Chapter Thirty-Eight
Taine
“Are you still thinking about fucking the nurse?” Scottie dodged the fist Taine launched in his direction. “Oi! Arsehole. I was only asking. You’re moping around like some—”
“Why don’t you sod off before his fist connects with your jaw and breaks it?” Caddock grabbed Scottie by the back of the shirt and slung him around towards the hallway. “Go sit outside and think about what you’ve done.”
“Yes, mum,” Scottie grumbled.
“Why’s he our mate?” BC joined them in the library, pouring glasses of whisky for all of them. “You can laugh, but I’m serious. Why do we put up with him?”
“We put up with you, don’t we?” Caddock easily avoided BC’s kick. His gaze shifted over to Taine after a moment. “You could make it to Cardiff by midnight.”
“And? I’ve done one mad dash this holiday already.” Taine attempted an indifferent shrug, but the dubious looks from his friends told him he’d failed. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah, pull the other one.” BC snatched the drink out of his hand before Taine could even get a first sip. “Have a coffee and a sandwich then get your arse on the road to see Freddie. We can all see you want to, Tens.”
“If this past year taught me anything, it’s that life is far too short to piss away a chance at something special.” Graham snagged the spare tumbler of whisky. “Don’t spit love in the eye before it’s even truly begun.”
“He read that on a fortune cookie in Shanghai,” BC teased his boyfriend, who rolled his eyes in response. “If you don’t go, I’ll tell Mrs Morgan you volunteered to help her clean up after Scottie.”
“Right.” Taine decided not to test whether or not his friend was bluffing. He’d seen Scottie’s hotel rooms in the past, and slob didn’t even come close to describing the man. “You’re all knobheads, and I hate you.”
Three coffees, two sandwiches, and one drive to Cardiff later, Taine began to question his own sanity. He’d decided about halfway through the journey that Freddie would be coming home with him. It was time to play out some of his more lurid fantasies.
Taine knocked on the door, trying to walk the line between waking Freddie and not annoying his neighbours. He couldn’t help smiling at the tousled hair and sleepy eyes on the pyjama-clad nurse. “Is your pussycat good to spend a night alone?”
Freddie scratched his side absently while rubbing his eyes with his other hand. He blinked groggily up at Taine. “Is this a kidnapping?”
“Only for a night,” Taine promised.
“You drove all the way from Cornwall in the middle of the night to ask me to sleep at your house? What’s with you and the odd driving times? It couldn’t have waited until a normal hour?” Freddie rested his head against the door and yawned widely. “Why?”
“Just pack a bag, Frederick.” Taine wondered if it would actually require kidnapping to move things along more quickly. “I’ll get you the good coffee for breakfast.”
“Promise?”
With much grumbling and shuffling of feet, the normally cheerful Freddie stumbled along beside Taine all the way to his vehicle. The drive to his place went quietly and quickly. His passenger snored through most of it.
His plans would clearly have to wait for morning. Taine led the drowsy Freddie into his bedroom, stripped him down to his pants, and tucked him under the covers. After checking on Speedy, he quickly unpacked and showered before sliding into bed behind his younger lover.
Sleeping with a hard cock and vivid, active imagination was nigh impossible. Taine barely managed to doze. His waking moments, however, provided ample time to plot out all sorts of debauchery before breakfast.
“Wide awake, I see.” Freddie’s voice was filled with humour. He shifted slightly, rubbing himself against Taine’s arousal. “Been up long?”
“All sodding night.” Taine bent his head to catch Freddie’s neck with his teeth, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He teased the now tender skin, which caused Freddie to hiss at him. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
“I don’t smell,” Freddie muttered suspiciously. “Why are we taking a shower?”
“No, you don’t, but I plan on taking you against the tile wall before I spank your arse until you’re overheating and begging for more.” Taine slid a hand roughly into the top of Freddie’s boxers to grab a hold of his semihard shaft. “Have I got your attention, Frederick? Fuck yourself into my hand. Show me how much you want me.”
“Twmffat.”
Taine waited until he felt a change in Freddie’s pace. He stretched a hand out to grab a cock ring from the nightstand and clapped it around his lover’s heavy arousal. “Let’s get washed up.”
Ignoring Freddie’s questions about the toy now restricting him, Taine dragged him into the shower. Thirty minutes in the shower were enough to teach his lover the exquisite pain of being unable to reach the pinnacle of release. He heaped injury to insult by stroking himself to completion across Freddie’s chest while he knelt on the tile floor.
A brilliant start to the day.
Now I get to redden his arse all I want.
The rest had to be set up perfectly. Taine didn’t necessarily live the bondage lifestyle—he dabbled. All of his toys and equipment could be used in and out of a scene for that reason.
