Serving Simon

Simon has an offer for his stressed out roommate,
but  is  this  stubborn  sub  already  too  far  gone  for
Simon’s methods?

Max’s high pressure job as a surgeon is getting to
him  and  he’s  starting  to  suffer  for  it.  His
roommate  Simon  has  a  solution  for  him,  but  is
Max  ready  to  give  up  control  or  will  this  Dom
have to work for it?

Simon’s not used to dealing with such stubborn

subs, but he can’t sit back and let Max’s health and
sanity continue to decline in the name of his work.
Enough  is  enough  already  and  if  Max  doesn’t
accept  what  he’s  offering,  then  Simon  might  just
have  to  come  up  with  something  even  more
drastic.

But when a night of passion between these two

strong willed men exposes Simon’s secrets, it
might be he who has to learn to trust and let go of
the control he so desperately seeks.

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Chapter One

ax Peterson stumbled up to the front steps of
his second story condo. The welcome mat

below  his  muddy  sneakers  read  The  Doctor  Is  In.
When he’d found it, the green lettering on the tan
background  had  made  him  smile.  Today  though,
getting  off  a  two-day  rotation  and  too  exhausted
to remember the last thing he’d forced himself to
eat, he could have done without the cheeriness of
it all.

He forced his hands to move, his fingers to find

and then twist his key into the lock. His feet came
next as the door opened wide. They were reluctant
to  move  and  felt  too  heavy  to  lift.  Still,  being
inside was better than standing out on the landing
between his condo and the one across from it. The
elderly  couple  across  from  him  might  begin  to
wonder  about  him  if  they  happened  to  see  him
like this.

If they didn’t already.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind

him. Leaning back against the cool wood, he

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allowed his eyes to close. Just one moment, just a
little—

No, no, he wasn’t going there. A little girl’s face

washed in front of his eyes and his vision blurred
as bile shot back up into his throat. He sucked in
deep gulps of air, desperate to get this thing under
control.  He’d  lost  people  on  the table  before  this.
Hell,  he  was  the  head  of  surgery  at  a  major
metropolitan hospital in the area. No one got that
position  without  thousands  of  surgeries  under
their  belt.  And  statistics  showed  that  once  in
awhile people were going to die.

But statistics weren’t seven year old girls with

bright blue eyes and a body broken from years of
abuse. At least, they weren’t supposed to be.

“Sit down.”
Max looked around, startled, until his

roommate,  Simon  Baker,  stepped  out  of  the
kitchen  and  sat  down  in  their  small  living  room.
Max swallowed thickly, the sight of Simon in little
more than a pair of shorts doing strange things to
his  stomach.  He  shook  his  head  and  moved
toward  his  bedroom.  He  couldn’t  deal  with  this
right now. Simon was hot, powerful. He reminded
Max of a thunderstorm. What Max needed was a
cup of hot jasmine tea or, if he couldn’t get that, at
least  a  few  good  hours  of  sleep  in  his  bed.  He
didn’t have to be at the hospital tomorrow, a rare

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occurrence when he worked at least fifty hours a
week.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Simon,” he called,

giving his roommate a little wave and kicking off
his shoes near the door. They had a mat for their
boots and such, Simon’s idea. Max would deal
with it in the morning. When it was light out. Or
when he could string together a coherent thought
that didn’t feel more like suffocating under a
pillow than actual words.

“I believe I told you to sit, Maxwell,” Simon’s

voice, darkly pleasurable, rumbled through the
apartment. Max shivered, knowing the reaction to
Simon’s voice was involuntary but still wishing it
didn’t happen anyway.

He shook his head, trying to force himself to

move toward his bedroom. To open the door that
stood between him and the comfortable bed he’d
just treated himself with. He could almost feel the
down comforter wrapping around him, hugging
his body as he slipped into what would hopefully
be a dreamless night’s sleep. He didn’t need to be
reminded of things best left forgotten when he
closed his eyes as well. It was bad enough seeing
their faces when he was awake.

But part of him was curious. Simon wasn’t one

to speak to him often. He was a good roommate,
quiet and clean. Much more so than Max was.
And he wasn’t rude, he didn’t have parties and

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he’d never even brought a friend over in the year
and  a  half  that  they’d  been  living  together.  But
still,  there  was  so  much  more  to  Simon  that  Max
wished  he  knew.  He  was  a  question  that  Max’s
insatiable curiosity hadn’t been able to figure out.
And that had never sat all that well with him.

Max found himself walking toward the sound

of  Simon’s  voice.  Knowing  where  he’d  be  sitting
even before he found him in the big leather chair
he’d  brought  with  him  from  his  last  apartment.
That was another thing that had bothered Max at
first.  Simon  had  expensive  taste.  And  not  knock-
off  expensive.  Everything  in  his  life  was  high
quality  and  brand  name.  While  they’d  never
talked  about  money more than  the  basics  of  who
would pay what and this was how much the rent
was, Max knew Simon could afford far more than
what  he  paid.  Even  in  a  city  as  expensive  as
Denver was, Simon could have probably afforded
his  own  apartment.  But  instead  he’d  answered
Max’s online ad, seeking a roommate after his last
had  decided  to  move  out.  She’d  started  dating  a
guy and wanted to move in with him. He’d been
sad to see her go. Having a girl around made life
more  interesting  and  meant  that  he  wouldn’t  be
attracted to the person sharing the space.

Too bad that hadn’t been the case with Simon.

Max sat down across from him, the heavy cherry
wood coffee table between them. Knowing Simon

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was  sleeping  in  the  room  next  to  his,  seeing  the
man come out of the single bathroom they shared
with  little  more  than  a  dark  green  towel  around
his  slim  hips,  had  done  things  to  Max  since  day
one.  He  should  have  never  agreed  to  let  a  guy
move in with him. Especially not one as beautiful
as  Simon.  But  after  two  months  of  searching  and
finding  no  one  that  fit  with  him,  or,  failing  that,
one  that  could  prove  their  income,  he’d  become
desperate. He had savings but he wasn’t going to
keep  paying  for  the  expensive  apartment  on  his
own.  That  wasn’t  what  he’d  sacrificed  nights  out
with friends and trips to exotic locations to be able
to do.

“You look tired,” Simon began, handing him a

cup.

“Uh huh.” Max took it, eagerly drinking

whatever Simon had decided to give him.
Knowing the other man, it was probably whiskey.
Or something equally dark and strong. But when
warm tea met his tongue, the sweet taste of orange
and spice coating his throat, he moaned. “It’s
good,” he said, putting the cup down.

Simon nodded, his brown hair falling in front of

his  eyes.  “We  need  to  talk,”  he  said,  his  voice
naturally  quiet.  Simon  didn’t  yell  and  Max  had
never even heard him raise his voice. Even when
he  sang  in  the  mornings  while  making  eggs  on
those  rare  moments  when  Max  caught  him

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completely  relaxed  and  he  thought  no  one  was
watching  him,  Simon  was  still  quiet.  He  didn’t
need  to  be  loud.  Most  people  did,  but  Simon
didn’t.  He  was  powerful  just  by  existing.  He
commanded attention like a bullmastiff did. Like a
great sports car. Like a beautiful woman. He was
grace and size and beauty, all put together.

And being near him made Max nearly lose his

mind.

“Can’t it wait until morning?” Max asked,

knowing  there  was  a  whine  in  there  somewhere
and  not  caring.  He  was  damn  tired.  Simon  knew
that.  He’d  even  commented  on  it.  He  could  have
the decency to let him just go to bed. “I’ll be much
better in the morning.”

Simon shook his head. “No, Max. You need to

sit and listen now. This has gone on long enough.”

Max blinked nervously, quickly perking up at

hearing  his  roommate  sounding  so  unhappy.
“What  had?  I  didn’t  know  we  were  having
trouble. You didn’t say anything. I thought when
you  moved  in  that  we  promised  to  always  tell
each  other  if  something  was  bothering  us.  Did
something happen that you aren’t happy with?”

“Max, hush,” Simon said, seemingly scolding

him. Max frowned. “Listen to me for a few
minutes. I’ll make it fast. If you want to know
more, then you can. If you want to go to bed after I
tell you what I’m about to, then that’s fine, too.”

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Simon had grabbed Max’s attention with his

simple statement. He found himself nodding
although he had no idea what he was agreeing to.

“Wait… What?” Max asked, coming back to

himself.

Simon’s full mouth turned up into a smile. It

was pleasant, but Max knew something was off
about it. There was too much predator to his prey
for Max to feel completely comfortable with where
this evening was going.

“I’m just going to go… I need to sleep,” Max

said, finishing lamely as he started to lift himself
off the couch.

“I’m a Dom,” Simon said, his words filling the

silence in the room.

Max froze halfway out of the chair. “A what?”
“A Dom. You’ve heard of Dominant and

Submissive right?” Simon asked.

He nodded. The idea of role-playing wasn’t

completely  foreign  to  him.  He’d  once  bought  an
old military outfit at a surplus store because an ex-
boyfriend  had  asked  him  to  dress  up.  The  game
had been fun. But that’s all it had been. Somehow
he  didn’t  think  Simon  meant  what  he  was
thinking.  “Sure,  like  the  sex  games,”  Max  said
quickly, shrugging as he stood up. “So you like to
wear  leather  and  collars  and  such  and  play  with
other  people?”  It  was  strange  to  think  of  Simon
dressed  like  that,  but  then  again  most  of  this

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conversation was strange. And the idea of his
roommate dressed from head to toe in leather and
wielding a riding crop, like he’d seen on a poster
once, was kind of kinky.

Simon shook his head. “No, not like a game.

Come here, Max.”

“I am right here,” Max said, not understanding.
Simon’s right hand lifted and his long fingers

moved to point at the floor next to him. “No, come
here.”

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ax shook his head. “Uh no, fuck you very
much, Simon. But I’m not sitting at your feet

like some goddamn pet dog.”

Simon’s grin turned far less serious and

surprisingly, he laughed. “I knew you and I were
going to get along, Max.”

Max frowned, clearly confused. “But I just said

no to you. Isn’t that like the opposite of what
Doms are supposed to say when someone tells
them no. Are you sure you’re a Dom?”

Simon nodded and stood with him. “I am quite

sure and have been for many years. But you
telling me no means that you won’t just bend and
break when I demand it of you. It was a test, Max.
And you did very well.”

“I had enough tests in all my years of college.

But thanks for that. Now, I’m going to bed. If you
want to tell me more about being a Dom
tomorrow, feel free. As for me, I’m going to climb
into bed and go to sleep. I’m tired, Simon. I don’t

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want to do this anymore. Let me go get some
rest,” Max said, definitely whining now.

Simon nodded and went to Max’s bedroom

door. He opened it for him and stepped aside.
“Absolutely. I’m not going to force you to listen. If
you’d rather not hear what I was going to say
that’s up to you. I don’t mind.”

Max frowned and crossed his arms. “That’s not

fair. I do want to know. I just don’t—”

“Don’t what?”
He shrugged, unsure of what he really wanted

to do right now. Listening to Simon sounded like a
good  idea.  Maybe  he  had  something  to  say  that
Max  really  did  want  to  hear.  But  then  again,
maybe he was full of shit and speaking nonsense.
Still, this was Simon. He’d lived with the man for
over a year. And he’d never come across as a crazy
psychopath.  Strange  sometimes,  absolutely.  But
not crazy.

“I’m waiting,” Simon said, bringing Max’s

attention back to him.

“And I’m still thinking,” Max said, snapping at

him.

Simon’s deep chuckle rumbled through Max’s

chest, warming him to the core. He loved the
sound of Simon’s laugh and even the little chuckle
he had just made was enough to make Max’s cock
swell in his pants. He so didn’t need this right
now. On top of everything else that had happened

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today, he didn’t need Simon knowing how turned
on his roommate made him. The man didn’t even
know he was gay for fuck’s sake. At the very least
they had another few months of living together.
He couldn’t screw that all up now by freaking
Simon out.

“Come on, Max,” Simon said, walking toward

him. “You know that pretty little head of yours
can think faster than that.”

Max’s mouth fell open. “You think my head is

pretty?” He scowled. That wasn’t something guys
usually said to each other. At least not the ones
he’d ever known.

Simon nodded and reached out to touch him.

His hand landed on Max’s shoulder, the warmth
bleeding through his shirt. “Yes, Max. You have a
pretty head. But that’s not what you want to
know.”

“It’s not?” Max said, frowning.
Simon smiled and shook his head. “No, you

want to know why I’m telling you now, after
we’ve been living together for so long, that I’m a
Dom.”

Max hoped his face didn’t give away too much

of  what  he  was  thinking  because  yes,  Simon  was
right.  He  did  want  to  know  that.  Among  other
things.  Like  what  he  looked  like  in  the  leather
pants Max pictured him wearing. And if he owned
leather pants. And what size he was because if he

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didn’t, Max was going to make sure he did now.
Just so that he could see him walking around the
apartment in his leather pants, barefoot without a
shirt  on.  Simon  had  lovely  feet.  Long  bones  and
neatly  trimmed  nails.  Max  hadn’t  thought  he’d
been  a  foot  man  until  he’d  seen  Simon  walk
around in a pair of faded blue jeans one morning
while drinking a glass of milk.  His  feet had been
as bare as his chest was. Max hadn’t been able to
stop staring, and luckily Simon hadn’t noticed. Or
maybe  he  had.  Maybe  he’d  always  known  when
Max was watching him. Like some kind of freaky
stalker. But he wasn’t. It wasn’t stalking if the man
lived  with  you.  Was  it?  He  didn’t  think  so.  That
was just called being  aware. He was supposed to
know  what  his  roommate  was  up  to.  Wasn’t  he?
That was just being smart. Yes, he was just—

“Max, enough,” Simon said, interrupting his

wayward thoughts. “Do you want to know why I
want to tell you about being a Dom?”

“Yes,” Max answered automatically, still

picturing him wearing a pair of tight leather pants
that would perfectly fit Simon’s muscular ass. “I
mean—”

“Go lay down on your bed. Get comfortable,”

Simon said, his voice soft though the words were
clipped. Max didn’t know if his roommate was
angry with him, had become frustrated, or was
simply giving a command.

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Since going to bed was what he wanted to do

anyway,  Max  nodded  and  walked  into  his  room.
He  was  messier  than  Simon  and  kicked  a  few
pieces  of  dirty  laundry  away.  He’d  do  them
tomorrow.  For  now  he  stripped  off  his  shirt,
tossed it aside and flopped onto the bed, the thick
comforter  sighing  under  him  as  his  weight
pressed out some of the air.

