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  Joel tuned them out, his chair angled toward Fen.

  His boy dropped to the floor for the first part of the routine. Joel reached up and squeezed the front of his shorts as he watched Fen, his cock desperate to be buried inside his boy’s mouth.

  Eeeeeaaasssy.

  * * * *

  Fen forced himself to take June’s advice to heart and kept his gaze on Joel as much as possible as he worked through the floor section. From the dark hunger burning in Joel’s gaze, Fen knew he’d be getting a face-fucking shortly.

  He pretended he was fully naked and in their bed instead of in a dimly-lit dance studio. Instead of worrying about whether or not he was copying June perfectly, he focused on the music, on the beat, on Joel.

  Joel settled back in the chair, that sexy, one-sided smirk on his face as he spread his legs, one hand cupping the front of his shorts and squeezing that delicious cock of his through the fabric.

  As he transitioned into the pole section, he performed for his husband, letting go and letting the music wash through him. It was impossible not to feel sexy with the weight of Joel’s blatant desire swirling around him.

  He flubbed one of the tricks but turned it into a slow slide down the pole, holding on with one hand and his thighs as he trailed the fingers of his other hand slowly up his abs, circling one nipple, then the other.

  Back to the floorwork, he switched it out and improvised, crawling like a cat closer to Joel but not within reach. He arched up, rolled onto his back and turned, striking a pin-up pose with his open thighs pointed directly at Joel.

  He almost thought the man was going to come out of his chair and tackle him right there.

  That made Fen smile as he rose into a squat, facing away from Joel but casting a sexy smile at him over his shoulder as he twerked and reached for the pole.

  Joel’s blue gaze narrowed even as his lips curled into a smile.

  That was Joel’s “I’m going to fuck you into the middle of next week and you’re going to beg for more” smile.

  Fen’s cock ached as he did a couple of body waves against the pole, even licking it, dropping Joel a seductive wink before starting a carousel spin.

  The world didn’t exist outside the bubble surrounding him and Joel right now. He was aware of June performing for Scrye just a few yards away, but they might as well be nothing more than an image on a TV screen.

  He had the full and undivided attention of his audience of one.

  As the song finished, “Slow Hands” by Niall Horan started. Fen had been doing more floorwork. He made his way back to the pole and slowly rose, grabbing it and climbing before swinging around, leaning into a hangback and letting the beat wash through him. Every time he looked at Joel his man’s gaze was there, his smile bearing the sharp tease of the sadist that lay just below the surface.

  He used the music and forced his brain to take a break. It was obvious to him Joel was enjoying this performance. Logic-brain had been right that his fears were just that—fears.

  Sexy Fen reveled in the attention from the sadist, made love to the pole in a deliberate tease to rev the man’s motor and sharpen his hunger.

  Joel wanted him—all of him, only him.

  Fen needed him, like water, like oxygen. Lust and desire billowed around them, a cloud of explosive fumes needing nothing more than a spark to set the world aflame.

  He’d be willing to burn if it meant Joel’s hands on him, owning him.

  His heart and soul lay there between them and he trusted his husband—his Master—to hold and love him with every spin, every slide, every move he made on the pole or on the floor.

  “Sober” by Tool was next on the playlist. Joel crooked a finger at Fen and spread his thighs even more.

  No way could Fen refuse him. He dropped to the floor again and crawled over to him, his pulse throbbing as he ran his hands up Joel’s legs from ankle to thighs, pressing them even farther apart so he could shoulder in.

  Joel buried his hands in Fen’s hair and pulled his face against the front of his shorts. Through the fabric, Fen felt the stiff outline of Joel’s thick cock pressing there, begging for freedom.

  He reached up and slowly unfastened Joel’s shorts, taking his time lowering the zipper as the man’s chest rose and fell with every heavy breath he took. Joel’s fingers dug into Fen’s scalp, insistent, desperate, filling Fen with not only lust but a gloating satisfaction that he could bring this man to his knees.

