But that wasn’t what Golden loved about me.
In fact, he loved how miserably indecent I could be when I put my mind to it.
Again, that was why we were at the cabin. The remote location was a safe place for us to reveal the darker parts of ourselves with no fear or judgement or scorn.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he said, fingers dancing against the small of my back.
“It changes in there.” I reached behind me and took his hand, pulling it around to kiss his fingertips.
“I know.”
“I’m Sir, and you’re naked.”
Golden’s throat flushed crimson and he choked back a groan that had my cock tenting my jeans.
“Do I still get to fight you?”
“If you have a death wish.”
Golden arched a brow like maybe he did.
“Go into the bedroom and get naked. Wait for me.”
Golden answered me with a nod, clearly a calculated omission since we were on the porch and not through the threshold. He stepped past me, toeing off his boots inside the door and padding down the hallway toward the bedroom. I took a deep breath and brought in all our bags, leaving them in the entryway to give Golden time in the bedroom.
I’d prepped him before we left, a plug the size of a baseball inside of his ass and a stainless steel cage around his cock. Golden had a habit of coming untouched when we played and if he was going to keep it up, there was no way he was going to enjoy it. I wanted full control, and I would have it. He would give me that.
I locked the door from the inside and emptied my pockets, tossing our phones on the counter alongside the keys. It wasn’t like we had service out there anyway. I unpacked some non-perishable foods and some bottles of water, and when I felt enough time had passed, I waited longer.
In the living room, I stared out the window, hands braced against my hips and my gaze focused on the horizon. The view was objectively miserable this time of year. No show, just dead trees and gray skies, but I was fairly certain it was also heaven. I remembered the snow from January, the still and the quiet, undisturbed save the desperate pleas that tumbled out of Golden’s trembling mouth.
I swallowed and popped open the fly of my pants, shoving my hand behind the waistband of my briefs and freeing my cock. I was achingly hard already, and as I gave myself a few strokes, the brightness outside reflected off the ring I now wore on my hand. The ring that signified who I was, and what my name meant, who I was still to become. The responsibilities that awaited me back at home were many. We hadn’t truly eliminated the threats on our lives, but we knew who it was. We’d traced it and left it with Sharp to manage.
It was, after all, his mess.
Carmen Savino wouldn’t have even known my name were it not for him, and it was up to Sharp to find a way to wash it out of her mouth for good. But I didn’t want to think about him or her or anything that existed in LA. The only thing that mattered was these four walls and the naked man in the bedroom waiting for me to destroy his world.
I stripped down in the living room and headed to the bedroom, trailing my fingers lightly down the wall as I went. Golden had taken the toys with him, and hopefully laid them out for me. He had, I found, when I walked in on him on his hands and knees, facing the tall window that overlooked the mountains on the far end of the room with his plugged hole on display for me.
“Did you decide to enjoy the view while you waited?” I asked him.
“Only hoping to enhance it, Sir,” he said softly, voice cracking on the honorific. Maybe it had been too long since he’d used it.
We’d have to remedy that.
“I know just the thing.” I picked up a wooden paddle from the bed. I’d used it on him before and it was one of my favorite toys. It was long and heavy with a sturdy handle that fit in my hand like it had been carved for my grip. It hurt and it bruised, and I wanted to use it to make him bleed. I collected some more supplies and closed the distance between us.
In the plate glass window, I studied my reflection as I approached him. I watched his eyes shift, falling on the outline of the paddle in my hand before he dropped his chin toward his chest.
“You remember this one?” I asked, twirling it in the air when I reached him.
“Sir,” he rasped, neither confirmation nor denial.
I grinned, kneeling beside him and pressing a hand against the small of his back. Golden took the cue, arching and pushing his chest against the floor, forcing his ass even higher in the air. Raising the paddle, I dragged the cool wood over his backside, well aware that the width of it connected with the base of the plug that stretched him open, making him ready for my cock…for my fist.
“Don’t worry about counting them,” I said, flexing my fingers against Golden’s spine. “I want you to get lost.”
He groaned and flattened his cheek against the floor. I watched his eyes close, watched the way his lashes fanned out against his cheek as he settled beneath my hands, and I hit him.
