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  Leather and Bound

  Leather and Chrome, Volume 3

  Sky McCoy

  Published by Sky McCoy, 2019.

  Leather and Bound

  By Sky McCoy

  Copyright 2019 by Sky McCoy

  Edited by Ann Attwood

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Leather and Bound (Leather and Chrome, #3)

  Copyright 2019

  Chapter 1 | Luca

  Chapter 2 | Ethan

  Chapter 3 | Luca

  Chapter 4 | Ethan

  Chapter 5 | Luca

  Chapter 6 | Ethan

  Chapter 7 | Luca

  Ethan

  About the Author

  This book is dedicated to those who love and enjoy being in love.

  Books by Sky McCoy

  Summer Heat Series

  0. Summer Heat

  2. Summer Burn

  3. Summer Fire

  3. Summer Love

  Boys with Toys Series 4 Books 1-4

  Leather and Chrome Series

  1. Leather and Chrome

  2. Leather and Cuffs

  3. Leather and Bound

  4. Leather and Bound Collar

  Boxed Sets

  1.Boys with Toys

  2. Summer Heat

  3. 5 Hot Short Reads

  Standalone Shorts

  1. From Top to Bottom

  2. Stay, Don't Go

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  When Luca met Ethan in a sleazy bar in Nevada, neither of the men knew that this chance meeting would change their lives. But one thing Luca did know for sure—the Rough Rider was the man for him.

  Will Ethan be rough enough for Luca when he puts Ethan through a test at his favorite BDSM club, Leather Bound? Or will Luca discover that love is the only thing that matters in his world of Leather?

  Copyright 2019

  Copyright © 2019 by Sky McCoy

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No reproduction of this book part or whole is permitted. This book should not be scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without the author’s permission.

  Chapter 1

  Luca

  I held Ethan’s hand tight as we rode in my limo to club Leather Bound with Ethan flexing his fingers against my palm. I could sense the tension in his body as his fingers dug into my skin.

  Turning and looking into his worried eyes, I noticed that he would blink continuously when he felt nervous. Trying to comfort Ethan, I pulled him into my arms and said in a calm voice, “Don’t worry, baby, you’re my boy now, and I’ll take care of you.”

  Ethan glanced up at me with his large startling-green eyes, “I have something to tell you, Lou.” Finally, calling me Lou. I wondered when he would stop calling me Luca. The way he’d said Lou as it rolled off his tongue, had my cock twitching.

  Showing my gratitude I said, “That’s the first time you’ve called me Lou since we parted near the Grand Canyon.” I leaned over and brushed a soft kiss over his plump pink lips. “Save it for later, baby. I want nothing to spoil this night. It’s the night you give yourself over to me. From now on, it will be just us. I told you before that I’d found the man for me, and you’ve confirmed it by coming with me tonight.”

  The limo stopped at the entrance to this castle-like house on the outskirts of San Francisco where there were more houses of this elegance and enormity, but none as stately and secluded as the one my driver pulled up in front of.

  I’d known Daniel for a long time now. He’d organized this place after we’d graduated from college. We’d searched around looking for a house that was more elegant than the biker bars we’d frequent to meet men like ourselves. And wasn’t it ironic that I would find the man of my dreams in somewhere I’d tried to run away from—a dingy bar in the middle of nowhere.

  Later when I’d hired him, we’d talk about where we could meet and enjoy ourselves with our partners and boys. Daniel took me up on my word, sent me an invitation as a lifelong member which I’d used a couple of times.

  Whenever I brought someone here I thought would be a good fit for me, they would disappoint me at every turn. It never worked out. Once the men returned to my home with me, they disappeared into the middle of the night.

  Some boys who came for the first time, stated that they were interested in this lifestyle, but I learned that was far from the truth. I thought they might have wanted to brag that they had been to Leather Bound, which happened to be an exclusive private club in the leather and biker community.

  The boys I’d brought here weren’t loyal, not even to me. It was just a way to get into Leather Bound, hunting for rich men with more money and influence than I could offer them.

  It took time to find someone like Ethan.

  I’d been reluctant to talk to any men at my company who happened to be gay. They weren’t into the Leather Daddy thing. They were invested in finding the right partners, and some wanted to settle down, marry and adopt children to complete their families, or find a willing woman who would agree to be inseminated by one or both if they wanted more children. I hadn’t thought about children, or marrying, until I met Ethan.

  The way Ethan appeared to be skittish about things, I would guess that he didn’t want marriage or children—which was fine by me. I thought getting him to agree to go with me tonight was more than I could hope for, so I wouldn’t push it.

  I’d found that a lot of men were uninformed and looked down on the BDSM lifestyle. Tonight was a “get-acquainted” night where we were to bring our boys who were novices. On this night they could talk to the more experienced boys, and decide if this was what they wanted and expected out of a relationship.

