Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Thirteen

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From: Dane Carmichael
Sent: Tuesday, January 1, 2013 10:13 AM
To: Marcus Andrews
Subject: Happy New Year

Good morning, Sir.

Happy New Year to You as well. i would have returned Your text message sooner but i didn’t have my phone with me. A group of us went clubbing straight from curtain calls and i tossed my cell into my dance bag. By the time i got home and saw your message it was too late to risk waking You.

i apologize for being unavailable to You, Sir. i realize my grievous error and will not make the mistake again.    

yours,
dane

PS—Would it please You to learn that Your greeting afforded me a most restful sleep?
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Fucking hell! I’ve been checking my phone and inbox every two minutes this morning, and now this. I drunk text the boy, and he’s the one who feels guilty! This kid’s knee-jerk reflex is that he’s done something wrong; that he’s unworthy; that he’s disappointed me.

This will be our very first issue—and the most important one, I suspect—to work out. I need to re-instill his sense of self-preservation before he falls prey to the next abuser—and God help me, but right now, that person feels like me.

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From: Marcus Andrews
Sent: Tuesday, January 1, 2013 10:18 AM
To: Dane Carmichael
Subject: Re: Happy New Year

Dane,
The apologies are mine to give. It was inappropriate of me to text you last night. Please be assured I required no response, nor was your behavior in any way inappropriate. We have not discussed your being available to me 24/7, nor do I expect it. We’ll define these boundaries more clearly in our next session tomorrow night.

I’m pleased you went out with friends last night and enjoyed yourself, and even more so that my message helped you spend a restful night. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow morning and seeing you soon after.

Warmly,
Marcus
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To say I am eager to see him is a gross understatement. Our first session achieved more than I could have hoped for, and the bar is set high. I can’t afford to let either of us down.

I have but one resolution this year: Be everything this boy needs. If I manage that, 2013 will be worthwhile.

After a demanding workout, I head down to my dungeon to make sure everything is in prime condition for Dane’s first visit. I have cleaning help for the house, but this room is off-limits. My submissives are tasked with the cleanup and sanitation, and I supervise their work scrupulously. Pity the sub who requires punishment for doing a lackadaisical cleaning job, only to then have to clean up from his own discipline!

As I stand in the space where I am the only Master, I view the dungeon through Dane’s eyes. My gaze rests on the St. Andrew’s Cross—my favorite device for tethering new submissives. Dane won’t be ready for that level of bondage for . . . some time. The whipping bench in the middle of the floor is meant to intimidate. Out of the question. As for the rack of whips and crops along the far wall, when—if ever—will I use one on his tender flesh?

My heart rate speeds as I search for a starting point; there has to be something in this room he can tolerate, some place we can begin. The spanking chair? Hardly. The stockade? Not a chance. Fucking hell! Is my dungeon entirely useless? What does one do with a sub who cannot be bound or struck?

With a heavy heart, I close the door to my dungeon and head upstairs to grab lunch. I have thirty hours to formulate a plan.

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From: Dane Carmichael
Sent: Wednesday, January 2, 2013 6:28 AM
To: Marcus Andrews
Subject: Today

Good morning, Sir.
        
Sleep did not come easy last night.
Thoughts of our upcoming session had me tossing and turning and more than a little frustrated.

i hope my confession is welcome news to You.

yours,
dane
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Dane doesn’t need to hear about my own restless night though I’m certain he didn’t resolve his frustration as I did. My subconscious seems to have taken up the yoke of filling in all that my conscious mind cannot yet allow with Dane—all those delicious liberties I am accustomed to taking with my submissives: touching, binding, kissing, fucking. The fantasies are spilling over into every aspect of my day, to the point where even grocery shopping makes me hard.

Enough!  Pre-gaming has its place, but so does restraint. Today, I choose the latter. Like an athlete saving his mojo for the important match, I lock away my desire and finalize my plans. Dane will get my best—end of story.

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From: Marcus Andrews
Sent: Wednesday, January 2, 2013 7:05 AM
To: Dane Carmichael
Subject: Re: Today


Dane,

Your confessions will always be most welcome.

Put yourself in my hands. You will sleep well tonight.

Warmly,
Marcus 

PS- Arrive with an appetite. You’re cooking dinner.
(Everything will be provided.)
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From: Dane Carmichael
Sent: Wednesday, January 2, 2013 7:07 AM
To: Marcus Andrews
Subject: Re: Re: Today

                         
Sir, my spirit is already resting easier.
Thank You.
        
