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  "Then you're going to have to come and get me." Chuckling darkly, he kicked his legs out, spraying a wave of water over Razer.

  Wiping his face, Razer growled and took off after him. The stronger swimmer, he had Blake in his clutches in seconds. "You're mine." Dragging Blake's body to his chest, he moaned as he crushed his mouth over his lover's, tasting the sweet essence of the man.

  Blake wrapped his arms around him and ground his hips back and forth across Razer's groin until the friction sent a series of waves over their heated bodies. He entwined his fingers in Razer's long hair and yanked his head, breaking the kiss. "You're going to have to fight to get me," Blake breathed as he nipped Razer's bottom lip, drawing the tender flesh inside of his mouth.

  Razer kicked out hard in the water, the momentum building until he pushed Blake against the side of the pool. "You belong to me tonight to do exactly what I say." Barely able to recognize his husky voice, he tipped his head back and howled quietly, telling the world around them Blake was his for the taking.

  "What do you want?"

  Razer studied Blake's sensuous features and pressed his thumb across the seam of his mouth before pressing it inside. "What do I want?"

  "Mmmm…." Blake sucked Razer's thumb, dragging his tongue across the tip as he slid his hand down to cup Razer's cock, caressing and tugging the base as his body shivered.

  Razer savored the feeling as he breathed in the heady scent of the man before removing his finger and lowering his head to lick the side of Blake's cheek down to his chin and further down to nip his Adam's Apple.

  Blake moaned and tilted his head back as he grabbed for the edge of the pool, trying desperately to keep his head above water. "Fuck! You're on fire tonight."

  "I want to fuck you hard," Razer growled and licked down further as he pushed Blake's body out of the water. With one hand he kept him aloft as he brushed the other over Blake's chest, pinching his nipple until his lover groaned. Leaning forward, Razer licked the hard bud before biting down.

  "Shit!" Blake struggled to grab his arms, his breath coming in strangled pants. "You…shit…"

  Razer moved to his other nipple, licking and sucking before biting down harder this time, knowing how much Blake enjoyed a touch of pain with his pleasure. "Are you ready for me to fuck that sweet ass of yours?"

  "I…oh…" Blake panted as he tried to move away from the wall.

  "You ready for me inside your tight ass?" It wasn't a question as much as a statement of what would happen.

  Purring, Blake gazed into Razer's eyes. "You can't handle me."

  As the mischievous glint in his eye shimmered in the moonlight, Razer growled. "Oh no?"

  "No." Blake pushed solidly against Razer's chest and maneuvered away from his body, swimming quickly toward the other end of the pool.

  The cat and mouse game was nothing more than a delicious show and Razer licked his lips before kicking out from the wall and swimming toward his lover, his powerful legs pumping hard.

  Blake managed to make it to the end of the pool and to the gentle sloping of wide stairs before Razer grabbed him. "Ooooohhh!"

  "You're not getting away." Razer lifted Blake's body out of the water and onto all fours. "I mean it." Placing the tip of his cock at Blake's dark entrance, he impaled his ass in one long plunge. "God I love making love with you."

  " Aaaaahhhhh! " Blake threw his head back and yelped before cutting off the sound. Clawing the cement, he sucked in his breath and lowered his head in complete acquiescence to the man that had been his lover for so long.

  Razer kicked out Blake's legs and gripped Blake's hips as he began driving into him in slow, deliberate strokes forcing the man to accept all Razer had to give. "Does it feel good?"

  "Yyyyyeessss…" Blake hissed. Arching his back, he struggled with his position as the water lapped around them.

  Razer plunged in and out of his tight ass as Blake's muscles clamped around him, milking his seed from the base of his cock. His balls ached with the need to cum and as he continued thrusting in frantic motions, the water created a wave over their heated bodies, pulsing against the side of the pool. The sound reverberated into the night sky, fluttering into the cool breeze.

  "More?"

  "Yes!"

  "Harder?"

  "God…yyyyeeeesss!" Blake could barely speak, his words nothing more than scattered pants.