“I desire control,” Simon said, coming into the

room and standing next to his bed. Max looked up
at him, unused to having someone else in his
room.

“What are you doing in here?” Max asked,

barely able to keep his eyes open as his head sunk
into his fluffy pillows.

His eyes shot open as Simon’s fingers grazed

Max’s  chest,  trailing  over  his  sternum  and  down
his  ribs.  Max  couldn’t  move,  couldn’t  even
breathe,  as  Simon’s  fingers  tickled  his  stomach
and circled his navel.

“As I was saying,” Simon said, his voice soft in

the near darkness. “I want control.”

Max gulped, watching him in the moonlight

streaming in from his open curtains. “Of what?”

His mouth turned up into a smile and Max

froze, both dreading and needing the answer all at
once. “Why, Max, that’s simple.” He took a breath.
“I want to control…you.”

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Max shook his head. “Crazy, psychopathic,

lunatic—”  His  words  became  muffled  as  Simon
leaned down on and captured Max’s lips with his
own.  His  hands  tightened  in  the  sheets,  afraid  to
touch him, though he desperately wanted to know
how  the  thick  muscles  of  Simon’s  shoulders  that
he’d  been  dreaming  about  would  feel  under  his
hands. He bet Simon was warm, that his muscles
were hard, that he—

He frowned as Simon pulled back. “You

stopped,” he grumbled.

“Oh? Did you want me to continue?” he

replied, smirking.

Max bit his lip. He couldn’t admit that. Not out

loud. So he nodded. He wanted Simon to kiss him
again. To bring his beautiful mouth back down so
that Max could kiss him again. And then he
wanted so much more than that, too. Though the
kissing had been damn nice.

“There are rules, Max,” Simon said, trailing his

warm  fingers  over  the  band  of  Max’s  pants.  He
tucked his fingers inside for a second, making Max
jump,  before  he  pulled  them  back  out  again.  He
continued  this  game,  teasing  him  as  he  touched
Max’s heated skin.

“What rules?” Max gasped out as Simon

lowered his hand and began stroking the
hardened ridge of his cock through his pants.

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Simon squeezed him through his pants and

Max  couldn’t  stop  his  moan  in  time  before  it
slipped past his lips. “First of all, you have to tell
me  when  you  like  something,  but  much  more
importantly,  when  you  don’t.  I’m  not  a  mind
reader.  I  won’t  assume  that  you  enjoy  something
without knowing for sure.”

Max nodded quickly. He could agree to this.

He’d agree to pretty much anything Simon
wanted, as long as he kept touching him.

“Secondly, I want to give you this release

because  you  need  it.  I’ve  seen  you  over  the  past
few  months.  Head  of  the  surgical  unit  was  a  big
move for you. It was a good promotion. But long
weeks and late hours have taken their toll. You’ve
stopped taking care of yourself. That ends tonight.
You have to be in control of everything all day, all
the time. You aren’t made for that.”

Max opened his mouth to argue but Simon

shook his head.

“Tell me, and be honest here, Max, tell me that

you  honestly  enjoy  having  to  keep  order  at  the
hospital?  That  you  like  having  all  those  people
under  you,  that  you  don’t  hate  being  responsible
for every little detail that happens in your wing?”
Simon pressed him.

Max would have loved to lie to him, would

have given anything to tell Simon that he didn’t
know what the hell he was talking about because

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Max loved his job and enjoyed every damn minute
of it. But he didn’t. He hung his head, ashamed
that he couldn’t be as strong as the hospital
needed him to be, even as his chin trembled with
unspent emotion.

Simon gently kissed his cheek. “Not enjoying it

isn’t a sign of weakness. Some people simply
cannot handle that environment.”

Max snorted. “I don’t really have a choice.

What do you expect me to do? Quit? That’s not
going to happen. This is a dream job. I’m not
walking out on it.”

With quick, sure movements Simon undid the

button on Max’s pants. “I never said that I
expected you to quit, now did I?”

Max shook his head, staring at Simon’s fingers

as they toyed with his zipper.

“I’m simply offering a solution. A distraction, if

you will. Where you can release all of this pent up
stress and hand control over to someone else.”

Max’s heart jumped. “Who?” he whispered, not

believing his ears even as he saw Simon form the
words.

“Me, of course.”
Max nodded as if it all made sense. “Of course.

So your solution is what? Sex?” Please let it be sex,
he thought, his gaze travelling over Simon’s naked
chest and back.

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Simon laughed. “Well it certainly isn’t ice

cream. So, do you agree to try my solution out?
Just once?”

“Yes,” Max said, eager to get started.
“Good,” Simon said, grinning. He reached into

his  pocket  and  brought  out  two  long  pieces  of
material.  Before  Max  could  protest,  Simon  had
already  strapped  one  of  his  wrists  to  the  slats  in
his headboard. Max was too surprised to fight him
off as he secured the second.

“What the hell?” Max tried to struggle, shaking

his wrists and pulling his arm until he thought the
slats might break. But his efforts did nothing to
loosen the ties on his wrists.

Simon tsked at him. “I said that I would control

you. What did you think I meant?”

Max continued to struggle, despite the way his

muscles  ached  as  he  worked  his  already  tired
arms.  “I  thought  you’d  spank  me  or  something,”
he admitted, falling back against his pillows with
a sigh. He was held too tightly and he was much
too  exhausted  to  keep  fighting.  As  much  as  it
sucked, he’d just have to admit defeat. “When do
the ties come off?”

“When we’re done. You’ll be asleep within an

hour.  I  promise  you  this.  You’ll  have  plenty  of
time  to  catch  up  on  your  rest.  I  won’t  let  our
activities  interfere  with  your  time  off  any  more
than  necessary.  A  good  Dom  takes  care  of  his

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submissive,” Simon said as he unzipped Max’s
pants and began sliding them over his hips.

“And are you?” Max asked, lifting himself off

the bed to help Simon undress him.

Simon tossed his pants aside and began

working on his socks. “Am I what?”

Max swallowed, realizing Simon had him

completely naked and exposed. He didn’t mind.
Not as much as he thought he would anyway. “A
good Dom?”

Simon chuckled and quickly took off his own

clothes. He placed a few items next to Max’s hip
and Max gulped loudly as he realized they were a
small bottle of lube and a condom. “I am an
excellent Dom. Though I can go get references for
you if you’d like.”

Max shook his head. “No. That’s not

necessary.”

“Sure you don’t want to see my resume?”

Simon teased as he knelt  on the bed next to him.
He  moved  toward  him  and  Max  spread  his  legs,
opening  himself  up  for  Simon  as  he  crawled  on
top of his body.

“No, no I don’t.” Max frowned, hating the bit of

jealousy he heard creep into his voice. But it was
there all the same, and now that it was out his
overworked mind began picking at that emotion.
Sure, he found Simon attractive, and he was more
than willing to play guinea pig to his desires. But

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he didn’t think he’d become jealous of the idea of
Simon having lovers before him. He was a rational
adult, fully capable of realizing that—

“Ow!” he yelped, shifting away from Simon’s

mouth as he raised his head from the red mark
he’d left on Max’s hip. “You bit me!”

Simon nodded. “Yes. I did. And do you know

why?”

Max glowered at him. “Because you’re a

fucking cannibal?”

Laughing, Simon shook his head. “No. I bit you

to keep your mind with me, grounded in the here
and now. Let’s try this again. You are?”

“Getting annoyed.”
“No, what’s your name?” Simon continued, not

missing a beat.

Max blew out an irritated breath. “You know

my damn name, Simon. If all you’re going to do is
play mind games with me for an hour I’d like to
just skip this and go to bed.”

Simon shook his head. “Nope, no games. Just

answer  the  question.  It’s  a  grounding  exercise.  I
know  you’ve  done  these  before.  You  did  take  a
few  psychology  courses  after  all.  So  humor  me.
What’s your name?”

With a sigh Max relented. If this would get

Simon off the stupid topic of what his name was
he’d play along. For now. “Maxwell Peterson.”

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“And what did you have to eat last?” Simon

continued.

Max pursed his lips. “You’re supposed to go

through the whole list including what I do for a
living and where I live. You don’t get to jump
around.”

Simon shrugged. “I know that you’re a surgeon

and since I’ve been living with you for a while
now, I know where you live. Those answers don’t
interest me. What I care about though is that I’ve
seen how poorly you take care of yourself when
you’re stressed. And it’s only getting worse. Now,
answer my question. What did you last eat?”

He couldn’t remember and that sucked. It

wasn’t that the meal had just been boring to the
point of not being memorable for him. He had that
kind of food all the time. No, this was the kind of
day where he had been so worked up in his own
stuff that he couldn’t remember the last thing he
ate because it had been that long.

“Food wasn’t really a priority for me today,”

Max replied quietly. He closed his eyes and tilted
his  head  away  before  he  could  see  any  sort  of
disapproval in Simon’s clear gaze. He tried not to
care  what  his  roommate  would  think  about  him
not  eating,  after  all  he  was  an  adult  and  if  he
wanted to go around skipping meals that was his
business. But for some reason it mattered to him.
Just  a  little  though.  He  wasn’t  going  to  go

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overboard with this whole new desire to please
Simon.

Max felt the bed shift as Simon moved and

frowned  at  the  instant  loss  of  contact.  He’d  liked
having  the  other  man  laying  next  to  him,  feeling
his bare chest and stomach pressed against his leg.
It’d  been  nice.  Like  they  were  connected
somehow.

“I’ll be back in a minute. Call out if you need

me.”

Max opened his eyes quickly, shocked to see

Simon walking out of his bedroom. “Hey!” he
yelled, shaking his wrists in an effort to get them
free. “You can’t just leave me here!”

“I said I’d be right back,” Simon called, lifting

his hand to give Max a little wave that just served
to piss him off even more.

Grumbling, Max tilted his chin down to rest his

head on his bare chest. He glared at his hard cock
as it stood proudly against his stomach. Simon
had pretty much guaranteed him sex. Hadn’t he?
So why was he taking off now like Max wasn’t all
tied up and waiting for him? Literally.

After a minute of impatiently waiting, Max

yelled, “Simon!”

The microwave beeped and Max pressed his

lips together in annoyance. Surely Simon couldn’t
be getting something to eat. How rude could one
guy get?

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“Yes, Max?” Simon asked as he came back into

the bedroom. He sat down on the bed next to Max,
getting comfortable against his side.

“What’s that?” he asked, barely able to make

out the shape of a bowl in Simon’s long fingers.

“Oatmeal.”
Max frowned. “You hate oatmeal.”
Chuckling, Simon scooped some out and

brought it to his own lips. He blew on it loudly
before putting the spoon in front of Max’s mouth.
“You’re right. I can’t stand the gooey stuff. But
you seem to be fascinated by it. So open up.”

Max shook his head. Though the oatmeal

smelled  amazing  and  he  could  feel  his  stomach
churning  by  the  temptation  that  was  his  favorite
food, something inside of him refused to give up
that  easily.  He  was  competitive  by  nature  and
letting  Simon  get  his  way  felt  a  bit  like  losing  to
Max. And he hated to lose.

“I’d rather have a burger,” Max said, turning

his  mouth  away  from  the  oatmeal  in  case  Simon
decided to try spoon feeding him like a baby. If he
did,  that  would  be  the  end  of  this.  Max  could
handle  being  tied  up.  In  fact,  when  he  wasn’t
struggling it was kind of kinky. And his hard cock
was  evidence  enough  that  he  was  turned  on  by
Simon’s games. But he absolutely drew the line at
being treated like a child.

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Simon pulled the spoon back and shook his

head.  “You  probably  haven’t  eaten  all  that  much
today.  And  while  I’d  like  to  get  some  food  into
you, I know what’s likely to happen if I make up
one of those rich bison burgers for you. It’ll taste
good  going  down  but  probably  not  so  much
coming  back  up.  So,  to  settle  your  stomach  and
make  sure  that  you  have  something  in  your
system, you’ve got your choice of oatmeal or, well,
more oatmeal. We’re out of grits.”

Max sighed and leaned his head back, staring at

his  dark  ceiling  above  him.  He  knew  Simon  was
right.  Of  course  he  did.  He  was  a  doctor.  But
knowing  something  and  admitting  it  were  two
completely different things. Especially where Max
was concerned.

“I love that you’re not shy around me,” Simon

remarked. He dropped his hand and let it linger
against Max’s side.

He tried to hold still, to not let Simon know just

how much this simple touch affected him. But he
quickly  realized  that  any  effort  was  wasted  as  a
high-pitched  giggle  came  out  of  his  mouth.  He
quickly  cleared  his  throat,  hoping  that  the added
noise  would  cancel  out  the  first,  but  Simon  was
already staring down at him.

“Did you just…giggle?” he asked, sounding

amazed.

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Max glared at him. “No. I don’t giggle. Never

have and certainly never will.”

Of course Simon the bastard just had to wiggle

his fingers against Max’s side, tickling him again.
Max squirmed, trying his best not to let out
another sound, but the more he fought it the
worse the tickling got until he was wiggling on the
bed, trying to get away from Simon’s long fingers
as he laughed.

Mercifully Simon pulled his hand back a

moment later. “Alright, enough games for tonight,
Max. You’ve got to eat. This oatmeal will get cold
soon if you don’t.”

“Tell me about being a Dom first,” Max said.
Simon smiled and his dark eyes glittered in the

moonlight. “I’ll tell you one thing for each bite you
take. Deal?”

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ax nodded, eager to learn more about his
roommate now that the man had seemed to

want  to  open  up  to  him.  When  Simon  lifted  the
spoon  to  his  mouth,  Max  obediently  ate.  He
frowned  though  as  the  familiar  taste  coated  his
tongue.  It  was  rich  and  creamy  with  just  a  bit  of
spice. The oatmeal was very nearly perfect. “How
did you know how I like my oatmeal?” he asked,
suddenly suspicious of him.

Simon rolled his eyes. “You think you’re the

only  one  watching  his  roommate  in  this  place?
You’re  precise  with  everything  you  do.  Most
people  wouldn’t  bother  measuring  the  milk  for
their oatmeal, let alone the spices they use. After a
while  of  wondering  why  you  had  so  many
measuring  spoons  I  started  to  realize  that  you
used  them  every  morning  you  ate  oatmeal.
Having multiples meant you don’t have to wait to
eat  oatmeal  while  the  set  was  being  washed.
Everything  is  neatly  organized.  It  didn’t  take  me

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long to figure out why you have that little bundle
of spices next to the oatmeal box on the counter.”