Until later.

yours,
dane
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Later arrives, and so does Dane.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but Dane is a most juicy revelation in ripped jeans and a snug-fitting, crew-neck sweater. Taking my stunned silence as disapproval, Dane immediately starts in with apologies.

“Sir, I should’ve asked what to wear. I’m sorry.”

“Come in and hang up your coat, Dane.” While I put my eyeballs back in my face. Every fantasy has fallen short, and a mature man’s memory has spared me the full force of his athletic form.

Dane moves efficiently to the closet and back, takes his pose, and waits.

“Rule number one: In the absence of specific instructions from me, you are to trust your instincts. I’ll let you know if you disappoint me; it hasn’t happened yet.”

The news chases the worry from his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“As a side note, you look . . . entirely edible. You better get into the kitchen and start making me something else to take the edge off my appetite.”

“May I, Sir?”

I turn toward the kitchen, and he falls into step behind me. Tempted to reach for his hand, I quicken my pace instead.

“We haven’t discussed food preferences yet, so I bought the ingredients for a simple stir-fry. Do you eat meat?”

“I eat lean meat; try to stay away from red meat unless it’s a special occasion.”

“Any allergies?”

“Not that I’m aware. You, Sir?”

I stop and turn to look at him. I can’t help it. His concern for me doesn’t even require thought—it’s a reflex. “No, Dane, but thank you for asking.”

“I just thought, if I were ever to go shopping for you, I wouldn’t want to . . . you know, poison you!”

I can’t hold my smile in once his is released. “Much appreciated.”

He nods and grins, and if I don’t start moving again, I might start to giggle. That would be insanely un-Masterful.

I pull out a stool at the counter for myself, and Dane clasps his hands behind him and waits. “Are you any good with a sharp knife?” I inquire.

“Good enough to chop vegetables.”

“Don’t worry, Dane. I wasn’t going to ask you to throw them at me or anything.”

The jaw loosens, and the glint appears in his eye. “Hard limit, Sir?”

Jesus, we’re flirting. What the hell am I doing?

“Speaking of limits, you better get cooking before I start testing yours.” There, that’s better. “Everything you need is out on the counter. I’ll show you where everything belongs when you clean up.”

“Thank you, Sir. May I get you a drink before I get started?”

“Yes, that would be nice. Would you have a glass of champagne with me—to ring in the New Year?” Dane had a few glasses of wine at the wedding, so I know he can handle a drink.

“I’d love to, if it would please you.”

“It would. There’s a bottle chilling in the fridge. You know where the glasses are.”

Dane nods and finds the Moet in the refrigerator. While he concentrates on releasing the cork from the confines of the wire muselet, I stare at the perfect taper from his shoulders to his waist. He’s thin, but it would be a mistake to underestimate his strength.

“Take your shirt off before you pop the cork.”

The bottle drifts out of the way, and his eyes meet mine. If he has confused this with a date—if I’ve momentarily confused this with a date—we are both back on track now. Dane settles the bottle on the granite counter before reaching over both shoulders, grasping the material, tugging it out of his jeans, up his taut belly, and over his head. Without looking at me again, he folds the sweater carefully and tucks it out of the way.

My gaze is fixed on the two raised nipples at eye level as he reaches for the bottle again. If Dane hadn’t rated being touched a “strong dislike,” I’d step behind him now and pull and tease at those tight buds until he moaned for me. Instead, I clasp my hands on the counter, leaving my erection to find its own landing strip. Cradling the neck of the bottle with the dishtowel, he turns sideways, that instinctive concern for my welfare directing his every action. A dramatic pop and puff of vapor provide a graphic prophecy of what our evening holds—for both of us, I hope.

Several toasts run through my head as he fills the flutes, but they’re words I’m not ready to say and he won’t be able to hear. We raise our glasses as the tiny bubbles pop and spray us with confetti-mist.

“To a New Year,” I toast. Simple. Ambiguous. Non-threatening.
                                        
Dane, on the other hand, leaps tall buildings in a single bound. “To a new Master.”



Now, THIS is a party! Some of you have "noted" that the chapters were very brief, so I have combined a couple here for your reading pleasure. Hope that was a bit more satisfying, you greedy bastards!

I want to thank Apoc for teaching me all about muselets (which I think is some derivative of muzzle, which is just all kinds of fitting for this story). Champagne clinks as well to the rest of my team: Meredith Cullen, Jayme TyZane and Chayasara. And also, a few of you- you know who you are- who consult with me about all kinds of fun things offline! 

