On This Day by Kim Dare Page B

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.