He knew that some people would consider his relationship a little unusual. He didn’t mind though. Knowing as he did that there were all kinds of love, Ivan didn’t mind the confusion of others when he told them he was a slave.
People were often confused. One person had accused him of making fun of black people. It wasn’t until he told them that he was a sex slave that people began to understand what he meant…and then the awkwardness would begin.
How exactly did one agree to be a slave in the first place? Was it all sexual? Did he get off on whips and chains? What most people didn’t realise was that being a slave wasn’t really sexual, it was about giving up control.
Ivan Willowind had control over his life once. And he had hated it. He had run a successful insurance practice and had control over everything. Numbers, facts, people, money.
But after years of controlling everything around him, he began to realize that he had forgotten how to have fun. He had become so anal about time, about control, that he had forgotten what fun was.
When he had entered Dark Moon Rising all those months ago, he had no idea what he had been looking for. He wondered if Ronde Thabernackey had gone to Dark Moon Rising looking for him, or if it had been Fate that had caused them to meet.
Whatever the case, when he had looked into Ronde’s eyes, his world had changed and he had believed in love at first sight. He knew then that he would do whatever Ronde wanted him to do, even if it was being his slave.
It had started off slowly. Ronde had told Ivan that he was in to submission and dominance. At first, delving into the unexplored areas of his beliefs in right and wrong had been difficult, terrifying.
But then, when he had given up control to Ronde, Ivan had truly found freedom.
In giving up control of his life, Ivan didn’t have to worry about anything. All he had to do was do what Ronde wanted him to do, told him to do. Though he was a slave, Ivan was never mistreated, never hurt.
Instead, through control, he learnt about the true nature of love. Through control, he had found love. It had taken letting someone control his body to learn that love was possible. He wasn’t sure if that made him screwed up in the head, but he was probably a good candidate.
But Ivan didn’t care. Ronde was handsome, hilarious and hot and it didn’t hurt that he was intelligent and could carry conversation to boot. He was all the things that Ivan was looking for in a man.
And it had taken leaving behind one life and embracing another to find him.
Ivan wasn’t one to get too fussy with feelings but he wondered if Fate had driven him into Dark Moon Rising that night. If he hadn’t gone, he would never have met Ronde. Fate was known to work in mysterious ways after all.
Take right now, for example. One of the other boys at Dark Moon Rising had been hurt, badly hurt. Even worse, he had escaped and no one knew where he was. Ivan had never seen Ronde looking so upset.
“They’ll find him,” Ivan said. “You know they will.”
“I haven’t given you permission to speak.” His voice was hard and cold. He was really worried then.
“I know you haven’t, but you’ve been pacing a hole in the floor. Why don’t you come over here and teach me a lesson for speaking out of turn?” Ivan grinned. “It might make you feel better.”
Ronde grinned. “It might.”
“Alright then.” Ivan said. He lowered himself to his knees in front of the man he loved. “I’m yours.” He said. “Do with me as you will.”
Silence stretched between them. It went on for so long that Ivan finally looked up at Ronde and was shocked to see him crying. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Ronde, what’s wrong?”
Ronde shook his head and took Ivan’s hands instead. He helped Ivan to stand, kissing him when he was level. “I release you.” Ronde said.
“From what?”
“From this.” Ronde said. “I don’t want you to be my slave anymore.”
“Why?” Ivan’s heart broke into a million little pieces.
“Because I’m in love with you. I can’t make a man I love my slave.” He said.
And the million little pieces rejoined together inside him, forcing him to suck in a breath. Ivan took Ronde’s face in his hands and brought it closer, kissing him softly on the lips. “And I love you.” He said.
Ronde looked up, shock on his face. “You do?”
“Yep,”
“Since when?”
“About the time you picked me up at the bar.” Ivan said.
“I thought it was just me, that I loved you but could never have you.”
“Nope.” Ivan said. “You complete me.”
When they kissed this time, passion bloomed in the space between their lips. “Are you going to take me to bed?” Ivan asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Ronde said. He put a collar attached to a leash around Ivan’s neck. “Come on.”
“I thought I wasn’t your slave anymore.” Ivan said.
“You’re not.” A blush ran along Ronde’s cheeks. “I just want to get kinky with you.”
The passion that was between them bloomed into need. “I thought you’d never ask.” Ivan said.
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