Oh,hellyeah.
He drop-kicked his overbearing conscience into his mental basement and locked the door behind it.
Hank was absolutely right. Howwouldthey ever know what Hank liked or could take if they didn’tdoit?
He needed to stop being afraid. Hank was an adult. Hell, Hank was bigger than him and could kick his ass.
Besides, what if helikedwhat Maddox did to him?
He’d liked everything else he’d done to him over the past four weeks.
He put Hank on his knees again at the end of their bed, switched on the lamp on his side of the bed, stripped, and then went to their closet to retrieve his toybag. He pulled out the leather cuffs and collar he’d bought for Hank two weeks ago and sometimes put on him late at night when they played, after JJ was asleep. He returned to where Hank knelt and watched him with those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Hands,” he quietly said.
Without hesitation, he held them up for Maddox. On Hank’s left ring finger, his wedding band softly gleamed in the light from the lamp. It made Maddox pause and stare at it, glance at the matching band on his hand.
My husband.
When they were younger, it wouldn’t have been an option regardless, because that was before the gay marriage ban fell.
Although even back then it was a hopeless dream he’d fantasized about.
All those nights he’d lain there and listened to Hank breathe, watching his back where he slept so close, and yet it might as well have been a million miles separating them. Untouchable.
He reverently kissed the insides of Hank’s wrists before he buckled the cuffs on him. When Hank bowed his head so he could buckle the collar around his neck, Maddox stroked his hair.
“My good boy,” he whispered. “So very,verygood for me.” His fingers trembled as he buckled the collar around his throat. There, he paused. “Mygood boy,” he repeated. “Will you wear my collar for life, baby? Belong to me?”
“Yes, Sir,” he said, leaning forward and nuzzling Maddox’s thighs. “I want to wear your collar and be yours.”
He’d never officially collared someone before. Not even Kelly. She used to refer to him as her Dominant, but he’d considered a collaring as serious as a wedding. She’d wornacollar, but nothiscollar.
Although before she finished nuking his world, he’d considered marrying and collaring her.
In retrospect, he gave unlimited thanks for the blessingthatwas. Losing his job, losing his relationship, both events freed him to return to Sarasota and now…
Him.
Maddox folded his body over Hank’s, running his hands down the man’s back, raking his nails along his flesh on the way up and enjoying the sharp hiss that escaped him. “We’re going to have to make sure we’re wearing shirts around JJ for the next week or so, you know.”
When Hank looked up, Maddox spotted his slide to subspace already starting. “‘We’, Sir?”
Maddox smiled. “Oh,baby. I totally expect you to put marks of your own on me this weekend. After all, I belong to you as much as you belong to me. Unless I ever tell you otherwise, I have no problem being bit or scratched during sex. Jealousy doesn’t have a place in our relationship, because I trust you, and I hope you trust me. But absolutely feel free to be territorial, because I damn sure will.”
Blue heat darkened Hank’s gaze as a smile curled his handsome lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll probably attend private parties from time to time,” Maddox said. “Eliza told me she’s going to add us to the invite list.” He smiled. “No limits. Unlike at the club, full-on sex is allowed. That means we can get all that kind of stuff out of our systems without worrying about JJ hearing us.”
Hank’s smile made Maddox’s cock ache with need. “Excellent, Sir.”
Maddox leaned in and kissed him again. He hooked a finger through the D-ring in the front of the collar, gently tugging on it. “How would you feel about me tying you down to a bench, beating your ass for a while, and then fucking you right there in front of everyone?”
Hank’s lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick them before he answered. “That’d be hotter than hell, Sir.” He’d never realized how much he would love ceding control.
“You don’t know if you’ll even like me fucking you yet. How can you be so sure?”
The playful challenge gleamed in Hank’s eyes. “Then I suppose you’d better get started so we can see, Sir.”
“Mmm. I guess we should.”
