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  Table of Contents

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

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  A Dom and His Warrior

  By Xenia Melzer

  A Club Whisper Novel

  Leeland Drake and Jonathan White are a committed BDSM couple and have just moved in together. Leeland has only one year left in college, and everything seems perfect… until Leeland’s uncle asks him to stand in for an injured UFC fighter.

  Leeland wants to help his uncle, but he remembers all too well from his years competing in martial arts how strenuous life as an athlete can be. He doesn’t want to risk his relationship with Jonathan. After some discussion, they decide Leeland will go pro for a year.

  As if the training and strict diet weren’t bad enough, the pressure skyrockets when Leeland encounters homophobic fighter Noah Adams—especially when they end up facing each other in the championship.

  Between the bigoted rants of his opponent, the scrutiny of the media, the pressure from his sponsor, and a fire in his uncle’s gym, Leeland is close to breaking down. Only Jonathan’s support and love keep him focused enough to set foot in the octagon once more—and maybe even walk away a winner.

  To all the chocolate lovers out there.

  Acknowledgments

  WRITING A book is pretty easy, at least according to my favorite author, Terry Pratchett. All you need is a beginning, a middle, and an end…

  Well, yes, those are good starting points. You also need an understanding spouse and children who don’t get sick too often, good friends to cheer you on when you’re having one of those days where you contemplate just deleting it all, and a sister who will read your manuscript and very kindly point out all the logical mistakes you made. You also need good editors, like Anne, Kelly, Anastasia, and Liv, who put up with your recurring grammar mistakes (strangely enough, punctuation is NOT optional), find all the mistakes your sister has missed, and still feel kind enough to leave a few encouraging comments in the manuscript so you don’t get depressed.

  Furthermore, you need chocolate. Lots of it. The dark kind. And peppermint tea with honey. And somebody to massage your feet. If you have all those things, you can write a book just like that. Ha, ha.

  Chapter 1

  JONATHAN’S GAZE wandered lovingly over Leeland’s naked body. They were at Whisper, in a private suite, for an intense session. Over the past three weeks, they hadn’t had much time for each other, and tonight was all about reconnecting. It was also about stress relief. Leeland’s end-of-semester exams were over. His boy had done well; no, more than well, straight As. One more year of hard work and Leeland would finish college. Jonathan drew a deep breath, focusing on Leeland’s perfect body in the sling. A black, silken blindfold kept his boy from seeing what he was doing. Leeland’s breathing was even, though. He trusted Jonathan completely.

  It always humbled Jonathan, that trust. Especially when he thought how easily Leeland could toss him on his ass thanks to his martial arts training. The heady feeling of exerting power over somebody so strong had Jonathan’s cock swelling in his leather trousers. Leeland’s contradictions never failed to turn him on. That beautiful, slender body, the androgynous beauty, the long silken hair, the huge almond-shaped eyes, the pert little nose, and the thin yet sensual lips all appealed to Jonathan’s protective instincts, his need to conquer and own, the urge to dominate.

  The fierce intelligence, sassy mouth, and self-confidence backed up by a solid training in self-defense called out to Jonathan’s inner predator, which had been seeking an equal for so long. Yes, Leeland was everything Jonathan could wish for, everything he ever wanted. What he had planned for tonight was one way of showing Leeland how much Jonathan appreciated and loved him. Just thinking of the pleasures to come had Jonathan’s cock dripping precum.

  He circled the swing, making sure everything was secure, Leeland’s wrists and ankles bound but not in a way that would hurt him. Even though they both enjoyed the occasional spanking, they were more into sensual play. Jonathan trailed his fingertips over Leeland’s rib cage, reveling in the smoothness of the skin and the slight quiver the touch sent through Leeland’s body. His boy moaned low, full of anticipation. Jonathan smiled.

  “This is going to be so good, honey.” He paused. “Your safeword?”

  Leeland smiled. Jonathan knew he appreciated being asked every time they did a scene. It showed how much Jonathan cared, how seriously he took their interactions.

  “Dust bunny for stop, dandelion for slow down, pasture for go.”

  “Very good. Let the games begin.”

  He knew how corny that sounded, and Leeland’s giggle only confirmed it. With a determined expression, Jonathan went to the little table where he had laid out the things he needed for this session.

  First he took the ostrich feather. There was nothing like a light warm-up before he went for the heavier ammunition, so to speak. He let the feather trail over Leeland’s stomach, eliciting a groan from his boy. Jonathan smiled when he saw goose bumps rising on the lightly tanned skin. Mapping out Leeland’s body with the feather, he went from his stomach to his right side, sliding the filaments along the rib cage, into the armpit, up the underside of Leeland’s arm, then down again to repeat the same action on the other side. By the fourth time the feather started its journey, Leeland was squirming in his confines, making the sling swing. Jonathan put a hand on his boy’s belly, stopping all movement.

  “Shh, boy. We’ve only begun.”

  Leeland whimpered. “I know. Don’t stop.”

