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  On This Day

  By Kim Dare

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  2665 N Atlantic Avenue, #349

  Daytona Beach, FL 32118

  On This Day

  Copyright © 2011, Kim Dare

  Edited by Christine Allen-Riley

  Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-409-3

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic release: September 2011

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  To my parents – who got married on a Wednesday,

  and who’ve said “Happy Anniversary” to each other

  every Wednesday since.

  Chapter One

  Frederick Tayton paused, one foot inside his house, the other still lingering on his doorstep. Quick glances through the various doors leading off the entrance hall showed that all the curtains on the ground floor had been drawn. The only source of natural light was the front doorway itself. When Tayton finally finished stepping over the threshold and closed the door behind him, no trace of sunlight disturbed the darkness.

  If it weren’t for the fact someone had lit dozens of candles and arranged them artistically around the high, elegantly furnished space, Tayton wouldn’t even have been able to see the naked man kneeling in the middle of his hallway.

  As he studied the scene before him, Tayton’s lips twitched into a smile. If nothing else, owning Denny certainly made life interesting. It also made it completely impossible for a man to know when he’d arrive home from work and find himself taking a starring role in an unexpected celebration.

  Tayton ran today’s date through his mind.

  Birthdays? No. Valentines? No. Christmas? No. Anniversary…? Well, none of the conventional ones anyway.

  Striding confidently across the room, Tayton stopped in front of the younger man, wondering if his lover intended to give him a clue as to the occasion. Denny kept his head bowed and his hands behind his back.

  The younger man was already hard, his cock curving up toward his stomach. Tayton’s own cock stiffened as he watched his submissive draw in a deep breath and let it out very slowly.

  It wasn’t the anniversary of the day Tayton had given Denny his permanent collar or of the date they’d met or even of the date they’d first had sex. It couldn’t be the sixth month anniversary of the first time they’d conducted a full-blown scene outdoors, either. Tayton knew full well that they’d celebrated that just two weeks ago with an erotic little picnic, conducted on the kitchen floor in deference to the torrential rain pounding down outside.

  “Pet?” Tayton prompted, as he slowly circled the kneeling submissive. The boy really was stunning; the flickering candle light lent his skin a beautiful warm glow as it highlighted various lines of lean muscle.

  Nothing interrupted his view except the black leather collar around Denny’s throat. There wasn’t even a single pale-blond hair below his neck to cast a shadow. He was freshly shaved and obviously very ready and willing to please his master.

  Denny tilted back his head and looked up at Tayton. “Are you hungry, sir?”

  Food was the last thing on his mind. Tayton was just about to say so, when he saw Denny’s eyes flicker towards the formal dining room. Tayton followed his gaze.

  Through the doorway, the dining table had been elaborately set, complete with the fine silverware and crystal glasses—most of which Tayton hadn’t actually set eyes on since he’d inherited it from an elderly aunt more than a dozen years ago.

  His curiosity temporarily got the better of his lust. Turning his back on his submissive, Tayton strolled into the dining room to investigate. Everything within sight had been buffed and polished to within an inch of its life. Silver sparkled each time a candle’s flame swayed.

  “Shall I serve your dinner, sir?”

  Tayton glanced over his shoulder.

  Denny had already moved into the doorway and lowered himself back to his knees. Tayton ran an assessing eye over the work the younger man had put into his preparations for the evening. It seemed Tayton’s original intention of a quick blowjob, supper eaten from trays balanced on their knees in the living room, followed by a sleepy evening in front of the television, would be best set aside for another night.

  “Yes.”

  The submissive rose and silently retreated toward the kitchen at the back of the house. Tayton shrugged off his jacket, undid his tie and dutifully took his seat at the head of the table. Wine was already chilling on a sideboard. Freshly baked bread occupied a little basket on the table.

  Leaning back in his chair and stretching out his legs beneath the long mahogany table, Tayton idly tried to work out what this particular date might commemorate. No doubt, his pet would tell him when he was ready, but guessing had become half the fun of these unexpected celebrations.

  The one-year anniversary of the first time he’d flogged the younger man? Three months since they first explored the possibilities of suspension bondage?

  Denny’s bare footsteps made no sound as he hurried back into the dining room carrying a tray bearing Tayton’s favorite meal. The scent of the steak reminded Tayton it had been a long time since he’d eaten, but that wasn’t the most important consideration running through his mind.

  There was only one plate on the tray, only one place laid at the table. The plate didn’t contain a double portion designed to be shared either.

  “Have you already eaten?”

  “I’m not hungry, thank you, sir.”

  Tayton studied the younger man’s profile very carefully. He was as stunning as ever, but as Tayton took in more details, he realized the boy was also full to the brim with nerves.

  A frown touched the corners of Tayton’s eyes. He’d never seen any hint of anxiety from Denny regarding any of his previous impromptu celebrations. Tayton absentmindedly nodded his acceptance of his lover fasting on this particular occasion, but all his attention was now firmly fixed on trying to work out what the hell Denny could be so nervous about celebrating.

