Page 3 of The Boss (Roosters #7)

Aaron

Playing a hot, sexy scene with Maxwell Barnes was definitely number one on my bucket list. If it included sex, even better.

But I was terrified that if we made this real it would turn into a big clusterfuck and I’d lose my job.

I still felt like Maxwell was toying with me, messing with my head.

It would be smarter to end this before it all turned to shit.

“No.” I stood. “I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes. I shouldn’t have come.”

Once again, I turned my back and headed for the door, but before I could open it, Maxwell’s voice stopped me. “Please stay, Aaron.”

His husky, sensuous tone had power over me. It communicated over and beyond the words he uttered.

“Come here.”

I was powerless to resist. Obeying him felt natural. I approached and stood in front of him. Heat radiated between us, burning me. I felt dizzy, like I’d been out in the sun too long.

When he spoke again, his voice was commanding, but his eyes were gentle. “I told you my story. The least you can do is tell me yours.”

I was suspicious, but so fucking hard, so turned on that I couldn’t breathe. “I’m not that interesting. I don’t want to waste your time.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

I could fall in love with that voice. Maybe I already had.

Damn. I was in trouble. I should have run like hell, but lust kept me frozen in place.

Maxwell tempted me like no other man, and he was offering me a chance to find myself.

If I left now, this would become a what-might-have been moment and I’d regret it for the rest of my life.

Stay, I told myself. The odds are stacked against us, but at least I’ll have this one night.

“All right. I’ll stay for a little while. ”

That dazzling smile lit up his face. “Good. Why don’t you start by telling me why you decided to come tonight?”

“I, ah, I don’t know. I mean I’m not sure.” I took a deep breath. “I guess I wanted to find out if I’m a real submissive.”

Maxwell rubbed his stubbled jaw as he considered my words. “What does that mean to you, Aaron? What is a real submissive?”

“A person who enjoys giving up complete control to someone. A person who likes pain.”

“Do you like pain?”

“I thought I did. Now I’m not so sure.”

“What happened to make you unsure? I need to know if we’re going to work together.”

“Work?” I forced myself to smile. “I thought we were going to play.” Maxwell didn’t appear amused. My smile faded. I sighed and started to tell him my story.

“Growing up, I knew I was different, wanted something different, but I didn’t know what that was until I went online and discovered BDSM.

Moving to New York gave me a chance to explore the scene.

I started talking to someone on the Internet.

Eventually, we met in a coffee house. Martin told me he was a Dom and he seemed confident and genuine.

We hit it off and arranged a play date. It went well and we started meeting on a regular basis.

” Memories came flooding back. I stopped to compose my thoughts.

“Go on.”

“Martin always kept me guessing. He never defined things before we got started. I thought it was how he played, and I just followed his lead. But as time went on, I started becoming anxious before we met. I chalked it up to my inexperience. Sometimes he did things that upset me, like slapping my face or running the blade of a knife over my skin. If I asked him to stop, he’d become angry and call me a shit sub, so I ended up doing things I didn’t want to, because I wanted to be a good submissive. ”

I saw Maxwell frown and I tried to explain. “Usually our sessions went okay, but I didn’t have any say in what we were doing. I trusted Martin to make all the decisions and I relied on him to take care of me.”

“You should have set some boundaries together before you started playing.”

“I know that now. Looking back, I can see how really na?ve I was.”

“Your Dom should have known that. He should have…” Maxwell winced and swallowed the rest of the sentence. “Never mind. What happened next?”

I coughed and my voice shook. “Over time our sessions became more violent than I wanted.”

“Did you have safe words?”

“Yes. Yellow to slow down, red to stop. One night he tied me up and started flogging me. It went on too long, and finally I called out red. He ignored me and kept whipping me again and again. I ended up badly beaten. He fractured a few ribs. When I cried, he told me that I didn’t deserve his care, that I wasn’t a real submissive, because I wanted to end the scene too soon. I never saw him again.”

Maxwell looked grim. “You were abused. Did you report it?”

“No.” I averted my eyes, remembering… “I was confused. I’d let him flog me, so how could it be an attack? I blamed myself for not being a good sub, for not knowing what I wanted.”

* * *

Maxwell

Aaron’s story made me angry. I’d heard it too many times to count. The scene is filled with posers who call themselves Doms, but in reality, they only care about their own agendas. They’re predators and they cause enormous physical and emotional pain.

