Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True (15 page)

“Did ya hear what I said punk? Get out there and make ya’selves useful.”

He sputtered in Ryker’s face.

Max was terrified as he pulled on Ryker’s shirt, trying to bury himself under his arm. Max suddenly felt Ryker’s body jerk back, making them both stumble and crash onto the living room table. Since Ryker didn’t go all the way down with the first punch his dad kept the blows coming. He caught Ryker in his face and stomach too many times for Max to count. His dad reached around and tried to pull Max from his brother’s protective embrace.

Ryker tucked Max firmly under him, fully covering him with his body. He felt

Ryker’s body jerk as he cried out from the vicious kicks he was taking. Ryker never let his dad hit Max.

Max’s ears were ringing so loud from his screaming he could barely see, he could only feel his brother’s pain. He remembered begging Ryker to make him stop. Ryker’s body went limp and Max thought his brother was dead.

Right at that terrifying moment the front door was kicked in and two firemen stormed in wearing full gear. Max remembered that he thought they looked like superheroes. They hauled his dad off his brother. Ryker’s strong grip never released Max…and it had always been that way. Unfortunately, they had more encounters with their father over the years, especially after their mother passed.

Ryker always told Max he would use his education to get them far away from there. His brother’s brilliance earned him a full ride to Dartmouth University, but he still worked two jobs so his baby brother could live with him off campus. His brother sacrificed his entire youth for Max. He’d never let anyone come between what they had together.

“Where’d you go?” Ryker’s slurred voice brought Max back to the present.

“Nowhere.” Max’s voice was rough with emotion. He knew Ryker noticed it.

Ryker turned Max to face him. “You gotta let those memories go.”

Ryker’s voice was serious. “Did I ever let you get hurt…ever?” Ryker held Max’s face in both hands, his eyes glistening with moisture.

“No Ryke…never.”

“And I never will.” Ryker kissed Max’s cheek and rested their foreheads together.

“You know nothing and no one will ever come between us, right Ryke?”

He held his brother’s shoulders.

Ryker smiled at him. “Damn straight.”

Angel sat silently on a bar stool in the corner while Max and his brother finished their moment. He couldn’t help but wonder what the hell they’d been through together for them to be that close.

Sebastian propped his beefy arm up on the bar, diverting Angel’s attention. “Huh, they have an interesting relationship.”

“It’s not what it looks like, perv. Haven’t you ever seen close siblings before?” Angel huffed.

“Yeah of course. I wasn’t saying they were that kind of interesting, relax Angel. Anyway, I only came to tell you we closed up the third level, and it’s last call in fifteen minutes.” His security manager continued to stare at Max and his brother in a tight embrace.

“You could’ve told me that over the earpiece, Bass, and I can tell time.

Was there something really important to report, or did you just want to get another look at Max’s look-alike brother?” He grinned at the big man and watched him take in the look of Ryker. Max and Ryker truly were handsome brothers.

Max came up to Angel at that moment, wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug, and kissed him passionately in front of his brother and his security manager. When they broke apart Ryker and Bass were locked in an intense stare-down. Angel watched, amused and eager to see which one would break eye contact first. Max whispered very quietly in Angel’s ear, “Ryke never looks away, his eyes hypnotize people.”

“Sebastian is a Dom, he will never submit to your brother’s gaze,” Angel whispered back, licking the shell of Max’s ear.

Ryker lowered his eyes and Bass boldly stepped forward into Ryker’s space. Their strong chests touched like two brick walls coming together. Bass lowered his plush lips until they were an inch away from Ryker’s slightly open mouth. He spoke in a quiet but forceful voice.

“Do you know what I do with bad boys that stare at me like that?” Bass paused. “I put ’em over my knee and spank their ass until they beg for my cock.”

Angel thought everyone in the whole damn lounge heard Ryker swallow the lump in his throat. Bass still hadn’t moved from Ryker’s lips.

“Fuck,” Ryker hissed.

“Not until you earn it, boy.” Bass rose to his full height, which was about two inches over Ryker’s six-foot frame and turned and walked out, not giving Ryker the satisfaction of looking back.

“Smooth, big bro.” Max and Angel’s deep laughs seemed to break Ryker out of his lust-filled trance.