He put the bowl aside and leaned down, gently

kissing Max’s full lips. He leaned forward, lifting
his head up to meet Simon’s as much as he could
before the other man pulled away. “You fascinate
me,”  Simon  whispered,  his  mouth  mere  inches
from  Max’s.  “Everything  about  you.  From  the
lavender  soap you  use  in  the  shower,  to  the  way
you  make  a  mess  of  your  clothes  in  the  drawers.
Outside  of  your  home  you’re  organized  beyond
belief, but here, in your room you’re a mess. Does
it  hurt  you  to  have  to  play  so  many  different
parts?”

Max closed his eyes, refusing to look at him.

“You’re  guessing,”  he  said,  hoping  his  voice  was
strong  enough  to  make  the  truth  of  what  Simon
was saying go away. “And you’re wrong. I enjoy
being  neat  and  organized.”  A  lie.  He  hated  it.
“And it doesn’t bother me it at all.”

After a moment of silence he opened his eyes,

surprised to see Simon still looking down at him.

“You can lie to me all you want, Max. But try

not to do it to yourself so much.” He sat back,
picked up the bowl of oatmeal and brought
another spoonful to Max’s lips.

Max ate quickly, wanting to know more.

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“I don’t enjoy giving people pain,” Simon said,

filling the spoon again. “I don’t own toys and I
won’t be spanking you. What I do like is—”

“Control, I know, you told me,” Max quickly

interrupted. “But what does that even mean?”

Knowing that Simon was going to give him

another bite he opened his mouth, ready for more
oatmeal. He ate it as Simon answered him.

“These past few months, I’ve seen you

struggling. Last week when you came home hours
after  you  should  have,  you  were  pale,  and  your
hands  were  shaking.  You  didn’t  tell  me  about  it.
You might not have even known that I was getting
a glass of water from the kitchen as you stumbled
into  your  bedroom.  But  you  were  a  mess.  When
you  didn’t  look  any  better  the  next  morning  I
decided  that  I  had  to intervene.  You  can  call  this
night  the  start  of  your  intervention.  If  you  want
it.”

Max snorted and shook his head. “Tying me up

and  making  sure  that  I  eat  something  isn’t  really
going  to  change  anything,  Simon.  There  will  still
be  people  on  my  operating  table.  Children…little
girls that…”

“Is that what happened tonight?” Simon asked.
“Yes. She was…” he shook his head and pursed

his lips. “I don’t want to go over it with you. You
weren’t a part of her healthcare team. Telling you
about her surgery would be wrong.”

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Simon nodded, though Max had the suspicion

that he didn’t believe his excuse for not telling him
what  had  happened.  He took the bite that  Simon
gave  him.  His  spoon  scraped  the  bottom  of  the
bowl  and  Max  knew  there  wasn’t  much  left.  He
wondered what would happen when there was no
more oatmeal. Would Simon untie him and go to
his own bedroom, leaving him alone for the night?
Or  would  he  pay  attention  to  the  fact  that  Max
was naked under him?

“My thought, as I started planning this little

ambush for tonight, was that you could see what it
was like to give control to someone else. This is a
small task of letting me feed you, but it’s a start,”
Simon said quietly.

“So then why am I naked?” Max asked.
Smiling, Simon brought the spoon to Max’s lips.

“Because I  wanted you to be vulnerable. I had to
see if you trusted me enough not to hurt you while
you  were  helpless.”  His  smile  spread  into  a  grin.
“And  because  I  got  tired  of  trying  to  catch
glimpses of you when you got out of the shower.
It  took  me  nearly  two  months  to  figure  out  that
you  left  the  bathroom  door  open  when  you
showered  so  that  you  didn’t  have  a  buildup  of
steam  to  deal  with  when  you  were  trying  to  get
ready.”

Max should have felt something with the news

that Simon had been spying on him. He did, a

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little, but it wasn’t as if he felt violated or upset by
it. But more like it made his heart speed up and
his breath catch to know that Simon had been
watching him as much as Max had looked at him.

“I want more than oatmeal tonight,” Max

quietly admitted. Simon nodded, though he didn’t
say  anything  more  as  he  brought  the  last  of  the
oatmeal  to  his  lips.  Max  ate  quickly,  his  mind
swirling  with  all  the  possibilities  of  what  Simon
might want to do to him now that he’d eaten.

“I’ll be right back,” Simon said, standing up.
Max frowned. “Where are you going?”
He shook the bowl, showing Max it was empty

with the sound of the metal spoon clanging
against the sides. “This has to go into the
dishwasher.”

“No it doesn’t. Leave it on my dresser and then

come do something to me,” Max demanded.

Laughing, Simon shook his head and walked

away. A moment later he was back and sitting
down on the bed next to Max’s side.

“You didn’t have to clean up.” Max knew he

was being impatient but he was eager to find out
just what Simon planned to do to him.

“Yes I did.” Simon shifted on the bed, moving

between Max’s thighs. He put a hand on either
side of his chest, balancing himself as he leaned
down to kiss him.

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Max eagerly sucked on his lips, opening his

mouth up for Simon. He squirmed against him as
Simon dipped his hips, running the rough fabric
of his jeans against Max’s thighs. His hands shook
in his binds as he tried to reach for him, wanting
to touch him, to run his hands over Simon’s long
arms and smooth back. But he was bound, and the
restriction to his movements was starting to piss
him off.

Simon slipped his tongue between his lips,

demanding  the  entrance  Max  was  more  than
willing to give him. He dipped his hips again and
Max  nearly  shot  off  the  bed  as  he  felt  the  thick
length  of  Simon’s  cock  press  against  his  own
through  his  jeans.  He  broke  the  kiss,  turning  his
head to the side as he brought his hips up to meet
Simon’s.  Even  if  he  couldn’t  touch  him  with  his
hands  he  was  damn  well  going  to  show  him
exactly what he wanted from Simon as he pressed
himself against him.

“You’re wearing too much,” he groaned,

wrapping his legs around Simon’s thighs.

Simon laughed. “No I’m not.”
Max frowned and looked up at him as Simon

pulled back. He brought his hands to Max’s chest,
stroking over his ribs and stomach. “But then how
are we going to fuck?”

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Simon smiled at him. “That’s for tomorrow

night. Right now I just want you to enjoy
yourself.”

“I don’t understand,” Max grumbled. He

sighed loudly and rested his head back against the
pillows below him.

“How are your hands?” Simon asked.
“Wanting to touch you.” Shaking his head,

Simon dipped his mouth to nip at Max’s nipples,
making him jump. “When did you first know that
you wanted me?” Max asked him.

Simon lifted his head, and his brow furrowed

as if he was thinking about his answer. “Sometime
last year. No, I remember when it was. When you
came back from that trip you took with your co-
worker. The one you said you weren’t dating but
made you cry a few weeks later when he-”

“I remember,” Max replied sourly. “I lied. We

were dating. Sort of.”

“I got that part. It was a complicated mess. But

he made you upset and I stood outside your door,
listening  to  you  on  the  phone  with  him,  hearing
you  cry  but  knowing  you  wouldn’t  have  wanted
my comfort right then.” Simon shook his head. “I
want  to  go  find  him  and  punch  his  face  in  for
hurting you.”

Max laughed. “I bet you could.” He took a

breath. “And I wish that you’d have come in that
night. I wouldn’t have turned you away.”

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Simon kissed his collarbone, then his sternum

and down his ribs. “I’ll have to remember that the
next time some asshole makes you cry.”

“I don’t plan on there being a next time,” Max

replied, rolling his eyes. Simon flicked his tongue
out and Max laughed as it tickled his belly.

“What do you think of being tied up?” Simon

asked him. He moved his mouth further down,
leaving a wet trail over Max’s stomach and hips
with his tongue.

“I wish I could touch you,” he answered

honestly. “I’ve always wanted to run my hands
through your hair, to touch your face.”

Simon nodded. “You will.”
“Really?” Max was ready to get his hands free.

The position wasn’t uncomfortable or anything
like that, but he wanted to touch Simon. An open
invitation to do whatever he wanted to him would
be a nice treat.

“Yep.” Simon winked. “Tomorrow.”
Max groaned and scowled down at him. His

expression didn’t stay like that for long though as
Simon opened his mouth and swallowed his cock
deeply. Max gasped as he felt Simon’s nose press
against his lower stomach. No one had taken all of
him before. He stared down, not believing his own
eyes as he watched the thin line of Simon’s lips lift
a few inches before coming back down again.

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He worked Max with his tongue, the wet

warmth sliding over the hard ridges of Max’s
cock. Frustrated, Max shook his hands in the ties,
desperately wanting to touch Simon.

“Easy, Max,” Simon said, lifting his head.

“Relax and enjoy this. You can touch me after. I
promise I won’t go anywhere. Just try to trust me
now.”

Max pouted. “I want to touch you though.”
Simon nodded. “And you will. But right now I

need you to relax and just simply let yourself feel.
Can you do that for me?”

Slowly he nodded. He could. He didn’t

understand Simon’s game, and he could trust him
long  enough  to  believe  that  if  he  didn’t  struggle
then  Simon  would  let  him  go  after  they  were
done.  He’d  let  him  go  anyway,  though.  Max
didn’t  believe  for  a  moment  that  Simon  would
leave  him  tied  up.  But  if  he  relaxed,  then  maybe
Simon would keep going.

After a moment Max got his wish and Simon

lowered  his  mouth  back  onto  to  his  cock.  Max
relaxed  against  the  pillow  and  focused  on  the
sensations  Simon  was  causing  in  his  body.  He
could  do  this.  He  didn’t  have  to  control
everything.  At  least  in  here.  He  smiled,  thinking
that  maybe  Simon  could  be  right  about  a  few
things at least. He’d give the idea a chance to start

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off with. No reason to jump in right away. It was
just a game after all.

His hips lifted off the bed when he suddenly

felt Simon’s hands cupping his balls. He looked
down to see Simon swirling his tongue around the
head of his cock, a big grin on his face.

“I like your mouth on me,” Max admitted.
Simon laughed. “I thought you might.”
Max rolled his eyes. “Ego much?” Simon

shrugged and took Max’s cock back into his
mouth. Gasping, he watched Simon rise up on his
elbows and quickly move his mouth around Max’s
head. He laid back, moaning loudly as Simon
worked his mouth over his thick shaft. He added
his hands too, stroking him as his tongue swirled
over the slit in Max’s cock.

He sat back and lifted Max’s legs over his

thighs. “What’re you doing now?” Max asked a
moment before the answer became clear to him as
Simon licked his finger and brought the digit to
Max’s puckered entrance.

He held his breath, anticipating the sudden

pain of being stretched but relaxed after a moment
when it didn’t come. Instead, there was only the
slow slide of Simon’s finger as he moved inside of
Max’s ass. Simon took him deeply, his nose
touching the soft curls at the base of Max’s cock.

With a jolt Max felt Simon touch something

inside of him. Of course he knew what it was, the

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soft spot that  made him groan and bite his lip as
his  head  fell  back.  But  outside  of  sex  he’d  never
felt  anyone  else  touch  it.  And  now  Simon  was
curling  the  tip  of  his  finger  around  it  and  Max
could  barely  think  past  the  humming  waves  of
pleasure going through his heated body.

Simon pressed his tongue flat against the

underside of Max’s cock, making him jerk off the
bed. Simon lifted his head and replaced his mouth
with his tightened fist, quickly sliding his hand
over Max’s shaft.

Max squirmed, fighting the pleasure as much as

he could, even as Simon chuckled above him.
“You can’t control an orgasm, Max. Not really,” he
chided.

“I can try though,” Max said, desperately

closing his eyes.

Then Simon did something that took the fight

away from him. He didn’t know what it was, since
he wasn’t watching him, but Max felt the faint
scrape of teeth against his head and then the
pressure in his groin released.

When he opened his eyes again Simon was

kneeling above him and long lines of cum were
sprayed over his chest and neck.

“Kiss me,” Max demanded, his voice a breathy

pant.

Laughing, Simon obliged him. “I usually give

the orders,” he said, trailing light kisses over

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Max’s lips and cheek. “But I think I can give you
this one.”

He untied Max’s wrists and Max gratefully

brought them to Simon’s shoulders. Max squeezed
his arms, ran his hands over his back, and touched
his hair.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Simon said,

pulling away and getting off the bed. Max was
instantly sorry for the loss of contact. “Do you
want to sleep alone tonight or would you like the
company?”

Max smiled. “My choice?”
Simon nodded. “Of course.”
“It’s a big bed,” Max pointed out.
Laughing, Simon turned away. Max rolled over

and sighed happily. He wanted more, practically
needed it. But this little experiment had helped
him relax. He could already feel some of the day’s
stresses leaving him. Maybe, in time, Simon would
be right. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

He was nearly asleep when he felt the bed dip

behind him. Freshly showered, Simon smelled like
cinnamon  and  cloves.  Spicy  and  sweet.  Like  the
perfect cup of chai tea. There was no hesitation as
he  wrapped  his  arms  around  Max’s  sated  body.
As if he belonged there, Max relaxed into his hold,
believing that he’d stay the night. That he’d wake
up  next  to  Simon  in  the  morning.  It  had  been  a

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long time since someone had stayed that long.
Max didn’t let them.

Simon’s hands came up to cup Max’s wrists

where he’d been tied. They weren’t sore and
didn’t hurt. Within a few minutes Max silently fell
asleep, Simon’s warm breath tickling his shoulder.

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Chapter Four

ax’s hands shook as he fumbled with the
front door the next day, the key shaking in

the lock. He took a breath, forcing himself to calm
down. But the feeling didn’t last long as he nearly
dropped his keys and swore loudly. On the other
side of the door he heard footsteps coming toward
him and he backed up, putting the key back in the
pocket of his coat as he waited for his roommate to
open the door.

“You look like shit,” Simon said, pulling the

door wide and leaning against the frame.

Max’s mouth fell open at the sight of Simon in

just a towel, his black hair damp and sticking up
wildly.  His  cock  automatically  rose  in  response
and  he  dropped  his  hand  to  the  growing  tent  in
his loose  slacks. Simon’s bright  blue eyes tracked
the movement and when Max lifted his gaze again
he saw a grin splayed across Simon’s face.

“How was work?” he asked casually.

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Max roughly pushed past him, unwilling to

continue talking to the man while they were in the
doorway  in  full  view  of  their  elderly  neighbors
across the hall. He dropped his messenger bag, a
holdover from his days as an intern at the hospital
where  he  now  worked,  on  the  old  oak  bench
under the place he hung his keys and went to the
kitchen.

