quickly closed it before the tiny creature escaped. Yipping, the small puppy danced around Kit’s feet. Pouncing, it bit one of Kit’s shoelaces and shook it with a low growl.

“That’s right…teach my shoes who’s boss.”

Laughing he picked up the baby collie. “How are you doing, Pixie?”

The wiggly creature enthusiastically licked his chin.

“Oooh doggy germs,” he teased as he cradled her close to his chest.

Smiling he walked deeper into the apartment, dropping his keys in the dish on the table. He liked to keep his house neat and tidy. “What do you think, girl? If I pick up after myself and you don’t pee on the floor do you think Mase will keep us? God, I hope he’s not allergic to dogs.” He earned more chin licks.

“We’ll have to talk him into it,” he continued his discussion with the dog. “For a big bad Dom, he’s scared of keeping another sub. Maybe we should take it slow? Have a scene and leave right after so he doesn’t feel pressured. I mean, I didn’t go to all the trouble of losing that bet to let him get away now.”

It had taken careful manoeuvring and paying for a lot of liquor before he had been able to arrange the entire situation. His friends were predictable enough that he didn’t have any problem getting them to bet him to approach the most intimidating Dom in the club.

“So far it’s going according to plan but now is the tricky part.”

Pixie tilted her head in an enquiring look.

“We have to convince him he can keep me. Don’t worry—I won’t go without you,” he reassured his puppy.

After setting the dog on the floor, he grabbed and filled the dog’s food bowl before setting it back on the floor. He smiled as the dog rushed over to gobble down the food. He didn’t leave any out when he was gone because the little creature would eat herself sick. He filled her other bowl with water.

Kit nibbled his lip as he examined flaws in his plan. Nope…he didn’t see any. Although Mase had said the decision was his, Kit knew he needed a little nudge.

He reached for a coffee cup, intent on obtaining caffeine while he brainstormed.

Pixie’s ears perked up and she tore off towards the door.

“What do you hear?”

The little dog was unpredictable but she had good instincts. Yipping at the door, she then let out a low growl.

“More shoelaces attacking?” Kit teased even as he cautiously approached the door. He didn’t hear anyone and when he glanced through a gap in the curtains he didn’t see a car outside. However…his dog rarely barked, one of her more endearing features. He tried to look thoroughly around outside without appearing obvious. If there was someone out there, they didn’t belong.

He laughed nervously at his poor spy techniques.

“I don’t see anyone. Are you sure someone’s out there?” he asked the small dog.

Pixie tilted her head as if trying to formulate the right answer.

“You’re not a big help.”

Somehow talking to the dog didn’t make him feel better. A knot in his gut told him someone was indeed out there. Peeking through the peephole, he let out a sigh. No one in view.

Pixie stopped barking.

“Did you smell a squirrel?”

Curious, Kit picked up the dog and unlocked the door. Opening it slowly he held onto Pixie with a firm hand so she couldn’t escape. It would break his heart if his dog ran off and got hit by a car or something.

He opened the door wider and took a tiny step outside only to see the porch completely deserted.


His skin crawled as though he could feel eyes watching him. Clearing his throat, he closed the door.

Pixie let out a low growl.


Walking to the right of his little porch, Kit peeked around the corner of the house.

Pixie barked.

No one was there.

“Shh, girl. It’s nothing.”

He didn’t know what she smelt but the butterflies in his stomach were flapping like gale force winds. Unable to take the sudden unexplained fear, he spun on his heel and rushed back towards the door…

And stopped short. His stomach dropped to his feet. Painted in red in big bold letters was the word ‘Beware’.

“Oh crap.” Taped to the wall below the word was a printout with the headline—‘Killer Dom Acquitted’. Someone didn’t want Mase to be happy. When a quick glance around didn’t reveal the perpetrator, Kit slammed the door closed.

My Subby Valentine – 8


“Stay still,” he commanded.


“Sorry, what?”

“Sorry, Sir.” Kit’s white-knuckled grip tightened around the bars.

He slid the feathers from Kit’s stomach down the top of his thigh.


Kit complied. He opened his mouth and slid his pink tongue across his lips giving them an alluring shine and almost derailing Mase’s plans as he imagined sliding his cock inside Kit’s slick mouth.

