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“You see?” Jamie smiled. “You’ve provided for them, now it’s time to provide for yourself.”
Sir grinned at him. “Hang on. Are subs supposed to give this sort of advice to their doms?”
Jamie met his grin with a free smile of his own. Despite what he faced, Sir had a great deal of emotional maturity. Far more than most of the students Jamie usually dealt with. Then again, he was a few years older than the average university student. He supposed that maturity was what made Sir such a good dom.
“We’ll get back to the scene as soon as you’re ready,” he said. “I just wanted to take this time out to make certain you’re in the right headspace. You deserve that headspace,” he added.
The look of gratitude that Sir gave him was enough to have Jamie aching to be on his knees for the man again. It would be an honor to fulfill every one of Sir’s fantasies.
“I’m good,” Sir said, taking a deep breath. “I want this weekend. I need it. I…being a dom just feels right. I can’t explain it. It’s not about hurting people to get off, like some of my friends are convinced it is. It’s about caring for someone, about intimate, one-on-one sharing.”
Jamie laughed. “You don’t have to tell me that. And you’re an extraordinarily good dom.”
Sir’s look flashed to wickedness that took Jamie’s breath away and hinted the scene was on again. “If you think a little throat-fucking was good, then you should see how I am once I’ve got you restrained and red from flogging.”
That twisted little part of Jamie fluttered with excitement. “Yes, Sir,” he said, slipping off the chair and onto his knees in the grass in front of Sir. “Whatever you want, Sir. I’m here for you.”
He meant it more than he’d ever meant it. Because everything about Sir screamed that he needed Jamie completely.
SIX
Kit had never explainedto Aled that sometimes a sub could be the best guide and stabilizing influence a guy could have. Jamie made it so easy for him to be himself. It was such a simple thing, but considering Aled’s life, it was incredibly profound.
“This is a beautiful sight to see,” he said, cradling the side of Jamie’s face as he took a perfect kneeling pose in front of Aled’s chair. In an instant, Jamie had gone from being his calm in the storm to a sweet, asking boy. “I think we should have a little fun before tonight’s dungeon mixer.”
The very words “dungeon mixer” made him want to laugh.
And the fact that he wanted to laugh when he knew that Dawn and Jeremy were struggling back in London was a strange and beautiful thing. Something he didn’t think he’d ever be able to do. He owed it all to Jamie.
He leaned forward, kissing Jamie’s waiting lips, then stood. “Come,” he said, grabbing the front of Jamie’s harness and helping him to stand.
He tugged Jamie forward, but then let go of his harness, as it was just a little too dark, despite the lanterns lighting the gravel paths that led down to the cottages, for him to concentrate on keeping Jamie in check and on his footsteps. He trusted Jamie to follow him with his head down and his hands at his sides anyhow.
He trusted Jamie. What a wild thing to say so quickly when life had taught him not to trust anyone, even family. It could have just been the nature of the weekend and Jamie’s submission, but maybe there was something to be said for having an instant connection with someone. Or maybe that was the consensual part of safe, sane, and consensual. When two people were immediately open to such intimate things, it had to create a connection.
Aled’s cottage was in a quiet part of the woods, and as soon as he led Jamie inside and flicked on the lights, he felt like they could do anything. And anything was exactly what he wanted to do. He grabbed Jamie’s harness again and led him into the bathroom.
“So I guess my homework for this weekend is to let everything go, including my inhibitions and scruples,” he said, removing Jamie’s glasses, then positioning him against one of the walls, his feet wide apart and his hands supporting himself on the tiles as Aled leaned him forward.
“Yes, sir,” Jamie said. He spoke both as a sub and as the older friend who had given him spot-on advice up in the garden.
Aled loved that paradoxical blend of submission and advice. He thanked Jamie for his caring by kicking his feet a little wider to upset his balance, then reaching for the zipper of his leather shorts.
He unzipped the shorts all the way, even though it required an awkward reach through Jamie’s legs, then pushed the warm leather aside so Jamie’s arse was exposed and his cock and balls hung down. Jamie drew in a breath, then let it out as Aled stroked a hand down his back, avoiding the straps of his harness.
Perfect connection, and all it had taken was a touch and a short conversation that had felt a little like spilling part of his soul all over the place.
“Good boy,” he said, then headed out of the bathroom. “You just stand there and think about all the naughty ways I’m about to use your body while I prep some things.
One of the lessons Kit had taught him that Aled had taken in immediately was that anticipation was as good as a sharp smack with a cane to get a sub in the mood. Jamie would have no idea what he had planned—and really, Aled wasn’t sure what he had planned yet either, except that he really wanted to fuck Jamie—but his imagination would run wild while he figured it out.
The first thing he did when he stepped into the bedroom was to strip out of his clothes. He had felt woefully underdressed during supper, but he wouldn’t make that mistake again. Part of him thought all the leather and harnesses and things that were so popular in the kink scene were a bit silly, but he couldn’t deny that they got one in the mood.
He pulled a pair of leather trousers out of the wardrobe, where he’d hung them earlier, and a mesh shirt that kept him from getting too hot and still allowed a sub to suck his nipples if he wanted without him having to walk around shirtless. Before he put any of that on, though, he walked back into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
It was not lost on him that Jamie sucked in a breath as he stole a look at Aled naked. Aled grinned. He knew what he looked like. He’d worked hard to get that body, and having someone like Jamie have an obvious reaction to it was all the gratification he needed. Especially when Jamie’s half-hard cock twitched as it filled even more.
“Good boy for not moving,” Aled said as he stepped in the shower to quickly clean up.
