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such a beautiful man loved him.
The rest of their clothes ended up in a pile on the floor as
Patrick pulled the covers completely off the bed, exposing the four
Velcro wrist and ankle cuffs.
Wow, Liam breathed, walking over to examine the
contraption. Top or bottom?
His mouth dropped open. He was getting a choice? Since
when? Don t you want to top?
Liam shrugged, Yeah, of course, but if you need me to share
the top more, I can try.
He walked over and stepped close to Liam, What I need is
my big, sexy top to take control. I ll let you know if I ever need
something different.
Liam looked relieved, a smile lighting up his face.
Patrick smiled back. So, how do you want me, lover? On my
back? He crawled across the bed and sat in the middle.
Liam shook his head. No, on your belly, my love.
He turned over, laying as flat on his belly as his erection
would allow. This was new.
He felt hands at his ankles, pulling his legs apart, then the
sound of Velcro separating and meeting again as Liam tied him up.
Liam moved up the bed and reached for his wrists. I think
I m going to enjoy this.
Patrick stretched his arms wide and allowed Liam to tie him
up, spread eagle on the bed. His heart rate had doubled, fear
underlying his excitement. He was completely helpless. Liam could
do anything he wanted to him.
Liam slid up onto his back and lay down on top of him,
completely covering him, whispering into his ear. Where s the crop,
my love?
Patrick gaped, he had bought it more as a joke than for any
other reason. Under the bed, but it wasn t really a serious purchase.
Liam slid off him and reached under the bed, pulling the crop
back up with him. Well, let s just see if I can find a use for it.
Liam laid the crop next to him and moved down to sit between
his open legs. You have the best arse I have ever seen, Patrick.
He turned his head to the side and relaxed, It s all yours,
Liam.
Is it?
Big hands caressed his calves and began to slowly slide up his
legs, moving past the sensitive skin on the backs of his knees and his
hamstring area. Liam s hands delved between his crack, fingers
spreading his cheeks wide.
So no one has been inside my arse? His breath was close
now. Patrick could feel hot air on his buttocks.
Patrick shook his head and arched his back, hoping Liam
would move closer.
Slap.
Liam smacked his arse, hard. Patrick shuddered.
Liam smacked him again and Patrick groaned as he lifted his
arse up into the air, eager to see where his pain tolerance limits were.
Liam picked up the crop and ran it down the middle of his back. The
leather disappeared for a moment, then he heard a whistling as it
sailed through the air and landed in the same place Liam s hand had
been. Patrick moaned and felt Liam lean forward and kiss the area.
You re okay? the words were merely whispers, but he heard
them.
He nodded and lifted his arse again. Liam connected with the
other cheek and leaned forward to kiss the sore skin.
Has anyone been in my arse, Patrick?
He refused to answer, wanting the punishment.
Liam didn t disappoint. He wielded the crop with precision,
hitting the fleshy part of his arse over and over again, until Patrick
was crying out, No, no one. It s your arse, Liam, only yours.
Liam dropped the crop off the side of the bed and soothed his
stinging cheeks with his hands, spreading them apart and sticking his
tongue between them. Patrick cried out, pushing back against the
searching tongue that rimmed his arse hole and even licked the red
hot skin of his arse cheeks.
His lover then moved up his back, kissing each inch of flesh
lovingly. Patrick was floating in a sea of pleasure tinged with pain,
balancing on the subspace he had heard so much about.
Liam reached across him for a condom and ripped it open. I
adore you, Patrick, you are truly mine now.
Patrick s arousal was so high it had stalled on a peak, he didn t
know if he was up or down.
Fuck me, please, Liam, I can t wait any more.
Liam laughed and slid down, using his knees to separate
Patrick s legs even more.
He lifted his arse up as lubricated fingers pressing in and out
of him, but it wasn t enough. He was falling out of subspace, reality
crowding back in.
Liam! I need to come! Get your dick up my arse now!
Silence. Then heat enveloped him as Liam lay on top of him,
holding himself up by one warm arm and positioning his cock with
the other.
Topping from the bottom, huh? I think you need to be
punished.
Liam thrust once, hard and deep, and Patrick started coming.
He pulled on his restraints and arched his back as his body shuddered,
screaming out as his lover pumped into him.
Liam didn t let up, he just kept going, biting into his neck and
fucking him deep and hard. Patrick stayed floating on that border
between pain and pleasure so sweet he was afraid he would pass out.
His lover began moving erratically and Patrick squeezed his
body tight, trying to hold onto it, then Liam groaned like his soul was
being ripped out of his body and collapsed on top of him.
Patrick didn t move, couldn t move.
Liam didn t say a word, just gently slipped out of his body and
moved away to untie his restraints.
Then he came back and lay down, covering them both with the
doona once again.
Patrick curled into a ball and waited. His lover didn t
disappoint, wrapping his huge body around him.
Thank you, Liam.
He had no other words, he was beyond them. So apparently
was Liam, wet tears hitting him on the back of the neck.
Patrick smiled as sleep claimed them both. He pulled Liam s
hand around his body and held his hand to his heart, exactly where it
was meant to be.
Epilogue
4 years later
Blow out the candles, sweet heart. Patrick held his
daughter s long brown hair back so it didn t get burnt.
She loudly and with great enthusiasm blew out the four
candles on top of the cake that his mother had made for her as
everyone at the party laughed and clapped.
Good girl, Carlie, Liam came around the other side of their
daughter and picked her up into his arms, squeezing her tightly.
He put her back down on her feet and pointed her in Patrick s
mum s direction. Go and thank Granma for your cake while Daddy
cuts it up for everyone.
Patrick began slicing up the chocolate cake for all of their
family and friends and couldn t hold back his smile as Liam slid his
arms around his waist.
What are you smiling about, beautiful? Liam whispered into
his ear and Patrick was grateful he d worn jeans to hide his body s
reaction.
I just can t believe she s four already.
They both looked over at his parents, where his mum and dad
were giving their daughter all the attention a little girl could want.
Liam and he had been legally married for two years and they d
adopted Carlie eighteen months ago. She had been a shy, sickly little
thing that had been bounced around from foster home to foster home
until they had gotten her. Liam and he had both reduced their work
hours and between them and both sets of grandparents, Carlie had
blossomed into a happy, healthy little girl.
I still can t believe that we re married with a child. Liam s
soft words were meant only for him, but Patrick twirled in his
husband s arms and kissed him loudly on the lips.
I love you, I love our life. I want nothing more.
Liam laughed and stepped out of his embrace. Patrick looked
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