  Jonathan bent forward and kissed the trembling lips, swallowed another needy moan. Then he went back to work, changing the path of the feather downward, over Leeland’s slim waist, his slightly protruding hip bones, the long, shapely legs, up on the inside of his thighs, teasing his balls and cock, which twitched every time the feather ghosted over the hot, sensitive flesh. Leeland tried to arch his back, a futile exercise in the sling. The knowledge that he was doing this to his boy, that it was him who had Leeland moaning and whimpering and begging by using nothing more than a feather, went straight to Jonathan’s groin, making his balls draw up and his own shaft try to punch a hole in his leathers. Leeland was utterly gorgeous when he gave in like that.

  Jonathan let the feather trail over the swollen balls once more before he put it away and retrieved the next item on the table. Because he couldn’t see, his boy was visibly straining his ears to guess what was coming next. Jonathan grinned and lifted the small porcelain bowl with the warm sandalwood-scented oil high in the air before he tipped it. The oil poured out in a small, controlled trickle, met Leeland’s sensitized flesh with barely a sound, and started running down his torso, drawing happy moans from Leeland. Once the bowl was empty, Jonathan placed it back on the table before he started massaging the oil into Leeland’s body, thoroughly enjoying the act. He was an extremely sensual man wh
o loved giving that kind of pleasure. Jonathan had to admit, though, that he had never before met a sub who reveled in it like Leeland did. With him everything got ramped up almost indefinitely. Now, too, he tried to arch into Jonathan’s touch, begging, whimpering, moaning, baring himself to anything Jonathan wanted to give him. It was like a drug—for both of them.

  Jonathan alternated firm strokes with featherlight touches of his fingertips, never stopping until Leeland’s skin felt heated under his fingers. He grinned a tiny bit evilly. The next part would have Leeland fighting for control. He bent down and whispered close to his boy’s ear.

  “Remember, honey, no coming unless I say so.”

  Leeland groaned, the words alone making his cock twitch. Jonathan watched his boy squirm for a bit; then he went to the table again. Carefully, drawing out the moment for both his and his fidgeting boy’s sake, he selected one of the ice cubes sitting in another bowl. The sudden coldness felt good on his fingers, and he could only imagine what Leeland would experience.

  He took the cube, went back to Leeland, and hovered above his nipples, waiting for the drops of water to fall. When the first one hit the heated skin of Leeland’s nicely pebbled nipple, the boy hissed in a combination of pleasure and surprise.

  “Damn.”

  Jonathan cleared his throat. Another drop fell, closely followed by a third and fourth.

  “Sorry, Master. Aah!”

  Leeland whimpered, and Jonathan put the entire cube on his left nipple. When Jonathan started drawing circles around both nipples, leaving a wet trail behind, eventually venturing upward toward Leeland’s neck and ears, then downward again, passing the valley of his navel and heading for his groin, he got a steady stream of moans and whimpers that turned into incoherent begging once he reached Leeland’s swollen nuts. The ice cube was almost gone. Jonathan dipped it into his navel, leaving it to melt completely, before he got another one from the bowl, going straight back to Leeland’s sex. He teased the hard shaft, slipped it over the weeping slit, dragged it down over the balls, rubbing the sensitive flesh between balls and hole before he began massaging Leeland’s pucker.

  Carefully, so as not to lose his grip on the cube, Jonathan pushed it against the tight ring of muscle, teasing, challenging, and Leeland sang for him, his breath coming in short gasps. The muscles in his thighs trembled, and his hole started to open for the cube. Jonathan slid the ice inside, rubbing it around, pushing it deeper until it was completely melted. He got another cube and repeated the action. Leeland’s inner passage was now cold to the touch, and he bucked against the two fingers Jonathan had inside him.

  “Please! Jonathan, please!”

  It wasn’t the urgency in Leeland’s voice that convinced Jonathan it was time to fuck him. It was Leeland calling him by his name. When Leeland was close to flying, he always stopped addressing Jonathan as Master and went for his name instead. Other Doms might have taken offense, but Jonathan loved it. He loved that he could wreck Leeland so completely that he forgot all protocol.

  Quickly Jonathan opened his leathers, poured some oil on his cock, and slicked himself up. With a sigh he stepped between Leeland’s spread legs in the swing.

  “I’m going to give it to you now, honey.”

  He got a sob for an answer. Jonathan placed one hand on Leeland’s stomach; with the other, he lined himself up. Slowly, carefully, he pressed the head of his cock into Leeland’s hole and hissed when the cold hit him. So good. This was so good. Leeland moaned.

  “More. Jonathan, I need more! Fuck me!”

  That, too, was something most Doms didn’t tolerate, a sub who told them what to do. But who was he to refuse his gorgeous angel after he had been so good? Jonathan pressed deeper, until he was fully seated inside Leeland’s ass. For a moment he stilled, enjoyed the sensation of Leeland’s still cool passage gripping him firmly, slowly heating up again. When Leeland made an impatient sound, he started fucking him with long, sure movements, trying to draw it out as long as possible.

  It was difficult, though. There was just so much sensation, combined with the giddy knowledge that they weren’t separated by a barrier. Only that afternoon they had gotten their test results, and Jonathan still couldn’t believe he was doing this, riding his boy bareback. His. They were exclusive. Just the two of them.

  Leeland seemed to be equally aroused, because he panted some incoherent words.