  They’d been together for over a year, but Tayton was quite sure that he’d been away on a business trip twelve months ago to the day. That left some sort of six-month milestone, or maybe a three-month? Tayton glanced at Denny as the submissive knelt on a cushion at his side, waiting patiently for some opportunity to serve.

  The steak gradually disappeared from Tayton’s plate, along with each of the side dishes.

  “Excellent, as always.” Tayton ran his fingers through the younger man’s hair as he consumed the last scrap of food and sat back in his chair.

  Denny wasn’t so nervous that he couldn’t blush at a compliment. Ducking his head, as if that would stop his master noticing his slightly heightened color, he quickly rose and cleared away the plate.

  Now that Tayton was looking for the signs, it was all too easy to see the submissive’s shoulders were knotted with tension. Unwilling to have the boy wandering out of his sight until he’d worked out what was going on with him, Tayton followed him to the kitchen.

  Denny stood by the sink, counting things off on his fingers as he worked through some mental to-do list. Walking up behind him very quietly, Tayton slid his hands around the smaller man’s waist and pulled him back until his arse was press
ed tightly against his own crotch.

  Denny gasped as Tayton settled his hands on his hipbones and pressed his erection against his backside through his trousers. An unexpected sensation against Tayton’s fly informed him that it wasn’t only Denny’s enthusiasm for celebrating anniversaries that was keeping him hard despite of his nerves.

  Slipping a hand between their bodies, Tayton slid two fingers down the cleft between Denny’s buttocks until they pressed against the plug lodged firmly in Denny’s arse. It vibrated gently against Tayton’s fingertips as he jostled it within the tight hole.

  Denny whimpered as he swayed back against Tayton.

  “Have you been keeping yourself ready for me all day?” Tayton whispered in his ear.

  Denny nodded. It seemed to be the only kind of answer he was capable of right then.

  Smiling to himself, Tayton reached around Denny with his other hand and ran his palm up the boy’s torso until one of his fingers brushed across a pretty pink nipple.

  Denny whimpered and bit down hard on his bottom lip.

  Tayton murmured his approval into Denny’s ear. “Have you been making sure you’re nice and sensitive for me, too?”

  “Yes, sir.” The words were barely more than a whisper.

  “Did you use the clamps?” Tayton asked, rolling the little nub of nerve endings between his fingers.

  Denny ground his arse back against Tayton’s crotch as he pressed his chest forward into his hand. “Yes, sir.”

  “My favorite ones?”

  Denny nodded, already struggling to catch his breath.

  “Good boy.”

  Denny’s head dropped back to rest on his master’s shoulder as Tayton pinched the nipple tightly between thumb and forefinger then released it.

  “And what else do you have planned for us this evening?” Tayton asked, flexing the fingers of his other hand to press the plug more firmly against Denny’s prostate.

  Denny whimpered as pre-cum leaked even more quickly from the tip of his cock.

  Tayton smiled and brushed his lips against the shorter man’s temple. “What shall I do with you?” he mused. “I could—”

  “Let me help you relax first?” Denny cut in.

  Tayton paused for a moment before turning the other man within the circle of his arms and looking down into his eyes. Relaxing via anything but a very enjoyable orgasm wasn’t high on his to-do list.

  “If you prefer not, sir…” Denny quickly corrected.

  The boy was already hovering on the edge of his orgasm. Tayton could see the lust in his eyes as Denny looked up at him, but there was something else, as well. For some reason, Denny wanted to help his master relax far more than he wanted to help either of them to come—his plans for their evening were that important to him. Whatever anniversary they were commemorating was that important. Tayton studied his lover carefully, wondering if this was an anniversary Denny had expected his master to remember, too.

  Denny dropped his gaze. “If you tell me what you’d prefer us to do, sir,” he invited softly.

  Tayton shook his head. “Relaxing sounds good.”

  Denny glanced up at him for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure he was serious.

  “Go ahead,” Tayton encouraged.

  “Thank you, sir.” Denny cautiously held out his hand to Tayton. Without another word, he led the way back into the hallway and up the stairs. Candles guttered as they passed them.

  “I should…” Denny faltered as he spotted the flaw in his carefully laid out arrangements. Apparently, burning down the house wasn’t part of the plan.

  “I’ll see to the candles and catch up with you,” Tayton decided.

  It only took Denny a moment to realize Tayton wasn’t offering a suggestion; he was telling him what was going to happen. “Thank you, sir.”

  Tayton watched Denny clear the top of the stairs and turn the corner leading into the master bedroom before he retreated to the dining room and began to extinguish the multitude of candles dotted around the space. Doing the same all the way through the hallway and up the stairs, he finally arrived at the bedroom door.

  The sound of splashing water led him toward the en-suite. The big double bath was already full, the bathroom swirling with steam. Denny knelt patiently next to the bath, but he swiftly rose when Tayton came in and reached out to help him remove his clothes.

