SE Jakes Bound By Honor by SE Jakes Read Free Book Online

Domming because he couldn’t hang on to his
    boys.
    But I can—and I wil . Now get the hel out of my room.” At Joe’s unrelenting stance, Tanner’s stomach lurched.
    Damon had no real ties to him. There was no reason for him to start a fight when he could walk away.
    And if Damon couldn’t get him out of this…
    Tanner began to struggle against the bonds again, heard the bed creak and the binds bit his wrists. He didn’t care—
    agitation made his throat tighten…until he felt a hand on the middle of his back.
    “I’ve got you, sweet boy.” Damon’s voice was husky. Kinder than it had been moments earlier.
    Save me, Damon.
    He just didn’t realize he’d said it out loud.

Chapter Four
    When Damon had stormed his way into the Underground’s private rooms and bribed his way into Joe and Hunt’s
    room, he hadn’t expected to discover Tanner tied up, spread-eagle on his stomach. The sight of the boy, bound with
    locked, heavy leather cuffs strung together with heavier chains, legs spread on the king-sized bed, so vulnerable and so
    fucking hot, took his breath away at first.
    Tanner’s skin was golden. Smooth, with hard muscles, his ass spread…although, at the moment, he was nowhere
    close to wil ing.
    He could bury his face in that ass, eat it until the boy screamed with pleasure…but he’d already taken the boy publicly
    and that had gone poorly, and the sight of Tanner struggling against the bonds broke his heart. He rubbed Tanner’s back
    to calm him and it worked momentarily, but he could understand the boy’s panic.
    This was a back room meant for play. Beyond the bed, there was the swing suspended from the ceiling, a wal lined
    with different floggers. Dildos and plugs, presumably from Joe’s private col ection, and no doubt Joe planned on using
    them inside Tanner tonight.
    Damon knew that getting into a pissing match with Joe and Hunt wa s never a good idea. Jo e ha d always been an
    asshole, wanting Damon’s status but unwil ing to extricate himself from the military in order to do so. He’d been with Hunt
    for years, the two men picking up boys and fucking them on a regular basis until they broke them.
    Getting Tanner out of here in his condition, unscathed, could require a major ass-kicking. Damon was more than wil
    ing t o d o so , especial y after h e realized that Tanner ha d i n fact been drugged a s L C ha d suspected, judging b y his
    sluggishness and the size of his pupils. And Joe eyed him as Damon continued to stroke Tanner’s back. “Thought you
    were in mourning?”
    “You shouldn’t think. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
    Joe lunged and Damon stood to greet the gesture, taking his hand from Tanner’s back momentarily.
    “This is my room,” Joe said with a snarl.
    “With my boy. And you don’t own the club.”
    Joe took a step back, crossed his arms, stood over Tanner proprietarily. “If he’s yours, then prove it.”
    Damon bent to place a hand on Tanner’s neck since the boy’s breathing had become harsh again. “I don’t take
    orders from you, Joe. You can see how he responds to me.”
    Tanner did respond as if he’d been Damon’s forever—that was obvious to al of them. Damon watched Tanner’s back
    rise and fal unevenly, smel ed the fear and arousal mixing.
    To Joe, that fear was intoxicating. “Maybe the four of us could work something out.”
    Damon would need to diffuse this situation quickly. “I need to speak to my boy alone for a moment—
    can you give us some privacy?”
    Joe looked disgruntled, but he motioned for Hunt to fol ow him into the large bathroom. “You’ve got until Hunt makes
    me come.”
    When the bathroom door closed, leaving the two men alone, Damon knelt by the side of the bed and forced Tanner to
    look at him.
    “You’re here—drunk. Vulnerable. You let them drug you. You let your guard down, Tanner. Why is that?” Damon knew
    why
    —it was his fault. He’d stirred something inside Tanner that made al of this come