“Come here.”
I did as I was told, scurrying off the bed and kneeling in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out, then he handed me a condom with a sheepish grin. “You can have as much of this kind of chocolate as you want without gaining an ounce.”
With fingers that were clumsy with excitement, I spread the dark sheath over his manhood, then I took him into my mouth. The chocolate flavor was delicious and I delighted in the sounds that came from Caine as I worked my magic. His fingers gathered large chunks of my hair, and when his pleasure built so much that he couldn’t hold his hips still any longer, he pumped his hips, taking over the rhythm. He was careful not to pull too hard and thrust too deep, but his cock was large and I struggled just a bit to keep up. My heart soared when I remembered the line I’d written to him a few weeks back, expressing that I liked things a little rough, especially if it left me clamoring to do my best to pleasure him. Lost in his passion, he was still taking great care to give me the experience I wanted.
I fell even deeper in love with him in that instant.
I remembered that he’d shared a similar desire that he’d kept secret from prior lovers. Lube still clung to my skin, and I quickly slid my finger against my skin, coating it with the clear liquid. Curling my fingers around his ass cheeks, I gently pulled them apart, then I slid one finger over his hole, teasing him, his erection still filling my mouth. When he moaned, I knew I was on the right track. Feeling bold, I inserted a single finger, moving it around until I found the sweet spot and Caine shuddered an instant before he lost control.
His release was so powerful I could feel it through the thin latex. I held onto him, determined to ride it out until he was completely spent even when I wasn’t sure I could hold on any longer.
When his hips quieted and his breathing returned to normal, I opened my mouth and released his now softening shaft.
“Perfection,” he huffed, still out of breath. He cleaned himself up, then zipped his pants and took my hand to help me up. “Come on, let’s go eat.”
Fingers intertwined with mine, he led me back to the dining room completely naked, cock rock hard and plug still harnessed so it stayed inside me. I was hyperaware of my nudity every time we passed a window, though I knew no one could see me. The humiliation factor was still there, and I hoped that Caine would keep me naked the entire week.
It was almost as if he could read my mind. “When you’re in this house, you will be nude,” he said, his tone neutral. “You’re to leave your clothes on the porch.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll remove the toy when we’re through with dinner and you’ve cleaned the kitchen.” He smiled. “I might even take you while you wash the dishes.” My nipples hardened and my cock jumped. Caine smiled. “You’re so obedient. This week is going to be fun.”
There was one seat with a chair cushion on it, and when I sat down on it, I was grateful that Caine had thought to include it. Even with the extra padding, my ass felt stretched to capacity, and the warming lube was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Getting a little hot?” he teased.
“Yes.”
“You look happy,” he mused as I sat so he could see my entire body. “I’m glad we decided to air all our wants.”
“I’m very happy,” I said, then amended. “Couldn’t be happier.”
“It’s funny you should say that, because I have a gift for you.”
The box was tiny, almost identical to the blue boxed Caine favored. When I opened it, there was a single key in the bottom. “What is this?”
“My office has a separate room I never use. It isn’t even furnished. That’s your key.”
“I have an office at home.” I was confused.
“That’s the other part of this. I want you to move in with me. You wanted a twenty-four seven D/s relationship, but I can’t keep you naked and well-loved when you’re so far away.” He gathered my hands in his and looked into my eyes. “Shelton Greene, will you move in with me and be mine?”
I closed my eyes, the moment overwhelmingly perfect. The key to the office with a huge desk I would undoubtedly be bent roughly over a time or two, the house that afforded us privacy my apartment didn’t, and the growing fire inside me that was pure, delicious torture I hoped would last long after he took it out. This was the relationship I’d been longing for, and Caine was pledging to feed my desire until my cup ran over.
It was more than I had ever thought possible.
“Yes,” I finally said. “Yes, Caine. I want nothing more than to be yours.”
He kissed me then and I knew that we’d both found our truest happiness. I’d learned that I had to speak up and chase happiness and Caine had learned that the only way to succeed is to be true to who he was. We were a perfect team, and this moment was the start of our own personal Happily Ever After.
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Seb
“Thank you again to all of our eligible men for taking part in this year’s charity bachelor auction. Now that we’ve sold the last of you off to the highest bidder, it’s time for you all to meet your temporary masters for the evening.” The elderly, well-groomed woman who stood with the microphone winked at the audience and fluffed her silver hair, causing several of the other ladies in the crowd to titter in response.
From my spot near the front of the stage, I did my best not to cringe at the word masters. Whelp. That made my decision over whether or not to participate as a bachelor in this event next year a no-brainer.
“Don’t worry, I’m cringing with you on her behalf—and the behalf of this entire event.”
I turned to my left and spotted the well-dressed young man who’d outbid everyone else for the pleasure of my company for the evening. I winced. “Sorry, does it show on my face that much?”
Up close, he looked even younger than I’d originally guessed—maybe only a few years older than my twenty-six. Cute, with his dark hair, brown eyes, and careless stubble. Hot, even—just not my type.
I liked my men older.
The man flashed a white-toothed smile. “Only if you know what to look for because you feel the same way. I mean, human charity auctions, really? Did no one here get the memo that slave humor isn’t funny? Oh and hi, I’m Alex Hughes. Please never, ever call me master—well, unless we’ve specifically agreed upon those terms,” he said with a wink.
My shoulders relaxed when I realized he wasn’t pissed. Even if I’d already decided that no way was I being dragged into one of these events again, pissing off the wealthy organizers wasn’t the best career choice. I shook the hand he extended. “Seb Owens, nice to meet you.”
The tasteful jazz band struck up again while I gave Alex another once-over. Huh. With his tousled hair, fit build and youthful appearance, he looked more like one of the bachelors than he did the bidders, most of whom were women over forty.
“I hope you’re okay with Danizbar? Their lamb chops are to die for,” Alex said.