“Uh huh,” Simon said, coming up beside him

and blocking his path with a firm hand on Max’s
chest.  He  tried  not  to  let  that  contact  get  to  him.
He couldn’t let  Simon know what he did to him,
or  how  much  their  brief  night  together  meant  to
him. Or for him. Shit, he really  didn’t know how
to explain it. Only that he couldn’t. Not in words
anyway.  He  backed  up,  quickly  getting  out  of
Simon’s reach. Sparing a look to his roommate, he
walked around him and headed in the direction of
the  fridge.  Simon’s  hand  on  the  back  of  his  neck
stopped  him  instantly,  though.  Unable  to  easily
get  away  from  that  contact,  Max  stood  still  and
waited  for  Simon  to  say  whatever  it  was  that  he
needed to before he’d let Max get the drink he so
desperately wanted.

“You didn’t take your shoes off,” Simon said,

his voice flat as he stepped closer to Max’s side.

Color rose to fill Max’s cheeks as he looked

down at his feet. “Yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled,
remembering Simon’s rules about cleanliness.

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“Forgot.” He turned to go back to the front hall, to
the  small  section  Simon  had  dedicated  to  their
shoes,  but  Simon’s  hand  tightened  on  his  neck,
stopping him before he could take another step.

“While I’m glad that you remembered, it’s a bit

too late for that. On your knees.”

Max couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as he

let Simon push him down to the warm stone tile of
their  shared  kitchen.  Well,  really,  it  was  his
kitchen since he owned the condo and Simon was
simply  a  roommate,  but  at  that  moment  as  he
looked  up  into  Simon’s  expectant  gaze,  the
distinction really didn’t matter all that much.

“What do you want me to do?” Max asked,

expecting  the  answer  to  be  obvious  even  if  it
wasn’t. Not to him at least. They hadn’t done this
before.  Their  one  time  together,  the  night  before
last,  had  been  kinky  and  fun  but  Simon  going
down on him after he’d tied him up had been the
end  of  it.  Much  to  Max’s  disappointment.  They
hadn’t talked about it the next morning  and Max
had  gone  to  work  as  usual,  thinking  Simon  had
changed  his  mind  about  starting  anything  with
him.  But  apparently,  blessedly,  he’d  been  wrong.
“I  can  suck  you  off  if  that’s  what  you  want.  I
mean,  I  know  how  and  all.”  He  shut  his  mouth
tightly, sounding like an idiot and Simon’s gentle
smile  didn’t  really  help.  He  could  be  laughing  at
him  behind  those  perfect  blue  eyes  for  all  Max

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knew. Actually, he didn’t know much about his
roommate at all, as sad as that was.

Simon dropped his towel and Max licked his

lips  as  the  man’s  hard  cock  came  into  view,  its
purple  head  slick  and  needy  only  inches  from
Max’s  face.  He  leaned  forward,  his  mouth  open
and  ready  to  please  Simon  but  the  other  man’s
hand  quickly  dropped  in  front  of  his  cock,
blocking him. “Uh huh. First we do this my way.”

Frowning, Max looked up at him. “I thought we

already did that. Don’t I get a turn?”

“No. Not without my say so,” Simon replied,

his answer sounding automatic as he cupped his
sack with one hand and braced himself against the
countertop behind him with the other. “Tell me
about your day.”

Max couldn’t even begin to tell Simon about the

shit day he’d had, not when the sight of the man
stroking  himself,  his  long  fingers  moving  slowly
over his length, filled Max’s vision. He licked his
lips  and  leaned  forward,  hoping  Simon  had
changed his mind.

Simon shook his head. “I’ll tie you up again if

you make me, Max. Not that I mind seeing you
restrained, mind you. But sometimes we won’t
have that luxury and I’ll need you to behave when
and where I tell you to. Now, tell me about your
day. If you’re good I’ll let you suck me off.”

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The absurdity of the words Simon had said

didn’t bother Max. He knew his roommate was a
Dom.  They’d  gone  over  it,  briefly,  before  Simon
had tied him up in an effort to get him to relax. It
had  worked  for  that  night  at  least.  Not  much
longer  than  that,  as  his  day  had  proven.  But  at
least he’d been able to sleep that night which was
damn  near  a  miracle  considering  how  he’d  been
lately.  “I  had  meetings,”  Max  began,  his  gaze
tracking Simon’s movements as his fingers moved
over the thick width of his solid cock.

Simon nodded, his eyes nearly closing as he

brought his hand up to the underside of his head.
“Right. Meetings. They’re not the reason you look
exhausted and stressed. Start talking.”

Max pursed his lips. “I’d rather just suck you.”
Chuckling, Simon opened his eyes and looked

down at him. Max smiled, hopeful that Simon
would forget all about whatever he’d looked like
and just let him do what he wanted.

“Nice try. And I bet you’d be good at it, too,

with your full bottom lip stroking against the
underside of my cock, your tongue darting into
the slit, your hands cupping my balls…”

His voice ended on a breathy whisper that had

Max squirming in his position on the floor. “Yes. I
can  do  that.  I  want  to.  Let  me.”  He  reached  for
Simon’s  cock,  sure  that  the  other  man  would  let
him this time.

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But Simon stepped back again and Max sighed

at the increased distance between them. “You
suck,” he grumbled.

Simon smiled at him. “Not right now, but if you

do as you’re told you might be able to.”

“And what if I don’t want to?” Max asked

stubbornly.

“Don’t want to?” Simon echoed him.
Nodding, Max leaned back on his heels. He

could play this game, too. Simon wasn’t so special.
“Yeah. What if I don’t want to suck your cock?
Maybe I’ve lost interest. Maybe I just—”

“Don’t lie to me, Max. Not to me and not to

yourself,”  Simon  snapped  at  him.  “Your eyes  are
wide,  your  cheeks  are  filled  with  color  and  I  can
see how hard you are from here. You want to play
games, get an Xbox. You want to be an adult and
admit  your  fucking  desires,  then  stop  messing
around and answer my question.”

Max slowly nodded, unable to do anything else

in  light  of  Simon  calling  him  out  on  his  ploy.
“You’re  a  bastard.  You  know  that  right?  Here  I
am,  offering  to give you  what  will  probably  be  a
pretty  awesome  blowjob  and  you  can’t  stop
denying  me  and  asking  me  about  my  damn  day.
Which, as you know because you seem to know so
damn much, was awful so let’s just move on from
that,” Max fumed as he stared up at Simon.

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One of Simon’s perfectly carved brows rose.

“Dear sweet, Max…You haven’t even begun to see
what a bastard I am.” He wiped a drop of fluid off
the tip of his cock and held it out for Max but he
refused  to  move  closer,  refused  to  give  in  to
Simon, to show him just how much he wanted the
other  man.  And  so  he  stayed  where  he  was  and
after  a  moment  Simon  shrugged  and  wiped  his
finger  off  on  his  muscular  outer  thigh.  “And  I
want  to  know  what  happened  at  your  job.  That
was  the  whole  point  of  this.  Remember?  You
letting yourself deteriorate, me stepping in to help
you  relieve  some  of  that  stress…That’s  how  this
little  thing  between  us  is  going  to  work.  So,  you
can either tell me what  happened or we can stop
this  and  go  back  to  just  being  roommates.  Your
call. But we aren’t doing these power play games
of yours anymore. When you come home looking
like you’ve gone through hell at that job of yours I
want to help you deal with it. I want to help you
get  better,  to  thrive  under  the  pressure  you  force
yourself to go through. But if you’re unwilling to
accept that help, then there’s nothing more for us
to  do  here.  I  won’t  keep  pushing  a  sub  who
doesn’t want to be helped.”

Max frowned, unsure of what to make of

Simon’s words. He wanted to help? Since when?
“I already told you, I’m not leaving my job. I love

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being a surgeon. I’m a great doctor. People need
me.”

“They need you healthy, too,” Simon

countered. “And the added drinks to calm your
nerves, the late nights where you barely sleep, the
way your hands tremble when you drink your
coffee—none of that helps those people you’re so
desperate to fix. So at the end of the day are you
going to let me help you or do I need to leave?”

“What?” Max asked, nearly yelling in his shock.

“You can’t leave! You signed a lease. You can’t
just break it.”

Sighing loudly, Simon dropped his hand from

his cock and though he was still hard, the head of
his  cock  bobbing  against  his  lean  stomach,  he
appeared  no  more  bothered  by  the  lack  of
stimulation  than  he  would  have  by  a  fly  in  the
room. Max on the other hand couldn’t look away
from Simon’s heavy length. “I wouldn’t break my
lease,  Max.  Wanting  to  take  care  of  you  doesn’t
just stop with  me making you cum. But if  you’re
hell  bent  on  continuing  this  path  of  destruction
and  too  stubborn  to  see  that  you  obviously  need
help, especially when someone is offering to give
it to you, then I don’t want to be around to watch
you self implode. Because that’s what you will be
doing  at  the  end  of  it  and  you’ll  take  down
everyone around you when you do. It may not be
soon. You may be able to hold out for another six

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months. Maybe even a year. But at the end of this I
guarantee you that you’ll crash and burn without
help.  And  I  refuse  to  watch  you  do  that  to
yourself.  So  if  you  decide  that  you  don’t  want  to
be  helped,  that  you’re  too  damn  stupid  to  accept
that  you  need  it, then  I’ll get  my things  together,
transfer  enough  rent  to  cover  my  remaining
months  with  you  to  your  bank  account  and  then
walk  away.  I’m  done  watching  you  slowly  kill
yourself.”

Max could only stare at him, unsure if he’d

heard  him  correctly.  If  he’d  actually  understood.
“You have that  much saved? That’s thousands of
dollars.”

Simon rolled his eyes and pushed away from

the counter. Without saying a word he picked up
his towel and walked into his bedroom. Max was
still on his knees when the bedroom door closed
behind him.

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Chapter Five

eeling angry and uncomfortably out of
control, Simon went to his window and

pulled  back  the  thick  drapes.  A  woman  walking
her dog on the sidewalk below waved to him. He
waved  back,  recognizing  her  from  his  morning
runs  through  the  quiet  neighborhood.  He’d  miss
this  place  with  its  tall  trees  and  well  groomed
parks,  but  he’d  meant  what  he  said.  He  hadn’t
known Max long, only a few months, but his self-
destruction  had  steadily  been  getting  worse.  He
waited  until  the  woman  and  her  dog  had  passed
by  his  window  before  dropping  the  curtain  back
into place and going to his closet. It wouldn’t take
long to get packed and a few of the Doms he knew
would  likely  lend  their  subs  if  he  asked  for  their
help.  He  wasn’t  above  asking  for  help,  especially
not from the men he’d learned so much from. But
he didn’t want to have to make that call in the first
place.

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“Simon?” Max called through the closed

bedroom door.

While he would have preferred a soft knock, at

least  Max  hadn’t  barged  into  his  private  space.
“You can enter,” he called, his hand stilling on the
jeans  he  was  thinking  of  putting  on.  The  door
opened and he stepped back to better see Max as
he came in.

“Today was shit,” Max said, echoing his earlier

statements.

Simon nodded, realizing as much when he’d

seen  the  man  at  the  front  door.  He  waited
patiently for him to say more, letting Max decide if
he  wanted  to  speak  or  not.  He  knew  the
conditions  of  getting  him  to  stay,  Simon  didn’t
need to go through them again.

“And I don’t want you to leave,” Max

continued, looking away from Simon’s gaze.

Simon stepped closer to him. “I’d rather not go

either,” he admitted. “Are you willing to try this
again?”

Max sank to his knees in the middle of Simon’s

sparse bedroom. “And I took my shoes off, too.
Just like you asked.”

Simon gave him a soft smile of approval and

moved closer. He was still mostly hard and seeing
Max on his knees, ready to pleasure him with his
mouth, easily made his thick cock grow. “You
have my attention,” he said, giving Max

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permission to say what he’d come in to. Simon
was sure Max understood what he wanted and he
wasn’t about to repeat it for him. It was up to him
now.

“It started at eight this morning,” Max slowly

began. “With a staff meeting for the unit. Then
things just sort of went downhill from there.”

Simon nodded, letting him know that he’d

heard but not interrupting him.

“See, I yawned. Which isn’t a big deal normally.

But then I just couldn’t focus. What you did to me
that first night, tying me up and making me cum,
that  helped  me  sleep,    but  this  morning  I  kept
seeing their faces. All the patients I’ve lost on the
table. All the children, those tiny little kids. And I
can’t  sleep  through  it.  So  I  couldn’t  focus  in  the
meeting, had to do rounds and screwed up twice
while connecting with patients and their families. I
looked  like  a  complete  moron.  But  then  it  was
three  o’clock  and  I  had  surgery  to  get  to  and  my
hands  wouldn’t  stop  shaking.  I  couldn’t  go
through  with  the  surgery.  They  had  to  call
someone to come do it for me.” He took a breath
and Simon could see the tears pooling in his gray
eyes. “I’m a failure, Simon. A mess. What the hell
am  I  supposed  to  do  now?  I’m  the  head  of  the
surgical  unit  and  I  couldn’t  even  perform  a  basic
surgery today. They had to bring in some idiot to
do  my  job.  And  he  did  a  fine  one,  too,  despite

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barely passing his classes and not getting any
recommendations from his professors when he
graduated. But what does that say about me? That
he had to come and replace me because I couldn’t
do what I’m supposed to?”

Simon stepped forward and placed a gentle

hand on Max’s head. The man’s stress was a tight
line  that  ran  through  his  body,  bundling  him  up
too  tightly  and  pushing  out  everything  else.  He
trembled under Simon’s fingertips. Simon reached
down, trailing  his fingers over Max’s tear soaked
cheek to the line of his jaw. With light pressure he
forced  Max  to  look  up  at  him,  to  not  hide  his
emotions from him. “You did well telling me. And
while I don’t know the kind of frustration you felt
today,  I  can  help  you  release  it  with  very  little
effort  on  your  part.  All  you  have  to  do  is  be
willing  to  let  go  and  let  me  take  control.  Do  you
think you can do this?”

Max nodded and wiped his eyes. “I wouldn’t

have come in here if I didn’t. I know what you
want from me, Simon. I know how this works. I’ve
seen the porn videos.”

Simon smirked. “Acting isn’t the same as what

we’re about to do. Though if you’re interested I’ll
take you somewhere to learn what this is actually
all  about.  Now,  you may  put  your  mouth on  my
cock  and  suck  me  off.  But  be  mindful  of  your
teeth.”

