Master.
The word was magic. Two simple syllables shifted Sterling’s world in aninstant.
The same Adrian who’d been so terrified to let himself experience pleasure that he’d clung incessantly to pain was now beneath him, begging to be owned. The young man who’d defied Sterling without a second thought now crumpledbeforehim.
Sometimes, pain wasn’t the answer. Sometimes, understanding wasenough.
Sterling reached through the dark for the bottle of lube he’d placed near the massage oil. His fingers found rounded plastic. The click of the cap rang through the room, a complement to the stifled moans from the manbeneathhim.
“Master,” Adrian whimpered. He lifted his hips, easing the pressure on Sterling’s hand. More than anything, Sterling wished he could see the curves of Adrian’s tight ass. How pretty he’d look with it in the air, narrow thighs quivering as he struggled to support his ownweight.
And how much prettier he’d look with Sterling’s dick buried deep insideofhim.
Sterling allowed the lube to pool in his hand, then introduced it to his shaft. Slick, cool fluid coated his skin, and when there was nothing else to cover, Sterling spread the rest acrossAdrian’shole.
“You have to remember to be quiet.” Sterling’s fingers traced in teasing circles around Adrian’s hole. “If you’re not quiet, we’ll be caught. You don’t want that,doyou?”
Adrian moaned, but he saidnothing.
“You can do that for me,can’tyou?”
This time there was noresponse.
Perfect.
Sterling smoothed his free hand around the curve of Adrian’s ass, then pushed forward with his hips so his shaft slid along Adrian’s taint. Adrian’s breathing hitched, and the small, delighted sound he made spurred Sterling onward. He found Adrian’s teased hole with the head of his cock and caressed it only long enough to make Adrian doubt if he’d followthrough.
But follow throughhedid.
A single push of his hips allowed the tip of Sterling’s cock to stretch Adrian open. Adrian quivered, but he maintained his position. It was only when Sterling pushed inward and lodged his head behind Adrian’s ring that Adrian’s bodyslumped.
By then, Adrian had already done all that Sterling neededhimto.
Sterling took possession of his body. Hands on Adrian’s hips, he pushed deeper, and deeper, until there was nowhere else to go. Balls flush against Adrian’s ass, Sterling ground his hips and let Adrian feel hiseveryinch.
“Do you remember how you took from me last time?” Sterling pulled back only to slide in again, determined to make Adrian feel what they shared. It was important that Adrian remembered this—Sterling needed him to make positiveassociations.
He needed Adrian to let go of what was broken so he could embracesomethingnew.
“Yes.” Adrian tried to lift his hips, but his legs gave out. Sterling caught him before he could fall, and he slid intoAdriananew.
The mewl that parted from Adrian’s lips was worth themomentlost.
“Now I want you to see how it feels toreceive.”
Another thrust recovered the ground lost, and Sterling hung his head and held his breath as pleasure consumed him. Adrian’s body was tight, and the way he knew to clench and release drove Sterling crazy. Holding back was hard, but he restrained himself for Adrian’spleasure.
For tonight, for as long as Adrian allowed himself to let go, Sterling would shower him in the adoration hedeserved.
The shifting of bedsheets beneath their knees and the tiny moans Adrian allowed himself to indulge in marked the passage of time. Sterling dove into him, feeling him stretch and squeeze. Every time Adrian’s pleasure peaked, he squeezed down around Sterling and pushed a tiny, upward sound from between his teeth. No matter how much time passed, Sterling would never tire of thatnoise.
“Where are you, Adrian?” Sterling’s words were strained, his orgasm one twitch of Adrian’s hips away. It’d been three months—three long months—since they’d shared their bodies with each other, and Sterling struggled to hold back. “Tell me whereyouare.”
“Flying,Master.”
Fuck.
“You’ll come for me again.” Sterling’s hand snaked beneath Adrian’s body, grasping his rigid cock. He knew Adrian hadn’t come all that long ago, and it turned him on to no end that Adrian was ready to go again. As he stroked, he continued to speak. “You’ll come all over the bed. I want these sheets filthy with what you do to them. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I want to be able to remember everything you took, and I want you to remember what a good boy you wereforme.”
