Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

“I dreamed about diamonds.” Olly beat his pillow into a more comfortable shape then sank into it. “Big shiny diamonds.”

He eyed Joe, who stood in the doorway of their en suite, brushing his teeth. He had on a pair of skimpy white shorts, the fabric translucent enough that Olly could clearly see the dark outline of his cock. He gulped and his ass clenched. He’d been so tired the previous night he hadn’t even felt Joe remove the plug and cock ring. Now he was empty and very horny.

Joe turned away. Olly listened to him rinsing then splashing water on his face. They had half an hour before they were due to meet Aiden and Heath for breakfast in the staff restaurant and Olly really hoped Joe intended to come back to bed. He’d already spent time cleaning up himself and wanted to take advantage of all the minty freshness.

“That’s good. At least you didn’t have nightmares.” Joe reappeared at the door.

“Too worn out, I think. Bad dreams would have taken effort, and besides, you were with me.” Olly didn’t think that needed further explanation. He’d woken with Joe’s arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close. “Why are you wearing clothes, Sir?”

“I’m wearing underwear, Olly. I’m hardly dressed.” Joe raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t it cross your mind that you might have to work to see the rest?”

He stalked across the room, every pace predatory. He grabbed the lube dispenser and threw it at Olly. Olly just managed to catch it, hands shaking. Joe slipped beneath the covers and propped himself up against his pillows.

“I want you kneeling at the end of the bed. Prep yourself.”

Olly crawled from beneath the covers, his cock already hard and aching. He nibbled on his lower lip, anxious to please Joe. He knelt facing his Dom, spreading his knees wide, and waited for instructions.

“Nipples first. Get some lube on your fingers, then rub it over them. I want them glossy and gleaming.” Joe pushed the covers down. He slipped a hand into his shorts and grasped his cock.

Olly could hardly catch his breath. He pumped the lube onto his fingers, then spread a little over each nipple. It was cool and just the slight touch made them hard and achy. They’d always been a hot spot for him, with a direct connection to his dick.

“Pinch them. Make them nice and hard for me.” Joe’s lazy smile was deceiving. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The brief jolts of pain had Olly on the edge in seconds. He moaned but kept abusing his tender buds until they were red and swollen. It was hard to concentrate with Joe stroking his own cock right in front of him.

“More lube, then massage your balls. Get them slick.”

“Oh, God.” Olly’s hand trembled as he cupped his sack. He rolled and squeezed his balls as gently as he thought he could get away with. “Please, Sir… I can’t… I’m gonna…”

“You are not going to come, Oliver. Not until I say so. Did I say stop?” Joe shimmied his hips, getting rid of his shorts and releasing his cock.

Olly gaped. There was a gleam of pre-cum at the head of Joe’s dick that he really wanted to taste.

“Stroke your dick. That’s it. Dig your nail into the slit.”

Olly threw his head back and moaned. He was so close.

“Stop.”

The order was the equivalent of a bucket of cold water. Olly jerked his hand away from his cock like he’d been stung.

“Turn around. Get some more lube, then I want to see you prepping yourself. Make your hole good and slick because I don’t intend to be gentle.”

Joe’s light blue eyes had a feral cast. A thrill of excitement ran the length of Olly’s spine. He loved it when Joe got aggressive. He swiveled around, grabbed the top of the footboard with one hand for balance, and spread his legs a little wider. He smeared lube around his pucker, shivering at the contact. He thrust two fingers into his channel, fucking himself slowly, enjoying the slight burn. He caught Joe’s growl, then the bed bounced. Joe stole the lube from him. Seconds later Joe pulled Olly’s fingers free and pressed the blunt head of his cock to Olly’s entrance.

Olly braced himself with both hands on the footboard. He yelped as the sting of a slap blossomed across his cheeks, then gasped as Joe thrust home. Pleasure exploded through Olly’s brain. It was all he could do to hold on and take the pounding Joe delivered. There was so much sensation. Olly’s prostate must have a homing beacon because Joe was pegging it with every drive. Olly wiggled his hips, attempting to draw Joe even deeper, but Joe grabbed him, holding him still, making it clear that Olly had to take what he was given and like it.

The scent of fresh linen mixed with Joe’s warm musk and minty breath. Flesh slapped on flesh. Olly panted and moaned. Joe grunted with every snap of his hips. Olly’s vision clouded.