  I hadn’t thought about what I would do if at the last minute Ethan told me that he couldn’t be a part of it. Some of the Leather Daddies would bring their boys who had been into the lifestyle to help the newer ones get over their shy nature, and that was why I thought it was a good idea to bring Ethan tonight, but in his case, his nervousness was the problem.

  The more extroverted the boy, the more successful the scene, and they were the ones who would volunteer to get on the different platforms around the room. If an adventurous boy like my Ethan would agree to come here, then maybe he could be persuaded to do a scene tonight.

  I was hoping Ethan would consent. The car door opened and my driver stepped to the side.

  Standing facing Ethan, my arms around his waist, “How do you feel?”

  “I’m good. Not too nervous anymore.”

  “Good, because this is going to be a night you won’t forget.”

  Chapter 2

  E
than

  Lou may have thought that it was the club that I’d been worried about, but it wasn’t. I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him that I had found an apartment in a home with a lovely couple where I could be happy. Shouldn’t he be happy for me if he loved me? I supposed that worked both ways, but one of us had to be the grownup, and I knew it wasn’t me.

  I’m supposed to be the boy in this Daddy/boy relationship, I rationalized.

  I could tell him that he was the Daddy and I was the boy. No, that wouldn’t work either because Daddies knew what was best for their boys. I thought that was the way it worked.

  Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to live with Lou, but I didn’t want to have to move into his home until we got a chance to know each other better. Yeah, I could tell him that, but I didn’t know if he would accept it. He did say he wanted to go slow with me. It was my choice. Those were his words, not mine.

  We strolled hand and hand to the door, and when it opened, Lou stepped in front of me. A tall imposing man, slightly shorter than Lou, with a square jaw, buzz haircut, dressed in tight leather jeans, with leather straps across his chest, dressed identical to Lou, gave him a wide friendly smile.

  “Hello, Mr. Summer. Glad to see you again. Are you participating or observing?”

  Lou admitted, “We’re here to observe.” The tall man’s eyes wandered over to me, “For now.”

  Lou placed his palm behind my waist, then we strolled through the mansion with its black and white Italian-marble flooring. A sweeping carpeted staircase angled to our left and we watched men walking upstairs leading young and old men.

  I whispered to Lou, “Are the older men the Daddies?”

  “Some are.”

  I raised my eyebrow, and commented. “I thought Daddy/boy relationships meant young men as boys, and older men as Daddies.”

  “No. See you were wrong. Now you have learned that there are a number of things you don’t know. Come sit on my lap. We can observe from here. If you have any questions just whisper in my ear.”

  We watched the men as they climbed the stairs with their boys and Daddies entering their rooms, I assumed to play.

  I sat on Lou’s lap and he held me in his arms.

  “Ask me anything,” Lou said, with a bright smile. I’d never seen him this relaxed since we were together overlooking a cliff as the sun rose in the Grand Canyon.

  Lou turned to me, “Suck my nipples,” he instructed, in a commanding voice.

  “In front of everyone?” I narrowed my gaze.

  “I’ve given you a command. I don’t like my boy questioning me.”

  This came up all of a sudden and I didn’t know what had come over Lou. I wasn’t used to someone telling me what to do in a casual setting. I’d followed Lou’s commands in bed, but this was something new for me to get used to, and I’d hope he would understand.

  I looked into his eyes and it was as if he wasn’t my Lou anymore. Something had taken over him. Where was this man I’d just known for a few mornings, and fallen in love with because of his rough passionate lovemaking? Where indeed had he gone? Maybe I’d been proven right, that a month was too soon to know someone, or whether I’d want to live with him.

  A month was too soon to give your heart and soul over to anyone.

  “Ethan. This is the part where you become my submissive. I tell you what I expect from you, and you have to do what I ask. I didn’t want to have to do this, but I’m going to have to spank you.” Even that was a shock to me. “Now get up and pull down your pants and when they’re to your knees, then lie over my thighs.”

  “My briefs too?”

  “Of course.” Maybe Lou was testing me, but this was one hell of a test. Here in the open with all those men gawking at me even with my clothes on. I didn’t want to think what would happen when I was nude.

  I rose from Lou’s lap, and turned around to see others gazing at me—Daddies, I supposed, mouthing to the men eyeing me who were, I assumed, their boys.

  I began to slowly unzip my jeans, hoping Lou would tell me to stop at some point, and looking around as I brought my zipper down. My face heated, but, thank goodness, I’d worn a jock strap underneath, and not gone commando. When I glanced over to Lou he smiled at me and he palmed his length, and slid his tongue over his bottom lip.

  My exhibition had made him hard, I noticed out of the corner of my eyes as I nervously turned around, eyes fixed downward on the tiles as Lou had commanded.

