Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Clint

What a fucking mess. He respected police officers for everything they did, but when they showed up on his turf and threatened him and anyone else in the lifestyle, he got riled. Thank goodness for Tensall or he probably would have spent the night in jail. Only amateurs thought metal cuffs with no padding were a good way to get kinky.

“You sure you’re okay, Maddy?” asked Clint, patting Maddy on the shoulder again. Maddy was seated, clutching his sweater tight and pulling it down his hands over and over in a tick that he always did when he was nervous.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. To be honest, I’m shocked this place is still standing and not on fire…”

Derreck gave him a glare, and Clint chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m joking. There is no one else I would trust to take care of Unkinked. I mean that. It’s probably even cleaner than when I left.”

“And I signed on three new members while you were away.” Maddy sniffed, wiping his nose with a tissue. “There was a fourth I turned away. I’m guessing he’s the one who made that call. He was a real asshole. About a dozen red flags with him.”

Obviously Derreck hasn’t mentioned Phil.Phil was an asshole who had almost put an end to Maddy in every sense of the word. Clint had thought he’d taken care of him by making a few phone calls and some threats. Last he’d heard, Phil had been rolling around in a gutter somewhere, but apparently he’d managed to haul his way out.

He wasn’t sure if he’d have to worry about it. Derreck had had a strange look in his eye ever since he’d heard the name.

Clint nodded at Maddy, his hand bumping into Derreck’s as he tried to rub a small circle on Maddy’s back. Wincing, he lowered his hands to his sides. I know when I’m not wanted. Derreck had practically cocooned Maddy in the last few minutes, and Clint wasn’t exactly a hugger.

“Well, I’m back now,” said Clint, glancing around the open play area. They’d shut down for the night, sending everyone home with assurances and some hefty apologies. “Did you want to take the next few days off? I’m more than happy to cover for you. I’m vacationed out, frankly.”

Now that’s a fucking lie.When he closed his eyes, he could almost feel the gentle heat of the sun and the crackling of the small fire Scotland had built for him. The air was tinted with sweat from Scotland chopping wood, and the buzzing of a few distant flies that were probably driving the donkeys crazy. Better them than him.

His favorite part had been watching the donkeys play, and listening to their call that exceeded their small frames with abundance.

“I’m taking Maddy home,” said Derreck, grasping Maddy’s hand and helping him from the couch. “He’ll be back when he’s back.”

Maddy rolled his eyes. “Derreck, seriously…”

“Do you want a beating or not?” asked Derreck, raising one brow.

Maddy nodded so quickly that it probably made him dizzy. “I’ll see you in a few days, Clint.”

Clint collapsed against the same couch as soon as they left the room, rubbing his hand over his face. Man, it was good to be back, but at the same time…it wasn’t. His gut was tight in the way it hadn’t been for so long, his to-do list longer than he cared to think about.

How much equipment needed to get wiped down? There was a flogger on the ground a few feet away, not to mention the mess of ropes that would need to be coiled and returned to their rightful owners.

Weeks of rest and he was exhausted, every limb sinking into the couch until he wanted nothing more than to sleep. It would be best if that sleep wasn’t alone. At least with Scotland, he managed to catch more than a few short winks threaded with scattered nightmares.

He hadn’t seen him since he’d gone into super-save-the-day mode when the cops had taken off. In fact, it was completely possible Scotland had hitched a ride home with another couple.

It was probably for the best. Clint’s night had just begun. It didn’t make the ache go away, though.

It took him almost two hours to get everything cleaned and put away, antiseptic clinging to his skin, despite how many times he washed his hands. Maddy had obviously been looking after things in his absence, but kinksters were like toddlers. You could spend hours putting all their toys away, and they have them all back out and played with in ten minutes.

By the time he approached the door to his section of the house, his feet were nearly dragging on the floor, his eyelids drooping. He’d had too much of the good life lately, and despite catching up on years of lost sleep, he was still exhausted.

He half-expected it to be locked, but the knob turned under his hand. It was a good thing too. He’d left two bags of milk and a crap ton of veggies in the fridge that he told Maddy to feast on. It would have been awful to come back to that rotted mess.

And luckily, he trusted a few of his members enough to crash on his bed if they needed to. He hoped no one had christened the damn thing, not that it mattered much. He’d be heading for the couch. The last thing he needed was a reminder that he was sleeping alone tonight.

I hope he made it home okay.He bit his lip as he thought of Scotland. He’d been so damned busy, he hadn’t even said goodbye. If he hadn’t been so worried about Unkinked, the guilt would probably drag him the rest of the way to sleep. I’ll make it up to him. I have to.

Clint blinked as he rounded the corner into his bedroom, intent on finding the softest pair of pajamas so he could get out of Scotland’s pants. They kept catching on his heel, trying to drag down his ass every time he bent over.

There was a pair of feet in his bed. He blinked again, hesitating as he reached for the lamp. Whoever it was probably didn’t mean him any harm, but he didn’t want to wake them up with a lamplight to the face. That would make the gentlest soul grumpy.

They were lying on top of the covers, their face buried in the pillow. There was something so familiar about them that he realized who it was, even in the darkness.

