“No, we’re not good.” Curtis felt his heart plummeting through the floor. “We won’t be good until I have shown you in great detail how incredibly sorry I am. This is all on me, Curtis. My own insecurities and shortcomings have made me a prime target for Jasper. I know we’ve already talked about it, but I still feel strange about the lines of our roles being so blurred. Not bad strange, or break it off strange, just—strange.”
Curtis nodded. He fully understood where Andrew was coming from, and he was more than grateful that his Dom was willing to work through his issues instead of just writing Curtis off, which would have been the easy thing to do.
“See it like this, Andrew. Yes, I already have all the material things a Dom might feel the need to provide for his sub, and youareself-reliant, which frees us both up to explore our relationship on every possible level without either of us having to fear exploiting the other. All I need to be happy is for my Dom to stay by my side and accept me the way I am—warts and all, just like I’ll do with you.”
“Neither of us have warts.”
“All the better, don’t you think?”
Andrew smiled. “I love you, Curtis. So much. I only want what’s best for you.”
Curtis looked his Dom in the eye. “Do you trust me to know what’s best for me?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Then everything’s fine, because it’s you. You make me happy.”
Curtis said the words with all his heart, willing Andrew to understand just how much he meant to him. And Andrew finally got it. He took Curtis’s face in his hands, stared at him as if he was seeing him for the first time.
“I’m sorry, Curtis. I get it now. I promise you, from now on, I’ll be there for you. Always.”
He leaned in to kiss Curtis, and it was the sweetest, best kiss Curtis ever had—because it came from a place of mutual respect and absolute devotion.
“I want to take you to bed, darling. I’m going to make love to you like you deserve it. I’m going to worship you like the treasure you are. And tomorrow, we can go to Whisper and have that scene I’ve been planning for us.”
Andrew held out his hand and Curtis took it with a smile, knowing this was his future, the one he had fought for and won.
Chapter 23
ANDREW STEPPEDinto the private room in Whisper where his boy was waiting for him, waiting for the scene they were going to do. Curtis was naked, as ordered by Andrew, kneeling on a soft cushion a little to the right of the door. After their little adventure in Curtis’s kitchen, Andrew had insisted on his boy kneeling on something soft. Kneecaps and age didn’t go well together, and he wanted his boy to enjoy this scene without the slightest distraction. Curtis hadn’t moved when he’d come through the door; only a slight tensing of his lean back muscles had shown he was aware of Andrew. So perfect, so beautiful. His boy. Andrew gulped. The boy he had almost lost thanks to his own stupidity. He was insanely glad Curtis had come the day before to set him straight. He closed the door before he approached his perfect lover.
“Rise, boy. Let me see you.”
Without taking his hands from where they were folded behind his head to showcase his biceps, Curtis rose gracefully, his long, gorgeous cock already filling. Andrew swallowed hard. Such a perfect piece of meat—one he would enjoy thoroughly tonight. He let the tips of his fingers travel along the curve of Curtis’s spine, his asscheeks that started trembling under the featherlight touch.
“You’re so beautiful, boy. Beautiful and mine.”
“Master.” Curtis sounded already breathless, his cock now fully erect. Andrew loved that, loved that Curtis was into him enough to get aroused just by the prospect of carnal activities. Before they could get fully started, though, he had a few things to say. Andrew embraced Curtis from behind, his hands resting just above the base of Curtis’s cock, teasing, petting. His own breathing became a bit labored from the unfamiliar pressure in his ass, which had him wondering how long he would be able to last. He licked along Curtis’s ear shell, breathed into his ear, enjoyed the soft gasp he got.
“Soon, love, we start soon. But I have to tell you something first, my precious boy. Something I haven’t dared tell anybody before you. First, I want to thank you for not giving up on me, for giving me a second chance—or is it the third by now? I can’t tell you how glad I am you found it in your heart to keep me. Since I met you, I’ve learned more about myself than in the last ten years combined. I’m not going to lie to you, it was hard, facing my fears and insecurities and preconceived ideas. Apparently it’s harder to change things you’ve been hanging on to for most of your adult life. Though I never regretted it. Even that one day, where I was separated from you—somehow I always knew I would never give up on you. Because you are too precious to me, too perfect to let you slip through my fingers. I do admit it would have taken me longer to come back to you if you hadn’t interfered. So thank you again for that.”
He pressed a line of kisses on the side of Curtis’s neck, listened to the moans his boy gave him.
“You’re welcome, Master. Can we…?”
“Not yet, sweet boy. I haven’t told you my secret fantasy yet—the one we’re going to act out tonight. You know, I’ve always dreamed of being penetrated. Of using my boy as my own personal dildo. When I first had that fantasy, it scared me, because I’m a Dom, aren’t I? We don’t get penetrated. Wedothe penetrating. Over the years I found out how wrong that was, that there are plenty of Doms who enjoy using their subs that way. Still, the conditioning remained, and I just never found a sub I trusted enough to even think about broaching the subject. Until I met you. It’s not just our insane sexual chemistry. I simply trust you with everything I am because I sincerely believe you were made for me, no matter how corny that sounds. And I want to show you how absolutely I want this thing between us to grow and flourish. What do you think? Can you be my dildo?”
Curtis groaned in his embrace. His arms were trembling, but he held the position like a good sub. “I’d love nothing more than to serve you in that way, Master. Though I think we might have to postpone this until another day. If I understand correctly, this would be your first time and that can be—difficult, as you well know.”
“I do. Which is why I’ve been wearing a plug the entire day.”
The whimper coming from Curtis had Andrew’s cock leaking like a broken faucet. “When did you put that in? I would havelovedto see that!”
Andrew hadn’t known Curtis could sound so whiney. “Remember when you were groaning obscenely over those éclairs I fed you for breakfast? That’s when.”
“You distracted me with baked goods!” Curtis was clearly trying for indignant and failing.
“Always works with you, darling. Anyway, I think I’m definitely ready to receive you, especially if there’s some rimming beforehand.”
