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Now, King has come back into Dustin’s life with a new proposal. He wants to recreate Dustin’s club scenes with Dustin in the submissive role. Dustin doesn’t understand why King would want to do scenes with him again, but King is very persuasive and Dustin finds that he can’t resist. Now all Dustin has to do is figure out how to continue without having his heart broken.
Meanwhile, King has regretted parting ways with Dustin every day. Seeing Dustin working the subs at the club has given him an idea of how he can connect with Dustin again. He knows he screwed up with Dustin when they last parted and he can only hope that through his new plan, he can woo Dustin and ensure they both get the happy ending they deserve.
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Dustin woke up, took out the plug, cleaned it, showered, dressed, and got himself a cup of coffee. He couldn’t do this. He just couldn’t. It would be too easy to forget himself. King had been right before. They were too intense, and if he stayed, he’d soon be in over his head.
King walked in a moment or two later, wearing nothing but a smile. “Ah, there you are. The bed was cold without you.”
“Was it? I’ve been up for a while.” He was an early riser. Years of habit added to his brain going a mile a minute once he’d woken up had guaranteed he wouldn’t be sleeping in today.
“You could have woken me.”
“I took a shower and stuff.” And he was awake and tender and nervous now.
King walked over, hand sliding over his shoulder, fingers squeezing gently. King’s hand was warm, comforting Dustin immediately. It was so easy to lean back, feel the touch. The hold turned into a massage, King humming under his breath as he worked Dustin’s muscles. “Have you eaten?”
“Just coffee.” There was no way he could eat anything right now.
“Do you want anything?” King asked. “Something light pre-scene?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure I can do it, King. I’m not sure I can submit, man.”
“Look deep,” King told him. “I think you’ll find that you can. Besides, this scene is until you safeword. Hold out as long as you can, but there will be no shame in safewording. It is, after all, the goal.”
And then what? He went home to lick his wounds alone? Hurt and aching in his apartment? Christ. Had he been so fucking lonely last night that he hadn’t thought this through?
“And I’ve got you until Monday to build you back up again. I may not be a bevy of subs, but I know how to take care of someone after a scene.”
“What?” He stared right into those light eyes. How the hell did King do that? How did he always know exactly what Dustin was thinking?
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