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A smile came quickly to Max’s full lips as he

rose up on his knees and reached for Simon’s cock.

“No,” he said, stopping Max instantly. “Put

your hands behind your back. You won’t touch
me or yourself until you’re given permission.”

Max made an impatient noise in his throat and

for a moment Simon though he’d rebel against his
orders  but  after  a  quick  second  of  seeming
indecision Max did as he was told and Simon let
him come forward again. This time he didn’t stop
him  as  Max  placed  a  soft  kiss  on  the  base  of  his
cock.

Simon leaned his head back and let his eyes fall

gently  closed.  Max’s  mouth  was  gentle,  almost
tentative,  on  his  shaft.  He  appeared  to  be  the
caring kind of lover that Simon respected the most
and had been seeking for a while now. He didn’t
like pain, giving it or receiving it, and so many of
the  men  he’d  tried  to  enjoy  at  the  club  hadn’t
satisfied  him.  It  wasn’t  their  fault,  he  just  wasn’t
want they needed and yes, perhaps maybe he was
too particular about the kind of men he allowed to
get close to him in those dark corners. But it was
his  choice  just  as  much  as  it  was  theirs  and  if  he
didn’t make that decision in regards to his sex life
he wasn’t left with much else to decide on.

Max’s warm breath tickled his sensitive skin

and Simon let his hands fall to the other man’s
shoulders. He was less muscular than himself, his

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body  narrower  in  all  the  right  places,  but  Simon
had  expected  that  even  before  they’d  met.  In  his
ad  seeking  a  roommate,  Max  had  stated  his
profession in the details. He’d claimed it as a need
for  order  and  a  quiet  roommate.  Simon  had  only
seen  a  man  under  far  too  much  pressure  for  his
young  life.  Simon  brought  his  hands  up  to  the
sides of Max’s head. He wouldn’t control him yet.
Not this time. But he did want to touch him, to feel
the curve of his cheeks, the line of his jaw, the soft
stubble  that  ran  along  his  face.  With  his  thumb
near  the  other  man’s  mouth  he  felt  it  when  Max
opened  his  lips,  but  the  feeling  of  the  unfamiliar
mouth against the head of his cock still made his
breath catch in his throat. He held still, letting Max
learn him as much as Simon wanted him to  learn
him as well. Once he knew how Max liked to give
pleasure, Simon could  control that aspect of their
sex. But first he had to learn his new lover.

He didn’t make the mistake of calling Max any

more  than  that,  not  even  in  his  own  mind.  They
didn’t  have  a  relationship,  not  any  that  could
easily  be  defined  outside  of  simply  being
roommates.  And  one  blowjob  and  the  start  of
another hardly made them a pair. But Max wasn’t
a stranger either, far  from it actually.  And Simon
wouldn’t put that kind of distance between them.
Not now that Max had agreed to willingly submit
to what Simon wanted to give him. The offer was

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neither  traditional  nor  easy  for  the  other  man,
Simon knew that well enough. Max was stubborn
and could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to
be.  But  that  he’d  agreed  to  be  this  way  with  him
made  Simon  rethink  his  early  assumptions  about
his  roommate’s  character.  Maybe  he  was  smart
enough to realize he needed help as well.

The tip of Max’s tongue swirled around the

crowned head of Simon’s cock, causing him to hiss
as  his  hands  tightened  in  Max’s  brown  hair.  He
released his hair, not wanting to give into the urge
to  control  him  before  his  time  came.  He’d  take
what was his and get Max to submit to him, when
it  was  his  turn.  When  he  was  a  younger,  far  less
experienced Dom, he’d rushed more than one sub
in his eagerness to see the kind of results the other
Doms around him appeared to get so easily. Now
he  knew  better,  though  it  had  taken  the  stern
discipline of a Master to get him to learn. He now
knew that subs needed to be shown the way, not
forced into submission. It was for their own good.
Simon realized now, years after that incident, that
without that Master’s training he would not have
been  able  to  help  Max  now.  And  he  had  helped,
despite  Max’s  day.  His  roommate  had  slept  well
the  first  night  after  he’d  come  to  him.  Hopefully
he’d  do  the  same  tonight.  They  could  figure  out
the details later, right now it was all about helping
Max and getting him back to the place he’d been

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in  when  Simon  had  first  come  to  live  with  him.
Back  to  when  he  did  sleep  and  actually  ate  full
meals  without  looking  like  he  was  rushing
through it and barely tasting the food.

“Is this good?” Max asked, pulling his mouth

away from Simon’s cock.

Looking down at him, Simon gave the other

man a soft smile and ran his thumb across Max’s
wet lips. “Yes. It is. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“It would be better if I could touch myself,”

Max admitted.

Simon lowered his gaze to see the evidence of

Max’s  desire  in  the  form  of  a  hard  ridge  in  the
front  of  his  pants.  He  nodded,  knowing  the  man
must be straining not to pleasure himself. But he’d
been good about it so far and hadn’t removed his
hands  from  behind  his  back.  “You  have  my
permission to remove your hands from your back
only long enough to take yourself out.”

Though Max appeared surprised, he quickly

did  as  he  was  told  and  unzipped  his  pants.  He
pushed  the  slacks  down  his  hips,  giving  himself
even  more  room  as  his  heavy  cock  sprang
forward.  Simon  licked  his  lips  as  the  sight  of  his
hard  length,  his  mouth  remembering  the  feel  of
Max’s cock between his lips as he sucked him.

“You have a beautiful cock,” Simon said, still

looking at Max’s length.

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“Uh, thanks,” Max replied, sounding unsure of

himself.

Nodding, Simon turned his attention back to

Max’s face. “Hands behind your back again and
open your mouth.”

Max frowned. “I don’t get to jerk myself while I

suck you?”

“No. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow. Now, hands

behind your back.” Simon waited, his cock only
inches from Max’s very tempting mouth. Sighing,
Max did as he was told. Though it did take longer
than Simon would have liked for him to decide to
listen and obey him.

Max opened his mouth and took Simon back in,

causing  him  to  moan  softly  as  he  leaned  toward
him. The warmth of Max’s mouth spread through
Simon’s cock and into his hips, easing his stress as
he closed his eyes and settled his hands on Max’s
shoulders  again.  He  smiled  as  Max  swirled  his
tongue against the head of his cock, appearing to
experiment with what he liked. Simon appreciated
the  effort  but  he  didn’t  need  to  worry,  Max  had
been  doing  just  fine  so  far  and  Simon  had  spent
the last six  months unable to stop thinking about
the  other  man.  He’d  been  a  tempting  sort  of
problem,  one  Simon  had  wanted  to  figure  out.
Eagerly  in fact. But the timing had never seemed
right, though that might have just been an excuse.
In fact, now that he had Max on his knees in front

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of  him,  Simon  was  fairly  sure  that  it  was.  He’d
needed far more than a simple, gentle shove shove
in the right direction to see that Max needing him
was  more  than  just  a  passing  phase.  And  Simon
had waited  far  too long  to jump in and give him
an offer of help.

“I’m sorry for taking my time coming to you,”

he said. The apology was hard. Admitting that
he’d made a mistake was even more so.

Max leaned back, a frown marring his full

bottom lip. “What are you talking about?”

“You needed my help. This could have helped

you relax a lot sooner, before things started to get
really bad for you,” Simon explained as he
brought his hand to Max’s brown hair.

Smirking, Max shook his head. “I’m still not

sure about this whole thing and yet I know that
you were able to help the other night. Before now I
might not have even accepted your help. Which
would be kind of sad because I had fun before.”

“I did, too.” Simon stepped away and moved to

his  bed.  “Come  here,  undress  yourself  and  fold
your clothes neatly on the floor.” He stretched out
on his comfortable mattress and waited for Max to
obey  him.  Which,  Simon  was  glad  to  see,  he  did
after  a  long  moment.  He  took  his  time,  fumbling
with  his  clothes  as  he  took  them  off,  stripping
down until he was just in his boxers and a pair of
black trouser socks. When he hesitated to remove

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his  boxers  Simon  lifted  his  eyebrow,  silently
challenging  Max.  Pursing  his  lips,  the  other  man
yanked  them  down  his  hips  and,  like  the  rest  of
his clothes, they were folded and neatly put aside.

When he stepped toward him Simon shook his

head. “Socks, too.”

Max frowned and looked down at his feet. “But

your room is cold.”

“And I don’t like socks on my partners while

I’m  fucking  them.  You’ll  be  under  the  blankets.
Get  your  socks  off.  I’ll  make  sure  you’re  warm
enough.” Simon scowled at him, unused to having
such a difficult man as a sub.

Max shucked them off and quickly came

toward  him,  his  feet  loud  against  the  hardwood
floor  of  Simon’s  bedroom.  Simon  got  up  as  he
came closer and pulled the blankets aside.  He let
Max  get  in  and  then  he  joined  him,  pulling  the
thick comforter over them and sighing as warmth
surrounded him. “I’ve never had someone in this
bed,” Simon said, a smile teasing his lips.

Max looked surprised. “Really?”
Nodding, Simon reached from him, letting his

fingers explore Max’s chest and stomach. “Never.
I don’t bring men here.”

“So then where do you go?” Max asked, putting

his hands on Simon’s arms.

“There’s a club that I frequent. I’ll take you

there if you want.”

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Max shrugged and Simon let the idea drop. The

club  wasn’t  for  the  faint  hearted  and  he  didn’t
expect Max to enjoy every aspect of what it had to
offer,  or  even  half  of  it.  But  for  the open  minded
men  and  women  that  went  there,  the  club  was  a
great  place  to  unwind  and  have  some  fun  with
others  that  shared  your  kinks,  whatever  they
happened to be. The only rule, and it was a strict
one,  was  consent.  Other  than  that  anything  was
allowed  and  people  could  stay  as  long  as  they
wanted.  It  was  one  of  the  reasons  Simon  went
there years ago after the leather clubs didn’t offer
him  what  he  wanted  and  the  heavy  BDSM  clubs
were sometimes too much for him.

He helped Max roll over onto his stomach and

surprisingly the other man didn’t protest until
Simon slid on top of him, his hands pressed on
either side of Max’s shoulders. He turned his head
to the side, looking up at Simon curiously. “

“Going to give me a massage to relax me?” he

asked.

Simon rolled his eyes and pushed his thighs

between  Max’s  legs,  spreading  him  open.  “Not
quite,” he answered, leaning down to place a kiss
on  the  back  of  Max’s head.  “But  I  promise you’ll
like it anyway.”

Max looked a bit skeptical, maybe even a little

unsure of either himself or Simon, but he said
nothing more as Simon reached over his head to

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the  little  shelf  he  kept  above  his  bed.  The
comforter  fell  back  and  he  pulled  it  over  them
again as he brought the tube of lubricant close and
poured  some  of  it  onto  his  hand.  Simon  put  the
tube aside and rubbed his hands together, getting
the  clear  sticky  substance  warmed  up  before  he
dropped his hand to the slit of Max’s ass.

“It’s been awhile for me,” Max said. “Just didn’t

have time with work and then the stress…” His
voice trailed off and he shrugged.

Simon nodded, already realizing this from the

lack of times he’d seen Max bring someone home
with  him.  His  past  relationships  didn’t  really
matter. They weren’t dating, not in the traditional
way  people  often  did.  There  was  no  candlelight,
no wine, no movies to go see. This was just about
sex between them and Simon wanting to help Max
cope with a job that was quickly wearing him out.
His pushed his finger  lower, letting it move over
Max’s puckered anus and down to his balls. Max
lifted  himself  up,  pushing  against  Simon’s  hand
and  seeking  contact.  Smiling,  Simon  moved  his
hand  down  to  briefly  cup  Max’s  balls  and  gently
squeezed  them  before  moving  his  hand  away  to
circle  his  anus  with  the  tips  of  his  fingers.  Max
squirmed  under  him  and  Simon  put  his  other
hand on the man’s hip, holding him in place as he
teased him.

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“You aren’t to cum until I let you,” Simon

reminded him, in  case Max had forgotten.  “If we
need  to  take  extra  measures  to  ensure  this  I  will.
But they aren’t really my preference.”

Max nodded and looked back at him, his eyes

mostly  closed  as  if  he  was  thinking  deeply about
something.  Simon  slipped  a  finger  inside  of  him,
testing  him.  Max’s  tight  entrance  closed  around
him and Simon smiled, moving his hand from his
hip  to  cup  Max’s  round  ass.  He  gave  him  a
squeeze  and  slid  his  finger  in  and  out  of  Max’s
anus,  teasing  him  until  Max  made  an  impatient
noise  in  his  throat.  Smiling,  Simon  slid  his  finger
out the whole way before pushing in another. This
time  Max  gasped  and  pressed  back  against  his
hand,  wanting  more  than  Simon  was  willing  to
give him.

“Do you want something?” Simon asked him,

his voice a warm breath against Max’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I want you in me,” he gasped as Simon

twisted his fingers, stroking his sensitive inner
walls with the tips of his fingers.

“What do you want me to do when I’m in

you?”  he  continued.  Max  gave  him  a  blank  stare
as  if  the  words  hadn’t  made  any  sense  to  him  so
Simon  clarified.  “I  want  to  hear you  say  it. What
do you want?”

Max pursed his lips, looking irritated.

“Obviously I want to have sex with you.”

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Simon nodded. “Right. Say it. Tell me.” He

removed his hand from Max’s ass and stroked
some lube over his own cock, preparing himself to
enter the other man’s tight passage.

“I want you to fuck me,” Max growled,

sounding annoyed.

“Good.” Simon pulled his fingers out of him

and  replaced  them  with  his  cock  in  one  hard
thrust  that  brought  a  loud  gasp  from  them  both.
He leaned back, looking down at the place where
their  bodies  met  and  smiling  as  he  pulled  back
and  then  sunk  into  him  again,  causing  Max  to
shiver beneath his hands. “You like that?”

Max nodded, though his bottom lip looked to

have been bitten.

“Relax and give into the pleasure. Let your day

go away, just stay with me,” Simon said, running
his hands along Max’s back as he slowly slid in
and out of his ass.

“Alright.” Max sucked in a deep breath and

gripped the pillows on either side of his head.

Simon leaned over him, pushing himself deeper

inside of Max’s tight ass. He pressed his weight on
Max’s hips, pushing him into the thick mattress as
he kissed the back of the other man’s head. He
rolled his hips, seeking the deepest places in Max’s
body until he heard Max gasp and felt him shake
beneath him. “There?” Simon asked going back to
the spot that had made Max react.