“I’m very sorry about what happened to you, Aaron. It wasn’t your fault. Your Martin was a sadistic fuck. Anyone can put a title in front of their name, but it doesn’t make them a Dom. You deserve better.” You deserve me.

“I feel so stupid. Maybe this isn’t for me.”

“I disagree. You had a bad experience and it planted doubt in your mind. A true Dom and sub relationship is built on a strong foundation of trust, communication, and acceptance. If you truly want to explore this lifestyle, I can help you find your own comfort level.”

“I’m afraid I won’t measure up. I don’t know how to get past that fear to submit.”

“It’s not about measuring up. It’s about two men discovering what makes each one happy.

We would both need to trust each other and understand the limits.

I will take you to the edge of those limits, but I won’t push them without your permission.

I promise you’ll feel safe, not hurt or fearful.

Can you trust me? Are you willing to try? ”

Aaron looked me full in the eyes. “I came here because I still want to submit to a Dom. I’ll stay because I ache to kneel at your feet. Yes, Master, I’m ready.”

Those words set off butterflies inside me. I knew how hard it must have been for Aaron to admit he had strong feelings for me, and he had called me Master with no prompting. I wanted him to know how happy he made me. “I’m very pleased, pet. Before we get started, I want to be clear on your limits.”

“No permanent marks or broken skin.”

“Anything else? What about sex?”

Aaron’s face turned a bright red. “I… uh, yes, sex, if you please, Sir.”

I pleased very much, but I didn’t want to rush him. “We’ll see how it goes. Let’s get started. Strip.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Aaron’s face and he hesitated.

He wasn’t entirely new to the scene, but he was shy with me.

It would be best to break that barrier early on, and it would help him transition into the mindset of a submissive.

Besides I’d been wanting to see his body for months. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“You’re keeping me waiting, boy. That will earn you a punishment.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

He swallowed hard and started to fumble with the buttons on his shirt.

Then he changed his mind and toed off his boots.

I watched his frustration mount as he balanced on one leg and removed a sock.

Finally, he went back to the shirt and let it slide off his shoulders. The slow unveiling drove me crazy.

“Are you purposely trying to make me hard, boy?” I cupped my stiff dick through the leather to prove the point.

Aaron’s gaze followed my hand. He licked his lips. I imagined those lips around my cock, and it made me harder. I brushed the image aside. It wasn’t the time.

“I want you naked and kneeling, boy.” I saw the need in Aaron’s eyes. Knowing he wanted to kneel to me made me even hotter. “Stalling will only earn you more punishment.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Finally, Aaron removed his jeans. I raised a brow when I saw the wet spot on his black boxer briefs, but inside I was smiling. “Get on with it.”

Aaron flushed as he yanked the briefs over his erection. He immediately sank to his knees and covered his dick with his hands. My heart took a perilous leap at the sight. I drank it in for a long moment.

“Nice, pet. Now I want you to stand. Legs spread. Hands behind your back. Eyes down.”

Aaron moved into position and he looked gorgeous, well-formed legs, flat belly, narrow hips, and a beautiful cut cock that stood rock-hard and leaked copious amounts of precum.

I couldn’t believe he was all mine. I rose from my chair and approached him, standing so close that I could feel the heat radiate from his body.

I circled him, inspecting every inch of my boy.

Then I reached down, gripped his cock, and smoothed his fluid over the head with my thumb. “Very pretty, pet.”

Aaron trembled. He moaned.

“I see you become aroused easily when I take your control away. That’s fine. I don’t mind if you get hard. But you will not come until I say you can. Understand?”

Aaron answered with a strained voice. “I… uh, I don’t know…”

“Do you need some help, pet? A cock ring?”

“Yes, please. Sir.”

“Don’t move.” I walked over to one of the cabinets.

It gave me a chance to catch my breath. I was so aroused, only my years of experience kept me from dispensing with the scene and fucking Aaron senseless.

I found what I wanted, a black leather cock ring, but I took my time.

Another deep breath and I returned to my sub.

I wrapped the leather around the base of Aaron’s penis and snapped it closed.

“Are you okay, pet?”

Aaron sighed. “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

I unbuttoned my shirtsleeves and rolled them up. “You have a punishment coming, pet. Do you remember why?”

“Yes, Sir. Stalling when you told me to undress.”

“That’s right. I’m not going to restrain you tonight. I want to begin with some hands-on discipline.” I let my words hang in the air, giving Aaron a moment to reflect on their meaning.