Hesitant Heart (The Hampton Road Club 1)
M/M BDSM Historical (1920’s)
Sam is a naïve young man who arrives in Hollywood to escape his brutal father. When the older, sophisticated Aaron rescues him, Sam discovers what it means to fully surrender himself to another.
Eighteen year-old Sam Cunningham is used to living with lots of secrets. He’s had to hide his true nature his entire life or else incur the wrath of his strict and abusive father. When he’s faced with a horrible ultimatum, he flees to Hollywood where he hopes he can escape the fate his father has planned for him.
Aaron Rubenstein is a wealthy and sophisticated man who loses himself in painting portraits of bound men to help stave off his loneliness and despair. Unable to find a lasting connection with anyone, he’s had to resort to paying lovers not only for their affections, but to be allowed to indulge in his darker passions. Aaron’s only respite is his nights at the Hampton Road sadomasochism club where he’s a respected Dominant.
Naïve and inexperienced in the ways men can please one another, Sam takes a job at a bathhouse where he first glimpses a beautiful older man. Aaron notices the sweet towel boy watching him with interest every time he patronizes the Temple of Eros bathhouse. A traumatic incident for the innocent towel boy triggers Aaron’s protective tendencies and he’s compelled to rescue the gentle Sam from the clutches of the Temple’s manager.
They embark on a journey together that teaches them both things about themselves that they never knew. As their bond deepens and Sam is trained for his first night at the Hampton Road Club, an unknown danger lurks. Will Sam’s father find him and destroy both men’s chance for true happiness together? Or will Aaron protect his boy and keep him for always?
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of branding.
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Some muffled voices and rattling woke him up. It took a moment for him to realize where he was. Then he remembered the hotel and figured it must have been other guests and that maybe the room service cart had also been rolling by. He was very hot and couldn’t move.
His beautiful man had come back for him and had held him all night. It was a miracle and he was filled with joy. Then he noticed something else. There was something hard pressed to his ass. He wriggled against it but froze when he understood what it was.
Aaron stirred then tightened his arms around him.
“Good morning, little Sam.”
“Good morning.” He was back to chewing again, but it couldn’t be helped. There was too much happening. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
Aaron made a snorting sound, almost as if he were trying not to laugh. “No Sam. I’m not going to fuck you now.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Oh dear Lord.”
Aaron unwrapped himself from Sam and for a moment, Sam thought he might leave again.
“Are you going?” He hadn’t been able to prevent the edge of desperation in his voice.
Already out of bed and standing, Aaron peered down at Sam.
“What did I tell you last night?”
Sam’s cheeks heated. “That you weren’t leaving.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” His voice had been very small.
He stroked Sam’s head a few times. Aaron had taken on the soothing tone that he’d used the day before when Sam had fainted. He loved it when Aaron talked like that.
“You won’t ever have to worry about me leaving. It’s me that’s more worried about you staying, but we’ll talk about all of that later on today.”
“I’ll always stay with you. I told you that yesterday too.”
Aaron arched his eyebrows as if in surprise. “I like hearing that conviction in your voice, the surety. But we have much to discuss before you can say that for sure.”
Sam squirmed, frustrated by the way Aaron spoke to him.
“I also told you that I’m an adult. I know what I mean, how I feel.” He’d shocked himself with his forceful tone.
There was that twinkle in Aaron’s eye as he kept an even expression. “Of course you are. I’m not bringing that into question. But you’re going to learn a lot about me today, little Sam—things you know nothing of. In addition, I will demand complete obedience to me in exchange for assuming all of your care, both emotional and physical. You will be mine. We will go into the specifics of what that means later on as well.”
“Is that the control thing you told me about?”
“Yes, it is.”
“But you’re still going to fuck me, right?”
He’d never said that word before—let alone several times in a row—but since it seemed as though the men in Hollywood used it a lot, he thought it might make him seem more grown up. Aaron held the back of his hand against his lips, his eyes crinkling. At last he let his hand fall away and he took a deep breath.
“Don’t fret, little Sam. You will be fucked. But I won’t promise it will happen today. I need to find out more about my sweet boy first.”
Sam grinned, his face flushed only from happiness, not from embarrassment. Aaron wanted him, had said he was his. He still wasn’t completely sure what the whole thing about fucking was as he’d only heard about boys doing it with girls. Since he didn’t have the hole that babies came out of, he would have to wait and ask Aaron if what Louis had said was true. When Louis had told Sam that men used other men’s backside for that, it had seemed very strange. But he trusted Aaron, and Aaron would tell him the truth.
Aaron smiled back at him and Sam couldn’t help himself. He jumped from the bed then ran over to him, throwing himself into Aaron’s arms.
“Ah, sweet little Sam. Let’s get showered and dressed, then we can get some breakfast before I take you home.”
Sam looked up from where he’d had his face buried in the dark curls on Aaron’s bare chest.
“Home?” He held his breath in anticipation.
Gazing down on him with a warm smile, Aaron stroked his head again.