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He nodded and his hands tightened on the

pillows as Simon pressed against it again,
deepening his angle. “Yeah. Right there. Oh fuck,
Simon.”

Grinning, Simon stroked into him, repeatedly

pressing against that point. “Stay with me. Focus
on this. On us. Let the rest of it go away.”

Max shut his eyes tightly and bit his lip, his

shoulders bunching around Simon’s hands.

“And don’t cum either,” Simon reminded him.
“I’m close,” Max groaned.
Simon  felt  him  rub  against  the  mattress  and

shook his head. “No, not like that. You’ll cum. I
promise. But not until I tell you that you can and
absolutely not on my sheets. I don’t feel like doing
laundry tonight. Understand?” Frowning, Max
slowly nodded and Simon felt him go still beneath
his hips. “Good.”

He was close too, though not as much as Max

must have been to disobey him by rubbing himself
off  the  sheets  so  he  sped  up,  surging  into  Max’s
ass  and  feeling  his  tight  muscles  stretch  around
him  with  each  hard  thrust  until  his  orgasm
crashed  over  him,  taking  his  breath  with  it.  He
shot into Max’s ass, moaning loudly as he gripped
the  other  man’s  hips  tightly  against  his  own.
When his vision stopped spinning  and he looked
down at Max he saw the man’s cheeks dark with
color  as  he  looked  up  at  him.  Smiling  Simon

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moved back, his cock feeling suddenly exposed
without Max’s ass wrapped around it.

“Turn over. It’s your turn now.”
Max quickly complied, the bed squeaking as he

got  onto  his  back  and  spread  his  thighs  around
Simon’s knees. As  soon as he looked comfortable
Simon  put  his  hands  on  Max’s  cock,  stroking  his
hard length between his fingers.

As Simon pulled on him, his long fingers

quickly  bringing  Max  to  completion,  the  other
man  shook  beneath  him.  Max  moaned  loudly  as
his  hips  thrust  off  Simon’s  sheet  and  up  to  meet
his  hand.  Moments  later  his  moans  ended  on  a
harsh  cry  as  he  came,  the  warmth  of  his  cum
splashing  over  Simon’s  hand  and  onto  his
stomach.

Simon released him, sitting back without a

word.

“Th-thank you,” Max breathed, his words

coming  out  in  shuddering  syllables  between  his
labored breaths. Simon gave him a soft smile then
left the room. He hoped that Max would be able to
sleep now as he went to the bathroom to wash up.
When  he  came  back  to  his  room  Max  was  no
longer  there.  It  was  as  he  expected,  though  it
might  have  been  a  change  for  the  other  man.
Simon  was  used  to  not  having  anyone  else
around, to not seeing his lovers again after they’d
finished.  But,  logically,  he  knew  that  Max  wasn’t

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Chapter Six

lthough he’d had a blissfully dreamless sleep
the night before, Max felt like he was going

through  hell  at  work  the  next  day.  He  was
shaking,  though  admittedly  it  was  a  bit  less  than
usual this late in the morning. But still, as he had
held even a clipboard between his fingers, the cold
metal  had  shook  and  the  movement  had  drawn
the attention of the nurses around him. Sighing, he
put his head in his hands in the break room, a cup
of  hot  coffee  warming  the  space  in  front  of  him,
though  he’d  felt  none  of  it’s  usual  peace,    in  the
five minutes he’d been drinking it.

“What’s going on with you?” a man said, sitting

down beside him at the small table.

Max looked up, unsure if he actually wanted to

talk  to  anyone.  But  Brandon,  a  man  he’d  gone  to
med-school with and stayed relative friends with,
wasn’t  the  last  person  he’d  want  to  talk  to.  He
wasn’t  the  first  choice  either  though.  “Nothing,”

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Max said stiffly, sitting back and trying to look
casual. “Just not sleeping well.”

Brandon’s wrinkled face cracked into a wide

smile. “Yeah. I hear that. My mother-in-law is
staying with us right now. I haven’t had a decent
night in the three months she’s been with us. Her
house is being finished, though it was supposed to
be done last month. So what’s your excuse? Wife
driving you insane, too?”

Smirking, Max shook his head. “No. No wife.

Just…”  He  shrugged.  He  couldn’t  very  well  tell
the other man that things were getting to him here
at  the  hospital,  that  his  job,  the  one  he’d  lobbied
for and worked damn hard for, was becoming too
much stress for him to bear. No, that wouldn’t be
happening  anytime  soon.  But  Brandon  was
looking at him expectantly and Max really didn’t
have a suitable answer for him. “What do you do
when  something’s  bothering  you?”  he  asked,
hoping  to  get  some  mild  insight.  It  probably
wouldn’t save his life but maybe it would help his
hands stop shaking. For today at least.

“Sex,” was Brandon’s seemingly automatic

answer.

Max hoped he wasn’t blushing as he slowly

nodded,  hoping  that  he  appeared  to  understand.
Really  though  he  hadn’t  been  expecting  that
answer at all.

“You?” Brandon asked.

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“Don’t know. But sex was my roommate’s

suggestion as well.” Max’s eyes widened, he really
hadn’t meant to let that slip. He pulled his coffee
close  and  stared  down  at  it,  hoping  it  would
swallow  him  up  and  take  him  away.  Damn  now
that was embarrassing.

Brandon smiled. “It’s good advice. Work out

some of that stress. It helps me.”

Breathing slowly, Max lifted his eyes from the

Styrofoam cup in front of him.

“But what if…” he swallowed thickly. “What if

the sex is different? What if it’s not what you
expected it to be? Then what?”

Brandon shifted in his chair, looking

uncomfortable. His gaze darted to the clock on the
wall in front of them before coming back to Max.
“Well, look at that. Time went fast. Looks like
break’s over. And—”

Max sighed and dropped his head. “Yeah.

Sorry  about  that.  Never  mind.”  Great.  He’d  tried
opening up to someone and now it was probably
going to be all over the unit that he liked kinky sex
or  some  shit.  As  the  chair  behind  him  scraped
loudly against the floor, he groaned and dropped
his  head.  The  break  room  door  closed  loudly
behind Brandon and Max continued to stare at his
coffee. Sadly the overpowered black liquid had no
answers for him. And it didn’t swallow him whole
and take him away either. Sadly.

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His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled

it out, unsure if he wanted to talk to anyone or not
but knowing he should probably answer the text
regardless.

Work better?
Getting a text from Simon wasn’t unusual. But

in the past, before he’d allowed Simon into his bed
earlier  that  week,  texts  from  the  other  man
consisted  of  the  usual  grocery  store  talk  of
whether or not they needed milk and if Max had a
preference for meats that week. He never pried or
asked personal questions.

Max typed quickly, not sure of what he wanted

to say but knowing at least he could tell the other
man that work was shitty and he didn’t want his
break to end because he didn’t want to have to
deal with it anymore. Wasn’t their little agreement
supposed to be helping him get through the day
and not confusing him more?

Work crap. No focus. Shaking. Isn’t sex meant to

make  it  better?  He  typed  back.  As  soon  as  he  hit
send he groaned, feeling badly about putting that
all  on  Simon.  It  wasn’t  the  other  man’s  fault  he
was so screwed up. His right hand shook and Max
put his hands under the table, hiding them in case
anyone happened to see just as his phone vibrated
again.

Will try something new tonight. How long until

you’re off?

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He glanced at the clock. Four hours if he stayed

for the entire shift. He was a mess though. Maybe
taking an early day off would be good for him.
And it’s not like he was doing any good there.

Are you home now?

I am. But you’re staying at work.
The familiar feeling of being a stubborn,

petulant  child  bubbled  up  inside  of  him  as  Max
stared at his phone. He wasn’t used to being told
no,  especially  not  when  he  knew  what  would
probably  be  waiting  for  him  when  he  got  home.
Wasn’t Simon supposed to want him at home with
him? Isn’t that how he and Simon worked?

If I came home we could have sex.
The offer was obviously there, Simon had even

said  they’d  try  something  new  tonight.  Maybe
he’d  tie  him  up  again  and  do  something  else.
Whatever  he  had  in  mind,  Max  was  game.  He
hadn’t  been  disappointed  by  Simon  yet,  and  it
sure  as  hell  beat  staying  in  the  hospital  when  he
felt so miserable.

Part of caring about you is not placing my needs

above your own. You need to be at work and you need

to be focused.

And how the hell do you intend for me to do that?
Max pushed his phone away and released a

heavy sigh. Great, even his Dom didn’t want to
fuck him right then. What the hell was that about?
Simon seemed perpetually horny and demanding.

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Most guys would jump at the chance to have sex
with  him.  Or  so  Max  thought.  He  knew,
objectively,  he  wasn’t  at  his  best  right  then.  But
damn  it  he’d  had  partners  before  and  most  of
them  told  him  he  was  attractive.  The  one  that
hadn’t, well, he was an asshole and didn’t warrant
thinking about again.

Think about me in your ass, the feeling you have of

being under me, of being controlled.

Color rushed into Max’s cheeks.

You want me turned on?
I want you focused.
He frowned down at his phone, unsure of what

Simon was getting at.

Being horny will make me focused? How?
He waited patiently for his phone to vibrate

again, well aware that his break was nearly over
and he had to get going. But if Simon’s ridiculous
idea actually worked he’d be all for it. It’s not like
he was actually doing any good being in the unit
anyway.

Give it a try.

How?
Max stared down at his phone, expecting a

reply  but  when  none  came  he  grumbled  and
shoved  the  phone  back  into  his  pocket.  Stupid
Simon and his damn cryptic messages. Wasn’t he
actually  supposed  to  be  helpful?  Somehow  Max
had  thought  that’s  what  this  had  all  been  about.

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Maybe he was wrong. He glanced at the clock. His
break was over and had been for a minute and a
half. But he needed to at least give Simon’s idea a
try. Maybe then his hands wouldn’t be shaking.

He closed his eyes and thought back to the

night  before,  to  the  feeling  of  having  Simon
behind him, of his thick cock stretching Max’s ass,
of the other man’s hands pressing into his hips as
he fucked him. Aside from making him hard and
barely able to breathe, the memory did nothing to
improve his focus. So he thought harder, thinking
that he must be missing something though what it
was  he  had  no  idea.  He  pictured  the  scene  more
fully,  trying  to remember  every  detail  of  Simon’s
neatly kept bedroom. Then he thought of how he
wasn’t  allowed  to  cum,  guessing  that  Simon
meant  that  when  he  mentioned  being  controlled
since Max certainly hadn’t been tied up last night.
That  had  been  frustrating  but  his  orgasm  had
turned out to be stronger by having to wait.

“Doctor Peterson?”
Nearly holding back a groan, Max forced his

eyes open and looked at the nurse in the break
room’s open doorway. “Yes?” She wasn’t familiar
but that wasn’t strange since most of their nurses
worked on a rotation basis from their surrounding
hospitals.

“You’re needed in room one-fifteen,” she said,

stepping back.

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Max nodded and got to his feet, uncomfortably

aware  of  his  erection.  Thankfully  it  didn’t  show
through  his  loose  work  pants.  Trying  to  believe
Simon  knew  what  the  hell  he  was  talking  about,
he held onto the image of holding back his orgasm
and tried to focus on that feeling and nothing else
as  he  made  his  way  through  the  familiar  white
hallways to the room.

“How was it?” Simon asked that night when he

stepped inside the apartment.

Max set down his bag and kicked off his shoes

before joining his roommate in the kitchen. “Aside
from my hard on, it was better. They have a name
for what you put me through. No one is supposed
to have a four hour erection,” Max grumbled,
coming up beside Simon to see what he was
cooking.

“Priapism?” Simon offered casually as he

stirred what looked like a marinara sauce but
smelled far spicier.

“I was thinking more like torture,” Max replied,

pressing up against the other man’s hip to let him
know  that  his  cock  was  still  just  as  hard.
“Whatever  you’re  cooking  can  wait.  Though  it
does smell pretty amazing. Let’s go do that thing
you  were  going  to.  The  new  thing.”  He  reached
for  Simon’s  hand  but  he  took  up  the  wooden
spoon instead. “Simon?”

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He shook his head. “Dinner first. Then we talk.

After that we’ll see about the new thing. I’m glad
the suggestion of focusing on something else
helped though. It helps me.”

Max frowned and stepped away. “Good for

you. But what  am I  supposed to  do  about this in
the  meantime?”  he  reached  down  and  gripped
himself through his  pants, nearly  groaning  at the
feeling  of  contact  that  he’d  been  denying  himself
all  afternoon.  He’d  never  been  that  hard  for
someone before but the image of Simon on top of
him and the feeling of denying himself an orgasm
had  kept  him  going.  One  doctor  had  even
remarked  on  how  much  better  he’d  seemed.
Maybe  he  had  been,  though  honestly  he  hadn’t
been  able  to  think  of  much  more  than  relieving
himself  in  the  nearest  bathroom.  Too  bad  he
hadn’t  had  a  break  long  enough  to  actually  get
that done.

Simon put the spoon down and turned to him,

his back resting against the countertop. “Take it
out.”

Max openly stared at him. “Huh?”
A slow smile spread over Simon’s face. “Take

out your cock. I want to see it.”

Shrugging, Max did as he was told and

unzipped his pants. They sagged on his hips as he
pushed them down just enough to take himself
out. He was still very hard and it felt good to be

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able to free himself from his pants at least. “See? I
told you I was hard.”

Simon nodded and came closer. Max hoped

he’d  get  on  his  knees  and  suck  him,  but
unfortunately  he  had  no  such  luck.  Simon
switched off the pot on his way over and pressed
one hand on either side of Max’s hips, forcing him
back  against  the  countertop.  Max  stared  at  his
chin, unable to look up from the tight position he
had  him  in.  His  cock  pressed  between  them  and
Max rubbed against Simon’s crotch, hoping to feel
him  hard  as  well  through  the  lounge  pants  he
wore. Max lifted his head, hoping for a kiss as he
brought  his  hands  around  Simon’s  waist  and
pressed  himself  against  the  other  man’s  hips.
Simon  denied  him  a  kiss  but  he  did  slide  his
fingers between them, taking Max’s head into his
hand and letting him rub against him.

“You want to cum?” he asked, his voice rough

in Max’s ear.

Max eagerly nodded, wanting the release more

than he had words for. “Please,” he whispered. He
was unused to begging but in that instant it felt
right to ask for something like that from Simon.

“You didn’t relieve yourself at work. I’m glad.”
The warmth of his voice spread through Max

and he smiled, happy to have pleased him even in
this little way.

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“On your knees,” Simon said, stepping back

and giving him enough room to find a space on
the floor.

