Finding His Forever (Doms of The Covenant #4)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

D el took Matthew’s hand and laced their fingers together as they exited the restaurant. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d romantically held hands with a man while on a date. At least two or three years. Despite his EMS career, which undoubtedly required a lot of soap, water, and sanitizer, Matthew’s hands were baby-soft, as if he slathered them with lotion several times daily.

He steered them toward where Matthew’s white Tacoma was parked next to his blue BMW M4 convertible. While the luxury vehicle wasn’t a top-of-the-line model, it was still one of the few extravagant indulgences he’d allowed himself after moving to Florida. He did want to buy a house eventually, but for now, he rented a nice two-bedroom condo in a secure building overlooking Tampa Bay. The last person he wanted to be was someone who spent a massive windfall, writing checks left and right, without any thought about the future, until they were flat broke again.

He squeezed Matthew’s hand. “Would you like to ride with me to the club, pup? We can come back for your truck later.”

“That’s fine, Sir.”

Reluctantly releasing him, Del unlocked and opened the passenger door. The sub smiled and kissed Del’s cheek before sliding into the leather seat. “I do love a gentleman.”

Before shutting the door, he leaned down and whispered, “But I’m not always a gentle man, pup. In the club, I won’t be gentle at all.”

“Rowr!” Matthew made a claw with his hand, pawed the air, and wiggled his eyebrows. “That’s what I’m counting on, Master Del.”

“Brat.” Without waiting for a reply, he shut the door, walked around to the driver’s side, climbed in, and started the vehicle. He caressed the steering wheel momentarily, thinking he’d never get tired of hearing the purr of the exemplary engine. All his life, he’d bought used vehicles that always sounded like they needed a tune-up, even after getting one. Those days were in his past, and now he looked forward to his future. Would Matthew be a big part of that? Del wasn’t sure yet, but for once, he was optimistic that a longtime relationship with a sub might work.

It didn’t take long to reach The Covenant, and after retrieving his toy bag from the trunk, Del held Matthew’s hand again as they walked up the steps leading to the second-floor entrance. “What are you wearing under your clothes, pup?”

“Just a thong, Sir.”

Del’s cock stirred. Damn. Just four little words from the sweet submissive, and he was ready to strip him down to said thong, push it aside, bend him over, and fuck him silly before they even got through the club’s front door. Taking a deep breath, he willed his dick to behave—at least until it was playtime.

“Go to the lockers and take off everything but the thong. Then meet me at the shop.”

“Yes, Sir.”

After they strode through the lobby and the massive double doors to the main club, Matthew hurried toward the stairwell leading to the men’s and women’s lounges. Meanwhile, Del said hello to a few people on his way to the club’s boutique on the far side, opposite the bar and grand staircase. While he had a simple leather dog collar in his toy bag for whenever he temporarily claimed a sub, he’d decided over dinner that it wasn’t good enough for Matthew. The shop carried a wide variety of fet-wear, sex toys, and supplies. Pretty much anything a Dom needed, they had.

Entering the shop, Del was greeted by a pretty male submissive in his mid-twenties, wearing black pants and a gold and red bowtie without a shirt. He was skinnier than Matthew but seemed to have a similar flirtatious and flamboyant nature. “Good evening, Sir. You must be new to the club because I would never have forgotten meeting you. I’m Aldo, the boutique’s manager. What can I get for you? Hopefully, me.”

“Down, Aldo.” Del’s tone was stern and filled with an unspoken warning. While he loved Matthew’s sass and forwardness, he didn’t appreciate it from most subs, especially one he only met fifteen seconds ago.

The younger man’s gaze dropped to the floor, his demeanor doing an about-face as his tone changed to one of submission. “Sorry, Sir. Forgive me. How can I help you?”

“I’d like to see what collars you have available.”

Now thoroughly professional, Aldo gestured to a long glass display case. “We have plenty for you to choose from over here, Sir. Did you have something specific in mind?”

He didn’t, hoping something would catch his eye. He scanned the large assortment of collars—leather, gold, silver, jeweled, metal, ropes, and more. A wide, black leather one grabbed his attention. A row of blue gems that reminded him of Matthew’s eyes were encrusted in the center of the strap. The collar would look beautiful on his sub.

He was about to point to it when Matthew entered the shop, causing Del’s breath to catch. The white thong left nothing to the imagination and had blood rushing to Del’s cock. He swallowed hard, trying to control his body’s response to the gorgeous man. It wasn’t just physical since he was mentally and emotionally drawn to the younger man too. Even when sex wasn’t a part of their time together, he enjoyed being with him.

Clearing his throat, he forced his gaze to focus on Matthew’s face. “Kneel beside me, pup.”

After Matthew gracefully did as instructed, Del turned back to Aldo, who waited patiently behind the display case. He pointed to the collar he wanted. “I’ll take that one, please.”

Aldo opened the back of the display case and removed the collar, handing it to Del. “If you have your membership card, Sir, I can scan it to your account.”

Not looking at the price tag—he didn’t care what it cost—Del removed it and tossed it onto the counter. He pulled his wallet from his pants pocket, found his membership card, and gave it to Aldo. While the manager processed the sale, Del undid the collar’s clasp and held the leather strap taut in both hands so Matthew could see it. “Do you like it?”

Matthew’s eyes widened as he looked at the collar. “It’s beautiful, Sir. I love it.”