  Every time between them felt like this. It was only Fen’s irrational brain that wanted to argue otherwise, sometimes, wanted to lie to him.

  In these moments, though, Fen felt sexy, powerful, even when submitting to his man.

  When Joel’s cock sprang free, Fen realized his Master had gone commando for him.

  It took every ounce of self-control Fen had not to just swallow his cock to the root, but to take his time and tease, tempt, taste. A low, needy groan rolled from Joel as Fen traced the slit in the head with the tip of his tongue. Sure, he’d swallow it soon enough, but he wanted to seduce him, court him.

  Let the slow burn char both of them to the point of no return.

  He traced the underside from tip to root and back again, inhaling the sweet coconut of the body wash Joel had used for his shower mixed with heady, warm musk from his cock. When a drop of pre-cum pearled at the slit, he let Joel pull his mouth over the head and lightly sucked. His own cock twitched and struggled for freedom, demanding attention.

  The song switched and “Angel” by Massive Attack started while Fen slowly engulfed Joel’s cock all the way to the base. He wasn’t sure how many songs June had put on this playlist, but he was vaguely aware of the fact that it sounded like Scrye was face-fucking her hard, based on his groans and hers, and he didn’t want to get caught still doing this at the end of the playlist.

  Plus he wanted to get home for round two between them—which would be round one for him. He was no idiot—he knew damn well Joel would make him wait until they were alone for his own release.

  Saaaaadist.

  As he slowly began bobbing his head up and down Joel’s cock, the man let out a groan.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby,” Joel whispered.

  Fen slid his hands up along the outside of Joel’s thighs, under the hem of his shorts, and held on for the ride, giving over complete control to the man.

  Joel sensed the shift and immediately pounced. His grip changed, now fisting Fen’s hair and eagerly fucking his mouth. Every stroke went deep, and Fen knew it wouldn’t take long for Joel to spill the first load of cum down his throat at that rate.

  Fen heard a satisfied-sounding groan from Scrye he suspected meant that the man had found his joy. Joel wasn’t long behind him. More pre-cum filled Fen’s mouth, sweetly salty along his tongue before his cock grew hot, hard, like silken iron between his lips.

  Then Joel took one last, hard stroke, holding deep inside his mouth as ropes of cum exploded from the head and he gasped, “That’s my good boy.”

  Fen whined, needy, horny, desperate.

  Joel wouldn’t release him. “No, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Be my good boy. Master wants you ready for me when we get home.”

  Fen pressed his forehead against Joel’s stomach. In his mouth, Joel’s cock softened, slowly wilting as Fen tried to suck every last drop out of him.

  In his hair, Joel’s grip loosened, tender, stroking now, curling his body over Fen’s head and holding him there, squeezing his thighs around him.

  “My very good boy,” Joel whispered.

  Fen whimpered.

  A soft chuckle in reply. “I know, baby.” He kissed the top of Fen’s head. “But we’re going to stop for dinner first. Then I’ll take care of you after we’re home. You want to be my good boy, don’t you?”

  Of course he did. Joel damn well knew it, too.

  Fen finally released his cock and sat up enough to be able to kiss Joel.

  “Glad I ordered that damn pole second-day air,” Joel teased. “Because I want to get it installed ASAP.”

  Chapter Eight

  Less than thirty minutes later, they’d said their good-byes to June and Scrye and headed out. Fen had changed back into the jeans and button-up shirt he’d worn to work, but Joel had ordered him to go commando.

  And they were stopping for pizza on the way home.

  Fen wanted to beg for trading strokes to go straight home and eat leftovers—after receiving an orgasm—but Joel had already made up his mind, his playfully sadistic smirk telling Fen there would be no argument or bartering over this.

  Like hell would Fen safeword in this case, either.

  No matter how horny he was.

  He knew if he did, Joel would only drag things out at home just to be a sadist. Better to let him have his sadistic jollies like this now than to fight him on them.

  Once they were seated at a booth in the restaurant and had put in their order, Joel reached across the table to hold hands with Fen, his blue gaze piercing through Fen’s.

