A Strong Hand (32 page)
Authors: Catt Ford
Nick was in heaven, wrapping his free leg around Damian's waist and using it to pull the older man deeper inside him. He ran his hands up and down Damian's arms, feeling the rock-hard muscle flex and release as his lover thrust inside him.
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He had never felt so filled, or so claimed before.
"Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself for me."
Nick watched his love watch him as he stroked himself in time to Damian's thrusts, the cock inside him fucking him to even higher arousal. Damian's eyes flicked between Nick's hand and his face as he worked himself toward his climax, sweat rolling off him as he moved.
Nick cried out as Damian changed his rhythm suddenly, brushing forcefully over the seat of pleasure. He arched his back and closed his eyes, pearly drops of cum splashing over his stomach and chest.
The sight of his boy lost in rapture and the tight little hole clenching around his cock drove Damian into a frenzy of lust, plunging deeply with all the strength in his legs, their flesh slapping together as he came. "I love you!" he cried as he froze, rigid with the last tremors of release, and then relaxed.
Nick slowly brought his leg off Damian's shoulder, clasping his legs behind the other man's waist. For the first time, he'd felt the fire of the other man's cum filling him and he wanted to keep Damian seated inside him forever.
"Come here," he said softly, holding out his arms.
"I forgot the condom," Damian groaned as he lowered his weight onto the slender body.
"Doesn't matter," Nick said. "I wanted to feel you come inside me from the start. And I won't ever be fucking anyone else, so it's okay."
"Love you, baby," Damian mumbled. He fell asleep, in the comfort of Nick's arms.
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Nick lay awake, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes and rolling into his hair. He had never felt this happy in his life.
"You are mine," he whispered, and kissed Damian's cheek.
Damian sighed in his sleep and wrapped his arm snugly around Nick's waist.
* * * *
Nick slammed the door open and raced to find Damian, finally tracking him down in the room they called the library, mainly because most of the books lived there.
"I got a show!" he cried out, waving a piece of paper frantically, so that Damian couldn't see it. "In a real gallery!"
The older man looked up with a fond smile. "You've got a show all to yourself?"
"Of course not, silly," Nick said, landing in Damian's lap with a leap. "I'm only one of six 'Up and Coming Young Artists,' but isn't it great?"
"It's wonderful," Damian agreed. "When is this show?" he asked, trying to capture the piece of paper from his young lover.
"In six weeks. I'm going to have to work like a fiend," Nick declared. "Don't I deserve a reward? You said—"
"Yes, I did, and you do deserve a reward, my love,"
Damian answered, much amused. "Go get your paddle, and we'll see what we can do to make this young artist up and coming."
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Nick jumped off his lap and ran up the stairs two at a time.
Damian chuckled at his eagerness and pulled his chair out from behind his desk.
When Nick reappeared, paddle in hand, Damian said, "All right, pet. I'm going to take those trousers down and give you a paddling like you've never had before. I'm going to make that beautiful bottom so hot and red you won't be sitting on it for a week."
Nick squeaked with excitement and hurried over to his lover, handing him the paddle and standing submissively to his right. Damian's fingers undid his trousers and pushed them down, leaving him with only his boxers to cover him. He tipped the boy over his lap and pushed the boxers down to his knees to join his jeans.
Damian stroked over the pale beautiful globes with the smooth acrylic paddle. "And now pet, what do you say?"
"Thank you, sir," Nick said. "I love you."
"Love you too, baby."
Whack!
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Catt Ford lives in front of the computer monitor, in another world where her imaginary gay friends obey her every command.
She likes cats, chocolate, swing dancing, sleeping, Monty Python, Aussie friends, being silly, spinning other realities with words, and sea glass. She dislikes caterpillars, cigarette smoke and rude people who think the F-word (as in faggot, or bundle of sticks) is acceptable.
A frustrated perfectionist, she comforts herself with the legend about the weavers of Persian rugs always including one mistake so as not to anger the gods, although she has no need to include a mistake on purpose. One always slips through. Writing fiction has filled a need for clever conversations, only possible when one is in control of both sides, and erotic romances, where everything turns out happily ever after, for the most part.
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Published by
Dreamspinner Press
4760 Preston Road
Suite 244-149
Frisco, TX 75034
www.dreamspinnerpress.com/
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Strong Hand
Copyright © 2009 by Catt Ford
Cover Design by Catt Ford
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Publisher, except where permitted by law. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact Dreamspinner Press, 4760 Preston Road, Suite 244-149, Frisco, TX 75034
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ISBN: 978-1-935192-83-1
Printed in the United States of America First Edition
April, 2009
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