Sold by Sean Michael Page A

Matt could change his mind.
    Matt took his pen and marked off a number of days. “Time off is important, lovely.”
    “I...Those are a lot of days.”
    “Your body and your psyche need time to recover from the scenes, lovely.”
    “I don’t know what to say, Master.”
    “’Yes, Master’ would sound good.”
    He made a soft sound. Worried. This worried him a bit. Maybe a lot. “Yes, Master.”
    Matt stroked his cheek. “Talk to me, lovely.”
    “I’m worried. I have a system. I have a real system, and I have to think about how to make changes.”
    Matt regarded him for a long moment, then took the pencil and erased the dates that he’d marked as time off. “Okay. But you need to take care of yourself, to not push to the point you did over the last week. And you have to remember that I’m here for you, and that sometimes I’m going to want more than one night and morning to take care of you.”
    Oh, God. He hadn’t meant to fuck up. “I’m sorry.”
    “For what exactly?”
    “I just.” He stopped, took a couple of cleansing breaths, centering himself. “Not being more adaptable.”
    “You’ve been on your own for a long while. I imagine it’ll take time to get used to having someone else in your life.
    “I have. I haven’t had someone who I considered signing a contract with before.”
    “I’m glad. I want to be the only one.”
    “We’ll have to discuss it, together. But I am willing to commit.” His own words made his heart beat a little faster.
    A smile bloomed on Matt’s face. “Me, too.”
    “Yeah? Even though I serve other men?”
    “Even though you serve other men. You don’t have sex with them. You don’t spend the night with them. It’s a business transaction.” Was Matt telling Adam or himself?
    “I don’t have sex with them. Sometimes I do get aroused, however.” He had to be honest.
    “You’ll have to tell me when you do, so I know what you like.”
    That request felt good to him, relaxed him a little bit. “Yes, Master.”
    “I like the way that sounds.” Matt moved closer.
    “I like saying it.” He took Matt’s hand. “Are you the kind of Master who likes to make rules?”
    “I usually do. Not about everything, but I am used to setting the tone.”
    He nodded. “I like to know the rules. In fact, it’s important to me.”
    Matt smiled. “Excellent.”
    He reached out, touched Matt’s lips, and smiled.
    “Rule number one. No more than one scene a day. No more than four scenes a week.” Matt’s lips moved against his fingers as he spoke.
    Adam nodded. “That’s fair.” His eyes were on Matt’s lips.
    Matt’s tongue came out, licking across his fingertips. Adam moaned, traced the soft lips again. Matt’s lips slid over his fingertips, closed, and gentle suction began. Adam let his eyes fall shut, focused on the rhythmic suction, his body swaying with it. A low moan from Matt vibrated against his fingers.
    “Master...” So good. So hot.
    Holding his gaze, Matt bit at his fingertips. His cock filled, swelled, his balls aching from that tiny bite.
    “You’re so sensual, lovely. A man could spend years exploring you in tiny increments.” Matt bit again, and then resumed sucking.
    Adam let his head fall back, focused on nothing but his fingers, that sweet, steady pressure. Matt stayed right there, letting all but one finger drop out of his mouth, tongue, teeth, and lips all working together.
    Deep moans began to escape him. One finger after the other was slowly, carefully explored. By the time Matt got to his thumb, Adam was aching, needing. The heat in Matt’s eyes was nearly as arousing as the things he was doing with his mouth. Adam wanted to go to his knees and worship every inch of his Master.
    “Come for me, lovely.” Matt kissed the center of his palm.
    His cock jerked, his balls emptying at the words, his orgasm crashing over him. Matt moaned, kissed his palm again.
    “Master.” He knew he was gaping, lips open like a fish, but he was