Still smiling, Mase slipped the tickler beneath Kit’s balls, jerking a soft sound out of the sub.

“Doing all right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Kit’s voice was garbled and his body tensed from the feather’s gentle attack.

“You’re doing well. Just a little longer and I’ll give you a reward.”

With his uncertainty of the situation, Kit hadn’t been erect when they’d first started. Now his cock hardened and twitched beneath the feathery attention.

Mase kept up his tender assault for another few minutes until Kit’s toes curled from the sensation and his jaw tightened from clenching his teeth.

Pearls of pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock.

It would take little effort to make him come. Mase wrapped a hand around Kit’s cock and gave it a firm pump. “Come.”

With a cry, Kit gave it up—splashing across Mase’s fist, his hips leaving the mattress as he tried to get as much sensation as possible. When the sub finished, Mase grabbed some wipes from the drawer by the bed and cleaned up both his hand and Kit’s skin.

“You can let go now.”

Kit released the headboard, shook out his hands then reached for the blindfold.

“Did I say you could take that off?” Mase made sure his voice reflected his displeasure.

Kit snatched his hand back. “Sorry, Sir.”

Mase made a silent vow that one day Kit would call him Master.


Kit took a deep breath. Resting his hands by his sides, he waited for his next order. He felt boneless—as though Mase had melted his spine.

Tears pricked his eyes.

What if Mase was finished with him? What if there wasn’t a repeat performance in his future?

He let out a sigh as the Dom slid the blindfold off his face. Blinking to clear his eyes, he looked up at the older man.

“How do you feel?” Mase’s face showed nothing. A ball of fear formed in Kit’s stomach, derailing the relaxation he’d achieved a moment ago.

“Good.” He looked at the obvious outline of Mase’s cock. “Anything I can help you with?”

“No.” Mase gave him a look he couldn’t decipher. “Today was about building trust. Tomorrow is about my enjoyment.”


“If you want to continue to learn more about submission, be here tomorrow at six.”

Kit climbed off the bed feeling unsettled and embarrassed. “Have I done something wrong?”

Mase tossed the blindfold on the bed and cupped his face. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He pressed a hard kiss to Kit’s mouth. “You did everything right.”


“I’m tempted to keep you, but you need to go home and think about what you really want. You’re young and I don’t want to railroad you into something you’re not ready for. You need time.” Kit got another kiss, a hot pressing of lips to lips that had him whimpering and willing to agree to anything to get another one.

Mase pulled away but granted him a kind smile. “Get dressed, go home and come by tomorrow if you’re still interested.”

Nodding, Kit went to retrieve his clothes. As he quickly dressed, his mind raced a million miles a minute—so focused on what Mase thought of him, it took him a while to realize what was happening. Mase was afraid. Whispered rumors claimed that Mase’s lover hadn’t been able to handle their relationship. And Mase wasn’t going to rush Kit in case the same thing happened.

He turned to face the sexy Dom. “I’m not changing my mind.” One taste of Mase’s domination and he was ready to sign up for the full tour.

Mase cupped Kit’s cheek in a gentle touch. “We’ll see. Call me when you get home.”

Kit smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

He felt a warm glow in his heart over Mase’s concern. Unable to resist, Kit kissed Mase’s cheek before darting out the door. He’d convince the sexy Dom to take a chance on him.

The sparks between them could start a fire. Now, it was up to him to keep Mase interested.

Max & Adam – 5

“Good. Than would it be presumptuous to ask for a kiss?” Adam stepped closer and cupped Max’s cheek in his hand.

“It would be a crime not to.”

“Hmm, can’t have that with me being a cop and all.”


Before Max could change his mind or vanish like a dream, Adam claimed his lips. A soft moan tore through him. He had kissed many men in his life but this particular kiss wrapped him in a warmth he hadn’t expected. Sure, he knew he wanted Max but with one kiss he needed him.

Max’s grip tightened and Adam groaned before pulling away. “We can’t get too handsy we are still in public.”

“Hmm, I can see the headlines now. Detective arrested for indecent exposure.” Max’s grin had Adam smiling along.