“What about me?” Max asked, even as he slid

down and got comfortable with his knees tucked
under him.

Simon smiled down at him and pulled down

his pants, releasing his own hard cock. Max licked
his lips and leaned forward, knowing what Simon
probably expected him to do and wanting to give
it to him as well. “You can stroke yourself as you
suck me, but only while your mouth is on my
cock. If you remove your mouth from me, then
you must remove your hand. Understand?”

Grinning, Max nodded and leaned forward

with his mouth open and ready to give the other
man pleasure while he gave himself some as well.
He  followed  Simon’s  instructions,  having  no
doubt  the  man  would  keep  his  word  if  Max
happened  to  veer  off  the  acceptable  path.  As  his
mouth  covered  the  swollen  purple  head  of
Simon’s  cock,  Max  brought  his  hand  to  his  own.
He  licked  Simon’s  cock  as  he  stroked  himself,
matching  his  mouth  with  the  movements  of  his
hand until he slowly found a rhythm that worked
for him. He’d never done this before, not like this
at  least.  Sure,  he’d  pleasured  himself  while  he’d
sucked  on  a  guy’s  dick  before,  but  this  was
different. He had a task and rules to keep in mind.

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The  addition  of  those  elements  somehow
heightened  the  experience  for  him.  He  wondered
if  it  did  for  Simon  as  well,  but  the  man’s  quiet
grunts  did  little  to  tell  him  anything  more  than
that  what  he  was  doing  with  his  mouth  and
tongue were pleasurable to the other man.

Simon’s hands went to his hair and something

inside Max settled. He liked having a man’s hands
on  his  head  when  he  was  giving  a  blowjob.  He
enjoyed  the  feeling  of  being  guided.  But  Simon
took  it  a  step  further,  controlling  him  with  firm
pressure  on  the  back  of  his  head.  Max  closed  his
eyes,  breathing  in  the  man’s  musky  scent  as  the
chill  of  the  tile  floor  began  to  seep  into  his  legs.
With Simon taking care of his head, Max diverted
some of his attention to his own needs. He stroked
his cock harder, the bit of pain sending shivers up
his spine.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Simon asked him,

his words punctuated by harsh groans.

Max nodded, unable to do anything more as his

pleasure  built  up  inside  his  groin,  begging  for
release. Simon pulled back on his hair, giving him
a  light  tug.  Though  he  hated  to  hold  off  his
orgasm for even another moment, Max obediently
removed  his  hand  from  his  cock  as  soon  as
Simon’s left his lips.

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“Good job,” Simon said. “Glad to see you can

follow instructions, even when you obviously
don’t want to.”

“Great. Can I come now?” Max asked, hating

that his voice sounded like he was whining.

Simon laughed. “Yes. You can come now. Jerk

yourself off until you come. I will as well and I
plan to come all over your face. So when I tell you
to open your mouth, have your tongue out.”

With heat covering his face, Max nodded and

brought  his  hand  back  to  his  cock,  eagerly
stroking  himself  as  he  watched  Simon  take  his
own  cock  in  his  right  hand.  With  his  left  he
cupped his balls, playing with them. Max lifted his
gaze for a moment and saw Simon watching him
as  well.  His  lips  parted  on  a  moan  and  Max
answered with his own. He could see  the heat in
Simon’s  gaze  as  he  stood  over  him,  a  mighty
presence  that  covered  Max  from  his  position  on
the  floor.  He  didn’t  mind  it  though,  not  as  much
as  he  might  have  last  week.  Now  he  knew  that
Simon would let him come, that this would be just
one  of  his  orgasms  for  the  week,  and  that  he’d
experience something new with this one just as he
had  the  last  few  Simon  had  given  him.  He  never
thought that he’d be orgasming in his own kitchen
but now here he was about to.

As Simon stroked himself, Max leaned up to

pressed his mouth to the underside of Simon’s

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cock, wanting to feel the other man’s shaft against
his  mouth.  Simon  pressed  against  him  and
moaned as he rubbed his shaft against Max’s lips.
Smiling, Max leaned back and let his orgasm take
him  over,  the  force  of  his  pleasure  stealing  his
breath as his head fell back and banged loudly on
the  edge  of  the  countertop  behind  him.  His  cum
splattered across the floor as he cried out.

“Open up,” Simon said, his voice rough as he

pushed Max’s head back.

Though he could barely keep his eyes open he

parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, reaching
for Simon’s cum. The first spray caught him across
the cheek and Max gasped at the warmth of it just
as the second landed on his tongue. A third hit the
bridge of his nose. When it seemed like Simon was
through,  Max  leaned  forward  and  eagerly  took
him into his mouth, cleaning the other man’s cock
with  his  tongue.  The  salty  taste  of  his  thick  fluid
coated  his  mouth  and  Max  moaned,  enjoying  the
taste of Simon’s pleasure. Before he was ready  to
stop, Simon stepped back and out of Max’s reach.
He  tossed  him  a  kitchen  towel  then  put  himself
away.

“Clean up the floor then wash up for dinner.

It’ll be ready in just a few minutes,” Simon said,
effectively dismissing him from the room.

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With his mouth hanging open and the taste of

Simon’s cum on his tongue, Max could only stare
at the other man. “That was great,” he blurted.

Chuckling, Simon gave him a slight nod. “Yes.

You do give great head and I enjoy seeing you
cum. Now, do as I said.”

Max leaned forward and cleaned the floor of his

fluid.  He  rose  shakily  to  his  feet  and  tucked
himself back in his pants before making his way to
the  bathroom.  Once  he  was  clean  and  the  dirty
towel  had  been  put  in  the  hamper  he  came  back
out to the kitchen to see Simon spooning the sauce
he’d been making over a bed of pasta. He handed
Max a plate as he came up then followed Simon to
the dining room table.

“Wine?” Simon offered him, going to the

chilled cabinet where Max knew he kept his
favorites.

His head still fuzzy from his much needed

orgasm, Max shrugged and took a seat. “Sure. I
guess. Whatever you’re having.”

Moments later Simon returned with two glasses

with a rich red wine in them. Max sniffed the one
Simon  set  in  front  of  him.  He  took  a  drink  as
Simon sat down across from him. It was sweet and
dark  but  more  than  that  Max  couldn’t  tell.  He
wasn’t  really  a  wine  person.  That  was  more  of
Simon’s department.

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“Eat up,” Simon said, putting a napkin across

his lap and taking a bite of the pasta.

Max began eating as well, his sex addled mind

struggling  to  keep  up  with  what  his  hands  were
supposed to be doing. He dropped the fork more
than  once  and  almost  spilled  the  wine.  When  it
was  clear  he  was  getting  nowhere  fast  he  looked
across to Simon and glared at him.

“What?” Simon asked, a bite of pasta poised

inches from his mouth.

“How are you still completely fine after that?”
Frowning, Simon put his fork down. “After

what?”

“A great fucking orgasm,” Max reminded him.

He sighed and propped his chin upon his hand.
“That was amazing. Yet you’re just…I don’t know.
You’re completely fine. How is that possible?”

“Because I can control myself,” Simon replied,

taking the bite he’d denied himself. “I’ve learned
to.”

“Huh.” Max took another bite and drank some

of his wine. “How?”

Simon shrugged and wiped his mouth with his

napkin. Max wondered how he’d managed to eat
so  fast  but  figured  it  was  because  he’d  actually
been  focused  on  it  whereas  Max  had  only  been
focused on him.

“I just do,” Simon replied. “I can put things

away in my mind. Yes, I enjoyed what we shared

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just as I did last night and the time before that. But
it’s not the only thing I’ve been thinking about and
so it doesn’t take me as long to recover as it is
seeming to take you.”

Feeling a bit silly, Max nodded and tried to

focus on eating. “What did you want to talk about
tonight?” he asked, remembering their text
conversation from earlier. “You said you wanted
to try something new?”

Simon took a sip of his wine and slowly

nodded. “What is your experience with toys?”

Though he blushed, Max tried to think back to

the last time he’d actually used one. “Like what?”

“Have you ever used a dildo?” Simon asked

him. “A cock ring?”

Max shook his head. “I used a blindfold once.

And this thing that was shaped like a mouth. A
masturbation toy the shop called it.”

Simon nodded. “So you’ve never used a butt

plug?”

“No, never. Don’t they hurt?” Max asked,

getting a bit wary.

“Not if used correctly. I want you to try

wearing  one  for  a  few  hours  tonight.  I  got  you
one.” Simon rose from the table and Max tracked
his  movements  as  he  went  into  his  bedroom  and
came  back  out  with  a  small  blue  box  with  bright
silver  lettering.  He  put  it  in  front  of  Max  who
could only stare blankly at the oddly shaped item.

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“Why?” Max asked, taking another bite of his

quickly cooling pasta.

“Because it will keep you stretched and ready

for me,” Simon replied, grinning at him. “You’ll be
available  for  me  whenever  I  want  you  to  be.  We
won’t  have  to  worry  about  stretching  you,  I’ll
simply  be  able  to  enter  you  without  any  kind  of
prep work.”

“What about what I want?”
Simon laughed. “Have you ever not wanted to

have sex since we’ve started this? And
furthermore, do you really think I’d force you to
fuck me against your will?”

Max slowly shook his head, feeling foolish and

like he’d crossed the line.

“No. It just seems like the plug is all about

getting me ready for you. What about me?”

Simon leaned toward him and pushed his plate

to  the  side.  “It’ll  stroke  your  prostate  for  hours,
keeping you hard and desperate just like you were
earlier  today.  There  are  plenty  of  men  that  wear
them  all  the  time,  keeping  themselves  ready  for
whenever  they  get  a  moment  to  relieve
themselves.”

Max’s eyes widened and he pulled the box

toward himself. “All the time?” He couldn’t
imagine the small bulb shaped piece being inside
of him for more than a little while, but if Simon
said people did it then who was he to argue?

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Simon nodded. “Yes. We’ll try it out a bit later.

After you’ve finished dinner. You’ll need your
energy for tonight.”

Flushing brightly, Max nodded and kept eating.

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Chapter Seven

fter dinner, Simon led Max to his bedroom
where he’d set things up for them for the

night.

“You’ve been in my bedroom,” Max

commented as he went to his bed and stroked his
fingers along the leather ties Simon had secured to
his headboard.

“I have. Now strip.” Even before he finished

giving the command, Simon was already undoing
his  shirt,  the  small  buttons  giving  away  easily  in
his  desire  to  be  naked  with  the  other  man.  Max
watched  him  for  a  moment,  and  though  Simon
hardly  minded  having  the  other  man’s  attention
on  him,  it  was  the  idea  that  he  hadn’t  jumped  to
follow  his  command  that  bothered  Simon.  He
raised his head and lifted his brow, giving Max a
silent  question.  With  an  easy  smile  Max  quickly
complied,  his  clothes  following  Simon’s  in  an
array of  crumpled  garments  which  Simon  picked

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up and folded, neatly placing them on top of
Max’s messy dresser.

With their clothing out of the way Simon took

Max  into  his  arms,  backing  him  up  against  the
wall  and  taking  his  mouth  in  a  kiss  forceful
enough  to  steal  the  other  man’s  breath.  Max’s
hands  grabbed  at  him,  searching  for  a  place  to
hold  as  Simon  pressed  him  back,  molding  their
bodies together. He broke the kiss a moment later
and pulled on Max’s short hair, tugging him down
to  the  ground.  With  a  wide  grin  Max  easily
complied, his  mouth  open and ready for Simon’s
cock before his knees even hit the floor. Simon slid
his  length  between  Max’s  lips,  moaning  as  the
other  man’s  tongue  spread  over  the  underside  of
his shaft, teasing him. He leaned forward, pressing
his forearms to the wall high above Max’s head as
Max  sucked  him.  This  wasn’t  the  end  of  their
games  tonight  and  Simon  had  to  remind  himself
of  that  as  he  closed  his  eyes  and  enjoyed  the
feeling  of  Max’s  mouth  massaging  his  shaft.
Before  he  could  go  much  further  Simon  pulled
back, bringing a soft sigh from Max’s lips.

“On the bed,” Simon ordered, smiling at him.

Max scrambled to comply, an answering grin
playing on his full lips.

Simon moved on top of him, not waiting for

Max to get comfortable on his sheets before
kissing him again. He pinned him down and

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rubbed against him, their  cocks pressing together
as  Simon  brought  them  closer  together.  Max
trembled under him as his hips moved up to meet
Simon’s  in  a  desperate  attempt  to  seek  the
pleasure  Simon  denied  him.  With  his  mouth  still
firmly pressed against Max’s, Simon pinned one of
the  man’s  hands  above  his  head  and  expertly
secured  his  wrist  in  the  strap.  Max’s  other  wrist
was even easier and Simon leaned back, propping
himself up above Max’s chest so that he could look
into  the  other  man’s  eyes.  They  were  wide,  the
gray  of  his  irises  looking  darker  than  he’d  seen
them  before  as  a  bright  flush  covered  his  cheeks.
His thigh rubbed against Simon’s hip, teasing and
tempting him in a wordless invitation.

“I think you like being tied up,” Simon said,

sitting up and pressing his palms against Max’s
hips.

Max nodded. “I do. Though I think I’d like to

see you in these sometime.”

Chuckling, Simon rubbed his cock against

Max’s,  stroking  against  him  with  deliberate
slowness  as  Max  squirmed  under  him.  “That’ll
never  happen.  I’m  going  to  lube  your  ass  then
slide the plug into you now.”

Max’s eyes widened and he slowly smiled.

“Sounds kinky. Then will you fuck me?”

Simon snorted and shook his head. “We’re

going to do things and bit differently tonight.” He

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pulled Max’s thighs onto his hips, lifting his butt
off  the  bed  and  giving  him  room  to  work  on  the
other man. He’d placed a plastic grocery bag at the
foot of Max’s bed earlier and now pulled it close,
taking the new bottle of lube out that he’d bought
at  the  store  that  morning.  He  squirted  a  bit  onto
his fingers, warming up the thick substance before
sliding a finger into Max’s puckered entrance. His
other  hand  cupped  Max’s  balls,  massaging  them
as  he  slowly  lubed  up  his  anus.  Max’s  breath
started coming in short gasps as Simon moved his
hand  up  to  the  other  man’s  shaft  and  began  to
gently  stroke  him,  pulling  on  his  cock.  He  slid  a
second finger in to join the first and smiled at the
sound of Max’s harsh gasp as he lifted off the bed.
He  thrust  wildly  toward  Simon’s  hand,  seeking
more  than  Simon  was  willing  to  give  him  right
then.