  At any other time, Tayton would have raised an eyebrow and brushed aside that particular service. Tonight, he let Denny do as he pleased. Standing still in the middle of the room, he allowed the younger man to undress him and set his clothes neatly to one side.

  Stepping into the bath, Tayton lay back and let the heat from the water sink into his muscles. He closed his eyes for a moment and simply enjoyed the way his body relaxed as any thought of his work as a financial analyst faded from his mind.

  He listened with half an ear to fabric rustling on the other side of the room as Denny dealt with his clothes. When the sound stopped and wasn’t immediately replaced with the sound of Denny getting into the bath, Tayton opened his eyes.

  Denny was kneeling once again on the folded up towel he’d placed on the floor next to the tub. “May I serve you, sir?”

  “Yes. If you’re concerned the plug will electrocute you, you may replace it with another one.”

  Denny looked at Tayton then the water. “I—”

  “Will be joining me,” Tayton finished for him.

  Chapter Two

  Denny turned his complete attention back to his master’s face. He knew that tone of voice. There was no arguing with it, and disobedience wasn’t part of his plans for the evening.

  Their anniversary was going to be perfect. The very idea that it wouldn’t be was enough to make Denny’s knees shake as he pulled himself to his feet and obediently took a more suitable plug from the shelf next to the basin.

  Slicking it, he quickly exchanged it with the one that had been lodged in his arse whirling away on varying speeds for the better part of the day. The simple fact that the replacement wasn’t sending vibrations to his prostate made it easier for Denny to pull himself back from the edge, but he still had to bite his lip as he lifted his leg and stepped into the bath. Right then, he felt he might come just from the wind changing direction.

  The bath was big, but so was Tayton. Denny wasn’t at all sure how to arrange himself around the larger man in order to give Tayton as much room in the tub as possible. He should have thought it all through far more carefully, should have better anticipated his master’s desires and worked out how to respond to them in advance.

  Wet fingers wrapped around Denny’s wrists, and the decisions stopped being his to make. Tayton guided Denny to kneel down facing him, straddling his body.

  Tayton’s erection slid against Denny’s buttocks as he arranged them just as he wanted them. Letting go of his wrists, Tayton turned his attention to the rest of Denny’s body.

  The fact Tayton’s fingers were now slicked with bath oils didn’t make the way he toyed with Denny’s nipples any easier to take. Even the mildest touch was enough to make him groan and pray for permission to come. When Tayton wrapped his other hand around Denny’s erection, he was helpless to keep his hips from bucking forward.

  Staring down at his master, Denny silently begged him not to push him any closer to a line he didn’t have permission to cross. The idea of letting the other man down, on this day of all days, was more than he could take.

  Tayton raised an eyebrow at him.

  Denny closed his eyes, desperately fighting back wave after wave of sensations. The darkness behind his eyelids didn’t help. It was almost immediately replaced by the image of Tayton, naked and gorgeous, muscles shining as the bath oils clung to his skin, dark hair slicked back from his face, a five o’clock shadow highlighting his jaw and the desire to tease shining brightly in his eyes.

  Denny couldn’t let his master down. He took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing every muscle in his body, frantically trying to fend off the
approaching orgasm in any way he could.

  “Your control is coming along very nicely,” Tayton observed as the minutes ticked past, each one feeling more like an hour to Denny.

  He blinked open his eyes. “Thank you, sir.” His voice was hoarse, the words nowhere near enough to express his true gratitude for the unexpected praise.

  Tayton nodded his head, just once, and let his hands fall away from Denny’s body.

  Taking that as his cue, Denny carefully raised himself out of the bath, trying his best not to drip over his lover in the process. As Tayton stood, Denny snatched up one of the huge black bath towels he’d laid out in readiness and began to dry his master’s body.

  Tayton made no comment; he merely stood patiently in the middle of the bathroom until Denny had completed the task. Droplets of water clung to the dark hairs over Tayton’s chest. Denny wiped them gently away, taking care not to miss a single inch of Tayton’s form.

  That done, Denny hurriedly scrubbed away the dampness that hadn’t already dried from his own skin as he’d worked then tossed the towel into the hamper.

  Tayton still stood in that same spot in the middle of the room, his arms now folded across his chest, obviously, waiting for Denny to tell him what he thought should happen next.

  There was only one answer to that silent query.

  “Whatever you want, sir.”

  Tayton stepped forward, until their naked bodies were almost touching. “Are you telling me that you haven’t planned anything past this point?”

  Denny glanced up at him. “There are massage oils laid out in the bedroom, sir,” he admitted.

  Tayton nodded, just once.

  Permission to follow through with the next stage of his plan granted, Denny led Tayton out into the bedroom.

  The oils were all neatly lined up on the chest of drawers. Denny already had one in his hands by the time Tayton spoke again.