  When my pants were down, I wanted to know if we had an audience. I turned my head slightly. I observed a tall strawberry-blond with a buzz cut strut over carrying his helmet in his hand, and wearing a brown leather jacket, leather pants, and leather gloves.

  He unzipped his jacket and I fixed my eyes on his hard chest, muscles to die for, I locked eyes with him standing with me, exposed, pants to my ankles. Then I heard the handsome blond say, “Nice ass. If he doesn’t behave, just send him to me, Luca. I’ll get him ready for you.” A wide smile with pampered white teeth spread over his mouth and he winked at me.

  Nervous and out of my element for sure, I quickly turned to face Lou, but he had no expression. Just a tight jaw. I narrowed my eyes and reluctantly stretched across Lou’s lap.

  Lou passed his palm over my naked ass and said, “Don’t pay attention to Daniel. He doesn’t participate. He cruises his place looking for a boy. He goes through more boys than he should. He’s very demanding. Want’s what he wants. But, you’re mine. Did you hear that, Daniel? Ethan’s mine.”

  It appeared I’d misjudged Lou. He wanted what he wanted, and that was to parade me in front of these men and show them how obedient I’d become. Well, I couldn’t change overnight. I was always passive aggressive. I knew it, but I doubted that Lou was aware of it. As soon as this night is over, I’ll tell him that I don’t want this. I can’t handle it.

  My thoughts were disturbed when Lou placed his large palm over my ass, rubbing it in such a loving way, and then he lightly hit my ass cheek, stinging first it, and then the other.

  “How are you ever going to get him to obey you with those little taps? I bet he’d obey and love it if you gave it to him hard and rough. Won’t you, boy?”

  The blond strutted in front of me as I lay sprawled across Lou’s legs as Lou sat holding me firm on a bench near the staircase. This time a crowd had gathered around us.

  Lou held me in place with his large hands as I made an attempt to sit up. I wanted to pull up my pants, because I didn’t relish a crowd gawking at my ass, and making comments. I wasn’t a public spectacle for everyone, and I thought I’d conveyed that to Lou.

  However, apparently, I hadn’t made that clear. To Lou’s credit he barked at the blond, “You should take care of your club—it looks like it’s out of control—and not worry about how I handle my boy. Don’t you have enough on your hands with the two boys you’re trying to discipline, Daniel.”

  Lou knew Daniel and they appeared to be friends, but when I glanced up at Daniel he had fixed his eyes on my ass.

  “Yeah. Whatever, Luca. But you take care. Remember what I said. I can handle that discipline problem for you.” And from where I lay, I watched Daniel saunter off, climb the stairs and disappear into one of the rooms.

  Lou helped me to my feet, helped me pull up my pants as I looked down at him while the crowd stood observing us. Lou had gotten on his knees looking up at me as if I was the Daddy, because I’d appeared to freeze from humiliation and shame.

  I guessed it was the first time they’d seen a Daddy pull up his boy’s pants as the boy stood looking down and doing nothing. Lou didn’t have to say more. It was in his eyes. He was sorry to have put me through this.

  “I think I should take you home.” There was that word again.

  “If you want to stay, then I can get a cab or Uber, Luca.”

  “You were calling me Lou and I liked that, now you’re back to calling me Luca, and I don’t like it. I’ve done something to make you turn away from me. I meant taking you to our ho
me.”

  “I still have a place. And your home is not mine,” I hissed.

  “I don’t think you’re welcome at that apartment since I threatened your apartment manager. I’ll have the movers there tomorrow to move you, but for the moment come back to my home, and let me make this up to you. I was wrong. It was your decision whether we should do the scene tonight, and with my careless behavior and eagerness at being here, I exposed you to this, and to Daniel.”

  “I’ll go back to your home, because we have to talk,” I admitted.

  Chapter 3

  Luca

  We rode to my house in silence. I didn’t know what had come over me. I shouldn’t have made a spectacle of Ethan when I saw that he was uncomfortable from the start. I’d asked Ethan if something was wrong, and he continued to deny that he was upset at what had transpired at Leather Bound.

  However, when I reached over to touch his leg, he pulled away, as if being near me had disturbed him. He twisted his body to the left, and gazed out of the window, looking into the night at the passing cars and San Francisco’s cityscape of new high rises mixed with old prewar mansions that had escaped the last earthquake.

  “What is it, Ethan? Did I do something that would make you cold toward me?” I quizzed him. I knew, but I wanted him to say what had turned him off me. I wouldn’t know exactly unless he said it out loud. I needed to hear precisely what I had done and what he had been thinking when I made him pull his pants down in front of a crowd, and spanked his beautiful, smooth, hard ass.

  Ethan turned to me, his forehead furrowed, and said, “If I have to tell you, then you don’t get it. What you did was uncalled for. Why did you have to embarrass me in front of all those men?”

  I reached for his hand and he pulled it away.

  “Answer me,” he insisted.