Deliver Us by Lynn Kelling

want you to
feel
this.”
    He pulls out a blindfold from a drawer in the table and secures it over Darrek’s eyes next.
    “I’m just going to leave you here, your dick on fire from the ginger, and let you really enjoy it. It’s been soaking in a solution with some minced ginger root for about twenty-four hours now, and is really very potent. Your ass and your dick are going to burn like this all day and possibly tomorrow too. The effects are very long-lasting.”
    Darrek pulls on the wrist cuffs and alternately draws one leg up to his body then the other, but it doesn’t help at all, of course. He moans and grunts and cries and yells. For a few long minutes he doesn’t hear Gabriel, doesn’t even feel him nearby.
    Then, fingers stroke up his shaft, grasping him just under the ridge of the head and squeezing there, putting pressure on the ginger inside his dick.
    Shouting through the tape, Darrek shakes his head as fire blooms and explodes in his loins.
    A finger rubs in circles around the head as the squeezing doesn’t let up.
    Gabriel holds Darrek’s dick still, watching him get hugely erect again, and grips the ginger slice between two fingers of his other hand. Slowly, he begins to pull it out, and Darrek arches his hips, going up on his toes and pulling ferociously hard on the wrist cuffs. He’s still yelling but it’s nothing compared to when Gabriel starts to slide the ginger back inside, and doesn’t pull it free like Darrek expects him to.
    Once it’s back inside, Gabriel steps away again and just watches him for a full ten minutes.
    By the end, Darrek’s covered in a thick, fresh layer of sweat, and close to hyperventilating again. The ginger is pulled quickly free and the blindfold and tape removed. Darrek doesn’t seem to see him though, and when the wrist cuffs are unlocked, he falls to his knees, cupping himself and curling forward.
    He’s gasping for air, and doesn’t look up as he asks in a meek, wrecked, hoarse voice, “May I... may I come, sir?”
    “You may, slave.”
    Darrek half-sighs, half-moans and straightens up, quickly jerking himself off, needing to relieve the aching hard-on. It doesn’t take long. After he’s unloaded onto his fist and stomach, he collapses forward once more and goes back to cupping himself.
    “Come on, Dare, let’s get you cleaned up,” Gabriel smiles.

Chapter 9
The Devil You Know
    “He can’t drive himself home; he’s still too woozy and shit. I’m going to drop him and come back,” Gabriel tells Ben. “I don’t have another appointment for an hour and a half anyway.”
    “Are you two
dating
now?!” Ben gushes.
    “Maybe. Shut up,” Gabriel scowls.
    “You can’t date your sub.”
    “Says who?”
    “Me. Sam. Trace.
The world
.”
    “Fuck you. I’ll be back.” Gabriel grabs his keys and heads out of the back office to get Darrek.

    “You’re pouting.”
    “Yeah, I’m pouting. My butt is on fire, not to mention the inside of my penis. I want to take a bath in milk or something,” he complains, curled up in a ball in the passenger seat of Gabriel’s SUV. After a pause he asks, “That wouldn’t help, would it?”
    Gabriel laughs and says, “I don’t know, man. Might be worth a try. I’ll drop your truck off later, okay? When Trace and I get off we’ll swing by with it.”
    “So, I think I was very tolerant of the ‘creativity’ today. I think that means I get a
date
with you,” he says, glancing sideways at Gabriel as they drive down his street and approach his house.
    “Oh really? Is that what you think?” Gabriel teases.
    “Yes. I think I’ve earned that much, at least. Possibly several thousand sexual favors as well,” he continues to pout.
    “Yeah? I don’t think so. I saw how much that turned you on. You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t relish every single second of what I did to you today,” he says as he pulls into the driveway and cuts the engine.
    Darrek gives him an evasive little sideways glance and