And while I'm at it, I want to thank Dane for taking off his shirt, because he's hot. 

39 comments:

  1. *clinks* yes! To a new master!
    Who will take care of you!

    Marcus has his hands tied here, doesn't he? *snickers*
    He wants to touch his boy so much, but because he is an amazing master, he knows when to push and pull.

    I love the flirting. I adore the care they both have for each other already.

    Daaaane! *sighs* I just want to hug him, but I settle for his shirt coming off! ;)
    Do you have picture inspirations for Dane and Marcus?
    Xoxo ❤️

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    1. HE WILL! And yes, thank you for noticing that Marcus truly is the restrained one at this point! I do have picspirations! I'll dig something out for you in my patch! MWAH!

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  2. Not very Masterful indeed. For shame.

    i love flirting boys!

    xoxo

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    1. Me too! They're fun when they flirt but let's not forget we're here to get down to bisnatch!
      xx

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  3. Love, love that Marcus is determined to re-instill Dane's sense of self-preservation. but poor thing, he feels like he's abusing his power over Dane. :(

    "Pity the sub who requires punishment for doing a lackadaisical cleaning job, only to then have to clean up from his own discipline!" *chills, I tell ya, CHILLS* ;)

    Once again, I'm so intrigued by how Marcus will handle Dane's limits. We all know that BDSM isn't all whips and handcuffs, but by default we do find a lot of that in the stories we read. I am really soo excited to see how Marcus is going to command Dane without the tools we are more used to!

    "Dane will get my best—end of story." All the feels.

    LOVE the flirting. Because BDSM doesn't always have to be serious, right?!

    After much careful debate (inside my head), Favorite line of the chapter goes to: “Speaking of limits, you better get cooking before I start testing yours.”

    "If he has confused this with a date—if I’ve momentarily confused this with a date—we are both back on track now." OMG, so hot. I can practically see Marcus's tension vibrating off my computer screen! He's gotta remember he's in Charge! and that's one way to do it (and to get some eye candy too!).

    Dane's 'superhero' toast was just great. He may be a little shy to start, but he has a certain confidence in Marcus already! :)

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    1. Nope, look at Edward. He's a big ol' goofy dom. Marcus is mostly more serious than that, but if his goal is to bring out Dane's lighter side, he might need to loosen up his own tie a bit (metaphorically). Thank you for all your feels! I love how you put that-Dane has a certain confidence in Marcus. He does come very highly regarded! ;)

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  4. I hate to keep repeating myself but these two men own me. They do. So completely. *sigh* Marcus' concern for his new sub is so much more than I'm sure he's given some but Dane seems to touch him in a place he's not often been reached. It's so amazing to take this journey with them both.

    Dane's response to Marcus' toast was....just....so amazing. I'm at a loss for how it makes me feel. So many times during this story I find myself giggling, smiling, or even getting teary and stop for a moment to soak in how very much these characters and your words brighten my day. Thanks for that.

    Favorite line...I have but one resolution this year: Be everything this boy needs. ...It's such an amazing line. Full of personal promise and conviction. Loved it.

    xoxo
    V

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    1. Keep repeating that. All day long. Yes, I agree. Marcus connects with all his subs, but there's just no way he'd ever be as close to anyone, except maybe what he felt for Edward. SIGH

      AWWWW, you think of my guys when you're not reading? That's so lovely. Best compliment ever.
      I love you, you big dumb goof.
      xxx

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  5. I'd love to hear Master giggle. Just. Once.

    Hell, you probably heard me giggling when I read that line! =)

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    1. Hopefully it sounds very commanding when Marcus does it! ;P
      x

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  6. How did you know lackadaisical is one of my favorite words. So much fun to say lol. Course the image that came along with that line made shivers run up and down my spine too. Poor Marcus and his dungeon, I know it will be a while but I bet he gets Dane in there eventually. Maybe just for some cleaning (or to get used to it at the same time). The lovely young man likes domestic chores, are we going to see another apron come into play? Oh and will Marcus share him with those chores because my oven needs a good cleaning....just saying!