Sleep was the last thing on his mind as he reached for Scotland’s ankle. His legs were naked, his ass covered only by a thin pair of black boxers that cupped the curves perfectly. He didn’t stir as Clint trailed his fingers up the back of his leg, fine hairs tickling his fingertips until he reached that smooth spot on the back of his knee.

It was vulnerable and sweet, and in seconds, Clint’s chest was full to bursting. While he’d been worrying about Unkinked, Scotland had figured out exactly where he belonged. Why am I still trying to fight it?

Ross should have been the one in his bed, snuggled up behind him and spooning him as he snored into Clint’s ear. It felt so fucking good to give himself up to Scotland, but what about taking control? With Ross it had been so easy that they’d hardly even needed to speak about it. His switch had been like a visible knob that Ross could turn on and off at will. Sub or Dom.

Can I be Scotland’s Dom?

There was so much power in being a sub—taking pain, restraint or anything the Dom gave him and being strong enough to take it and pull pleasure from it like a drug. It was the sub’s say, but the pressure was on the Dom. Everything had to be perfect, and they had to keep their sub happy, healthy and horny.

“Scotland?” Clint asked softly, dipping under the lower cuff of Scotland’s boxers until his fingertip met the curve of his ass. He was soft there, too, with only the finest hairs. Clint delved deeper until his finger traced the edge of the warmth between Scotland’s cheeks. So tight.

“Scotland?” he asked a little louder, unable to tear his hand away. He was treading a fine line of consent that he’d rather not tumble down.

“You’re good, love,” said Scotland, his voice filled with sleep. He shifted on the bed, adjusting his hips as he pressed his hole harder against Clint’s finger.

Fuck.“You’re such a good little slut,” said Clint, pulling his hand back to spit on his fingers before he moved right back to the same spot. “Sitting up here waiting for Daddy to get home to take your little ass.” He sucked air in through his teeth. It had been so long since he’d felt like a Daddy Dom, but it was just as good as the first time. “Let Daddy in.”

“Please.” Scotland’s whisper was breathy as he pushed against Clint’s finger, letting the tip inside. Silky heat engulfed Clint, the slide easy from his saliva.

“Such a greedy boy. Did you want more?” Withdrawing, Clint tugged Scotland’s boxers free, dragging Scotland to his knees. His face was still buried in the pillow, leaving him open and…vulnerable—something Clint had never expected from Scotland.

It was hard to picture a guy who could split wood with one hit and stab someone with a hundred needles as vulnerable. It was heady as hell, too. How many people had seen Scotland like this? Probably only a select few that Clint had no intention of thinking about. As far as he was concerned, this moment was just theirs.

“I didn’t know if you were coming back,” Scotland mumbled into the pillow, taking a deep breath as Clint breached him again.

His heart was thudding in his chest, his mouth dry in a way that resonated deep within him. The words slipped out of his mouth without stopping, but he didn’t realize how true they were until they were reverberating in his ears. “You can’t get rid of me now.”

Scotland tensed beneath his hand, snapping his spine rigid as he turned his head. He blinked his sleepy eyes at Clint. “Do you mean that?”

“Not unless you’re calling red,” said Clint, nibbling Scotland’s ass cheek as he hovered closer. “That’s the only way to stop me. As far as I’m concerned, this is exactly how you belong—ass up, with two fingers in your needy hole.” He slid a second finger to the knuckle, relishing the slight drag as the saliva dried. He spit once, watching the bubbles slide down Scotland’s crack until they met his buried fingers.

“I thought—”

Clint cut Scotland off as he twisted his fingers, nailing his prostate dead-on. “It’s not time for you to think right now. Put your subby hat on, and let me make you come.” Clint pressed harder, easing up when Scotland let out a whimper. His cock was red and hard, dangling toward the bed.

“I know what you thought,” said Clint, easing away and scrambling for his lube. He still kept some at the bedside table, just in case. He did run a kink establishment, after all. Turning the bedside lamp on, he got back to work.

Scotland’s breath hitched as Clint slicked his hole up, sliding three fingers deep and scissoring them wide. The pink of Scotland’s rim glistened in the lamplight. Scotland’s face was flushed, those beautiful eyes closed and forehead furrowed in obvious pleasure.

“You thought that as soon as I came back to the club, you could escape and find another man. Well, let me tell you something.” He bit Scotland’s ass cheek, sucking a mark into his skin as Scotland groaned, low and long. “I’m not sure how we are going to make it work, but we will. Someone like you, I can’t let slip through my fingers. Right, slutty boy?”

“Uh-huh.” Scotland whimpered as Clint pulled out, slicking up his cock and jamming the blunt head against Scotland’s hole. It was so soft and open that he could probably slide right inside if he wanted.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you want to be my sub.”

It was less than a second before Scotland raised himself on his hands and knees and shoved himself back, taking Clint’s cock to the inevitable base in one long move. It was tight and perfect, bringing him to the edge in a heartbeat. When was the last time I felt this good?

He couldn’t remember.

Scotland was perfect for him—the perfect sub, the perfect Dom and the one he wanted to risk everything for.

“Make me come,” said Clint, struggling to hold still as Scotland did just that. Yeah, I’m not letting this go. Not for anything in the world.