“Fuck you, Grunt.” Ryker threw back the shot on the bar and winced at the burn. “Shit, Angel, who the fuck was that?”

Angel laughed again. “He’s my Chief of Security, his name is Sebastian but everyone calls him Bass, and if you didn’t figure it out yet, he is a Dom.

He doesn’t play much anymore, because he’s waiting on the sub that was meant especially for him.”

“Maybe he found him tonight, huh Ryke.” Max gave his brother a hard slap on his back.

“Shut the hell up, Max. I’m no one’s fucking boy to slap around and humiliate,” Ryker spat out.

“BDSM is not about humiliation or degradation. Actually, it’s the complete opposite. I’ve seen Bass in action at a local club a few times. He really is awesome to watch. Men fall at his feet and beg for him to play with them. It is quite beautiful to watch him bring a man to that type of euphoria with the slightest kiss of his whip,” Angel continued to taunt Ryker.

Ryker turned and walked away, looking as if he couldn’t think through the haze of alcohol and lust.

Max gripped Ryker’s shoulder, turning him around to face him. “We don’t walk away from each other. What was that Ryke? Were you really that affected by that guy? I mean, he was rather intimidating…I guess.”

“Max, I don’t know what the hell that was. It was like he was pushing some sort of power into my mind. I felt like I wanted to drop to my fucking knees and beg for him to touch me.” Ryker ran both hands through his hair.

Ryker was being serious, and Angel knew Max would never make fun of his brother when things were getting real. “Ryke, maybe you do want to submit to him.” Ryker’s eyes snapped up at the suggestion, and Max threw up both hands to ward off the glare. Max shrugged. “Hey, I don’t know

much about the life, but maybe you should ask Angel. See if he can tell you about the man. Obviously you felt something. I’ve never seen you react to anyone like that before.” Max paused and looked his brother in the eyes. “He was one big motherfucker,” Max admitted.

“Yeah. I know.” Ryker snorted in indignant humor.

“Come on.” Max walked his brother to Angel, who tried to soothe Ryker’s wounded ego.

“Ryker, I don’t know how much you know about domination and submission, but Bass is a Master Dom. He is the real deal. He’s known and lived this life since he was young. He grew up in a BDSM home. His parents are very happily married and live as Dom and sub.”

“Angel, seriously I wanted to do anything he asked, if it would make him happy…and I don’t even fucking know him. This can’t be normal,” Ryker yelled in frustration.

“To be perfectly honest, that is as normal as it gets. Ryker, I think you may actually have some submissive tendencies. You have spent your entire life protecting and looking after someone else, maybe you relish the thought of someone taking care of you. A Dom takes care of their sub with everything in them, it’s not just about giving pain or spankings and chains.

BDSM is a complete lifestyle, but different for every couple.

“Maybe it’s worth you and Bass exploring it together. I haven’t seen him respond to anyone like that before, and we’re surrounded by varieties of men every weekend,” Angel reasoned carefully, trying not to spook Ryker more than he already was.

“I’ll support you, Ryke, you know that. Maybe Angel’s right,” Max chimed in.

“I’ll think about it.” Ryker got off his stool and left the lounge. Max got up to follow him when Angel grabbed his hand.

“Give him a minute to process it,” Angel spoke softly. He turned Max’s body into him and held him close. He led them to the center of the room and kissed him hard. “We’re all alone now.” He smiled mischievously. Angel took the remote and turned the sound system on full blast as the sound of Maroon 5 filled the lounge. Angel sat on the low-back couch and slouched

down spreading his legs wide, his dick already half-hard. “I’m ready for my lap dance, darlin’.”

Property of the Unseen Unheard Library

PART TWO

Chapter Thirteen

Ryker had been staring at the same spreadsheet on his laptop for the last forty-five minutes. His concentration was completely shot. His mind kept wondering to a six-foot-two giant with hard hazel eyes framed by thick lashes. A massive chest with silky, black hair beneath a leather vest, and solid thighs that could crack walnuts encased in black leather pants. When the Master Dom’s chest touched his, it was firm and solid. He wanted to stroke the fine hair on that beautiful chest with the most sensitive part of his hand.

He wanted to rub his cheek on it and mark him as his Master. He wanted to see if the hair around his cock looked and felt the same.

