Dark Attraction

Chapter twenty - healing and gentle play

Gage kept me home with him the next day, insisting that I needed to rest, get my strength back and as he said 'process the trauma'. I didn't put up too much of a fight about it. Gage liked to cook for me, and he was a very good chef, adding spices and seasonings I'd never have thought to include, which made everything taste so much better.

"Who, uh, who were you?" I asked, over a dinner of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and greens swimming in butter.

He looked up at me, his mouth pursing. "You mean, before?"

"Yeah, I mean, you're really good at cooking but you don't need to eat, right? Were you going to be a chef or something?"

He sighed, looked down at the table and then out the window. He liked to have the blinds open at night so we could see the stars. I privately hoped that one day he'd fuck me up against that window.

"No, nothing like that. I just worked in a diner for a while," he said. "It's not very interesting really, I was just a small town kid, nobody. Went to New York to try and make something of myself, and went down the wrong alley one night."

I frowned. "That sucks."

Gage shrugged, schooling his expression into something that said he couldn't care less. I decided not to push him on it. He'd tell me when he was ready.

Later, after we'd cleaned up from dinner, I slipped my arms around his waist. "Gage, can we play?"

He grumbled, his hands on my ass almost immediately despite his apparent reluctance. "You're hurt, injured... I don't want to hurt you."

"So don't," I said. I was already hard, just the thought of playing with him had got me there, so I ground my hips forward, letting him feel it. "I'm sure you can be gentle if you want to be."

"You ought to rest," he said. He licked his lips and looked up at me.

"I've been resting all day," I said. I swallowed, decided to be even bolder. "I want my boyfriend's dick, I've heard it's the best medicine."

That got a smile out of him. "Where did you hear that?" His hips jutted forward and I felt his hardness against mine. Fuck yeah. My arousal spiked, and I could see his eyelids flutter as he felt it, echoing through his body and returning back to me with his arousal. This connection could be very, very good, I thought.

"Oh, just around," I said. I slid a hand up his back and scratched lightly at the skin. "Please?"

He huffed, his pupils blown, and a hint of fang visible when he responded. "Puppy dog eyes, and begging? Well, I can't resist that."

"Yes!" I grinned and he leaned in to nip my bottom lip.

"Into the bedroom," he said. He gripped my hips and steered me towards the bedroom, pushing slightly. I didn't really need the encouragement. I made my way to the bedroom, shrugging off my T-shirt as I walked and making sure to put a little extra into my walk so he'd be focused on my ass.

It seemed to work, because Gage's arms wound around me from behind. One finger found my nipple and tugged on it, and the other slipped down inside the waistband of my sweatpants to stroke my dick.

I moaned, leaning back on him and he kissed my shoulder. "On the bed."

I made to obey, but his arms tightened around me. "You're making that a little difficult."

"Well, then, I'll punish you for it when you're all healed up." My dick throbbed and I bucked my hips against his hand.

"You're going to keep score?" The idea of it, of him remembering every little transgression and taking it out on me later on, when I wasn't injured any more. My dick throbbed at the possibilities. It made me want to misbehave, to make the inevitable punishment so much more. But of course, I hadn't misbehaved, he'd held me back.