DeVante's Coven (26 page)

He shifted and tipped Daniel off his chest and slid over him, using his body to cover the boy, somehow wanting to protect him from the world. Maybe protect him from himself. He raised his hands to card through Daniel’s pretty blond hair, then traced his fingers down the sides of the boy’s face, gently caressing the barely visible scars.

He pictured Daniel on his hands and knees, clad only in a leather harness, mouth stretched wide open by a ball gag, eyes on fire with fear and desire… Everything in Reed tightened and he felt a surge of joyous power. In time, he told himself, all in good time. He would tease and tantalize until they slid into their roles.

But he held the vision of Daniel in bondage, Daniel pleading with wordless moans, as he slid his hand between their bodies and stroked Daniel until he was leaking.

And then he tested his knowledge. His hands skimmed across Daniel’s skin, a light touch at the base of Daniel’s neck bringing forth a soft sigh and a tilt of the boy’s head into Reed’s hands. Then moving one hand to the side of Daniel’s face, the boy’s head turning to nuzzle him, turning further to place a kiss to his palm.

A tongue to Daniel’s ear brought his cock jerking upward. A gentle tug on the soft light hair under Daniel’s arm made him moan. A tickle there made him chuff with silent laughter.

A press of Reed’s fingers under Daniel’s chin and he threw back his head with a groan.

Reed listened to Daniel’s music as his hands played him, knowing just where to touch and bite and press to bring sounds from Daniel’s lips, creating the erotic soundtrack that always accompanied their coupling. Daniel’s body kept no secrets, and Reed wondered briefly when it was that he had come to know the boy’s every inch as if this body were his own.

He had to push the thought aside or it would terrify him.

Daniel’s eyes stared up at him, impossibly fucking bright, and he asked, “Is that a yes?”

Chapter 29



How to claim a boy

Reed sat on a stool at the breakfast counter, sliding the thin leather strap through his fingers, waiting for the kid to show up, thinking he must be a complete lunatic to even consider for one moment the plan he had in mind for the evening. Maybe he was.

He’d made a stop at the adult toy store to buy a gag gift for Maggie and Sophia, who were driving up the coast to visit Sophia’s parents for the weekend. Reed figured a new toy might loosen things up. Hell, he thought maybe he’d buy one of those crazy vibrators with lights and rotating beads and what have you, have it gift-wrapped, and ask Sophia to present it to her parents as a housewarming gift. He laughed to himself. Things probably couldn’t get much looser after that. So there he was, browsing, when his eyes settled on a round wire rack of dog collars, and it was almost like a joke; thin strands of rhinestones, wide spiked black leather, even, for God’s sake, stainless steel choke chains. Reed glanced at the cardboard sign on the top of the display that showed the product name to be, “Here, Boy!” and laughed out loud. Jesus, some of the shit that perverted queens spend their money on… but he thought of Daniel with Leonard, thought of their discussion last night, and found himself stopping to twirl the rack, only half chuckling. When he saw a thin plain strip of black leather with a small silver buckle, he had a sudden vision of the thing encircling Daniel’s smooth white neck; his cock went from silly sleepy to rock hard. The next instant the collar, which was only about a half an inch wide, was in his hand and he was thinking… fantasizing… about fastening it around the boy’s neck, taking him out to ‘Teasers, showing him off.

Let any twink in the place dare to approach Daniel then.

He’d browsed the shop for a few more minutes, bought something else, too, but that would wait for later.

Before Daniel disappeared in the wee morning hours, Reed had asked him to stop by tonight before hitting the clubs. Now he was glad he did. It wouldn’t have been as much fun to have to track the boy down to bring him to heel. And soon… soon… Reed would see the collar black and stark against Daniel’s white skin… he sucked in his breath just picturing it.

Daniel, bless his little blond soul, was already perfectly dressed to play a stellar part in Reed’s new fantasy. He was wearing black jeans with black boots, and a red t-shirt with the word PRINCESS in black lettering across the chest. He looked good enough to eat. Or to put on display.

“Come upstairs. I bought something for you.” Reed imagined again how the black collar would look around Daniel’s sweet throat, and thought he might have to fuck Daniel before they could go anywhere.