“I had a good time tonight,” he confessed. Many times attraction didn’t lead to anything more. He couldn’t even count on the number of dates that started out promising only to fair after a short dinner due to lack of interest.

Conversation with Max had kept him captivated the entire time. Max had a way about him that Adam appreciated. The calm way he listened and how he offered his own stories without trying to one-up Adam or brag about his success.

“I’d like to take you out again some time,” Adam said trying not to sound too desperate.

“Does that mean this date is over?” Max asked.

“No. It just means I’d like a repeat.” Adam picked at the buttons on his coat. For some reason Max’s answer seemed pivotal to his Adam’s continued happiness.

“I’d like that.” Max took Adam’s arm and they continued their walk along the water. “I like the sound of the waves. One day I’ll win the lottery and buy myself a beach house.”

“Hmm, sounds like a solid financial plan.”

Max punched him lightly on the arm. “Don’t crush my dreams. It could happen.”

“That’s true. The odds are against it but it could happen.”

Max nodded as if Adam had just shared his wise opinion. “What are your long term goals? Going for captaincy?”

“No, God no. I like being a detective. What about you? You seem to be too skilled for your current position.”

Max shrugged. “I like the job, he politics not so much. I’d prefer it if they just left me alone with my computers but they want to make me take sides on who puts out the best report or helps bring in the most cases.”

“You do.” Adam replied without hesitation. He pushed at the sand, making little indents as he walked.

“I’m sure there are others who do better.”

“No. Trust me you’re the best. Why do you think I keep trying to put you on my cases?”

“I thought you just wanted to flirt with me.” A dimple appeared on Max’s left cheek that Adam hadn’t noticed before. He brushed his index finger across the mark.

“That might be part of it but you are really a good at your job and I appreciate your reports. You always find the details everyone else misses,” Adam insisted. He didn’t want Max to think he was only pandering to him. Max’s skills were one of the reasons he really liked the guy. He hated incompetence.

The clouds moved and a half moon glowed in the night sky.

“The moon is beautiful tonight,” Adam said enjoying the peaceful beach.

“She is always beautiful,” Max said, a strange tone to his voice.

“Are you a stargazer?” Adam asked. Max had seemed more of a down to earth person but how much could he really determine from a few conversations?

“In a way. I appreciate the celestial bodies and how they influence the environment,” Max grinned as if sharing a private joke.

“You are a strange one Max, good think I like strange.” Adam pressed a hard kiss against Max’s lips before starting to walk again.

My Subby Valentine – 7


Kit flashed Mase one of his sunlit smiles. “So sexy, are you ready to play now?”

A wide smile crossed Mase’s lips. “Don’t you mean ‘are you ready to play, Sir’?”

“You don’t have to call me Sir.” Kit winked at him.

Mase resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The man was adorable but definitely needed some discipline. He hid his amusement until Kit began to shift uneasily.

“Strip and stand at attention.”

Kit slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“Nice,” Mase said with approval. “Now the shoes.”

With only a few fumbles, Kit removed his dress shoes. Mase held back a chuckle when he saw the sub struggling with double knots.

Kit slid off his socks and tucked them into his shoes. He flashed Mase a come-hither smile before completely removing his shirt, pants and underwear. He folded them neatly and set them on the couch.

With his hands behind him and feet spread shoulder-width, Kit stood at attention like the perfect obedient sub.

Mase wondered, not for the first time, about Kit’s level of experience.

It had been a long time since Mase went through the motions of being a Dom with someone he could come to care for. Kit was his chance to be complete again. With Mase’s reputation, the chances of finding someone else were slim…well, someone who would want him for him and not because he was considered alluringly dangerous. Everyone wanted to try to tame the bad boy but rarely did they want to keep him. The only reason he’d been let into the club was because of his acquittal…and the large sum of money he’d donated. He’d learned long ago that money smoothed everything over.

The sad part was that Mase wasn’t even a murderer like everyone thought. He was only a regretful man—a man who had lost part of himself when his sub took his own life and people he thought cared for him pointed at Mase with accusing fingers.

Mase circled Kit as he gathered his thoughts and centred himself. “Are you willing to put yourself in my hands and obey my orders?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. What is your safe word for slow?”

