The Art of Breaking - Part 30

Master Nikolas used a key to unlock a door and didn’t release his powerful hold on Kyler till he was set down on what was clearly a spanking bench. 

The moment the door closed to the playroom Kyler glanced over toward Nikolas. “He was acting like a total ass, Master Nikolas.”

Nikolas looked at him then, eyes betraying the calm exterior. “He was trying to get attention,” Nikolas pointed out.

Kyler nodded. “More than just a little.”

“His need to be seen and heard makes him resort to doing stupid things.”

“How about you, Master Nikolas? Is there something you have that needs attention?”

“Stevie had no right to go throwing some of what he did in your face.”

Another question ignored? Did he do it on purpose or was it a case of selective hearing. Kyler was getting irked by it.

His gaze went back to Nikolas. Kyler raised a single eyebrow, listening. Damn, he thought. This incredible, sculpted man was actually defending him and standing up for him? That, in and of itself, told him a lot. Please don't let me be wrong. Strike three and it’s over. For good this time! He'll have nightmares every night instead of every other.

“I can’t expect him to respect me just because of whom I am in this club, and he’s not a true sub. He’s employed by Master D to run administration side of things.” Nikolas cleared his throat, moving a little closer to Kyler. “Boy…if you don’t stop looking at me like that…”

Kyler couldn’t tear his gaze away from Nikolas’s to-die-for green eyes. “Like what?”

Those eyes flickered over his smaller, slim frame, followed his every move, gesture, facial expression. Shifting his gaze, adverting them to Nikolas’s eyes that, although they gave him a dark intense stare, wasn’t condemning or judgmental. “I can’t help it. I love your eyes, precious.” It showed a side of him that Kyler was sure didn’t come to the forefront easily.

Nikolas’s hand cupped the back of Kyler’s neck, his mouth looking about to take a kiss. Oh my God, this is it! He’s going to kiss me?

The Art of Breaking - Part 29

Looking around Nikolas, the heavy footsteps had signaled the approach of the big man; Kyler tried holding back a snicker. Stevie didn’t say a word as Master Van handcuffed his wrists and hauled him off his feet, “I’ll take this wee troublemaker off yer hands, Nik.” He winked, throwing Stevie over his shoulder.

“Where are we going?” Stevie squeaked, but Master Van wasn’t listening or appeared not to be.

Stevie began squirming. 

“I’ll deal with ye in a minute, aye. Looks like you me l’il pet be needin’ a good ole fashioned spankin’.” Master Van man growled at him, “Now, be still, lad!” and rewarded Stevie with one large handed swat on his behind, which Stevie groaned at this time.

            “You cannot do this!” Stevie cried out, earning him another stinging slap. “Oh God, oh God, oh God! I think I’m going to Heaven.”

“I’ll be yer god a’right.” Master Van sighed deeply, “See you later, Nik.” 

An arm wrapped around Kyler’s waist, half lifting him off the ground and scooped him into Nikolas’ arms, then carried through the crowd. “Oh, oh, I guess it’s my turn,” slinging his arms around the master’s neck. Everyone was staring at them, but no one approached. None dared.

As they trudged on, Kyler contemplated struggling against the Dom’s arm around his waist, but it would have been useless and it just felt too good. The hold felt safe. Kyler had never felt that before while in the care of any of his past masters. A multitude of faces blurred passed him, either looking at them with open contempt from the subs that stood alone or with outright amusement from those who had a Master to be proud to serve. Most gave them a wide path. 

Kyler tried to keep his eyes down as he reflected on what just happened between him and Nikolas. He was disappointed in himself for feeding into that queen’s verbal attack. Kyler was sure that sexy Master Nikolas wanted; no he needed what Kyler had to offer, but not so much after that bitch Stevie.  Why did it bother him so much that his childish antics might have blown his chances? “Where are you taking me?” he demanded, which earned him a simple grunt.

The Art of Breaking - Part 28

Nikolas’s eyes cut across the short distance to the sub, making the noise in the club disappear for one heated moment. He allowed his gaze to wander over Kyler, observing with clear intensity this new information, forcing himself to stay put, now determined not to follow his intentions tonight. If Kyler turned out to be just a sub for the duration of a few hours, he would find a way to survive it.

He always had.