“You bought something for me? Like what?” Daniel’s smile grew brighter, if such a thing were even possible, and quicker than a blink he dashed up the iron spiral steps that led to the loft, leaving Reed to follow. Daniel hung over the iron balcony and stared down at Reed. “So what is it?”

“You’ll see. Patience, young one.” He held up the small brown bag and crinkled it in his hand. “It’s nothing big…”

When he reached the loft he went to Daniel, wrapped his arms around him, and claimed the boy’s mouth with his own, tongue sliding past Daniel’s lips to explore his hot wet warmth. Daniel moaned and pressed his body against Reed, dropping one hand to seek Reed’s cock through his pants.

“Whoa there, boy,” Reed pulled slightly away from Daniel, capturing his hand and holding onto it. “Not yet.” He crackled the bag. “First things first…” He slipped the thin leather band out of the bag and held it up, staring into Daniel’s eyes and feeling the glimmering zap that traced its way down his spine whenever their eyes made direct contact. It was something he’d never felt with anyone else.

Daniel reached out a hand, fingering the leather. “A necklace?” As if he’d forgotten the whole discussion they’d had last night about Leonard. Maybe he was being obtuse on purpose.

“No.” Reed pulled Daniel to him, turned him around so Daniel was facing away, his back and butt against the front of Reed’s body. He stroked Daniel’s throat gently as he placed the strap against his neck, fastening the shining silver buckle at the back, then turning Daniel by the shoulders so the boy faced him, Reed’s hands lightly looped behind Daniel’s neck. Reed stared into Daniel’s eyes. “It’s a collar.”

Daniel reacted physically to the word. His eyes widened and pupils dilated, nostrils flared, and he recoiled into Reed’s hands as if he would have stepped back if Reed had not been holding onto him. “Collar,” he whispered, and his posture slouched the faintest bit, almost as if he became smaller in that moment. His eyes went soft and unfocused, even as his cock went rock hard against Reed’s groin, and he leaned his head against Reed’s chest, letting his body relax and mold against Reed. “A collar,” he breathed.

Reed fingered the leather at Daniel’s neck with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around Daniel’s lean body. He thought he might laugh at Daniel’s drama until he looked through the bathroom doorway to the mirror that reflected their images back to him. Eyes on the mirror, he slid his hands beneath Daniel’s t-shirt and pulled it up, over the boy’s head. Now the reflection was pure porn, man and boy, and the raw beauty of it brought a rush of breath up from his very center. Oh yeah, one perverse grown man; one nasty, naughty little boy. Daniel raised his head and his eyes were filled with lust, his lips parted; he was almost panting. Reed’s cock reacted to the dual image, mirror and flesh, with a surge of blood and an ache that turned his escaped breath into a sigh. He pulled Daniel even closer, held him in a tight embrace. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

“Do it,” Daniel whispered, and it was all Reed needed to hear. Forget ‘Teasers, forget showing the boy off, forget everything but this moment.

They melted into each other in record time, shedding clothes, hands and lips and limbs sliding against slick skin, gasping, moaning, so good, so damn good, and this kid drove Reed wild like no one ever had and he didn’t know how to stop the heat, so he didn’t, just let his body ebb and flow against Daniel, without censure and without fear. And when he thought he might implode from wanting, or even come in a touch-less rush, he steered the boy to the bathroom, to stand before the mirrored vanity so he could look at him. Look at them together. Eyes glazed, lips swollen and bruised from hungry kisses, teeth in the way, clinking, biting. Skin sweat-slick, hair tousled.

Daniel ended up with an obvious love bite on his neck, and Reed with one on his shoulder that was actually bleeding. “You promised not to bite me,” he softly chided Daniel as he slid his arms around the boy and pressed him against the vanity, his cock pressing into the soft valley between Daniel’s buttocks. “Now I have to punish you.”

Reed’s eyes focused on the mirror image, eyes drinking in the lovely mess of his glassy-eyed boy, disheveled, wanton. God, he was fucking beautiful.

Reed ground his pelvis against Daniel’s ass as they watched themselves in the mirror, pure naked lust, both so aroused that every touch, every movement, was an agony of slow motion.

“Yes, punish me.” Daniel arched against Reed, his voice was a ragged whisper, breath hitching between the words. “Fuck me.”