  Joel kept his voice low, his sexy Southern drawl not helping Fen’s cock soften any, either. “That had to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever watched in my life, baby. That was amazing.”

  Warm heat of the bashful and totally not sexy kind filled Fen’s cheeks. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Joel squeezed his hands. “I mean it, baby. Don’t feel embarrassed. You’re fantastic. I can’t speak to your technical skills, but it looked damn good to me. Since I’m the only audience who matters, consider that the law of the land.”

  “Did you seriously order the pole second-day air?”

  He grinned. “Fuckin’ A, I did. Scrye’s going to help me install it. Hey, consider it a home gym. Now you’ve got yoga, swimming, and pole dancing for exercise.”

  “And in all three of those activities, there’s no way I can do them with you around and actually exercise.”

  He frowned. “Why not?”

  “Because you’ll be fucking me almost as soon as I get started.”

  Joel grinned. “True story.”

  Dinner seemed to last forever, even though they were actually out of there fairly fast. Once they were home, Fen quickly jumped in the shower to rinse off while Joel awaited him in bed.

  A thought drifted to the top of his mind once again—maybe it was time to think about giving up that last hard limit.

  * * * *

  Joel knew it was mean to make Fen wait for relief after what a good boy he’d been at June’s studio, but what was the fun of being a sadist if he couldn’t be sadistic from time to time?

  And after the long work week he’d had—and the aggravating way his day had started—he’d need time to recover for round two and not want to simply fall asleep as soon as his body got into a position slightly resembling horizontal on a reasonably comfortable surface.

  Although he had next weekend to look forward to.

  He’d also realized something else—no way Fen would refuse to go through with it if Joel framed it in terms of making Maddison happy.

  One of his boy’s biggest Achilles’ heels.

  I’m an evil bastard.

  Still, he smiled at the thought of watching Fen dancing for a crowd of people and knowing he was the only one with the right to touch him.

  That Fen would always be going home with him.

  My boy.

  That was also enough to start putting starch back into his cock. He responded to another text from Maddison about dinner options ahead of the big plan, happy to leave all those arrangements up to her. He could tell she wanted to impress him, and Joel wished he had a way of telling her she didn’t need to do that that wouldn’t risk hurting her feelings.

  Better to let her be herself, do what she felt she needed to do to impress him, and simply thank her profusely for it. For their wedding gift, she’d bought them an autographed picture of the original Broadway cast of Hamilton, one of Fen’s favorite shows. For a housewarming present, she’d sent them an amazing pod-style coffeemaker with a selection of Joel’s favorite coffees, and an assortment of herbal tea pods for Fen.

  When Snoobug turned two, Maddison had sent her an adorable sundress outfit—including sandals—and a stuffed sea turtle that Naris had fallen in love with as her new favorite toy.

  Joel would love his boy by loving his boy’s best friend, too—including conspiring with her to help him demonstrate to his boy how sexy he really was.

  Even if his boy would hate it at the time.

  That was just a sadistic bonus.

  * * * *

  When Fen emerged from the bathroom, he walked into the bedroom to find Joel sitting up against the headboard, his legs sprawled open on the bed, his right knee slightly bent. Between his thighs, Joel’s thick cock lay against his left thigh and was already getting hard again over his heavy sac. His dark treasure trail led down to a well-trimmed bush shadowing everything.

  Fen knew every centimeter of the landscape down there, loved spending time exploring him with his mouth and tongue and hands.

  Joel patted the mattress in front of him and gave Fen that sexy one-sided smirk that always made Fen hard. “C’mere, baby. Slowly.”

  Fen crawled up the bed, his gaze locked on Joel’s. It was hard to move smoothly as tired and sore as his body felt, but the hunger in his man’s eyes was an instant jolt to his system, better than any cup of coffee or painkiller could ever be.

  Between his own thighs, his cock was hard, eight inches long and more slender than Joel’s, but that was fine.

  His husband and Master didn’t love him for what was between his legs, but what was between his ears, inside his ribs.