Of everything in the world of BDSM, Taine’s true fetish lay in erotic spanking. Several years ago, he’d invested in a vintage wooden sawhorse. It had been fitted with padded leather cushions and rings along the struts.
Most of the time the sawhorse acted as a place to toss his clothing at night. Taine cleared it off and easily dragged it into the centre of the bedroom. Freddie watched him with a mixture of curiosity and lust evident in his eyes.
“Red, yellow, or green?” Taine held a gag in one hand and a set of leather restraints in the other. “Can I show you the level of my debauchery?”
Freddie grinned at him before staring pointedly at the restraints. “You’re asking me?”
“I might hold the ropes, but all the power rests in your consent.” Taine dragged the tip of the silicone penis-shaped gag against the tip of Freddie’s shaft. “Pick a colour, Frederick.”
“Green.” Freddie moaned out the word. “Were you a sodding medieval torturer in a past life?”
“The torture hasn’t even begun.” Taine smiled wickedly at him. He smeared the small gag across the moisture leaking from Freddie’s arousal and then pressed it into his lover’s mouth. The straps easily went around his head where Taine carefully secured it. “I’ll put a cloth in your hand. Drop it if you switch to yellow or red.”
Freddie nodded his understanding, lips shifting around the silicone. Life generally went by in a rush, so Taine enjoyed the methodical pleasure of restraining someone across his custom-made bench. It didn’t take long to have him comfortably secured.
Taine ran his fingers along the crease of Freddie’s arse. “I’ve dreamt of having you here—all tied up and at my mercy. And oh, Frederick, the mercy I’m going to show you.”
While his fingers gently explored the creamy flesh, Taine’s eyes strayed to the few spanking accoutrements laid out on the nearby dresser. Where should he start? He wanted to ensure Freddie enjoyed every moment.
“I’m starting you off with my favourite.” Taine skated the tip of the leather crop across Freddie’s back. “Maybe we’ll add a clamp or a plug next time—I’ve so much to show you.”
Beginning with a light massage to warm the skin up, Taine lulled Freddie into relaxing against the leather padding. The first swat was light and caught the lower part of his arse. His lover moaned around the gag when his body jerked against his binding.
Any movement from Freddie would grind his arousal against the bench. Taine had made sure of it. As the force of the swats increased, his lover would wind up practically humping the leather.
Soft.
Hard.
Soft.
Hard.
Taine could feel the heat on Freddie’s arse, and eventually, he set the crop aside. He snagged an ice cube from the nearby cup of water. The shock of the cold on his skin set his sexual captive writhing madly.
Minutes ticked by. Icy drops dripped along sensitive skin. Taine revelled in the joy of indulging himself with a man he felt such a connection with.
All the playing throughout the early morning hours had pushed both of them as close to the brink as one could go without exploding. Taine snagged a condom and lube from a nearby drawer. He teased Freddie open with his fingers while dragging his long length across his lover’s arse.
With no worries about being heard, Taine thrust his condom-covered shaft into the lubricated tightness of his lover. He waited until his climax was close before reaching underneath to release Freddie from the cock ring. They cried out together not long after.
Taine made sure not to crush Freddie against the bench while catching his breath. “God, you’re brilliant.”
If one could make a moan sound snarky, Freddie managed it around the gag. Taine laughed. He had to before carefully easing himself out and tossing the used condom to the side.
With gentle hands, Taine released Freddie and carried him over to the bed. He used a warm flannel to clean both of them up. With that handled, he grabbed a bottle of lotion to apply some to those spanked cheeks.
“Aftercare is important. Up you get.” Taine eased Freddie up and handed him a cup of water. “Drink. You need it.”
Freddie collapsed on the bed after his drink. “I shouldn’t be so tired after sleeping.”
“I’m just that good.” Taine sank down on the mattress beside him and smiled when Freddie rolled over to rest his head on his chest. “Have any plans for New Year’s Eve? Or Easter? How about St Valentine’s Day? Next Christmas?”
Freddie tilted his head until their eyes met. “Bit early to worry about next Christmas, isn’t it? No plans so far. Why?”
“I’ve decided to block out all the important dates on your calendar.” Taine spoke more firmly than he felt inside. He didn’t want to allow anyone else to have the chance to come between them. “One more important question. How does your cat feel about hamsters?”
“Good with brown sauce.”
Taine stared down at the brown-haired nurse before bursting into laughter. “Knobhead.”
Perfection, Taine decided, was Freddie beside him. If every morning and evening ended this way, he could die a happy, satisfied man. Now, he only had to work hard to ensure it never changed.
How hard can it be?