Reed pulled open a vanity drawer and scrambled for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth, and had to pull away from Daniel to put it on himself. Even that was pleasure in this moment. He let his body hover over Daniel’s, raised a questioning brow, and Daniel nodded.

That was all the consent Reed needed. He wrapped his left arm around Daniel’s chest, leaned to bite his neck and plunged into his ass with only the lubricated condom to ease the way. Daniel cried out as he accepted Reed’s intrusion, breathing his name and writhing beneath Reed from the initial shock of pain. Reed slid his right hand past Daniel’s hip, wrapping it around Daniel’s cock and stroked him, matching the rhythm of his cock thrusting into Daniel’s ass. They stared into the mirror, eyes half-closed… mouths half-open… muscles taut… nerves stretched and blood coursing… low moans echoing off the bathroom walls. Four strokes, five, and Reed was already coming, and Daniel, too, and they each died the little death that was orgasm.

Afterward Daniel started to get a little too cocky for his collar. “Where’d you get this, Reed?” he asked, fingers touching the band at his throat.

Reed pulled Daniel’s hands away from it, placing them firmly at his sides. “You don’t touch that. And when you’re wearing it you don’t ask questions. Or make demands.” Reed pinched the leather band back on itself, tightening it against Daniel’s throat and holding it until the boy’s breath became shallow. “When I put this collar on you, you’re mine.”

Daniel pressed his lips together and nodded. Jesus, maybe Reed had finally found a way to shut him up. He’d have to start carrying the collar in his pocket if that was the case. For emergency use.

Now that he’d started things, he supposed he should give Daniel a hint of how to behave as a slave, so that ultimately he could be punished for misbehaving.

“When you wear this, I am commanding you to be perfect for me, to please me. If you displease me you will be punished. You’re a bright boy; you’ll learn quickly what to do and what not to do. It will start easily, but these things tend to build, sometimes to the point of losing control. Should you ever need this game to stop completely, say the word ‘September.’ It’s called a safe word. You say it and everything halts. Tell me that you understand.”

Daniel’s face was rapture. “I understand.”

And then they went to ‘Teasers. Once they were settled inside, Reed pulled Daniel’s shirt over his head, laid it on the bar, and led Daniel to the dance floor.

The club was packed and it felt like every eye in the place was on Daniel and Reed. Daniel looked terrific—young and blond and beautiful. They danced until Daniel’s body was slick with sweat, the leather collar at his throat darkening, the buckle gleaming. Reed couldn’t stop himself from touching it, smoothing his fingers over it, giving a little tug, and then smiling down at Daniel. The collar looked incredible against Daniel’s pale, smooth skin. He bent his head to Daniel’s ear and whispered, “You’re mine, little boy,” and Daniel’s answering nod and smile gave Reed’s stomach a flip.

Reed knew it had to get even more intense. He hoped Daniel could handle it.

He slipped his index finger beneath the collar and turned away, tugging Daniel behind him in a wanton, disjointed jog. Daniel went along, without protest.

That alone made Reed’s cock ache… something shifted in the boy the moment Reed buckled the leather around his neck—something happened in him that made him shy and demure, pliant to Reed’s will, and so fucking
appealing
. Reed’s cock raged against his own jeans even though he’d already fucked the boy fantastically at home.

He pulled Daniel into the bathroom.

***

Reed had his fingers looped beneath the leather collar and was pulling Daniel through ‘Teasers and Daniel was going, letting himself be pulled along, letting Reed lead the way just as he had been all evening. It was like the part of Daniel that was grown-up, the part that had thoughts and opinions and liked to argue, was just…
quiet.
It happened the moment the leather band was fastened around his throat and Reed used the word
collar
… like Daniel’s world and everything he knew slid sideways, and Daniel saw himself and Reed and all that they were from a whole new perspective, a calm quiet perspective. He couldn’t explain it any better than that. It was a kind of Mastery that neither Roderick nor DeVante had managed to get into place.

And, oh God, the sex was incredible. The quiet filled Daniel, allowed him to submit to Reed as he played Daniels mind and body, his fingers hot like branding irons against Daniel’s skin, cock filling him, stroking him from the inside… claiming Daniel for his own.