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    1. I did not know that! That's an excellent idea - to have Dane start out by cleaning his equipment. LOL- he did say he liked domestic service! Trust me, if you had Dane all to yourself, you wouldn't be thinking about cleaning your oven!
      xo

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    2. Is THAT what we're calling it these days? *snort*

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  7. *Raises glass* All the best to the happy couple!
    Ahem... I might be ahead of myself there!
    A longer chapter was very much appreciated, indeed! Thanks for the treat!
    Love from France,
    A. xxx

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    1. THREE X's! WOOHOOO!
      I think your toast is well within reason!
      xxx

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  8. What a lovely surprise to have a longer chapter, I savoured every word.

    What will Marcus do in his dungeon after discounting all those pieces of equipment? I look forward to seeing how Marcus, through you, plays this. The punishments, when the time comes will also have to be inventive I imagine.

    If I was a sub I would be just like Dane, scared of everything as I'm such a wuss.

    Thank you

    Jarvis

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    1. Well hello again, Jarvis. Awww, Marcus would do just what you needed to walk you through! Punishments? Hmmmm. Something to think about!

      Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts!
      x

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  9. oh i just loved the flirting in this chapter, and really enjoy it when Dane smiles. Marcus reminding himself it wasn't a date - and how much he wants to touch Dane reminds us how much of an affect the young man is having on his Master. I wonder if the touching dislike Dane has will be overcome? If anyone can do it Marcus can. :) Loved this chapter. Thank you for sating our greed by giving us more than one chapter :)

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    1. LOL on sating your greed! And hmmm on the touching dislike. I don't know that Marcus would have THAT much self-control. I think the prologue takes place 18 months after the wedding. That's a long time for no touching! ;)
      xx

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  10. Your chapters are always frustratingly short, but the quality and regularity more than makes up for it.

    To a new Master!

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    1. Just frustrating because I want to read it all at once! Fanfic has been an interesting lesson for me because WIP's are just one chapter at a time. I've had to start thinking of them as something like a serial drama where you only get one episode a week. Funny though, I've never binge watched any shows but I do prefer "binge" reading!!!

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    2. I hear ya, Lila! I'm probably going to be posting this story daily for a while. And combining chapters where it makes sense.
      xx

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  11. Marcus makes me giggly.... and horny... Thank you for the longer chappies. Much mich appreciated.

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    1. laughter and horniness are two great feelings! Enjoy!
      x

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  12. *says a word of thanks for Dane taking off his shirt as well* LOL Good thing that Marcus is a practiced and sufficient Dom or I think Dane would be having him blow his top in more ways than one. *wink*

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  13. Dane's clinking toast to a new Master made my heart beat a little faster....with joy for him! There's movement already!

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  14. Insanely unMasterful. Love it!

    I'm so caught up in the story just realised that I have reviewed for awhile

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  15. I think many of us have that knee jerk reaction that we aren't good enough.

    Can I say, I don't think there is a better visual than a ripped guy pulling off a sweater. I love a man in a sweater. You write great visuals for action. "reaching over both shoulders, grasping the material, tugging it out of his jeans, up his taut belly, and over his head. Without looking at me again, he folds the sweater carefully and tucks it out of the way." Do you find yourself performing some actions to flesh out (so to speak) the narrative? The only thing we don't know is if he folds in half or the shoulder fold.

    If Marcus is smitten, Dane is head over heels.

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    1. You're very sweet, and yes, sometimes I do make my husband act something out for me. He usually is quite agreeable! *wink* Thank you though, because it's always a balancing act between showing and telling, between action and dialogue, action and feelings.

      I love your imagery of Dane head over heels. I might have to steal that for my dancing boy! ;)
      xo

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  16. Dane shirtless AND champagne. Well that is a visual.

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  17. Oh goD fucking yes. Love that Dane was bold enough to cheers to a new Master. One who will definitely have his best intere at s at the forefront. *raises glass of merlot*

    Damn at Marcus studying the dungeon and thinking how useless most of it is, in conjunction to Dane's checklist. And then double fucking damn at him asking Dane to take his shirt off while opening the Moet. Wowee... can't wait to see what Marcus has planned for the rest of the night.

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    1. HAHA! I hope those are good "damn"s...better be careful with the Dom Damns, Packy! ;)
      xxx

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  18. oh my, dane in ripped jeans and a sweater. edible indeed! *drools*

    i'm loving the restraint marcus has to show due to all of dane's limits. it will so be worth it in the end. and their flirting is adorable! i think it definitely helps dane relax.

    how fitting that their relationship is starting off in a new year. a nice, clean slate. now i'm very curious as to where/how marcus will start a scene with dane. his 30 hours are up. :) x

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