“Umm, yellow for slow, bubble gum for stop.”

The sub appeared to have given the situation the careful attention it deserved. The calmness in Kit’s gaze reassured him. The younger man’s eagerness practically poured from him.

The tight ball of anxiety in Mase’s stomach unfurled. For the first time since he’d met Kit, he settled into his role as a Dom with old familiarity.

He could do this. He could make this sweet, beautiful sub his. Mentally, he backtracked and reminded himself it was only for the night, even as the thought of another man touching Kit made him grit his teeth. Some men wouldn’t be as gentle with a new sub as Mase.

He slid a hand from the top of Kit’s head to his lower back to soothe both of their nerves. The sub’s body trembled beneath his touch.

“I’ll be gentle. We won’t go too deeply into a scene. I’m not going to test your limits. We need to get to know each other better before you’ll trust me to do many of the things I want to do to you.” He didn’t want to scare Kit off. His mistake with his last sub had been that he’d rushed him too far, too fast. He wouldn’t make that error again. Kit would have nothing but happy memories to sustain him.

Kit swallowed. “I trust you,” he said in a shaky tone.

Mase shook his head. “You might say you do, but trust takes time. I know it took a lot of guts to meet with me. You’ll take things at the speed I set or you can go.” He made his tone firm even as his heart thundered in his chest. It would crush him if Kit went elsewhere but he couldn’t take the chance of losing a sub again. He just couldn’t.

“N-no. I will do what you say.”


He stood behind Kit, so the sub couldn’t see his wide smile.

“Follow me.”

Without another look at Kit, he walked past the naked sub and headed to his bedroom. He didn’t stop for Kit to look around. He’d give Kit the grand tour later when Mase wasn’t ready to jump his bones.

The short walk to the bedroom was enough to help calm Mase’s erection. Now he would concentrate on making the sub feel good. Giving Kit a touch of submission, enough to tempt him to more, was the goal of the night.

“Climb up on the bed, lay on your back and hold onto the bars. Don’t let go.”

Kit walked past, flashing him a curious glance, but didn’t make any complaints as he climbed up on the bed then rolled onto his back. Through his lashes, Kit watched Mase as he wrapped his fingers around the metal bars forming the iron rod headboard—a headboard Mase had bought for that very reason. Not to mention, handcuffs wrapped nicely around the frame. Mase didn’t plan to cuff Kit—not this time. For their first encounter, Kit wouldn’t have physical bondage. Less chance of Kit freaking if he decided submissiveness wasn’t for him.


Mase walked to the armoire bolted to the wall, opened the doors and looked over his selection. Dozens of whips, flogs, cuffs and other toys were lined in tidy rows on shelves, inside drawers and hanging on hooks from the large doors. He opened a drawer at the bottom and pulled out a leather blindfold.


Removing the blindfold and leaving the cabinet door open for Kit’s wide-eyed perusal, he headed back to the bed.

He held up the blindfold for Kit to see. Not giving him a chance to say yes or no, Mase wrapped it over the sub’s eyes. If Kit wanted to object, he’d have to use a safe word.

After the blindfold was secure, he returned to the cabinet and removed a black feather tickler.

“Keep your hands on the bars.”

“Yes, Sir.” The soft answer reassured Mase that Kit was still with him.

He made sure his steps were quiet as he approached the bed.

Smiling, he slid the feathers across Kit’s stomach. The sub jolted from the contact. With a blindfold covering Kit’s beautiful eyes, Mase didn’t have to keep the blank face of a serious Dom. He could let the joy filling him show.


The word whispered across his mind as he watched Kit twitch beneath the feathers.

My Subby Valentine – 6


Kit’s hands shook with a combination of excitement and nerves as he followed Mase’s car. He wanted everything to go perfectly. Mase’s sleek BMW stayed in view the entire time as he followed it up a long hill in his battered Honda. The road led up to a group of luxury homes built a few years ago. He remembered thinking when he’d watched them going up, they weren’t anything he’d be able to purchase in his lifetime.

