Page 9 of Dark Passion

“But then you know what I want—” Julian said before I cut him off.

“I’m not in any position to give you what you want any more. I’m in love—”

“So I hear. And you’re playing house all complete with your pain room.”

I decided to sit because it seemed that Julian had known more about me than I thought, and I wanted to talk and that would be the last favor he’d get from me.

He stared and then he rose from that comfortable chair, strolled around to where I’d been sitting, and stood behind me, placed both hands on my hair, and I shuddered. “I loved that hair of yours, remember, so dark and thick.” He threaded his fingers through my hair.

No I didn’t remember because I wanted to forget everything about my life with him. “Thick,” He hummed, when he leaned and smelled my cheek. “I can’t forget that scent. Jasmine and musk. The only thing that’s changed is you’re a man now, but I still think of you as my boy—” He kissed me on the cheek, and that took me back to when I first met him, and he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He showered me with the finest of things. Anything my young heart desired, he’d once said.

My eyes opened wide, and I realized what he was doing, and it was then I found myself. “Can we cut the shit and get on with what you want from me.”

“You know what I want.” He strolled over to his liquor cabinet, reached for a bottle and poured a glass. Then held up another glass, and dangled it. I nodded my headyes.“As I said you know what I want from you, but since you choose to play coy with me, I guess I have to come out and say it...” He handed me my drink, and I drank it in one gulp. “I want you. Not Cole or that little freak, Charlie, but I want you to come back to me.”

“That can never happen. Now where are my dogs?”

“They’re safe and when you agree to my offer, I’ll ring this bell and you can take them home with you.”

~*~

When I woke, I wason my stomach staring down at a silk white pillow, and I was naked. I turned over to see Julian next to me naked also, and smiling. “What did you do to me? All I remember is you handing me a drink.” I scrambled to turn over and sit up, but I couldn’t. However, I kept trying, and eventually I turned my tired spent body over to face him and that smirk on his face.

I glanced up at Julian. “You drugged me. Is that how you get your men now, you drug them?”

“I don’t have to drug anyone, but you looked tired and upset, and I may have slipped something in your drink to relax you. I used to do that before sex, but you never complained then.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Julian? This is not a game. You are fucking with me and I’m a man now, and no matter what you desire or want, it’s not going to happen. And you can’t make it happen.”

“I tried.” He hunched his shoulder palming his cock. “Now you can get dressed, take your irritable difficult dogs with you, and go home and give your partner an excuse, and I will be seeing you later.”

“I don’t think so.” I watched his amazing body for a man his age saunter across the floor. His shoulders wide, ass tight and small, and thighs hard as a rock. He stopped, but never turned around.

“I wouldn’t be sure of that if I were you,” he said, this time in a threatening voice. I had heard that voice before when I asked to leave his home and get my own apartment. I thought I was twenty-five then and coming into my own as a man. Then he stepped forward with a furrowed brow, his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but he disappeared behind a hidden door leading to another room. Where? I never knew, because I wasn’t permitted to explore the mansion when my curiosity piqued, and I wanted to know where Julian went when he left the private bedroom we shared.

I checked my body, and there wasn’t a mark on me, and there were no signs that he’d forced himself on me either, or brought in someone to teach me a lesson. Maybe I’d gotten too old for that, which wasn’t the case when I was in my twenties.

But then I didn’t think he would do the things I imagined. Julian had an ego, and he never wanted to think that he had to force himself on a man or boy to get what he desired. He knew his charm, good looks, and body could persuade any man to go to his knees for him.But he never would go to his knees for anyone, but me,I thought.

That was his kink, to suck my cock until I’d come over and over, until I’d been spent and couldn’t leave him, but one day I found the will, and I walked away from him, and never returned until I had the strength to say no.

Julian knew after our conversation it was over for us, and that made him dangerous.

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