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“Now, before I fuck you again, you come for me, Jack.”

The vibrator pushed into my ass, and a hand reached between my legs and massaged my taint. “Like you did with Jan in here.” He bit at my ass. “How you controlled his come without letting him touch his cock. Well now it’s my turn. I own you. Don’t... come for me, Jack. I want you spent when I take you again.”

I shot release into my sheets, smearing my abs as I strained into the covers.

“Good. Good, boy.”

Still shuddering the last few ounces out of me, I was urged onto my knees. He pounded in for what felt like an eternity, his breathing more frustrated with the need and will to force more come from his balls. “Such a gorgeous bloody body, Jack.”

He collapsed on me, nearly smothering with all shit-house size and muscle. Like a stack of cards, I fell onto the bed, body battered, fucked, but cock already swelling to the action.

“I need a drink,” he slurred; then I was given the bliss of reprieve as he padded off down stairs. In the haze of shivering against the feel of come left to dry on my abs, I think I dozed, because the next thing I knew a straw was against my lips, and he was saying something.

“...Drink. You need to drink.”

I sucked on the straw and the rush of bubbles hit me from a Coke.

“Better?”

I nodded, then added a
yes
knowing he couldn’t see me in the fucking dark.

“You sore down here, Jack?” A hand cupped my ass, and I winced feeling his finger rub my hole. A kiss at my shoulder, he whispered, “Bet it would hurt, huh?”

He pushed in, and every muscle in my body tensed as he played for a few minutes, his low chuckle stirring a shiver down my neck. “Different this time, Jack.” Another kiss at my shoulder, then a whisper. “I’m taking your ass bare. I need,” he groaned. “I’m sorry, Jack, but I need to take you bare, like Jan and all his desperation to have you take him bare. You that desperate to take me raw, Jack?”

“No,” I said flatly, all life gone from my cock.

A slap hit my ass, this one angered, meant more to hurt than to sting. “Yes you fucking are. Look at you, Jack.”

Forcing his weight on top of mine, he reached over my head and held me by the cuffs, bringing his cock to my ass.

“Second warning,” I said coldly.

A breath in my ear. “Warn away, Jack.” He tugged the gag back into place, this time making it tight enough to cut into the corners of my mouth. “It’ll do you little good with this back on.”

The dick had forgotten about the handcuffs, and just who had taught me all these years. A flick at a lock, they fell from my wrists, and, tugging my gag off, my elbow caught the jerk behind in the jaw, knocking him off the bed. All aches and pains were buried as I pushed him off. I didn’t care how big they were, and this bastard was big, but I went bareback for no shit like this. I got off the bed, grabbed him by the hair, pulled him to his feet, then slammed him headfirst into the wall. “All out of warnings,” I shouted down his ear. “
I don’t do fucking bareback
—”

I pulled his arm further up his back and twisted his wrist. “Now, just for the security guys watching here, what’s the word you’re gonna use to call them in before I break your fucking arm for pissing me off?”

“
Mercedes Benz
, fucking Mercedes
Benz
, Jack.”

I didn’t smile. “And in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two—”

On one, the door slammed open inches from us, and I blinked against the sudden onslaught of light, then stumbled back as a man came over, pushing me away. Hands cupped either side of my head, forcing my look away from the naked guy cringing by the wall.

“Look at me, Jack.” Gray’s face finally came into focus, no, Gray
made
himself come into focus. “Ben called the security safe word, back off.” I pushed Gray away, not yet finished with Ben, but Gray came back in, blocking my view. Ben wasn’t what I’d expected; all heavy-weight boxing build, messy hair, blue eyes, nothing like—

“You,” Gray sounded dangerously calm as he looked at Ben. “Just
what
makes a supposed Dom call out a Master sub’s safe word to get security in here?” Other men came in, but Gray shook his head, letting them know the scene was in hand.

“I, I—” Ben’s gaze skirted between us. He seemed to want to blend his entire weight into the wall. “I-I—”

“He tried to force bareback.”

Gray looked at me. “You, you calm. And you,” all anger went on Ben. “Get your things; you’re blacklisted. You’ve breached contract. My sub made it clear in his contract that you don’t do bareback at
any
point.”

