Page 1 of Dark Seduction

Chapter 1

Daniel

I’d invested too muchtime in my personal relationship with Cole, and not enough in my liquor business, “Pluck the Cherry.” I gave Ryan full rein and a promise of a partnership if he could get the money together to buy into that business. I hadn’t had a life since the epidemic, and when Cole left me, I was at my darkest moment, feeling despondent and dark-hearted on the ledge as someone said, and no one to pull me back. I stayed there until he came home.

In that time I could have gone back to my dark passion by the name of Julian Page.

I think the only thing that prevented me from slipping back to a life I didn’t want to speak about was Cole had left me a responsibility which had proven to be a Godsend. I found myself when I had to care for a puppy, named Sam, which proved to be worse than caring for a baby.

That was the time I felt damaged and needed time away from work. But now I didn’t feel that way, since Cole had come back to me and given me a second chance to be happy once more.

I had taken time off to be with Cole because to me that was all that mattered. The nights and days were wonderful spent with him. Eating and talking, retiring to bed early and late to lie in each other’s arms, and to have his body next to mine. Although the dogs had begun to consume our lives, and I’d become aware that we both had to go to work, and everything would change again there too.

I raised my head, listening for sounds, but we barely heard a peep out of Sam and his new companion, who Cole and I adopted immediately after the puppy was forced on us by Ryan and Jay.

We were a couple now, and had responsibilities together even though we had jobs we had to show up for to maintain our lifestyles in this difficult economy.

We did manage to do everything together, including walking the dogs. We rose at dawn each morning to go on a leisurely stroll after kissing and fondling each other, and through that we hardly noticed that daylight savings time had changed.

Lying together with our dogs in bed with them invading our space had taken on a new meaning for me, and I was sure Cole. I never could get used to a dog sleeping on my bed, but it appeared to be natural for Cole.

Growing up in a small apartment in New York, my mom said that she couldn’t afford a small dog, let alone a large one, but she’d get me a cat, because cats were useful for a number of reasons. Well, I wasn’t really a cat person, so I told her it was okay. I didn’t want to overburden her.

No longer could we roll over and make love when we felt like it in bed, because one of us had to get up early and late to feed the dogs, and clean up behind one or both. We realized we had to make time for our passions, which meant signaling that we would take our passion to the shower and to our playroom.

Whenever we found the dogs were asleep, we visited the shower or the room, on their schedule, and not ours. However, we discovered a way to work around things whenever our desires became too intense to be quelled. Our darkest passions could be fulfilled by BDSM in any number of ways and places. We even locked ourselves in my large walk-in closet when the animals were asleep.

We came alive during that time, and it sustained us and brought us together in ways I couldn’t imagine. I never wanted to be far from Cole, but the reality of life would eventually take over, and we’d have to go to our jobs, me at the bar, and Cole would go to his office building. It was heaven for me, but nothing lasted and I knew it wouldn’t, so we tried to make those days with each other memorable in any way we could.

The first night we visited the room was to reacquaint ourselves with what we’d enjoyed the most. There, Cole had taken over when I relinquished my top position as the Master over him.

“What do you want, Daniel?” He extended his hand showing me the restraints, but I sauntered around the bench, and pointed to the leather crop. Cole smiled.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“I think I need this for the way I behaved.” I had been surly and hardheaded, and not at all patient when it came to Sam. My thoughts about Julian. If Cole knew what I had been thinking just before he stood at my door with Sam in his hand, he would have approved, and my ass would have been sore for days.

I stripped the second night Cole had come home to me, and stood in front of him. When I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down, and he swiped his tongue over his lips, I knew he found me as attractive and desirable that night as I’d felt about him.

I’d been worried about what he thought of me. Whether I’d let myself go, which I had somewhat. He hadn’t seen me when I’d dropped weight and couldn’t wear my clothing, and had to purchase a new wardrobe. I didn’t recognize myself either. I looked like a man of twenty when I stared into the mirror, a man who had stumbled into a creature like Julian Page, whose only desire was to break a boy like me.

As time passed and I found a life for myself, I began to recognize the man I’d become today. I did manage to keep in shape by running after Sam, and worrying about everything imaginable. One of the things was, who was Cole fucking, or letting himself be fucked? All that worry, confusion, and low self-worth disappeared the moment Cole sauntered into my life, and when he’d resurfaced with Sam in his arms.

If Sam hadn’t gone back to Cole’s old apartment, and Cole thought to look there, I didn’t know where we’d be today.I guess that’s just life. You end up where you shouldn’t, and as you keep living, you end up where you’re supposed to be.

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