“Good.” Stepping behind the sub, he wrapped the collar around his slender neck and fastened it before returning to his previous spot. “Look at me.” When Matthew obeyed, Del smiled as he compared the blue gems to the submissive’s eyes. “I was right. They’re the same color as your eyes—stunning.”

Matthew’s face lit up at the compliment. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” Taking his membership card back from Aldo, along with a receipt, Del stuffed them into his wallet and put it back in his pocket. He then held out his hand to help Matthew stand. “Come, pup. Let’s go play.”

As they headed for the door, Del could’ve sworn he heard a dramatic yet wistful sigh from behind them but didn’t turn around. Aldo would have to find another Dom because Del was most definitely taken.

They descended a wrought iron circular staircase near the boutique into the pit. Del strolled around with his sub, stopping to watch the occasional scene or make small talk with a few other Dominants. He smiled every time he noticed Matthew finger his new collar and how he glowed whenever someone complimented him on it. Del recalled Ian saying it had been a while since Matthew had worn a Dom’s collar. A wave of possessive jealousy came over him as he glanced around the dungeon. Were there any Doms there who’d collared the sub before? Del wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

After breaking away from a group as they observed Mistress China whip a female submissive, Del found an unoccupied play area. “Stand in a present position, pup, facing away from the wall. Hands clasping your forearms behind your back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

While Matthew got into position, Del set his toy bag on a nearby shelf. He always kept it organized so he could find things quickly and easily. After selecting what he needed and lining them up on the shelf, he zipped up the bag and placed it on the floor, out of his way. Picking up a wide leather and Velcro strap, he stepped behind Matthew. He wrapped the strap around the sub’s forearms and ran his fingers underneath to ensure it wasn’t too tight that it cut off circulation. Grabbing the next items, he moved to stand in front of his sub. “Ready for some pain, pup?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.”

Bending, Del licked one of Matthew’s nipples several times, stimulating it until it engorged enough that he could bite and tug on it.

“Oh, Goddess, yes!”

Del released the nipple and smirked. “Oh, I have only begun, pup.” Without further explanation, he quickly attached an alligator claw clamp to the stiff peak.

As the sub groaned, Del repeated the process on his other nipple. By the time he was done, they had drawn a small crowd, and Matthew’s cock strained against the scrap of fabric barely covering it. Del grabbed the thong’s thin strings at the sub’s hips and pulled until they ripped. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

Tossing the ruined garment on top of his duffel bag, he picked up the next toy he would use to torture the masochist. This one needed to be plugged in, and he found an available outlet in a convenient spot on the wall. After plugging it in, he held it behind Matthew’s left ear, close enough for him to hear when it was turned on but not enough that it would make contact.

Del hit the on button, and the violet wand crackled to life. Matthew’s body jerked at the electric sound, but he managed not to move from where he stood.

“That’s my good pup. You know what that is, and you want it. Do your best not to move, and you’ll be rewarded.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Del lowered the wand and ran it over Matthew’s ass cheek, causing the muscles to twitch and the sub to moan. He alternated, touching the wand to the skin of Matthew’s ass, hips, and thighs and then removing it. Matthew gasped, begged, and shook with the pleasure/pain shooting through his body.

Grabbing one cheek, Del pulled it to the side to expose the hidden puckered hole. Matthew hissed, knowing what was coming next. Del smirked as he turned the wand off and settled it into the crack of the sub’s ass. He counted to five before flipping the switch on again. Matthew yelped and went up on his toes but remained glued to that spot. Del was proud of how well he took the wand. But he was far from done yet.

Circling around, Del glanced down at Matthew’s long, thick, hard cock, weeping with pre-cum. The sadist in him silently roared in satisfaction. He stroked the cock with the wand, sending tiny jolts of electricity through it. “Do you need more, pup? Give me a color.”

“Oh, green, Sir! So green! Please!”

He moved the wand down to Matthew’s balls. The sub hissed, and tears filled his eyes. More pre-cum leaked from his cock, and Del couldn’t resist. Dropping to his knees, he took the stiff shaft in his mouth and caressed Matthew’s inner thighs with the wand, not leaving it in any single spot. He laved the dick with his tongue, reveling in the taste of this beautiful man.

Matthew squirmed, and his pleading grew louder. Del took him to the back of his throat and swallowed.

“Oh, please! Sir, I’m going to come!”

Pulling back, Del looked up at his sub’s naked body. The clamps still tormented his nipples, and the tears now rolled down his cheeks. “Come down my throat, pup. Give me everything you have.”

Without waiting for a response, he dropped the wand, grasped the base of Matthew’s cock, and sucked the rest back into his mouth.

“Oh, Goddess! Harder, Sir!”

The sub was nearly topping from the bottom but probably too far gone to realize it. At that point, Del didn’t care either—maybe he would if he wasn’t so out of his mind with lust. He swallowed around the tip and simultaneously tugged on Matthew’s balls. That sent the sub over the edge, and he screamed his release, filling Del’s mouth with the most delicious salty cum he’d ever tasted. He swallowed rapidly, not wanting to lose a single drop.

When Matthew was finally spent, Del stood, grabbed him by his nape, and crushed their mouths together. He thrust his tongue deep, letting Matthew taste himself. All Del could think about was that this man was his. Who he’d been waiting for all his life. This masochist submissive was his perfect match in every way. And he never wanted to let him go.