Page 20 of Shrouded Desires
Storm thought carefully for before speaking. “Look at this way. I want to make sure you’re the best you, which means as a dominant I need to assure myself that you’re getting enough sleep, food, pain and physical release to be centered.”
Raine looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding. “I suppose that makes sense.” Then he frowned. “I’m not used to having such a restriction. Not to say that I’m a horn dog or anything, but you seriously want me to wake you at five a.m. to ask permission?”
“Five a.m.?” Surely the boy wasn’t serious.
Raine shrugged. “If I do masturbate it’s usually in the shower. I shower at five in the morning.”
A very graphic image of Raine standing under the pounding spray, his cock in hand filled Storm’s head. A very intriguing thought but not one tempting enough to rouse him at o’dark thirty during off season. “Maybe we should switch your showering habits to the evening.” Storm finally croaked.
Tipping his head thoughtfully, Raine seemed to think about it, then nodded. “I can do that, Sir. I can always ask before you head downstairs to the club.”
Drawing a deep breath, Storm gently lifted Raine from his lap. “Sounds good to me.” After standing Raine on his feet in front of him, he gestured to the other man’s clothing. “Strip boy. So, we can get on with our day. Vendors will be here shortly.”
A flush crept up Raine’s neck, but he obeyed, making quick work of his clothing. It didn’t take long for him to strip down to nothing. The whole time however, Storm kept his gaze locked on Raine’s face. It wasn’t until the boy shifted from one foot to another and dropped his gaze to the floor that Storm let his own gaze leave Raine’s face.
He tried to stay detached as he visually traced over the masculine form standing in front of him. Narrow shoulders with some definition, not body builders but healthy muscle tone sloped down to well-formed arms. His pecs were a work of art with the silver bar bells that pierced each mauve colored nipple. His torso had a smattering of hair that circled a sexy ass naval before accenting a slender softened cock and a furred set of balls. The same tawny colored curls covered thighs that were dimpled with scars. Some were silvery in color while others with pink, testifying to their newness. A closer glance revealed that they almost looked like…smiley faces? Then it dawned on him, he was seeing the contours of the top of a BIC style lighter. The boy hadn’t been burning but branding himself. He could only imagine the amount of pain that the hot metal had caused – especially to leave scars like this.
Hesitantly he reached out to touch one, his gaze flying up to meet Raine’s. “How old?”
Raine bit his lip, then released it. “Some are ten years old.” He swallowed hard. “The first time was when I was fifteen.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “The newest are…eighteen months or so?”
“And Max knew about these?”
Raine squirmed a bit, before answering. “The older one’s yes. The new ones…no.”
“And why not?” Storm growled.
“Master quit doing inspections two years in.” Raine shrugged. “The burns are a coping mechanism. Not a good one, but there it is. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to explode. The pressure gets too much and…I find myself with a lighter and…afterward I’m ashamed. Master is so proud of the fact I stopped.”
“But you haven’t.” Storm tugged Raine toward him so he was standing between Storm’s parted thighs. “I won’t make that mistake, Raine. Understand? As long as our arrangement stands, I will be checkingyouevery morning and every night.”
“Yes, Sir.”
As close as Raine was he could see the erratic thrum of the boy’s pulse. Did the boy find his closeness disturbing? Or arousing? A quick glance down showed the latter as Raine’s dick began to thicken before Storm’s very eyes. He filed that bit of information away for later. Perhaps he could use the boy’s attraction as an alternative to the self-harm? He wouldn’t mind at all doling out hand-jobs or a possible blow job to keep Raine at an even keel. He ignored the voice inside his head that mocked the very idea.Like it would be a sacrifice to get up close and personal with him. You’ve wanted him since the moment you saw him sprawled all over Max’s bedding.
He wanted to tell the voice to fuck off, but instead grumbled out an order to Raine instead. “Get dressed. The first vendor will be here in less than twenty. We’re not giving them a free show.”
Raine flinched. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Nine
Taking a deep breath, Raine carefully nudged open the door to the Gold Room with his foot. It’d been at least two years since he’d actually entered the room. In fact, it was probably just before Master and Lizzie had moved into their finished home. He barely noticed the cleaned surfaces nor the fact that dust clothes had been removed from the furniture. The cleaning service he’d called had done their normal stellar job. But at the moment, he could’ve cared less as he balanced between his hands a tray loaded not only with plates, cutlery, and bags of steaming seafood, but a pitcher of iced tea and a couple bottles of water. He was hungry.
For this first night, he’d gone simply with takeout, since the kitchen hadn’t been stocked to feed one man let alone two.And I’m sure that Storm would rather not have pb and j.It was Raine’s go to meal of choice. Quick, easy, and he could order chunky peanut butter, and blackberry jelly in bulk. Add to it some fresh fruit now and again, and he was a happy camper. However, with Storm in residence, he’d have to reinstate the grocery service he’d used while Master and Lizzie had resided at the club. He just hoped they were still in business.
“Damn, something smells awesome.” Storm came out of the bathroom, wearing a burgundy towel around his trim waist as well as one slung over his broad shoulders. Raine almost swallowed his tongue at all the dark skin on display. It took all his concentration to not trip over his own tongue. The same tongue he wanted to use to trace over the various tattoos doting Storm’s torso.Damn, there should be a law about a man looking that damned good in nothing but a towel.
“I ordered the Family Feast from...” he rattled off the name of local seafood restaurant. “...it has a little bit of everything, since I didn’t know what foods you like, Sir.”
“Seafood?” Storm stalked over to him much like a panther. “There is no wrong seafood, Raine.” He lifted the tray from Raine’s hands. “Come along. You can set the table while I go get dressed.”
“Yes, Sir.” Raine dutifully trailed after Storm. He waited until Storm set the tray down and disappeared into the closet to get dressed.
The same closet Raine would be sleeping in tonight. He’d already moved a few comfort items as well as things he couldn’t function without into the cozy space. Luckily, he’d never removed the cot that Master had installed in the closet. It had just needed to be remade with fresh linens and covered with the quilt his mamaw had made for him several years ago. It wasn’t lost him, however, that the cot was the same size as his current bed. He found comfort in the tight quarters even now. He shook his head, and told himself to get his head out of the clouds. Sir wouldn’t be pleased if he came out and found the table not set.
He quickly unpacked the food, set up the single place setting, then opened the food. He stuck serving spoons into each of the takeout containers. He’d just poured the iced tea into one glass when Storm reappeared. The other man was dressed in a white tank and tan chinos that showed off his well-formed physique. Raine rubbed his sudden damp palms over his own shorts.
“Looks good.” Storm sat down in the only chair in the room. He looked over the offerings, then frowned. “Are you not planning on eating, Raine?”
