My Forever by Nikki McCoy Page A

his hair. The uncertainty was still there and Kyle wanted nothing more than to remove it—to show the man that he was ready. Taking the initiative, he deepened the kiss, melding their bodies together so that his cock rubbed along a thick thigh.
    Growling, Lucas circled his arms around Kyle and bent him backwards, taking control and ravaging his mouth with abandon. It was so easy to let go completely. Lucas’ presence permeated his entire being, filling his senses and devouring him until nothing else existed but the heat and desire that flamed between them.
    When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes. Yes, I’m sure. Now shut up and kiss me again.”
    Lucas chuckled and gave him what he wanted. Kyle was lifted by his ass and instinctively wrapped his legs around the man’s waist without breaking their kiss. So absorbed was he in the feel of the powerful body holding him that he didn’t recognise their changing surroundings until Lucas laid him down on the bed. When he sat up and tried to pursue the man’s retreating form, a firm hand pushed him back down.
    “Get undressed for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
    Kyle scrambled to get his clothes off, watching Lucas’ movements with rapt attention. Lucas stripped down quickly then walked over to his dresser. From the top drawer, he pulled out several items and placed them on the side of the bed. Once Kyle could see each piece clearly, panic shot through him and he glanced questioningly at the large man.
    “I know that you desire pain and fear it at the same time. I want to show you that you have nothing to be ashamed or afraid of here. Do you trust me to do that?”
    His gaze travelled back to the instruments. They were essentially harmless compared to the ones Craig had used to inflict serious pain. He gave himself a mental shake to banish thoughts of his former boyfriend from his mind. The bastard had stolen five years of his life. Allowing Craig to influence his recaptured freedom only put him in a different kind of prison. One with no walls and still no hope.
    “I trust you,” he said, looking up in time to see an approving smile.
    Lucas picked up two pairs of black, leather cuffs and guided Kyle to lie on his back in the middle of the bed. He snapped one cuff of each pair to the bars on either side of the headboard then began stretching Kyle’s arms to attach the other ends of the cuffs to his wrists. Kyle’s breathing came rapidly and sweat dampened his brow.
    “Shhh, baby. Try to relax your muscles and concentrate on what I’m feeling. I’m right here with you.”
    A wave of warmth and excitement rushed into him at that same moment Lucas possessed his mouth, drawing a moan from him. Sure hands explored every inch of his chest and sides, squeezing in some places and feathering over others. By the time Lucas ran his tongue down the curve of his neck and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, the cuffs were all but forgotten.
    Lucas alternated between biting and sucking, then moved on to the other nipple. The combination had his cock begging for attention but he knew he couldn’t ask for it. He wanted to experience true submission and trusted this man to know what he needed. Lucas sat up and reached over for the pair of nipple clamps.
    “For now, we’ll use ‘stop’ as your safe word. Even though I can sense your emotions, verbal communication is important. At any time you feel overwhelmed, I want you to say ‘stop’, is that clear?”
    Kyle nodded but kept his eyes trained on the clamps.
    “Look at me, sweetness. Focus only on me.”
    It was difficult to tear his gaze from the devices, but once those blue eyes caught his, he was held transfixed. Lucas pinched one nipple then latched a clamp to it. Kyle sucked in a breath and held it as the man repeated the process on the other side. His breath was swallowed in an even more commanding kiss than the last until the pain ebbed.
    Lucas then took the last of the