work for us, okay?" Damian sat behind his desk. "I like to play. All those toys of Ashley's out there, I've worn every one of them, used every one of them, had them used on me. I'll want to take you deeper into this, and I hope you'll start to want more when I show you different things.
"Right now, some of those implements scare you. We'll be trying them all, and if you truly don't enjoy something, we won't do it again. Just because other people like something doesn't mean you will. Understand?"
Nick nodded. "Yes, sir."
"You can stop calling me sir. I only require that when we're in a scene. Do you want to continue working for me?"
"Well, yeah, sir, Damian, I mean," Nick answered in honest bewilderment. "I still have to work my way through school."
"Very well. I won't embarrass you in front of clients or the other models, but I'm probably going to surprise you; that's a part of this. And I may require your submission in places and at times that you're not expecting. If I push you too hard, your safe word is...."
"London," Nick said promptly.
"Good. I think we'll get along just fine," Damian said, privately wondering where this was going to lead. "Now you'd 72
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better get off home. We have a full day of shooting tomorrow, and I have work to do yet."
"Yes, sir," Nick said submissively. "And thank you."
"You're very welcome," Damian said kindly. He waited until he heard the outer door close and went to lock it. He turned off the light in his office so Nick wouldn't see him if he looked up, and then he waited.
The younger man did look up, and Damian took a quick step backward, not wanting to be seen. Nick turned and started to jog to the tube station. Suddenly he gave an exuberant leap, jumping up to tap a hanging sign in triumph.
Then his hands went to his rump, giving himself a comforting rub.
Damian laughed softly. Ashley's little trick that afternoon had alerted him to the fact that he was going to have to be very careful. His own fierce possessiveness when the blond model had grabbed Nick and pulled him close told him that some part of him had already laid claim to Nick, probably right at the moment of that first swat he'd aimed at the boy to keep him still. Something had sparked a fire deep inside, when for so long Damian had remained resistant to arousal, and now he wanted to keep the young man by him always.
He sighed. It was unlikely that Nick could ever love an old fart like him, even though he was only in his early thirties; Nick was young, he had his whole life ahead of him. He was curious and wanted to experiment. Damian reminded himself to keep his heart under wraps; this could be a very nice liaison for a while, and then when Nick had learned all he 73
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needed to know about himself, he would move on and Damian would no doubt be in for another dry spell.
Driving home, Damian found himself wondering what Nick was studying and why he'd never asked before. He'd have to find out.
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Chapter Five
Nick was exhausted emotionally and physically when he arrived at his flat. He brushed his teeth hastily and fell into bed, wincing as his arse made contact with the lumpy mattress. He turned onto his stomach.
For the first time in a week, he was deeply asleep in seconds, never waking until the alarm went off the next morning.
He balanced precariously on the edge of the tub, trying to see what his arse looked like in the medicine-cabinet mirror.
Despite what Damian said, he was afraid that it would still be as red as a signpost and everyone would know. He wished that he'd thought to look at it the previous evening, but he'd just been so tired.
Damian was right: not a mark. His skin was the same shade as usual. Nick was almost disappointed when he took his cold shower. Experimentally he aimed his bath brush at his arse, giving himself a swat. "Ow!"
He'd forgotten that it hurt and didn't do a
"Right now, some of those implements scare you. We'll be trying them all, and if you truly don't enjoy something, we won't do it again. Just because other people like something doesn't mean you will. Understand?"
Nick nodded. "Yes, sir."
"You can stop calling me sir. I only require that when we're in a scene. Do you want to continue working for me?"
"Well, yeah, sir, Damian, I mean," Nick answered in honest bewilderment. "I still have to work my way through school."
"Very well. I won't embarrass you in front of clients or the other models, but I'm probably going to surprise you; that's a part of this. And I may require your submission in places and at times that you're not expecting. If I push you too hard, your safe word is...."
"London," Nick said promptly.
"Good. I think we'll get along just fine," Damian said, privately wondering where this was going to lead. "Now you'd 72
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better get off home. We have a full day of shooting tomorrow, and I have work to do yet."
"Yes, sir," Nick said submissively. "And thank you."
"You're very welcome," Damian said kindly. He waited until he heard the outer door close and went to lock it. He turned off the light in his office so Nick wouldn't see him if he looked up, and then he waited.
The younger man did look up, and Damian took a quick step backward, not wanting to be seen. Nick turned and started to jog to the tube station. Suddenly he gave an exuberant leap, jumping up to tap a hanging sign in triumph.
Then his hands went to his rump, giving himself a comforting rub.
Damian laughed softly. Ashley's little trick that afternoon had alerted him to the fact that he was going to have to be very careful. His own fierce possessiveness when the blond model had grabbed Nick and pulled him close told him that some part of him had already laid claim to Nick, probably right at the moment of that first swat he'd aimed at the boy to keep him still. Something had sparked a fire deep inside, when for so long Damian had remained resistant to arousal, and now he wanted to keep the young man by him always.
He sighed. It was unlikely that Nick could ever love an old fart like him, even though he was only in his early thirties; Nick was young, he had his whole life ahead of him. He was curious and wanted to experiment. Damian reminded himself to keep his heart under wraps; this could be a very nice liaison for a while, and then when Nick had learned all he 73
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by Catt Ford
needed to know about himself, he would move on and Damian would no doubt be in for another dry spell.
Driving home, Damian found himself wondering what Nick was studying and why he'd never asked before. He'd have to find out.
[Back to Table of Contents]
74
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by Catt Ford
Chapter Five
Nick was exhausted emotionally and physically when he arrived at his flat. He brushed his teeth hastily and fell into bed, wincing as his arse made contact with the lumpy mattress. He turned onto his stomach.
For the first time in a week, he was deeply asleep in seconds, never waking until the alarm went off the next morning.
He balanced precariously on the edge of the tub, trying to see what his arse looked like in the medicine-cabinet mirror.
Despite what Damian said, he was afraid that it would still be as red as a signpost and everyone would know. He wished that he'd thought to look at it the previous evening, but he'd just been so tired.
Damian was right: not a mark. His skin was the same shade as usual. Nick was almost disappointed when he took his cold shower. Experimentally he aimed his bath brush at his arse, giving himself a swat. "Ow!"
He'd forgotten that it hurt and didn't do a
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