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"Good." Bel led the way to the bathroom and then
began undressing him. "I like knowing I have your full
attention."
"I am. You do. I..." God, he was going to shake apart.
"Breathe, love." Bel smiled widely at the sight of his
hard prick. "Or you can come again. This time with
permission, boy."
"I just..." He reached for Bellamy. "I need you." He
needed contact.
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"You have me, boy. Always." Bellamy's arms
wrapped around him and he was drawn in close, his skin
rubbing against Bel's clothes.
His head fell back, throat working. Bel's mouth
landed on his neck to suck up a mark. Each pull made
his cock throb, and he whimpered softly when Bel
stopped.
"I want you to wear my collar."
"What?" He moaned, his throat working. "Don't tease
me."
"I'm not teasing you." Bel's finger traced a line
around his throat. "Everyone should know you're taken.
That you have a master who loves you very much."
He sucked in air, a little shaken.
"Will you wear my collar, Kerry?" Bel's eyes were
looking into his soul, he'd swear it.
"You promise you won't leave me? That you mean
it?"
"I mean it, Kerry. I would never offer my collar to
anyone unless I meant them to wear it forever"
"I'm scared, but I will." He was going to throw up.
"What are you scared of, boy?"
"Being not enough for you. Being a fuck up. Being a
loser." He sighed. "Again."
"No, stop that. The man who called himself your
master dumped you because he was an asshole. It wasn't
because you were a fuck up or a loser."
"You don't know that. Neither do I. Not for sure."
"He took you away to another state, and then dumped
you over for a woman -- that's not on you. You didn't
suddenly become a man, Kerry."
"No. No, I suddenly became less of one." His heart
started slamming in his chest, and he felt the panic
climbing up his spine.
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"Stop that, boy. You are the most beautiful sub I have
ever seen." Bellamy grabbed his arms and pulled him
against the muscled chest, mouth taking his.
It was like being wrapped tight, those arms around
him like steel bands. Bellamy's kiss took him, demanded
his full attention. Everything faded, the bondage of those
loving arms magic.
Bel didn't let him go, either. His master held onto him
and kissed him like there was nothing else in the entire
world for them to do. He needed this -- the pressure, the
support. The bondage.
Bellamy put him down on the bed and laid down on
top of him, holding him down. The kisses continued on
and on.
He sobbed softly, letting himself fight Bel's strength.
Bel didn't back off, and the solid body didn't let him
escape, Bel insisting he submit. It was exactly right, and
he trusted his master enough to open up, chest feeling
like it cracked right down the middle.
Kisses peppered his face, stole his breath and told
him that Bel was there, that his master loved him.
"Master." Better. He could breathe.
"Right here, boy. Always. Yours."
"I'm sorry." He'd panicked.
Bellamy shook his head. "Don't apologize for how
you're feeling. You shared it with me -- that's what
counts."
"You knew what I needed." And he hadn't had to ask.
"Because I love you and I watch you and it's my
responsibility to know you. That's what being a master is
all about."
He hid his face in Bel's neck, taking one deep breath
after another.
"I love you, Kerry, and you don't have to be perfect.
In fact, it would be boring if you were. I want all of you
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-- the love, the insecurity, the trust, the lack of trust. I
want it all."
"I love you." He kissed Bel's collarbone. "I want to
be yours."
"You already are. The collar will let everyone know,
though, and I want that. I want people at the club to see
you and to see that you have a master who loves and
wants and cares for you."
"Yes." Please. He wanted to be someone's. No. Not
that.
He wanted to be Bel's.
Bel beamed at him and then kissed him. "I couldn't
be happier."
"Good." He was beginning to really relax.
"Only if you're happy, too."
"I'm home. I'm happy. I'm trying not to let before
affect us."
"Good. And Ker, it is going to affect us, of course it
is. It happened to you. But we're going to deal with it
directly every time it comes up, and eventually, what we
have will push it all away for good."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise, Kerry." Bel met his eyes and smiled, no
impatience in them at his question, at his need for
reassurance.
"I believe you."
Bel's smile grew wider. "Good. Now, wasn't there a
punishment on the table? For coming without
permission?"
"Yes. Yes, please." He was so curious to know what
Bel's punishments were like.
"Spread your arms and legs, love. Let me see all of
you."
Kerry nodded, spreading wide.
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Bel had backed off to kneel between his legs, looking
down at him. "Look at how beautiful you are. You take
my breath away, Kerry."
Bel's hand landed on his belly, the other one sliding
along his right thigh. "And you look debauched, too,
with the end of that plug peeking out of your hole."
His entire body flushed with heat, with pleasure at
Bel's words.
"I'm going to leave it in while I spank you. So you'll
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