  Same reason Fen loved him.

  What they had between them surpassed anything Fen ever thought would be possible in his life. Happiness beyond measure.

  A guy who loved him not only exactly the way he was and didn’t want to change him, but who complemented Fen in how he loved him.

  A guy Fen felt was always trying his hardest to not just love him, but woo him, too. Like Joel never settled for what they had, always wanting to keep trying to do better.

  A guy who always kept sparking Fen’s desire, insane chemistry between them that quickly combusted on demand.

  The first man Fen had ever been with who’d made him feel like he was the center of the universe.

  Added bonus—Fen’s family, including his persnickety little two-year-old niece, Naris, aka Snoobug, loved Joel as much as he did. And so did his bestie.

  Fen also suspected that, despite standing up for himself against Johnny, Fen’s parents were happy he’d settled down with someone as big and beefy as Joel.

  Someone able to take care of Fen, protect him.

  Look after him.

  All that, and more.

  Now if Mads could find a hunky guy for herself, I could stop worrying about her.

  He shoved that thought out of his mind as Joel reached up and cupped his cheek. “Cuffs and collar, baby. I won’t make you work for it too hard tonight, considering how beautiful you looked dancing for me.”

  Joel had already gotten them out and he buckled the leather collar around Fen’s neck, followed by the wrist and ankle cuffs. He rolled Fen over onto his back and clipped his wrist cuffs to the chains normally hidden between the mattress and headboard. Then he sat up and stared down at him, a sweet smile curving his lips.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” Joel said. “And you’re all mine.”

  Ask him.

  The thought pounded through Fen’s brain to ask Joel to help him past his hard limit, but then Joel knelt between Fen’s thighs, slung them over his shoulders, and went down on Fen.

  Conscious, coherent thought slithered out of Fen’s brain as the sweet, hot pleasure that was Joel’s mouth surrounded his cock. Joel wasn’t just good at giving head, he fucking enjoyed doing it.

  Tonight his man was going to draw it out, too, a reward for the earlier performance, probably.

  He mixed long, slow sucks and swipes of his tongue along Fen’s cock with sweet, gentle nips up and down the insides of his thighs. Not hard enough to leave marks, but enough to rev Fen’s engine and quickly having him begging for relief.

  Joel licked Fen’s sac, laving his tongue over and around it, along his taint, rimming him, making Fen willingly beg for more. Before he even realized it, he was begging out loud.

  “Please fuck me, Master!”

  “I will, baby,” Joel murmured against his balls, the vibration of his low, rumbling words pulling another moan out of Fen. “When I’m ready to.”

  Except Fen knew Joel thought he meant it in their usual way. The rule Joel had proactively put into place early on. “Fucking” meant making love, having sex—awarding orgasms—not literal “fucking.” A rule Joel had put into place to prevent accidentally triggering Fen.

  The first man to ever proactively take an interest in Fen’s best interest ahead of their own.

  Joel worked his way back up Fen’s cock, to the head, slowly swallowing it and engulfing him all the way to the root. Up again. Sweet, determined torture.

  As he twisted and squirmed and tried to hump Joel’s mouth, the man clamped his big hands around the tops of Fen’s thighs and held him still, forcing him to take it at Joel’s speed until Fen was nearly out of his mind with need and begging for permission to come.

  Joel lifted his head, Fen’s disappointed desperation reaching new peaks. “What’ll you trade me to earn it, baby?” He nipped the flesh just above the base of Fen’s cock. “Fuck that sweet mouth of yours while I use a toy?”

  “Anything you want!” He tried rocking his hips in hopes of maybe getting some traction against his cock, but Joel was wise to that trick and pinned him down again. Fen also hoped beyond hope maybe Joel was talking about using a toy on him, except logic-brain told him no, he meant on himself. “Please, Master.”

  Joel sat up and leaned over to grab something from the nightstand. Then he changed position, straddling Fen’s chest. Fen heard the snick of the lube bottle being opened, and then Joel braced himself against the headboard with his left hand, his right behind him.

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