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Vars exhaled, massaging the pulsing place on his chest where the stone was buried. He didn’t want to give any more details, because they still made his entire body ache with disappointment and fear. He gathered his thoughts and continued. “You’re young, so maybe you don’t know, but the submissive isn’t the only side of the equation who can get hurt. If a dominant goes too far, he may hurt of kill his partner. But there are other things that might get messy or uncomfortable. Damon believed boundaries were for submissives. He never respected mine, and I ignored that. Big mistake. I’ll be far better off never seeing him again. A clean slate in a new place. So don’t tell anyone, just like I won’t say anything about your issues.”

Jake nodded, and it was nice to see color coming back to his face. If only Vars could open Jake’s brain and read from it, because the way Jake hugged himself while he listened told him nothing. Was he digesting what he’d heard? Did he get the point that Vars would be good to him? Or was he such a newbie to BDSM that he didn’t know what he wanted? Vars would be lying to himself if he claimed Jake’s inexperience didn’t turn him on.

“I’m sorry you had a shitty situation like that,” Jake said in the end.

Vars sneered, wondering if he hadn’t said too much, but he’d kept his mouth shut all this time, and hadn’t revealed much even to the man who brought him back to life. If Jake was to become his submissive—and Vars already knew he wanted that very much—he deserved honesty to understand where Vars was coming from. And maybe it would help him understand himself a little better as well?

“Well, now you know. I’m not eager to hurt anybody. I like the control. I like submission. I could ease you into it gently.”

Jake’s eyes went wider, reminding Vars of the way the boy had given in with such ease, spreading his legs, begging for cock, and never once taking his hands off the car. Like he’d been told.

“M-me?”

Heat spread in Vars’s chest. “Look, I’m not telling you to stop serving the patches, if that’s what worries you. But I don’t think they understand what you need. When I had you against the car, you were glowing. It came so naturally to you to do as I said. You had all the opportunity to leave, but you wouldn’t. You obeyed my orders, like the perfect submissive. You took everything I wanted to give with a thank-you to top it off.”

Jake took a sudden step back. Vars knew this was a bad sign, but if the boy needed his space, he’d get it after the horror he’d just been through. “I’m… I’m not usually like that. You surprised me. I was just horny.”

Three dumb excuses for what they both knew was true. Vars gritted his teeth in frustration. “I helped you out when some sort of alien goo crawled out of your mouth. I think we’re way past lying to each other at this point!”

“I won’t be crawling on my hands and knees because you say so! It was a one-time thing, man.” Jake took another step back, and the last word came as such an odd add-on to the sentence it felt like Jake desperately wanted to replace the ‘sir’ with something else.

The dismissal was a thorn in Vars’s chest. Hearing Jake plead so obediently had opened a void in Vars, a longing for something he’d been missing for a long time. With Damon, sex had been all about pain, pushing limits, and Damon calling the shots when what Vars really craved was everything Jake stood for. Obedience, dedication, and servitude.

But if Jake wanted Vars to back off, he would. Maybe it was for the better. Maybe Vars just needed a change, and maybe Jake—a complete newbie to BDSM— was not the right person to rebound with after a relationship with the worst submissive that ever lived. “Whatever. I shouldn’t have told you. Let’s go to the cellar and be done with it.”

“No!” Jake yelped, suddenly back in front of Vars. “The hell’s wrong with you?! There’s some fucking creature from the Twilight Zone living inside of me, and you wanna go down and check out where it came from? What are we? The Scooby Doo crew?”

Vars smirked, turning away from him, increasingly angry with himself. His honesty had been for nothing. If anything, it seemed to have agitated Jake further. “Thought you’re too young to know that show.”

Jake snorted. “Looks like you’re too old to know there’s a reboot. I watch it when I babysit Fox’s kids sometimes. Anyway, let’s forget any of this happened, okay?”

“Do whatever you want, if you think you don’t need my help,” Vars said, angrily raising his hands and rushing for the door. He hoped Jake wouldn’t be coming upstairs anytime soon, because he wasn’t in the mood to deal with his issues anymore.


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