Free Sold by Sean Michael Page A

brie sandwiches.
    Adam’s fingers were shaking as he took the sandwich, and he ate a tentative bite. Matt put a hand on Adam’s leg, squeezed.
    “It’s good.” Adam ate another bite.
    “I have a feeling you’d be happy with cardboard right now.” His poor Adam was practically starving.
    Adam shrugged. “You have to be empty, I think, to do my job.”
    “While you’re doing the job. Not while you’re at home. Not while you’re mine.”
    “No. Not while I’m yours.”
    “That’s right.” He reached across and stroked Adam’s cheek. Adam’s eyes closed, the sandwich landing back on the plate. “Have another bite.” Food first, making love second.
    “Maybe. You’re better than the food.”
    He beamed at Adam. “Still, a couple more bites, okay?”
    “A couple.” Adam didn’t move.
    “Yes.” He took the hand holding the sandwich and moved it up toward Adam’s mouth.
    Adam took another bite, eating slowly. Matt watched every movement, eyes on his lover.
    “Am I keeping you from work?”
    “No.” He had a few calls to make, but it wouldn’t be a problem.
    “No?” He got a quick, playful wink. “Me either.”
    That made him chuckle, and he leaned in to steal a quick kiss. Adam kissed him back, opened to him.
    He pulled back, smiling. “One more bite.” Then Adam could have more later.
    “One more.” Adam took a bite, groaned over the sandwich.
    “It’s good, isn’t it? You’ll have the rest in a bit.” He was going to make sure Adam ate more than enough over the next week.
    “It is good. You should have some.”
    “I’ll have my sandwich if you’ll keep eating while I do.”
    “I’m filling up, but I’ll have a few more bites.”
    “Good.” He ate his own sandwich, taking his time so Adam had more to eat as well. The green tea latte didn’t taste anything like tea or coffee, but was good.
    Adam ate about half his sandwich, drank his entire latte with a sigh.
    “Feeling better for that?”
    “Yes. Yesterday was hard.”
    “I imagine the whole week was hard. You need to spread out the days you work.” He put his fingers across Adam’s mouth. “No, we won’t talk about this now. We have all week, and our first few days are for healing, loving.”
    Adam moaned, nodded for him, eyes on his. He leaned in and brought their mouths together, his lips soft against Adam’s. His. His lovely man. He smiled, addicted to the look of Adam’s skin in the sunlight. He shifted them, careful to make sure Adam didn’t go down onto his back as they stretched out on the bed. He pressed against Adam’s body, his cock sliding on the silky smooth belly.
    “Mmm. You’re warm.” Adam’s hand slid up and down his spine.
    He smiled and pressed kisses over Adam’s face: forehead, cheeks, chin, all of him. Adam’s cock began to fill again, slowly, responding to him. He found the pretty nipples and stroked them, urging them to hardness as well. He wanted rings in them, delicate ones that he could decorate.
    “You’re a beautiful canvas, Adam. So lovely.” He got a soft chuckle in response, gentle and sweet. “I’m going to paint you as I want, too. Your skin, your body. Make it all mine.”
    Those eyes went wide again, searching his.
    “I’m serious, Adam. You’re mine. Everyone should know you have someone who cares.”
    Adam groaned. “I don’t know... The Doms don’t want me to be anything; they want me to be everything. Nothing.”
    “Too bad for them. You’re mine. If I can put up with you doing scenes with them, they can put up with the fact that you have a Master.” There was only so much he was willing to concede.
    He loved how Adam’s face changed every time he said something like that. It spoke to something deep inside him.
    “We can go get that guiche this week. Once your back has healed a little bit.”
    “Master?” Adam took his hand. “You’ll talk to Oliver?”
    “About what, lovely?”
    “You. Me. The work?”
    “Of course. But you can still