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“Don’t you care about what I want?” Ronny asked with a scowl.
“Not everything is about you,” Jamie replied.
“Come off it,” Ronny scoffed. “You only signed up for this weekend because you knew I’d be here. You’re hungry to play. You haven’t been to any of the clubs or private munches in London all summer.”
It worried Jamie a little that Ronny knew that. Part of him worried that Ronny was keeping an eye on him. Then again, the kink scene was relatively small, particularly the gay kink scene. Even in London. It wasn’t too much of a stretch for Ronny to know he’d been too busy during the past summer to attend any parties or functions.
All the same, Jamie sighed and rubbed his eyes behind his glasses. “I’m not here to play with you, Ronny,” he said, being as straightforward as he could be. “I’m finished with you. I’m not coming back. So please move on and find someone else to play with.”
For a few, harrowing moments, Jamie wasn’t certain whether that would be enough to send Ronny on his way.
He was saved from having to make a scene or talk to the organizers when Kit walked into the parlor, a gorgeous young man with him.
Two things happened simultaneously.
On the one hand, a wave of relief washed through Jamie, now that Kit was there. Kit knew the entire history between him and Ronny, and he thought that Ronny was as big a nob as Jamie did. Better still, Kit was every inch the dom Ronny was, but he was also a good man with a strong sense of justice.
The second Kit saw the confrontational stance between Jamie and Ronny, his eyes widened and he stood straighter. The energy that rippled from him was enough to send every sub in a ten kilometer radius to their knees.
Jamie would have laughed at everything that was in store for Ronny, but he was far too distracted for that.
Because the second thing that happened was that his radar for doms started to ping all over the place the second he saw the young man Kit had with him.
Everything about Kit’s young friend ticked Jamie’s boxes. He was tall and well-built. He had the sort of muscles that came naturally from hard work rather than from a gym. He had golden-blond hair as well and eyes that were blue-green and reminded Jamie of the sea. The young man dripped with masculinity and dominance, and Jamie’s cock definitely stood up and took notice.
Suddenly, it didn’t matter how much of an arse Ronny was being or what sort of awkwardness the encounter caused. Kit would deal with it. All Jamie wanted to do was drop to his knees and give himself over to this new dom for the weekend. He deserved the sort of experience that he could feel instinctively this golden-haired Adonis could give him, and he was ready to do whatever it took to have it.
TWO
It waslike something out of a dream. Aled had arrived early at Hadnall Heath, partially because the traffic up from London hadn’t been nearly as bad as he’d thought it would be and partially because he’d been so excited about his first ever “sleep-away kink camp” that he’d rushed to Shropshire.
So far, Hadnall Heath hadn’t disappointed. It was picturesque and secluded, with beautiful vistas as far as the eye could see. There was a pond that he could easily see nubile young men of yesteryear swimming in and getting into trouble, woods that were perfect for clandestine wandering, and gardens that were gorgeous and well-tended for more socially acceptable pursuits. He was looking forward to seeing all of it.
He’d checked into his cottage right away so he could leave his things there and explore the estate more. When he did, he’d been tickled to find that not only was his cottage equipped with a kitchenette, full bath, and sizeable bed, it also came with a wide selection of ropes in various materials, a complementary flogger, and a neat, leather case containing a variety of butt plugs and nipple clamps. There were lube and condoms on the bedside table as well, and the bed itself contained a variety of eyelets and rings where ropes or restraints could be attached.
Aled had gotten a bad case of the giggles when he saw it all. This definitely wasn’t the meditation retreat he’d told his younger sister and brother he was going on to decompress a little before term started.
He was ready for it, though. He’d come to BDSM completely by accident. After his parents’ deaths, he and his siblings had been through the wringer as far as trauma went. He’d been the one to take the parental role and to hold his brother and sister together under the most trying of circumstances, and they’d all been to a hell of a lot of therapy.
But when he’d confided in his mum’s friend Kit with all his feelings and how inadequate simple therapy had been to cope with it all, Kit had subtly suggested that he might give domming a try.
He’d taken to it like a fish to water. Everything about it felt right to Aled in so many ways. The control made him feel secure with himself. Giving his partners what they needed—even though those needs were unusual and might make some people recoil—felt good. It satisfied something deep and dark within him that needed to feel more and that wanted to see a reaction to his needs in other people. And he liked sex.
In short, everything Kit had taught him and was still teaching him was as freeing as the fresh air and sunshine of the countryside he walked through as he made his way up from his cottage to the main house of Hadnall Heath. He didn’t even feel guilty for his kinks anymore, which had been an issue at first, especially after he’d accidentally drawn blood during his first play.
Blood was a hard limit for him. Very hard. It reminded him a little too much of the things he’d seen when he’d been the first one home from school on that horrible day.
Aled shook those memories away and picked up his pace as he strolled through the gardens, admiring the late-summer blooms. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tipped his head up to the sun. It was alright now. Everything was okay. The storm had passed, and he and his siblings had moved on with their lives, sadder but so much wiser.
A few other weekend participants were already there, enjoying the garden and each other. Kit had warned him that a lot of the guys who would be participating in the weekend knew each other already and were regular play partners. That definitely seemed to be true, especially when he spotted one couple who were already dressed in fetishwear. The dom was all in leather, and the sub was almost naked, with nothing on but a harness, a pair of leather puppy ears, and a plug that gave him a tail.
Aled tried not to laugh. It wasn’t that he found the couple funny. He didn’t kink-shame at all. Whatever floated their boat was fine by him. It was just so…different to be in a place where everyone was kinky and no one cared.
He was about to head back into the house to see if Kit had arrived yet when his mobile rang in his pocket. The buzz gave him a jolt, like someone had caught him doing something naughty. He shook his head at his own ridiculousness as he pulled his phone from his pocket.
His grin turned tense when he saw his sister Dawn’s name on the screen. All of his feelings of care and responsibility leapt to the surface, and he took a deep breath before answering the phone.
“Hey, Dawn,” he said in as cheery a voice as he could manage, stepping away from the other men who were enjoying the afternoon. “Is everything alright?”
