High Voltage by Angelique Voisen

Heath?”
    Heath’s head jerked to his master,
and he muttered, “Possessive bastard.”
    “What the fuck did you call me,
Heath?”
    Heath’s eyes only adjusted to the
fact that Volt was barefoot and wearing nothing but an old pair of jeans. The
morning sun glinted on his master’s gloriously bronzed, inked, and muscled
flesh, making Heath aware of his now alert cock. Oh Gods. Havoc was right. He
was already doomed. He had it bad, too bad to disentangle himself now.
    Havoc’s words echoed back in his
head. “Volt has wanted you for as long as
you’ve wanted him, Heath, but his guilt and his past always kept him from
acting.” Was Havoc right, and Volt was just ashamed of his past?
    While it didn’t excuse Volt’s awful
behavior, it explained why Volt always did what he could to keep away. It
wouldn’t hurt to hear him out, a voice inside Heath’s head said.   Volt came back for him after all, and in his
own way, finally admitted his desire. Heath didn’t expect romance from a man
like Volt. He liked Volt’s roughness and unexpected sweetness beneath. It was
one of the reasons why he fell in love with Volt in the first place.
    “Well, Heath. Do you want to have
breakfast with me, or do you want to go with Volt?” Havoc asked mildly.
    It was much safer, Heath knew, to
stay in the car, but he couldn’t hide forever from Volt. It was time for him to
man-up and make his decision. Running away from Volt because he was afraid of
rejection was really a cowardly thing.
    Gathering his courage, Heath took a
deep breath, thanked Havoc for the talk, and stepped out of the car. Volt was
still standing there, arms crossed, like some golden and unforgiving lightning
god. Pulses of electricity leapt across his skin, and Heath loathed the smug
expression that had replaced his anger.
    “Came crawling back to me, didn’t
you, Heath?”
    Heath’s fist sailed through the
air, punching at Volt’s shoulder. It felt like he’d hit a brick wall. He yelped
when Volt grasped his fist. His fingers loosened when Volt’s mouth caught two
of them and began to suck them. He could feel his cheeks heating up and his
cock rising under his jeans. Damn. Why did he always react this way around his
master?
    “Stop that.”
    Volt mockingly raised one pierced
eyebrow. He withdrew his mouth to say, “You’re issuing commands to me now,
Heath?”
    “No,” Heath said weakly.
    “Fuck, Heath. I don’t think I can
get enough of your taste.” Volt’s amber gaze was on him, intent and searching.
“Why did you run away?”
    “I—” Heath’s voice faltered when
Volt’s hand drew him forward, sliding from his lower back to rest possessively
on his ass. It made Heath aware of the little aches, and of the post-spanking
redness that was no doubt there as well. The touch reminded him of Volt’s heavy
but firm hand, of Volt’s delicious possession.
    “I can’t think with you touching
me,” Heath confessed.
    “Get used to it.” Volt leaned in
close. “After we have this talk, I’m going to give you another spanking. You
know you deserve it, you naughty little tabby.”
    “Oh fuck.” Heath shuddered and
tried to grasp the words he needed to say. “I ran because I was afraid you’d
tell me you had enough.”
    “Had enough of what?” Volt growled. “Of you? Are you retarded?”
    Heath drew back, offended. “I have
every reason to think it’s true, if how you treat your
past lovers was any indication.”
    Anger rippled on Volt’s handsome
features. “Those people meant nothing to me. I fucked them knowing I’d never
see them again.”
    “Oh yeah, and what makes me
different?” Heath dared to ask.
    “Didn’t I already tell you, Heath?”
Volt grasped his arm, and this time Heath didn’t resist when his master pulled
him close. “You belong to me. I intend to keep and take care of what’s mine.”
    Heath drew out a shaky breath. The
contrast of Volt’s bare skin pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt felt
amazing.