with him, made him feel as though he could conquer the world. As he raced around the stage, his showmanship having improved over the course of the tour, he marveled at how taking the chance that he might, that maybe if he was lucky, he could get a job on the crew, had been the first step toward discovering his destiny.
Glitter Kink was where he belonged. But he also belonged to Zen.
Always to Zen.
Epilogue
Two weeks later: Pacific Palisades, California.
Braylin stepped out of the unbelievably awesome, glass-enclosed shower in the en suite bathroom of Zen’s master bedroom.
Wait.
Even though he’d only been fully moved in for a few days, Zen had gone out of his way to keep reminding Braylin that it was also his home now, not just Zen’s. Braylin wanted to contribute financially—which wouldn’t be an issue now that he’d received his cut of the tour money. He’d almost fallen over when he’d received the final total.
However, Zen sat him down to have a serious discussion about planning for his future. After an hour of explaining how the business side of the industry worked, when Braylin might get another influx of cash and how they wanted their dynamic to be going forward—Braylin had needed a sound spanking followed by an hour of quiet meditation.
“I’m your partner, but also your Sir. I’ve always imagined that my forever boy would be mine to take care of in all ways, including financially. But we’ll discover our vibe as we go along, work it out so we’re both getting our needs met. For now, let me take control. We’ll put the bulk of your money into savings and you do what you like with the rest.”
Yeah. Submitting had turned out to be the best idea ever. He didn’t see himself as being incapable, but loved the idea of having Zen be his rock, of knowing he could give everything to his Sir and not stress out over everything. In addition, he’d come recognize his own hidden desire to please and how much he got off on that.
Braylin snorted at his reflection. Not to mention the pain. He got off on that a lot. Now that they were off the road and had a long stretch of recovery time, Zen promised they’d take it to the next level.
Floggers. Paddles. Braylin licked his lips as his length filled. Genital whips.
Maybe they hadn’t played much on tour, but Zen had shown him a ton of quite informative sites. The best part had been Zen making him watch the action while he either blew him or gave him a hand job. Braylin had started to wonder if Zen had turned him into a sex fiend or something. But Zen was so damn hot and so fucking skilled with his mouth and hands. How could Braylin help it if he was hard for the man all the time?
Braylin finished toweling off, careful not to tangle his hair. Now that it was getting longer, it had become harder to take care of. But Zen loved it. And he had to admit, he thought it was pretty cool, too. He was glad he’d taken Zen’s advice and grown it out.
The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. One of the first things he’d discovered with Zen, or the part of Zen that was his Sir, was that closed doors weren’t allowed. Not that they had to be wide open at all times with zero privacy, but that no barriers exist between them—be they physical or mental.
As they’d gone over the rules of their Dom/sub contract, complete transparency had been one of Zen’s hard limits. Ultimately, that hadn’t been too difficult for Braylin to agree to. After all, it cut both ways.
“Hey baby.” Zen peeked around the threshold. “Feeling better?”
“Are you sure no one can see me through that window?”
One wall of the bathroom was almost all window, the glass beginning at the top of the jacuzzi tub and extending to the ceiling. The view it offered of the ocean was spectacular, but Braylin still felt so exposed. Especially since he and Zen had celebrated Braylin’s first official night of moving in with a hearty round of frottage in that very tub.
Zen was holding his stomach as he laughed. “While part of me is kinda turned on by the idea, the other part doesn’t want to share my boy.” He stepped all the way in the room then pulled Braylin closer by his nape. “You’re mine. No one else gets to see