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Sir stepped in perfectly before Jamie had to break the scene to give Ronny another reality check. “Only one who’s ever given him what he needsuntil now,” he said. Jamie could hear the simple confidence and the smile in his voice. And he was right. He didn’t need to throw his weight around, because he had the skill to back everything up.
Ronny made a dismissive sound. “You? A toddler in dom’s clothing? Giving a complex man like my boy what he needs? Right.”
“Ronny, this is getting embarrassing,” Kit said, exasperation in his voice that definitely wasn’t part of the mood. “Go find someone to play with and leave Jamie alone.”
Jamie winced a little at Kit’s use of his name, but it wasn’t the first time he’d used his full name in front of Sir, and since Sir didn’t react at all, he probably already knew it.
“What if I say no?” Ronny said, like the overgrown child he was. “What if I decide I want my boy back for the weekend?”
“He’s not yours,” Sir said, stating fact without being aggressive.
“I say when he’s done with me, not him,” Ronny growled.
And there it was. Ronny’s pride was wounded, and all because Jamie had left a relationship that was teetering on abusive. It would have turned full-on abusive in time if he hadn’t gotten out.
Sir surprised him by asking straight out, “Jamie, do you want to get back with this man?” proving he knew Jamie’s real name.
“No, Sir,” Jamie answered without hesitation. He glanced up at Sir with complete subservience—to stick it to Ronny as much as anything else—and said, “I want to stay with you.”
The shiver of excitement that went through him with those words was yet again more than Jamie expected. He wanted to get to know his brilliant Sir outside of the scene. He wanted to find out what had happened with Sir’s parents and if there was anything he, as a professional of sorts, could do to help. And he wanted to explore all the ways that their sexual chemistry could grow and blossom if they stopped being pseudo-anonymous and got to know each other for real.
Sir smiled at him, stroked his head in a way that made Jamie want to purr like the pet play people, then turned that smile on Ronny. “There you go,” he said with steady calm. “He’s done with you. Now he’s mine, at least for this weekend. And that’s pretty much all I have to say about it. Come on, boy.”
He tugged Jamie up by his harness, then led him away from the fuming Ronny and on to the next display.
“What a gigantic nob,” Sir muttered as they dodged around the people watching the demonstration about a new model of remote-control anal vibrators. “What on earth possessed you to be with a cock like that?”
It was an invitation to break character for a moment and have a real interaction. Jamie jumped at it.
“The enormous cock was part of it,” he answered quietly.
Sir burst into laughter, then shook his head. “It’s just so wrong that such a prick should have such a prick.”
It was Jamie’s turn to laugh, though he still tried to hold onto some semblance of submissiveness as he did. “He wasn’t always like that,” he said as they stepped around a blanket where two littles were playing with their daddies. “We’ve known each other since we were young. And…he’s right when he says there was a time when I needed and wanted him. I’ve been a bit of a fool to keep playing with him, but you know how it goes.”
Jamie wasn’t certain Sir was old enough or had experienced enough relationships to actually know, but he hummed as if he got it. “We all make mistakes.” He glanced to Jamie, and their eyes met for the first time in the conversation. “No worries. You’re with me now, and I know how to treat my boy right.”
Jamie’s heart gave a surprise flutter in his chest. He smiled warmly at Sir before slipping back into the scene. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” he said, though he couldn’t keep the cheeky grin from his face as he did.
“Ooh?” Sir perked up a bit. “What’s that I hear? Is that the sass that landed you in the St. Andrew’s Cross earlier? Do you want more punishment, boy?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie said, unable to stop himself from laughing as he did. He cleared his throat and lowered his head a little before repeating, “Yes, Sir,” in a far more submissive manner.
Sir laughed. It was the most beautiful sound. It was true and genuine, and it was proof that, despite Ronny’s interruption, the two of them actually were having fun.
“Come on, boy,” he said, his voice firm and commanding again as he grabbed Jamie’s harness and yanked him forward. “I want to watch the fisting demonstration that I see starting up in the corner over there. Maybe I’ll learn something I can put into use later.” He sent Jamie the wickedest grin.
Jamie shivered with a whole laundry list of emotions. He was so proud of his Sir and the way he’d deported himself with Ronny that it had him hard in his shorts. For someone so new, that kind of maturity and steel was exceptional. Sir was unbelievably sexy, too, and had him in a loop of lust that just kept getting stronger. He’d never been fisted, but if Sir wanted it, he’d gladly do it just to make him happy. He’d do just about anything if it pleased Sir.
And that, Jamie realized with a sudden quickening in his gut, was what he’d spent most of his adult life looking for. Sir was everything he’d ever wanted and more.
And they had two days before it would all be over.
EIGHT
When Aled had letKit talk him into signing up for The Brotherhood’s kink weekend, he hadn’t really known what to expect. Sex, definitely. It was weird to him how random, kinky sex with strangers didn’t seem like such a big deal when it was organized and you paid an entry fee for the privilege. He’d gone into it thinking the whole thing would be an interesting experience and a way for him to hone some of his dom skills.
He hadn’t expected Jamie at all.