A huge iron gate blocked the entrance to the community. Mase paused in front of it and must have activated the switch with a remote because the barrier smoothly slid aside. Kit drove as close to Mase’s car as he dared until he was through, not wanting to be caught in the gate as it closed to keep out the undesirables. Each house they passed looked bigger than the one before. Kit knew he was outclassed but damn—he’d never wanted a guy as much as he wanted Mase. He didn’t care about Mase’s reputation, not when he’d never been more certain that a man was innocent. He believed Mase when he said suicide had ended his lover’s life, even though he knew that didn’t mean others might not try to talk him out of a relationship with the sexy Dom.

A few blocks later they stopped outside a contemporary styled house positioned on a cul-de-sac by itself. No other house sat in the circle but a decorative stone fence surrounded the property on both sides. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected when he followed Mase home but if he’d given it any thought, he’d have imagined Mase living in a high rise, something made of glass and steel. It would be interesting to see how this home reflected the man Kit longed to know more about.

Kit pulled his car to a stop in front of the triple garage where Mase parked his car. Rubbing his sweaty hands on his pants, he gave himself a pep talk. “I can do this.” Kit might not be super experienced but he knew what he wanted and he wanted Mase—desperately.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his car door and shakily climbed out.

Mase was there before he could change his mind and run off.

“Come on in.” The warm smile he received banished any doubts he might have had about the gorgeous Dom. He needed to be here, to be with this man. Docilely, he let Mase lead him inside.

The inside of the house reflected the luxury of the exterior. Thick carpets splashed color against dark wood floors, rich leather furniture dominated large spaces and dark accent tables were scattered across the floor in an artfully designed way. The room had no soul. It looked as if it were a perfectly designed stage that showed nothing of the owner. But Kit wasn’t here to examine Mase’s soul.

He was here to play.

Mase’s intent stare sent tingles of desire up and down Kit’s spine. “It’s a nice place.”

The Dom shrugged. “It’s home. I had an interior decorator do the furnishings. I always thought I’d change it once I settled in but I haven’t changed anything yet.” He gave Kit a wry smile that thoroughly charmed him.

Kit looked around. “It could use a few personal touches but it is a good start.” He’d always thought about studying interior design but had veered into computer graphics instead. Still his sense of color and form had him often being recruited by his friends to help them with their places. More than one apartment had had a little help from Kit.

He gasped as Mase’s body pressed against him from behind. His entire back warmed from the body heat of the man behind him.

“I didn’t bring you here to critique my interior designer,” Mase growled.

“No? Wanna see my color swatches?”

Mase laughed. “That’s horrible.” He nipped Kit’s ear, sending shivers of need down his spine. “What’s your safe word?”

“Bubble gum.”

“Hmmm, so if you say you want to blow me, I shouldn’t consider it a safe word call?”

Kit broke into laughter. “I think you can assume I’ll always want to blow you.” His mouth watered at the thought of sucking Mase. Kit loved performing oral sex. He was a little fixated on it and damn if Mase wasn’t the source of his obsession.

“I thought we’d take things pretty tame tonight. Test and see if we’re compatible. I don’t want to push you out of your comfort zone on our first session.”

Kit almost objected, but then realised if he were trying to convince Mase he’d make a great sub, arguing wouldn’t be the best way to start. Reluctantly he agreed. “Whatever you want.”

He got a slap on the ass.

“Ow.” He turned to face Mase. “Why’d you do that?”

“You’ll call me sir when you’re in my house.”

“Okay, Sir. But you could’ve just said that.”

Mase gave him a wide smile that did weird things to his heart. “I could’ve but then I’d have missed your expression when I spanked you.”

Kit rubbed his ass. “You have a weird sense of humor.”

Mase raised one eyebrow. Kit corrected himself. “I meant you’re strange, Sir.”

Laughing, Mase pulled Kit into a tight hug. “You’re learning.”

Kit went onto his tiptoes and kissed the only bare bit of Mase’s neck within reach. “What did you want to start with, Sir?” Kit wiggled impatiently. He desperately wanted to be naked and filled with the hard rod rubbing against him. Unfortunately he had a feeling Mase would make him squirm before fucking him.

“I want you to get naked. All through dinner I was wondering what you had beneath those clothes.”