“Sir…” The wail was Olly’s.

When Joe reached around and squeezed his cock it was only Olly’s innate need to obey that kept him from coming.

“Come for me, baby.”

Joe didn’t use that term of endearment often. The affection was enough to send Olly into orbit. He came in hot pulses, his legs barely holding him up. He sobbed, overcome with pleasure and emotion. Joe stiffened, then came with a triumphant growl, flooding Olly’s channel with heat. For a few seconds the only sound was their heaving breath.

Eventually Joe withdrew, and Olly flopped onto his side. He was vaguely aware that Joe went to the bathroom and returned with a wet flannel to clean him up. He giggled as Joe washed his cock. The skin was so sensitive even the soft fabric tickled.

“I’d prefer to leave you like this,” Joe said. “Naked. Covered in my scent. But we have to go and meet Heath and Aiden—”

Olly snorted with laughter. “I’ll bet they’ve come already.”

That comment got him a firm smack and he sighed happily. He twisted onto his knees, presenting his ass in the hope of more. Joe obliged with a swift spanking that left Olly’s cheeks glowing warm.

“Take a shower, brat. Then get back in here and present yourself.”

Olly scurried to obey. He showered quickly, toweled off, then returned to the bedroom where he stood, legs shoulder-width apart, fingers clasped behind his neck. A single warm water droplet rolled down his chest. Joe approached him holding a collection of leather straps.

“Something to focus your mind a little this morning.”

He fastened a slim belt around Olly’s waist. Two narrow leather thongs dangling from it were now positioned at the center of Olly’s back. Joe passed the thongs between Olly’s legs and proceeded to wrap them in a complicated pattern around the base of Olly’s balls. After one final crossover, he pulled the ends up to the belt and tied them off. The leather rubbed Olly’s sensitive hole and his perineum. His dick, now jutting obscenely from his body, twitched in its bindings, pulling the thongs even tighter. Olly whimpered.

“Now you can dress. No underwear. No loosening the belt. I’m going to take a shower, then we’ll join Heath and Aiden for breakfast.”

Olly pushed his lower lip out and widened his eyes. “You made me hard again, Sir.”

Joe gave Olly’s jutting lip a little bite. “Yes, I did, didn’t I? But coming again so soon would be greedy.”

Olly didn’t agree, but with his balls so snugly bound, his release was entirely under Joe’s control. He poked his tongue out at Joe’s back as he strolled to the bathroom without a care in the world.

“I saw that, Olly. Doms have eyes in the back of their heads, remember.”

Olly scrambled into his clothes before Joe decided he needed punishment. Even the soft denim of his oldest jeans rubbed against the leather thongs, keeping him aware of the constriction and pressure. He decided on a powder pink t-shirt and a dark cerise pair of Vans. He ran his fingers through his curls, converting them from bed-head to artfully tousled.

Once he had finished in the shower, Joe opted for dark blue chinos and a sky blue cotton polo shirt. The color made his pale eyes gleam. Olly swallowed. He was so lucky. Joe was the Dom lottery jackpot.

And he’s all mine.

It would be so easy to strip off and dive back under the covers but, now that he was wide-awake, Olly also wanted to hear more about blood diamonds and Aiden’s theories about Rocky.

Joe took his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Ready?”

Olly’s stomach chose that moment to voice its disapproval of the delay.

“Apparently.” Olly grinned. “I hope Emile has waffles on the menu today.”

“Knowing how he spoils you, no doubt all your favorites will be available. His way of letting you know he’s thinking about you after what happened yesterday.”

“Hope so.” Olly bounced. “That would make being held hostage worthwhile.”

Joe gave him a firm smack on the ass. “Never again. Not if I have anything to do with it.” He tugged Olly toward the door. “Let’s get you fed before someone reports a problem with the plumbing.”

“Hey! My stomach’s not that loud.” It rumbled again. “Okay, I see your point.”

They walked across the courtyard to the main building then made their way to the staff restaurant. Olly scented bacon while they were still a fair distance away. He picked up his pace, drawn on by the tempting aroma.

“Smells so good, Sir.”