Max closed his eyes and tossed his head back,

his  mouth  falling  open  as  Simon  stroked  his
swollen  head.  Simon  used  that  moment  of  Max’s
pleasure  to  slide  the  plug  he’d  purchased  for  the
other  man  into  his  ass.  Max’s  eyes  opened
instantly and he stared down at Simon as he made
sure the plug was in place. “That feels…different I
guess.”

Nodding, Simon smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m sure

it does.”

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“What was the point of putting that in if you’re

just going to take it out when you go in me
anyway?” Max asked him.

Simon released his shaft and moved around on

the bed until he was on top of Max, a muscular
thigh on either side of the man’s narrow hips.
“Who said I was going in you tonight?”

Max looked shocked and Simon couldn’t really

blame him for his confusion. “I’m lost. You’re
going to let me fuck you? Are you sure you’re a
Dom?”

Simon rolled his eyes and reached for the lube

again.  “If  you  want  to  be  technical  about  it,  I’m
going  to  be  riding  you  so  you’re  still  not  in
control.  And  yes,  again,  I  am  a  Dom.  And
sometimes I’ll want to ride you. Problem?”

Max quickly shook his head and held still as

Simon  leaned  forward  and  slid  a  lubed  finger
inside  himself,  stretching  his  opening  for  Max’s
cock.  Max  lifted  his  head,  seeking  the  kiss  that
Simon  eagerly  gave  him  as  he  pushed  a  second
finger  inside  himself.  When  he  was  stretched  he
ran  his  hand  over  Max’s  cock,  putting  a  good
amount of lube on him as well before positioning
himself above the other man’s head.

He moaned loudly as he helped Max enter him.

Thankfully  Max  held  still,  letting  Simon  go  as
slowly  as  he  needed  to.  There  was  a  hint  of  pain
but  it  quickly  subsided.  Simon  had  expected  as

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much, though. This wasn’t a common position for
him. But he’d been thinking about doing this with
Max  for  months,  and  when  the  opportunity  had
presented itself in the form of the lovely butt plug
that  had  caught  his  attention  that  morning  he’d
gone for it. He sank down on his hips, letting Max
slide deeper inside of him as a soft gasp fell from
his  lips.  Getting  comfortable,  he  leaned  back  and
rested  his  hands  on  the  hard  planes  on  Max’s
chest.  He  wasn’t  muscular,  not  in  the  sense  that
Simon  was,  but  he  was  lean  and  Simon
appreciated  the  definition  that  he  did  have.  He
rolled  his  hips,  smiling  as  Max’s  cock  stroked
against him.

“I want to touch you. Please Simon, let me

touch you,” Max begged as he squirmed under
him.

His gaze went to the ties as he considered

letting him go free. The whole point of restraining
him was so that Max couldn’t touch himself. But
with his cock inside him, Max couldn’t do a whole
lot of that anyway. “I suppose I could allow that,”
he replied, quickly undoing the restraints as easily
as he’d put them on. “I’m keeping them on your
bed though. They’ll come in handy next time.”

Flushed and trembling, Max quickly nodded.

“Yeah. I can see how they would.”

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Simon let his fingers trail over Max’s arms,

delighting in his warmth and the feeling of the
other man’s muscles moving under his hands.

“I haven’t been inside anyone in a long time,”

Max said, his voice echoing with a bit of
something that sounded suspiciously like awe.

Simon smiled down at him. “How’s the plug

feeling?”

“I don’t feel much different,” Max admitted.
Nodding, Simon leaned forward. “Bring your

hips up to meet my ass, try thrusting inside me
and see how it feels then. I think you’ll notice a
difference then.”

Though Max looked a bit skeptical he did as he

was told and a moment later his eyes grew wide
and he groaned. He thrust again, his hips slapping
against Simon’s ass he moved inside of him.
“Damn.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Simon said, rocking back to

meet Max’s thrusts. “Just try to hold off coming.
It’ll be harder with it.”

Max nodded and pressed his lips together as

his  hands  came  up  to  grip  Simon’s  thighs.  He
squeezed hard enough to bruise and Simon leaned
down  to  lick  Max’s  neck,  tasting  the  saltiness  of
his sweat on his tongue. There was a shift inside of
him,  a  momentary  distraction  that  he  eagerly
pushed aside. Max’s fingers pressed harder on his
skin,  his  short  nails  biting  into  Simon’s  thighs  as

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he thrust into him. The pain, though brief, brought
the  thing  crawling  inside  of  him  closer  to  the
surface.  Simon  sped  up,  hoping  to  ignore  the
monster.

“What the hell?” Max cried.
With a sigh Simon stopped moving and looked

down at the other man, easily guessing what he
saw. “What changed?” he asked.

“You’ve got black eyes. You don’t have black

eyes,” Max gasped, sounding frightened.

Simon nodded. “And I was so hoping to have

fun tonight without having to explain this part of
myself. Yet.”

Frowning, Max shook his head. “We can still

fuck. Sure we can. You wear contacts and they just
fell out right?”

Simon smirked and rolled his hips against

Max’s  cock,  teasing  the  other  man  and  making
him gasp. If he kept him hard enough maybe this
wouldn’t  be  such  a  wasted  night.  It  was  wishful
thinking  that  Max  might  not  mind  the  idea  of
having  sex  with  a  freak  but  hey,  he  was  never
considered all that realistic either.

“Do you really believe that I wear contacts?”

Simon  replied,  grinning  at  him.  “It’s  a  nice
thought  but  this  isn’t  going  to  be  nearly  that
simple.”

Max nodded. “Damn. Do we have to stop,

then? I mean, whatever’s going on, you’re not

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going to kill me or something, right? Because I’m
seriously enjoying this.”

Simon’s mouth fell open. “You’d rather finish

having sex than find out?”

Max shrugged. “Well, yeah. Don’t you? Or do

you want  to do  the whole  explaining  thing  now?
Personally, and this is just me here, I’d rather have
sex.  Never  thought  I’d  get  to  cum  in  your  ass.  I
don’t exactly want to stop here.”

Simon couldn’t believe his luck, or Max’s nerve,

but he  wasn’t about to argue with the other man
and  quickly  gave  in  to  his  desires.  He  lifted
himself  off  Max’s  cock  and  quickly  sank  back
down  again,  feeling  him  press  against  the
sensitive spots inside himself. Max’s hands moved
from  his  thighs  to  Simon’s  lower  stomach  and
quickly  trailed  up  to  his  chest,  leaving  a  path  of
warmth over his smooth muscles. Simon brought
his mouth back to Max’s, kissing him deeply and
sliding his tongue between the other man’s lips as
his fingers explored his arms. He gasped as Max’s
hands  found  his  nipples  and  pinched,  sending  a
wave of pleasure laced with pain through him.

His teeth sharpened at the sensation and he

rocked  against  Max’s  cock,  seeking  pleasure  and
forcing  the  other  man  to  speed  up  to  stay  with
him. He lowered his forehead to Max’s collarbone
and  gently  sucked  at  his  sensitive  skin,  causing
him to gasp.

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“I’m close,” Max ground out.
Simon nodded, feeling his cock thicken inside

of  him.  He  sat  back  up  and  wrapped  his  hands
around the base of his own cock, quickly stroking
himself  to  keep  up  with  Max’s  pleasure.  Sweat
trickled down his neck to slide to his sternum and
he gasped as Max licked his fingertips and teased
the  head  of  Simon’s  cock  with  his  wet  fingers,
teasing him.

“Your ass feels amazing,” Max gasped, his

thrusts turning erratic under him.

Simon had no words, the pleasure of having the

other man filling him quickly taking away his
ability to speak.

He shook and nearly growled as his orgasm

spread  through  him,  stealing  his  breath  as  he
splashed  against  Max’s  chest.  Max’s  hands
tightened on his hips, pushing him down even as
he  thrust  up  to  meet  him.  Seconds  later  warmth
spread through Simon’s ass and he moaned softly
at  the  sensation  of  being  filled  with  the  other
man’s  cum.  He  kissed  Max’s  lips  then  rolled  off
him.  Sweaty  and  breathing  heavily,  he  tried  to
stop  trembling  as  Max  turned  over  on  his  side
next to him.

“How long can I wear it?” he asked.
Chuckling, Simon smiled at him. “As long as

you want. I know people at the club that wear
theirs nearly all day. I wouldn’t do it when you’re

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out in public with tight pants on. But it’ll keep you
spread  for  me  and  it’ll  make  you  hard  nearly  all
day. The point of it for you though is to help you
relax  and  focus  on  something  else.  Being
distracted by wanting to fuck all day isn’t exactly
a  great  way  to  work,  but  it  beats  having  you
stressed out and suffering.”

Max nodded and moved his hips. A bright

flush  covered  his  cheeks  and  Simon  smiled,
knowing  the other man was testing  the plug out.
He’d  been  the  same  way  when  he’d  started
wearing one. “I like them too.”

“I thought you didn’t let guys in your ass very

often,” Max said, frowning.

“True. But can you imagine being on top of

someone  with  that  in  you?  Feeling  it  stroke  your
prostate  every  time  you  thrust  into  the  man?”
Simon  asked  him.  Max’s  mouth  fell  open  and
Simon nodded. “It’s pretty incredible.”

“Damn.”
They shared a minute of near silence with only

their breaths filling the room before Max asked the
question Simon had been avoiding for a full year
and a half since he’d moved in with the other man.

“So what was that?” he asked.
Simon sighed, not quite sure how he was going

to explain this to the other man. “Well, you know
what vampires are right?” he started, sounding
like an idiot.

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Max’s mouth fell open. “You’re a-”
Shaking his head, Simon turned over onto his

side to face the other man as well. “No. I’m not.
Just, try to keep an open mind and forget all of the
Hollywood crap you’ve been fed, alright? Can you
do that?”

Max slowly nodded. “Sure. I can. Or I’ll try to

at least”

“Good. Vampires, as they really are, aren’t the

monsters  you’ve  been  made  to  believe.  They’re
more  like  anemic  people  that  get  horrible
sunburns. They might have been monsters at one
time,  but  now  they’ve  evolved.  They  eat  their
meat  nearly  bloody  but  they  don’t  go  around
biting people. There’s no covens, no telepathy, no
telekinesis,  no  super  strength-  none  of  it,”  Simon
explained.

“Sounds boring,” Max said quickly. “So no

flight either?” Simon shook his head. “Or turning
into bats?” Again Simon shook his head. “Then
what the hell point is there to being a supernatural
being if you don’t get any of the perks?”

“I’m guessing it was an evolutionary way to

assimilate.  But  what  I’m  trying  to  say  is  that  I’m
half vampire, on my father’s side. Not that it really
matters  since  it’s  not  like  being  a  male  vampire
actually  changes  anything,”  Simon  tried  to
explain.  He  waited  for  Max’s  reaction,  dreading
the worst.

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“So what’s your other half?” Max asked. “Sex

fairy?”

Snorting, Simon shook his head. “You’re not

that  far  off  though  actually.  My  mother  was  a
succubus.  She  seduced  my  father,  not  realizing
what  he  was.  When  she  gave  birth  to  me  a  few
months later I don’t think she was all that  happy
about it. I got dropped on my father’s front porch.
She  rang  the  doorbell,  and  I’m  told  there  was  a
pretty  big  argument.”  Simon  shrugged.  “As  an
infant  I  don’t  remember  any  of  it.  But  the  basics
are  that  I  haven’t  seen  her  since,  my  father’s
family  raised  me  and  the  only  thing  that’s  weird
about  me,  the  only  thing  that  gave  me  away
tonight, is that when I feel pain I switch over.”

Max stared at him, his mouth hanging open a

bit.

“C’mon Max, say something,” Simon softly

pleaded, hating how out of control he felt.

“You’re so weird,” Max replied, turning over

onto his back and laughing. “So you want to have
sex all the time because you’re half succubus?”

Simon laughed. “I want to have sex with you

because I’m a healthy adult guy and you’re damn
sexy.”

Max rolled his eyes. “I’m hardly all that.”
Simon moved on top of him, pinning him

down. “Yeah. You are.”

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“So how old are you?” Max asked him, his arms

coming up to hold Simon against him as he sank
between the vee in Max’s thighs, pressing their
bodies together.

His mouth quirked up into a smile as Simon

replied, “Thirty-five. The age that I put on my
application. Plus I did have a birthday so there is
that, too.”

“No immortality either?” Max looked shocked

as Simon shook his head. “Damn. So there really
are no benefits to being a vampire-succubus
baby?”

Simon snorted. “None. But at least I don’t get a

sunburn like my father’s family does. That would
seriously suck.”

Max nodded. “Yeah. So, uh, what do we do

now?”

Frowning, Simon looked down into his face.

“Do? Like what?”

“Well,” Max pushed his hips up to meet

Simon’s.  “I’m  starting  to  get  hard  again  and  this
plug feels pretty amazing. I  wouldn’t mind  some
more play.”

Simon dipped his head to kiss him. “You’re

crazy.  You  know  that  right?  Someone  tells  you
that  they’re  a  freak  and  you  want  to  have  sex
again.  I’m  starting  to  think  you’re  the  one  that’s
half  sex  demon  and  not  me.  No  one  is  that
understanding.”

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Max shrugged. “I’ve been living with you for

over  a  year  now.  Aside  from  being  pretty  anal
about  how  damn  clean  everything  has  to  be  for
you,  there’s  nothing  wrong  with  you.  So  yeah,
you’re  mom’s  a  sexy  beast  and  your  dad  gets  a
sunburn. Not really seeing the problem here. Can
we have sex now. Please?”

“Sure.” Laughing and with warmth and

happiness filling his heart, Simon reached for the
lube again.

About the Author

Caitlin  was  fortunate  growing  up  to  be
surrounded  by  family  and  teachers  that
encouraged  her  love  of  reading.  She  has  always
been  a  voracious  reader  and  that  love  of  the
written  word  easily  morphed  into  a  passion  for
writing.  If  she  isn't  writing,  she  can  usually  be
found  studying  as  she  works  toward  her
counseling  degree.  She  comes  from  a  military
family  and  the  men  and  women  of  the  armed
forces  are  close  to  her  heart.  She  also  enjoys
gardening  and  horseback  riding  in  the  Colorado
Rockies where she calls home with her wonderful
fiancé,  their  dog  and  Blue  Tongue  Skink.  Her
belief that there is no one true path to happily ever
after runs deeply through all of her stories.

Authorcaitlinricci@gmailcom
www.CaitlinRicci.com

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