Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Master…I want…I want…”
“Tell me what you want, sweet boy,” Amani coaxed gently, and Vic shuddered.
“I want to try,” he whispered. “I’m…I’m ready. If you want to take me. If you want me that way.”
Amani briefly just…stopped, his eyes widening, flushing with warmth under dusky skin, before he smiled, slow and pleased. “I do. And every way.” His fingers threaded into Vic’s hair, soft caresses reaching down to his scalp. “What made you decide?”
“Missing you every time I’m away. You…you make me whole. And I want it to be in every way. Any way you want me…as long as you want me,” Vic breathed, heart in his throat—because this, too, was what he’d wanted to say all day. What he’d wanted to say since he’d met Amani, and some beautiful thing inside his fey bright lover had reached into Vic and taken control.
Amani’s nails trailed shiver-sharp lines down the back of Vic’s neck. “And if how long I want you is forever?”
“Then I want that too.” More than anything, enough that his heart could have seized and stopped then, frozen in this perfect feeling as he pressed into Amani and kissed him again and again, turning words into kisses and kisses into words. “Master…Amani. I never want this to end. I know who I have to be outside, to other people…but with you I’m real. With you I’m true, I’m right…and I need to be able to come home to you.” The words that had been building up inside him lodged in his throat, but he couldn’t live without saying them, without asking, “Promise you’ll be with me. Promise you’ll love me…and promise you’ll marry me.”
Amani’s startled breath, his trembling lashes, his searching amber eyes left Vic prickling with anticipation, needing a response, something. “Are you proposing to me, pet?”
“If I’m allowed.” And he sank to one knee, corralling Amani’s hips with his palms, and rested his cheek to the embroidered silk over Amani’s body. “Spend the rest of your life with me, Amani. Be my Master always. Mine and only mine.”
“That sounds like an order.”
“It’s a plea.”
That seeking, penetrating gaze lingered…then softened in a smile. “You could have made it a demand, and I’d still say yes. Yes.” Amani burst into laughter, bright and joyous and infectious. “But you get to tell my mother.”
That simple yes was as satisfying as the feeling of leather against skin, as heady as the click of a lock sliding home, as perfect as the sound of a lilting voice raised in pleasure and sensuous command.
And Vic was happy.
He closed his eyes, melting for the fingers in his hair, the warmth in his arms. “That shouldn’t be so hard. Your mother loves me.”
“She might not when she finds out you want to marry me. She might decide you’re not a good match.”
“All that matters is if I’m good enough for you.”
“No one could be better.” Amani grinned wickedly. “But you get to tell her why she’s not getting grandchildren.”
“Who says we can’t adopt?”
“I wouldn’t mind that.” Amani tilted his head. “A little litter of our own?”
“Always underfoot, breaking everything, spilling everything else, and we’ll never have sex again…”
Amani stiffened. “I’m putting a cap on two.”
They both fell into quiet laughter, leaning into each other, tangled and warm. But as their laughter faded into sighs, Amani curled his knuckles under Vic’s jaw, pulling him up into a slow, languid kiss that melted him into submission, little tingles of anticipation rushing through him as Amani’s tongue delved into his mouth in wet, thrusting suggestion, teasing and stroking him inside.
“My sweet boy,” Amani sighed, as Vic moaned and leaned into him. “Always mine.”
“Always?”
“Did you have any doubt?”
“Never.” Vic shook his head. “But show me anyway.”
Amani’s only answer was a smile, one that promised he would show Vic everything, playing his body as if he knew Vic better than Vic knew himself…as he straightened, unclasped the chain from around his neck…and hooked the end to the delicate silver loop on Vic’s collar, turning to lead him into their bedroom by his leash.
He shed his clothing with every step; he knew by know his Master loved him naked, always exposed and ready for him, nothing hidden from searching eyes that devoured his every vulnerability. And as they stepped into the cozy, quiet room they’d made their own, he climbed onto the bed and knelt with his thighs spread wide, his cock pulsing hot, his wrists crossed behind his back, his head bowed. Like this, he was ready for his Master; like this, he trembled as Amani traced his fingertips over his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his thighs, defining the shape of him with the lightest touch. Like this, he was ready for the cuffs around his wrists, the scent of oiled leather and the reminder that he was helpless, obedient. Like this, he shivered and bucked and dripped wet with pre-come as the straps locked around the base of his cock, the swell of his balls, commanding control of his pleasure for Amani and Amani alone.