“I-I—”

“You nothing,” said Gray in a calm voice. “Training is cancelled. You won’t make it near any of my fucking overseas clients. Period.”

Ben tried to say something, then just straightened. “Jack, look.” He seemed to struggle. “I’m sorry, I got carried away. I—”

I nearly went for him again. “Carried away? You left the fucking whip on a dirty floor—”

“I’m
sorry
,” said Ben. “Look—”

“No.” Gray stopped me but kept focus on Ben. “This training is done to weed out unstable elements, you—”

“Want to explain just what the fuck is going on here?”

All eyes went to the door.

Jan stood frozen to the spot, fists clenched at his side. Where his voice had sounded Gray-calm, his body language said he was ready to hit. Gray acted as he always had, instantly stepping in front of me, his body between me and any threat.

“Mr. Richards, you should not be interfering on this scene.”

I pulled Gray aside. “Jan.” Fuck. How the hell could I have thought he was the trainee Dom? I took a step toward him.

“Jack.” He seemed to take a step forward, then stopped with a serious frown as he looked me up and down. “What—Jesus. Are you... you...” The concern on his face was heartbreaking. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Jack?”

“Mr. Richards,” said Gray calmly. Jan looked at him with that
How the fuck do you know me,
then it was lost, and he shook his head. “Him.” Jan looked at me. “I’m talking to him.”

“It’s... it’s...” I tried to say.

“Head fuck?” said Jan quietly, then, confirming something privately to himself, he nodded and turned away.

“Jan.” I scrambled round for some jeans, found some old ones in my spare closet, and pulled them on. “Jack, no,” said Gray, but I told him to fuck off as I raced down the stairs to catch up with Jan. I caught him in the driveway just before he got in his car. “Jan, please, wait.”

“You need to back off, Jack. Now.” He pushed me away, but I stepped back just to give him his space more than anything. “Jack, you’ve got one too many boyfriends for my liking.” The hurt there was heartbreaking.

“It’s—Christ.” I ran my hands through my hair. “It’s not what you think. Please, just lis—”

“No.” He got in his car, but I came and crouched in the doorway before he could close it.

“Then why did you come if it wasn’t to listen?” I said heatedly.

Jan held up his phone. “Reminded me that sometimes you can’t throw away so easily the things that you really care for.” He threw the phone aside and started the engine. “Fool me for thinking you actually meant what you’d said back at mine, you lying fuck.”

The wheels spun gravel, and if it wasn’t for Gray pulling me back onto my ass, I’d have been swept into the road.

“Leave it, Jack,” said Gray. But I was already up and heading for my car.

“
Leave
it.”

I stilled, and Gray looked over, the blue of his eyes levelled on mine. “I’ll grant you disobeying a trainee in this instance. Don’t ever try it with me.”

Staring him out for only a minute, I looked angrily away as he came over.

“Get yourself back inside. Get cleaned up. Sleep.”

“I need—”

“To listen,” said Gray. “You’re in no state to talk to him, to anyone.” His hand touched my cheek, instantly gaining my attention. “Get some sleep. I need to sort Ben out knowing where you are. You look ready to hit out.”

“I already did,” I snarled, feeling my insides twist. “Someone who didn’t fucking deserve it.”

I pushed Gray’s hand off only to catch a fading glimpse of Jan’s car lights in the distance.

“Inside,” said Gray calmly. “You don’t move from there. Understand?”

Feeling sick, I didn’t even bother nodding, just turned back toward the house. I’d fucked things up with Jan; I knew that.

Jack, the fucking hypocrite.
I made it through my door and set the small windows either side of the door shuddering in their frames as it slammed shut. The coat stand took the rest of me as I kicked the hell out of it, shouting obscenities and gaining every satisfaction seeing it splinter in to two underfoot. At one point I tripped and found myself hunched back against the wall with my head buried in the arms across my knees.
Two. Two other fucking men
?

I thumped into the wall behind, elbow hitting hard, and cried out half in anger, half hurt from the jarring pain that was set loose into my shoulder. Was I that much of an easy fuck? One to bounce off the walls when he wasn’t getting it off elsewhere? Because, fuck, like hell did it look like either of those other bastards would take that sort of shit from him.

Shouldn’t have caved in and gone after him. Shouldn’t have read that fucking text.