The cologne the man wore intoxicated him. It had to be something expensive but manly, like Armani or Azzaro Chrome. Ryker only wore Clive Christian, and he silently hoped the man had liked it. Thinking of that scent all last night had had Ryker dreaming of smothering his face in the man’s groin and getting drunk off his scent.

Ryker couldn’t believe the man was a Master Dom, how lucky was he?

No one knew of Ryker’s extreme need to be dominated by a huge, powerful, and intimidating man like Sebastian Bagatelli. Even his baby brother Max didn’t know of this desire in him. Even though he and Max could talk about everything in their lives and never judge each other, he wasn’t prepared to tell him about this aspect yet. But he believed that might be changing soon.

He had dreams of being on his knees begging his Master for his cock, trying so hard to be good and please him. He would live for the praise of his Master. He’d played once in a club, but none of the Doms were what he wanted. They only played with him because they thought he looked good, but none were interested in knowing or fulfilling his most basic of needs.

Angel had been right about Ryker taking care of others for so long, and craving the direction and support of a Master. However, it was extremely difficult to find a Dom that was legit or interested in a life sub. He wanted to have a Dom that would love him and treat him with respect, not someone

who was only interested in humiliating and beating him. Ryker had a feeling that Bass fit that bill perfectly.

Ryker’s thoughts went to what Angel said the other night about men begging Bass to play with him. Ryker was instantly green with envy and livid with jealousy. Too many evil feelings worked their way from his crown to his feet at one time. His entire body scorched hot, and his face and ears flamed beet red. He’d had no other choice but to turn and walk away from everyone…including Max. He saw his baby brother’s concern and most of all his confusion by his reaction. Angel had set him straight about Bass’s hunt for his boy and now celibate life.

But even after hearing all that, he still couldn’t shake the sick feeling he got when he thought that some unworthy sub had enjoyed the large man’s hands. Bass had given another man exquisite pain and pleasure until his body submitted to his every demand.

Since he couldn’t focus on work, he buzzed his secretary and told her he was taking his lunch and to hold his calls. Ryker logged onto his favorite BDSM porn site. He loved watching his favorite Dom, Master Jet Michaels.

He was infamous in the BDSM community. He and his life sub would document their sessions and put them on the Internet. To say it was erotically beautiful would be a huge understatement.

These two men knew each other’s thoughts, wishes, and needs without uttering one word. Master Michaels didn’t have a little five-foot, limp-wristed twink as his sub either, fuck no. His sub Aries was taller than him, and built with lean muscles but as graceful as a gazelle. When he kneeled in front of his Master he did it was such finesse that it made Ryker envy him. Ryker would find himself practicing for hours on how to present himself to his Dom.

He watched one of his favorite scenes where Master Michaels had his sub Aries tied to a four-poster king-size bed, spread eagle on his stomach.

His Master was completely naked except for a leather jock strap and black leather riding boots. His body was large, tan, and flawless.
Much like Bass.
The cat-o’-nine-tails hung from his strong hand while he stroked and caressed Aries’ ass with the other. His Master bent his head down and whispered into

his sub’s ear. It wasn’t meant for the viewers to hear, but Aries reaction was meant for all to see. Aries’ taut ass humped the mattress twice before he was rewarded with two masterful swats on his firm cheeks with the whip. Every few strokes of the whip and his Master would touch and lick the red flesh.

There was so much love and adoration in his eyes as he worked his sub into a lustful frenzy.

Before he knew it, Ryker’s hand was underneath his desk, pushing down hard on his dick. A vision of him and Bass doing those acts was so clear in his mind it had him leaking in his perfectly tailored slacks.
Fuck, the last thing I
need is come stains in my pants for the rest of the day.
Ryker had to release his dick and close down the site.
This is not the place or time for this.

Ryker’s next thought made him frown and rub his tired eyes. “What if he’s just like the other Dom’s? Only interested in humiliating me,” he whispered brokenheartedly into his empty office. Ryker’s mind went back to that dreaded night at the bondage club so many years ago. The memories were fresh, as if it were yesterday. He squeezed his eyes closed at the moisture pooling in the corners. Images flashed across his closed eyes like a scary movie trailer. A vivid picture of his skin ripping open, and the violent snap of a whip jerked Ryker back to the present. “God. Will I ever find my master?”