Joe just rolled his eyes. He pushed open the door and held it for Olly to go first. Olly walked into the room, which was overflowing with contractors, their plates heaped with enough cholesterol to seize T-Rex arteries. He made a beeline for the serving hatch, but before he could get there to join the line there was a mass scraping of chairs as everyone in the room stood and clapped. Olly froze. He had no idea what was going on. He swiveled, frantically searching for Joe. His Master was right behind him. Olly walked into the security of Joe’s arms and buried his head against Joe’s shoulder.

“What’s going on, Sir?”

Joe petted his hair, calming him. “Daft boy. They’re applauding you.”

Olly snuck a peek. The entire bunch of big, burly contractors were grinning, clapping and whistling. Their foreman, Ted, wandered over.

“We all heard about what went down yesterday and how brave Olly was. We just wanted to show our support.”

“Thank you, Ted. I’m sure Olly appreciates the gesture,” Joe said.

Olly decided it was time to surface. “Oh, I do. I really do. I mean… I didn’t really do anything heroic. That was Nick. He tackled the moron with the gun, not me.”

Ted patted Olly’s shoulder. “We’ll let you get on with your breakfast.”

Olly spotted Aiden waiting at the counter, a huge grin plastered across his face. Aiden gave him a double thumbs-up. Olly went to join him, accepting all the pats to his back and shoulders with good grace. The contractors would be heading off to start their day shortly and perhaps then the burning in his cheeks might cool.

“Am I the color of beetroot?” Olly asked Aiden as he grabbed a tray.

Aiden gave him a considering look. “More poppy red. It’s very becoming.”

“Becoming?” Olly snorted. “This is not Regency England, you know.” He waved at Emile through the kitchen hatch, then began heaping his plate with crispy bacon, kedgeree and grilled tomatoes. He would save the waffles, blueberries and whipped cream for his second course.

“How do you stay so slim when you eat like a starving mountain gorilla?” Aiden asked.

“Aren’t gorillas vegetarians?” Olly added another couple of bacon rashers for luck.

“Not quite. They enjoy a few grubs and snails to enhance all the green stuff.” Aiden put a roll on his tray. “Wow, the rolls are still warm.”

Olly glared at his friend. “Are you trying to ruin my breakfast? I do not want to be thinking about wigglies while I’m eating.”

“Sorry.” Aiden smirked. He didn’t come across as genuinely apologetic at all.

They took their trays across the room to a vacant table. Olly unloaded his plate and cutlery from the tray, then collapsed into his seat. Aiden settled opposite him, still smirking.

Olly held up a finger. “No. No more demonstrations of your freakishly extensive knowledge of all things disgusting.”

Aiden reached a ridiculous level of pretty when he pouted. Olly heaved a sigh of relief when Heath and Joe joined them at the table. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of Joe’s half a grapefruit and mug of coffee.

“Sir, please tell me that you at least sprinkled sugar on that malevolent fruit.”

“No. Not a grain.”

Olly shuddered. He crunched down a bacon strip so fast there was no chance of anyone even attempting to steal it from him.

“So, Aiden,” Joe said, “have you heard from Becket?”

“He fucking woke us up at six,” Heath grumbled.

“Well, if you hadn’t tied my hands to the headboard, I would have been able to reach for the phone before your grumpy ass regained consciousness.” Aiden speared a mushroom in a way that made Olly wince.

“You just bought yourself an hour with Kali’s teeth, brat.” Heath calmly ate a fork full of eggs.

Olly winced again. He wondered if the fork tines piercing the tender mushroom had inspired Heath. Joe had never used a spiked cock ring on him. He guessed it was a regular occurrence for Aiden and from the twitch of his friend’s lips, something he anticipated rather than dreaded.

“So what did Becket have to say?” Joe interrupted a conversation about cock and ball torture as if Heath and Aiden had been discussing the weather. He showed no sign of impatience. His cool demeanor, as always, helped Olly stay calm.

“Oh…right.” Only a slight hint of pink on Aiden’s cheekbones betrayed an unusual lack of composure. “He had some interesting news. He pulled in a favor from another agency. I don’t think there’s a law enforcement organization anywhere on the planet that doesn’t owe Becket in one way or another. Anyway, he got a man on the ground in Liberia to ask a few questions. A man answering Rocky’s description hired a car in Monrovia on the day of the raid. He used cash and avoided the security cameras in the office, but the assistant is a regular informant and remembered him quite clearly. The car was collected from a hotel two days later and the mileage on it was consistent with the distance Rocky would have covered getting to the area of the diamond mine and back. The next day was the day of the explosion. The team were evacuated after treatment at the local field hospital.”