A groan, I let my head fall back against the wall. Cracks in the ceiling were caught in the light, and I snorted at the wider creek-depth cracks in my life. He shouldn’t matter; I’d known him only a few days, yet he’d taken everything, pushed it so close to the edge, then stood back with a big mean-ass grin, fucking kick-ass sexy body, just waiting to see if I’d fall. He was stunning, so bloody stunning he was no doubt used to trying out men for size and throwing away the rags and cut-price offerings that fell his way, and I bet many fucking fell.

I laughed, hating both sound and effort as it stung my lip. I’d fallen all right. But it should have been for him, not at his feet
because
of him. I wished I’d had the bollocks to stand up to Jack and hit him back, do something but act like the sad-ass puppy going back for more. The bastard hit hard.

Yet that text.

I don’t even know why or how I’d ended up in the alley next to Jack’s house, reading the text for the second time. There was an honesty to it, one that pushed the need to find out just what the hell had happened and why so fucking fast. Everything in my life was order and reason, yet Jack fought fist-first against both. Cock cage and submission buried beneath his hard exterior, his gentle touch in contrast to the chaotic appeal of those grey eyes that wanted to fuck me into next week; holding me against him, not seeming to want to let me go, then thumping me to such a distance I’d rather lay with rattlesnakes than him.

The hooded guy that had pushed past me just then, almost knocking my mobile out of my hands, didn’t shake me out of the chaos, and I threw him (her?) a few curses before remembering I was in a dark alley, having a go at someone who could have done considerably more damage than Jack. Ignoring me, the hoodie rounded the corner at the end, and I waited just a few seconds before following. A few scuffles were heard, the mention of, “Break legs for breaking
his
windows,” a cry from a younger voice of, “Fuck off,” then the sound of hard running. Maybe the kid had upset the wrong people, because as I rounded the corner to Jack’s, the street was empty. Seemed a night for aggravation and beatings. A heavy sigh, I noticed Jack’s front door stood open, and it didn’t strike me as odd until I’d seen his front window was all boarded up. In the darkness of his hall, heated voices came from upstairs, interspersed with the shuffle and muted thuds of a struggle. Thoughts over Jack getting hurt made me take the steps two at a time, but I’d frozen in the doorway of his spare room seeing just what the hell was going on.

I hated my first reaction. That rush of blood to my own dick noticing just how fucking stunning Jack looked naked. Sweat lined his tanned body like a gymnast’s during a real tough workout, dampening his hair to his face, almost hiding that sultry look I’d been used to seeing over the last few days. Breathing was all heavy, like we were back in his dojo where even fading light and silence failed to bury the simmering heat and lust that had existed purely between us. At least I’d thought that it had existed purely between us: two other guys were his focus now. As he’d stood there side-on to me, other things came into focus; the finger marks bruising his hip, welts that had slipped round his ribs, like a whip had missed his back a few inches and hungrily licked at as much skin as it could. Jack had looked at me, turned a little further as if to come over, then I’d seen cuts on his abs, his inner thighs. Maybe they’d been there earlier, I don’t know. I hadn’t seen him naked back at mine. He didn’t look happy, like he wanted to punch someone; I knew that look. I also knew the look going on with his dick too. Hard, angry, slick with pre and spilt come; something had got him going, and all I knew was that it was fuck all to do with me.

It had hurt. Maybe more than when he’d hit me. I’d left knowing I couldn’t be there anymore; I couldn’t be around him when it hurt so fucking much.

The sound of fiddling with a lock had me frowning back by my door, and after only a second it eased open. Taking a piece of broken coat stand with me, I pushed up as a man came into the hall and closed the door behind him.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he said, eyeing the wood I held curiously, “keep it, by all means.”

I recognised him. He’d been the one, the toned guy in the dark suit with his hands cupped around Jack’s face, all nice and cosy like. They’d both looked over at me, but the pure blueness to his eyes didn’t have an ounce of the chaos that everyone else around him seemed to feel.

“Name’s Gray.” He came over, glanced at me briefly, then headed for my kitchen. “We need to get that lip seen to.”

I blinked, then just stood there and watched as he started moving through my cupboards, pulling out some antiseptic spray, wipes, and a bowl. The kettle was put on, and two mugs found their way next to it just before cold water found its way into the bowl.