  His fingers digging into the tender flesh of Blake's hips, Razer drove in harder until he could no longer hold back his orgasm. "I'm cumming!"

  "Yes!"

  "Oh God...ohohoh…yes!" Razer bit back a scream as seed rushed from his swollen balls and raced up his shaft. As he exploded inside Blake's ass, a rush of adrenaline dragged his very soul onto the shoals of brazen rapture. He wasn't sure if he wasn't feeling something as close to love as he'd ever felt. And it scared him to death.

  ****

  "I like this one, Tim. He's beautiful. Can I take a taste?" He hissed as he ran a finger down Razer's back.

  Razer fought screaming as he stared up at his master who held the chain tightly, jerking his head up.

  "For a price, Joel." Tim cooed and yanked the chain again. "You eye your visitors, slut. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, master," Razer breathed.

  "You need to tame this one," Joel chuckled as he stepped back, glancing down at the Razer.

  "Are you sure you don't need some help here?"

  Tim inhaled and entwined his fingers in Razer's hair. "Not yet. I'm having way too much fun showing him off and toying with him. He's going to the ranch next week."

  Razer's ears perked up. He shivered knowing exactly what that meant. So many went to the ranch to be trained as dogs and so many didn't return. Suddenly the collar seemed tight around his neck. Closing his eyes, he controlled his breathing as he always did during times of punishment. It was the only way he could survive the torture.

  "If you're sending him to the ranch it must mean this beautiful creature is worth more than I thought. I'll give you two thousand dollars for one night before he goes," Joel said as he sucked in his breath.

  Leaning over slowly, Tim pressed a single finger into the man's chest. "And what will you give me after his return?"

  Razer heard the words but went inside the special place that kept him sane. Fighting the shakes that always garnered additional strikes of the whip, he swallowed hard and remained still.

  Joel smiled and knelt down. "May I touch?"

  "Certainly," Tim stroked Razer slowly.

  Joel cocked his head and reached out, lifting Razer's chin with a finger. "You have incredible eyes. I bet you're a damn good fuck. Lift him if you will."

  "Certainly. Up, pet." Tim wrapped his hand around the chain and pulled Razer to his knees.

  "Show the man your wears."

  Razer shook and clenched his fist closed as the man called Joel cooed and grazed his hand down Razer's chest before cupping his cock and balls. He winced and bit back a moan as Joel squeezed hard. He wasn't to speak no matter what.

  "Very nice. He's thick and long and you've done well with him so far. I love seeing the cock ring on him. Very sexy. If he comes out better than he goes in then I'll give you ten thousand for one night upon his return."

  "Deal," Tim growled.

  "Not so fast!" Joel held up a finger as he rose from the floor. He sniffed and turned his hungry gaze toward Tim. "As long as I get to have him my way."

  Razer blinked furiously. Everyone on the circuit knew what Joel enjoyed and as Razer's heart skipped, he knew he was going to break free of his imprisonment before that night could ever happen.

  Tim sighed and allowed Razer to slide down on all fours. "Very well but he's not to be harmed permanently."

  Joel snickered and pulsed his finger inside his mouth as he stared down at Razer. "Very well."

  As he sauntered away, he glanced back once, blowing a kiss.

  "You're coming up in the world. I'll make sure you have a few more scraps of goodies tonight."
/>   "No!" Razer fought hard, striking out into the darkness, his heart racing. Unable to breathe, he clasped a hand over his heart and moaned, almost falling out of bed. While he knew where he was, the visions kept him from understanding what was around him. Flashes of light marred his vision as echoes of his screams filtered into his ears.

  "I got you, Razer. It's okay."

  "What? No! NO!" Razer fought with his captor, scrambling to get out of his reach. "Please don't! No. No! I'll be good!"

  "Razer, its Blake. Blake. Blake," Blake whispered softly as he held Razer, forcing him to stop moving. Using every bit of strength he had, he forced him to stay on the bed as they both panted.

  "No…no…I…I…" Razer lolled his head and sucked in his breath. He knew Blake was holding him and the damning vision was just that but as he gulped air, he struggled to calm his breathing. "I'm…okay…I'm…"

  "Just shut up and let me hold you," Blake breathed.