“So it’s not proof, but it does add to the likelihood Rocky was involved,” Heath said.

“Yes, but that’s not all. The commanding officer of the special ops team confirmed that Rocky’s room buddy where they were staying was—”

“Razor.” Olly put his fork down.

“That’s right.” Aiden nodded. “How did you know?”

“If Rocky was faking his PTSD, he had to have a reason. Before he got to Bourton the only people he’d interacted with other than the paramedics, were Nick and Razor. One of them had to have seen something that put Rocky’s get-rich scheme at risk. Neither of them showed any indication that they suspected him of anything, though, and as far as I know neither of them had amnesia as a result of the explosion. Rocky had his sights on Razor at the end of the hostage situation. That was the reason Nick was able to tackle him. Rocky’s attention was focused on Razor.”

“I’ll make a spy of you yet.” Aiden toasted Olly with his glass of orange juice.

“Sounds like we need to talk to Razor. He probably doesn’t even realize what he’s seen or heard,” Olly said. “We should go back to the hospital.”

“No.” Joe and Heath spoke simultaneously then shared a grin.

“But, Sir…” Olly pleaded. “Talking to Razor isn’t the only reason for going back.”

“What else then?” Joe took the bait.

Olly caught Aiden’s eye. “The diamonds!” They could speak in tandem as well.

“The three guys have only been from hospital to hospital since they arrived back in the country. All they have with them is one kit bag each. I don’t think Rocky would have had a chance to stash the diamonds anywhere else prior to Bourton. He was hurt. His leg injuries meant he couldn’t move around quickly and he wouldn’t have been alone long enough.” Olly bounced a little, excited at the prospect of a treasure hunt.

“He must have brought the diamonds with him,” Aiden concluded. “In a way, getting injured worked in his favor. Much less likely that his bag would be searched during a medical evacuation when everyone would be more concerned about keeping him alive than searching for contraband.”

“It’s a logical argument,” Heath said. “But wouldn’t the local police have searched Rocky’s bag by now? Not for the diamonds but for more weapons?”

“He could have hidden them,” Olly said. “He had opportunity. He was more mobile than he seemed at first and he could easily have got out of that ward on the first night. He’s Special Forces—they’re trained to sneak around, aren’t they?” He reached for Joe’s hand, then gave it a squeeze. “Please can we go, Sir? I need to know what this was all about. If Rocky has been faking his PTSD then he’s a disgrace to all those servicemen who have genuine problems. He should pay for that alone.”

“I suppose it can’t hurt. Rocky will be in a secure ward and under guard by the military police, I imagine. It should be safe enough.”

“Yay!” Olly squirmed in his seat, which was a mistake as the leather wrapped around his tender balls tormented his sensitive skin. A tiny gasp escaped him and his face heated.

“What’s up with you?” Aiden stared at him. “You’re fidgeting even more than usual.”

“I…um…”

“We’ll go and get our coats and meet you in the front hall.” Joe came to the rescue. “Give us half an hour.”

“That’s how long it takes nowadays then.” Heath smirked.

Olly didn’t care. He really needed to get back to the house and beg Joe to take care of his rapidly growing problem. He almost knocked his chair backward in his hurry to get up.

“No waffles then?” There was a trace of a smile on Joe’s lips. He took his own sweet time rising from his seat.

For half a second, Olly hesitated. The lure of Emile’s warm waffles was strong. Still, the pleasure of food didn’t compare to the potential pleasure that he might receive in more private surroundings. He shook his head and gave Joe his most appealing gaze supplemented by the hint of a pout. Joe slipped a finger through one of Olly’s belt loops and tugged. Denim rubbed in several bothersome places. Olly hopped from one foot to the other.

“Siiiir!”

“Half an hour, Heath,” Joe said.

Still using the belt loop as an impromptu tether, Joe towed Olly toward the stairs. His eagerness to keep up almost made him trip over his own feet.

“Forty-five minutes!” Olly shouted back over his shoulder.

Aiden’s snort of laughter just reached his ears.