Although Nikolas suspected it would be easier to get through the evening if he’d just went home, but there was something about Kyler that intrigued Nikolas, and that alone made him want to get to know the younger man better. Kyler had the quirky personality, the snarky remarks, and the looks to spin more than just his head. He’d already noticed a few of the other Doms looking Kyler’s way. He gave him credit where credit was due... Kyler wasn’t fake. He seemed natural and genuine, and now Nikolas found himself wanting more, and oddly enough he liked it. 

Not mistaking the look in his eyes; the way he looked at him, his body flexed hard in response, his thinning control nearly unraveled. He liked every damned thing about Kyler, but one. There is one thing he’d like from a sub….only one. “I can’t offer you more than that.” Meeting Kyler had lit a fire inside him in more ways than one. He leaned closer as he spoke in soft, serious tones. “For an hour or two, since that’s about all we have.” 

Clearing his throat, one crooked finger above his head beckoned to a man just as tall yet larger in build than Nikolas himself, to make his way over to them. Caution kept Nikolas where he stood between the two younger men, who continuously shot looks of contempt toward each other. The hostility was obvious between them, evident in their facial expressions and the tension in their postures. Nikolas kept in check his amusement at the situation by schooling his sharply sculpted face, still full of hard angles. Relief came only by the soft fullness of his mouth lifting up at one corner in a coy grin as Master Van approached through the crowd, parting the patrons easily as he made a beeline towards them.

The Art of Breaking - Part 27

“Oh poo. I did, sugar, but a girl can hope that it was for us you booked the room for and not some other sssub.” The heavy sigh coming out was overly dramatic as arms were detangled from a choking grip cutting off the ability to even swallow. “Anyhow, sweetness, the room isn’t taken if you’d like to dump your little rock star wannabe and make use of it with little ole me.”

Kyler put his warm hand on Nikolas’s and his whole arm tingled. He leaned toward him. “Master Nikolas, can we please leave now?”

Stevie cocked a brow. “We? He’s not going anywhere with you. Isn’t it past your curfew? Now run along home to mommy and daddy.”  

The piercing shrill of that one word ‘we’ made Nikolas cringe. Looking down from the hand on his up to the handsome face that, if he didn’t know better smiled mischievously, eyes heavy lidded with guy-liner and with those long black lashes that every woman would be envious of, remained focused squarely on Stevie.

“Yes, we. What didn’t you understand, dip-shit?”

Stevie gasped in outrage “What would he want with an Emo freak?”

“More than he would with a drama Queen!” Kyler smirked. He’d win this little match against this insufferable diva.

When he looked over his shoulder, Nikolas wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the contempt in Stevie’s eyes as he was not paying attention to him per say, but summing up Kyler instead. Kyler didn’t seem amused by this abrupt interruption either, but he was enjoying the whose dick was bigger contest.

Stevie narrowed his eyes dramatically and said in a loud screech. “Oh no you didn’t, you little bitch!”

Kyler spat. “You’re nothing but a skanky little biatch…Let’s get one thing clear…HE doesn’t need you since WE are taking the room.”

Their eyes were shooting daggers at each other and Nikolas started getting uncomfortably caught in the crossfire of this pissing contest. This was going to turn really bad and ugly. Nothing good could come of this.

Stevie looked at Nikolas expectantly. “You can’t talk to me that way. Can he, Master Nikolas cause…”

“I can because out of us two at least I know how to apply eye makeup” Kyler cut into the rest of what Stevie wanted to say, abruptly.

“That’s enough!” Nikolas intervened. “Do I have to put you both in a corner?” His voice vibrated his strength and power, halting all commotion, all demonstrations, and all conversation. Even the music was lowered in volume. 

“Stevie, not another word out of you is that clear?” Snippets of hushed conversation around them drowned out his thoughts. His eyebrows knit together in an intimidating furrow making no attempt to look charming as Nikolas made his own personal assessment of the situation. “Same goes to you, Kyler.”

“But, he started it,” Kyler said as Nikolas continued to scowl.

“Kyler!” One eyebrow raised, Nikolas gave the man a censured, stern look from his vibrant green eyes.

Kyler’s eyes remained on Nikolas's face for a moment, and then they moved slowly down over his body and back again. "Ok, Master Nikolas, but as long we’re…you're here, as long as you remain here, you're the only one I want. Please." Determined brown eyes locked with green ones with a mixture of uncertainty and what looked like hope.