  Razer dropped his head and sighed. "Why now?"

  Blake eased back and took Razer's hand. "Because it's time to let go." As he took Razer's head into his hands and pressed a kiss across his lips, he whispered softly, "you're ready to let go. One of the reasons you can't love me is that I don't want to be anybody's Dom and you need that in your life. Whether you choose to admit it after what Tim did to you or not, it's true. I think finding the right one is the only way you're ever going to heal."

  "I…"

  Blake held his finger over Razer's mouth. "Don't argue with me. You're well versed in what true loving Dom/sub relationship means and Tim was nothing but a fucking sadist. That's not what you signed up for and certainly not normal. I wish I could give you what you need but I can't. When you do find a Dom that'll nurture you and provide the trust you need, your life will be complete. Until then, you're going to have the flashbacks. While I honestly believe you should consider talking with a doctor, I know you won't. I gave you my gift as a method of reminding you that something else exists out there."

  Razer looked away, unsure what to say. "You amaze me. I wish you weren't going."

  "In a way I do too but you know I'm just a crutch right now. You need and deserve more."

  Razer smiled. Blake was absolutely right. "When are you leaving?"

  Blake sighed deeply. "Soon. Too soon."

  Morning dawned with a bright stream of sun sliding past the thin blinds. Razer heard Blake leave almost an hour before but somehow couldn't rouse himself from bed. The nightmare had taken its toll on his soul. Turning over, he stared out the window as he wrapped his arm around the soft pillow. Blake was right. While the damning experience with Phillip might've sealed his fate straight into hell, Razer was determined to find his way out of the muck.

  Rolling over, he threw the pillow hard against the wall and hissed. "Damn it!" Climbing out of bed, he stumbled into the bathroom and tilted his head to stare at his reflection. "A cross between hell and a hot night." Chuckling, he turned on the cold water and threw a handful on his face. Gripping the counter, he licked the remnants off and watched the water trickle into the drain, the sound somehow comforting.

  Razer sighed and shuffled into the kitchen for some strong coffee and a jolt of reality.

  Perhaps it was time to start looking for manual labor jobs. He was strong as an ox and could work with almost any tool. After he made coffee and turned the machine on, he grabbed the paper and sat at the kitchen counter, scoping the want ads.

  Fifteen minutes and two cups of coffee later, he growled, pitching the paper to the floor.

  "Argh!" Brushing his hands through his hair, he jerked up and walked into the living room, the vibrant blue cover of the gift drew his attention to the bar. "I can't do it. I just can't," he said under his breath yet he walked toward the bar as if drawn to the information inside. Fingering the gold lettering, he tried to remember exactly what Blake said. For life? Razer had heard of such exclusive clubs. They were cropping up more as relationships were destroyed and more and people struggled with the depressed economy, yet he'd never investigated something so incredulous.

  Grabbing the brochure, he leaned against the bar and flipped through the pages. Being owned by a monster for two years had been the most horrific period of his entire life and in truth, he'd willingly entered into the situation. Having craved the attention of a man since he was a young boy, Tim was sophisticated, wealthy and in the beginning, he was wonderful. Razer gazed out to the deck. Suddenly Tim wanted more. The first clubs were fairly benign with the typical punishment stations and group sex but as Tim grew bored, he began searching for other methods of enjoyment.

  Oddly enough, the club that Tim belonged to catered to a clientele that was certainly darker and more savage in their flavors. Blake knew this would be a cathartic moment for him. There was no doubt Razer continued to crave the lifestyle of being a submissive but the situation had to be right and the relationship based on trust and love, not about inflicting pain or watching others attempt to break Razer's spirit.

  He eyed the web address. If Blake thoroughly checked out Male Order then that gave Razer at least an initial level of comfort. Padding to his desk, he turned on his laptop and waited. It would have to be the perfect situation with the perfect man or he wouldn't meet the guy, period. Could there be the one man out there that he could fall head over heels in love with?