  “We. Bare. Harder. So good. More.”

  Jonathan grabbed Leeland’s hips with both his hands and started fucking him in earnest. They wouldn’t last long, so why torture himself? He wasn’t the sub in this relationship. When Jonathan felt the warning tingling in his back, he growled low.

  “Come, Leeland! Now!”

  Leeland made a choking sound, and with Jonathan’s next brutal inward stroke, they came together, Leeland spraying his seed on his belly, the spurts going as far as his chin, Jonathan releasing deep inside his lover’s body and slumping down on him in a heap of bliss.

  As far as Jonathan was concerned, this was heaven.

  Chapter 2

  AFTER A few moments of sated silence, Leeland groaned and wiggled under Jonathan’s weight. Jonathan propped himself up, which wasn’t as easy with the sling as it would have been on a bed. He actually had to work his back muscles here. He felt his softening cock slipping out of Leeland’s body.

  “Hmm, honey, wanna plug you.”

  “Perv.”

  “Admit it, you love me for it. Besides, this is the first time we went bareback. I want to trap my cum inside you.”

  Thanks to the blindfold, Jonathan wasn’t able to see the eye roll Leeland was surely giving him right now, and therefore didn’t have to punish his sweet sub.

  “How caveman can you get? I’m not a woman. There won’t be any babies, you know that, don’t you?”

  Jonathan grinned and slapped Leeland’s flank hard enough to remind him of their roles.

  “Brat. Now clench that sweet hole of yours while I go looking for a nice fat plug.”

  He slipped completely from Leeland’s hole and admired the view for a moment. The pucker was a beautiful pink, glistening with oil and cum and twitching helplessly. Jonathan felt his own shaft taking a renewed interest. Plug, he reminded himself. Plug and then aftercare. He rummaged in one of the drawers in the playroom, grateful that Whisper provided all kinds of sex toys. With a triumphant huff, he selected a moderate-sized silicone plug in neon yellow, sauntered back to the sling where Leeland was still waiting, squeezing his hole to keep Jonathan’s spunk from flowing out, and pushed it into his sub. Leeland moaned, his cock, too, perking up again.

  Jonathan removed the blindfold and pressed a quick kiss on Leeland’s nose.

  “Cuddle.” Leeland was obviously still blissed out; his eyes had that glazed-over look that told Jonathan he would fall asleep soon. He hurried to get Leeland out of the sling and then carried him over to the king-size bed every private playroom at Whisper had. Jonathan arranged the pillows so he could lean comfortably against the headboard. With a contented sigh, he pulled Leeland between his legs. Leeland’s head came to rest on his broad chest, the faint smell of his lemon shampoo mixing with the sandalwood from the oil and the more prominent scents of sex and sweat. When Jonathan reached for the wet wipes on the bedside table—another item every suite had—the sagging of Leeland’s body told him that his boy was already asleep. Jonathan chuckled, wiped the drying cum from Leeland’s stomach, tossed the soiled tissue in the general direction of the garbage bin, missed, and didn’t care about it.

  Meeting Leeland was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Jonathan had felt drawn to him from the moment he first saw Leeland’s elegant, sleek body behind the bar of Whisper. They had a few scenes together, but at that time Jonathan had thought Leeland was like all the other submissives—submissive. And, yes, he knew how contradictory that idea was. At Richard’s and Dean’s housewarming party, he had approached Leeland from behind, and Leeland had tossed him on his ass without app
arent effort. That had been enough reason for Jonathan to ask the boy on a date. From then on their relationship had steadily progressed to the point where they now went bareback. He was one lucky bastard, and he knew it.

  Between his legs, Leeland stirred, yawned, and tried to snuggle even closer. Jonathan smiled softly, wrapping his arms around Leeland’s torso.

  “What an amazing scene, Master. So good.”

  Jonathan chuckled. He always enjoyed Leeland’s evaluation of their scenes. Some Doms didn’t like that, even felt insulted when their subs told them what they enjoyed or hated about a scene. Jonathan was grateful for the input. That way he was able to constantly improve and create even better experiences for both of them. It suited his competitive streak.

  “So you liked it?”

  “Hmm. A lot. I mean, a good spanking does have its merits, but this… this was something else. Hot and cold and hot….” He trailed off, stroking Jonathan’s fingers in an absentminded way. “Sex without a condom is great too. I felt so connected.”

  Jonathan’s heart did that crazy little dance he had learned to associate with Leeland, and he spoke without thinking.

  “Move in with me.”

  In his arms Leeland went very still. Jonathan bit his lip, inwardly cursing himself. Why, oh why did he have to blurt that out? It was something he had been mulling over for a month now, waiting for the right moment to propose. He hadn’t meant to spring it on Leeland like this. After a scene was never a good time to discuss important matters. Too many hormones on the rampage.

  “Honey?”

  Leeland’s lack of a response worried Jonathan. When he had pictured them living together, he had never once thought Leeland might be opposed to the idea. Reluctant, perhaps, but not opposed. Jonathan felt dread creeping up his spine.

  Leeland started stroking his hand.

  “Peyton’s going to kill me. He’s just finished decorating everything.”