  Studying the home page of the corporation, Razer had to admit he was intrigued. As he surfed and read the testimonials, he grew hungry for more information. If Razer agreed, he answered on line questions and went for a detailed physical. After that he had a phone interview then a meeting with the owner of the company before he was allowed to even talk to anyone on line.

  Rubbing his face, Razer sat back in his chair and thought about it. What could it hurt? He could talk to the group and if he didn't like it then he could back out, right? Remembering what Blake said, he sorted the papers. Blake had already set up the appointment for the physical.

  "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" He grinned and shook his head. Blake was determined. Turning his gaze back to the screen, he entered in the log in information and a welcome screen instantly popped up. "It's now or never guy."

  Clicking on the interview questions button, he gazed down the list and sighed. Razer was going to be in the chair for a good while.

  ****

  Trenton Masters stared at the final design of the Pryor house and grimaced. Homeowners should never be allowed to have final say in an architectural schematic and yet his junior man allowed the two to intervene at the last moment. While the requested change was doable, it wouldn't garner his firm any award winning magazine covers. That was certain. Still, the clients were well paying and had connections. Masters and Associates wasn't suffering but given the current economy, he enjoyed driving his Porsche and planned on keeping it that way.

  "Mr. Masters. You have a guest."

  He turned as gazed at his assistant. "Thanks, Sheila. Who this time?" For some reason there'd been one too many visitors over the last two weeks and the interruptions caused him to work well into the night. He was exhausted and needed a vacation.

  "Just me," the man said as he pushed past Sheila, giving her a once over before settling his eyes on Trenton. "You know, the one you live with sometimes. Do you remember me or should I introduce myself?"

  Trenton shook his head. "Thanks, Sheila."

  "Dyson Withers, nice to meet you." Dyson stuck out his hand, his grin mischievous.

  Sheila nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her.

  "I'm not ignoring you," Trenton sighed. He was well aware their relationship had suffered over the last few months. There was too much work and not enough hours and somewhere in between he had a business to run.

  "Could have fooled me. I tried you on your cell phone three times today."

  "I was in meetings all morning."

  "You mean like every day," Dyson lifted his eyebrow and leaned over Trenton's desk. "We need some fun time. We need some us time
and I'm not taking no for an answer."

  They did need some time together and while they'd grown apart to the point Trenton was considering asking Dyson to move out, he realized it wasn't fair given his work-load as of late.

  "You're right."

  "Dinner tonight."

  Trenton shook his head. "That I can do."

  "You say that every day."

  "That I will do."

  "That's better. Maybe I'll have to spank your little ass. Oh wait, you're the Dom here. I keep forgetting. Not that I'd know. When was the last time we made love or spent any time in our luscious playroom?"

  Trenton smiled. "I hear you." He thought about their playroom. A fortune had been spent on the top notch equipment and it was rarely used. It wasn't just about time. Dyson merely tolerated being a sub. He had no intentions of truly living the lifestyle. Perhaps they both knew they were biding time until something better came along. While he hated to think that way, Trenton knew Dyson was much more vanilla that he'd care to admit and Trenton wanted nothing more than to teach his lover to be exactly what they both needed.

  "Uh-huh. I know you too damn well. I could call for reservations in the finest restaurant in Atlanta and you'd call at the last minute with some unknown client that just happened upon your doorstep. I'm beginning to think you don't want me in your life."

  Opening and closing his mouth, Trenton wanted to deny the words but he knew better.

  "Dinner tonight. Your choice and then we'll grab a movie after or go to a club like we used to."

  "A club? What clubs have we ever gone to together? Honestly. Think about it, Trenton. Since I moved in almost three years ago we've been home bodies. Not that I don't adore your fabulous home but something has to give here. We're stale, stagnant and old."

  "Speak for yourself!" Trenton admonished but Dyson was right and the last club Trenton dragged him into had turned Dyson's stomach with their state of creative proclivities. It had taken him a solid week to convince Dyson he didn't want to crucify him on some cross. He chuckled from the memory but the event bothered Trenton to the point that he'd sworn off going out.