This story is a sequel to Dominant Romance. Blaine and Jeremiah have been together for 5 years but, what happens when Kurt suddenly shows up? You do not have to read Dominant Romance first but, it is extremely helpful. Like, really helpful.

Not completely sure where I am headed but, then again, I never am. Let me know what you think and I will decide whether or not to keep going.

Rated M for gay sex, sex abuse and language.

Chapter 1

BLAINE POV

I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the clock. It was 10:17 am. Saturday morning. Jeremiah was still sleeping beside me. I studied his face. Damn, he was so beautiful. He had allowed his curly blonde hair to grown longer and his face was smooth and unblemished. This made me smile and think of my ex-boyfriend, Kurt. Kurt had a one hour facial cleansing and moisturizing routine. He would be jealous of how beautiful Jeremiah's skin was, despite the fact that he did nothing but wash his face in the shower.

I slowly rolled over to my side. Oh, how my body hurt. The soreness was still intense from last night but, I loved the feeling. Jeremiah soreness. Even after 5 years, my body still craved the intense, merciless way Jeremiah fucked me. It was always hard, intense, almost brutal. Jeremiah's appetite for me remained insatiable. Instead of waning over the years, it had grown. He couldn't get enough and I was happy to feed him. As I watched him sleeping, my heart swelled. How was it possible that I still loved him so much? Still wanted him more than anything? Needed him more than anything?

I sat up slowly, my aching body screaming in protest. As I stood up, I couldn't help but moan loudly. Jeremiah had really fucked the hell out of me last night. I hoped I could walk to the bathroom.

"Blaine? Are you okay?"

Jeremiah had woken up and was looking at me with concern.

"Of course. I'm fine. Go back to sleep. We don't have to be at the gallery until Noon. You can sleep for at least 30 more minutes."

Jeremiah gave me a sexy smile.

"30 more minutes, huh? I can think of something better to do than sleep."

Was he kidding? I could barely move as it was. He must have read my mind because he quickly clarified his thoughts.

"Oh, I won't take you again. Not until tonight anyway. I was thinking of something you could do for me."

Oh.

Absolutely.

I slowly climbed over to him and positioned myself between his legs. Jeremiah's cock was as beautiful as he was. It was long, thick and obviously in need of relief. Jeremiah laid back and laced his fingers in my hair as I took him in my mouth and slowly worked my lips up and down. I loved the taste and how he filled my mouth completely, hitting the back of my throat. I deep throated him smoothly, causing him to gasp and grip my hair harder.

"Oh…fuck, Blaine. I will never….ever…uh….get tired…of you…oh…doing this."

He became incoherent as I sped up my movements, expertly working my mouth up and down while twirling my tongue. He was screaming now. I didn't let up, bringing him to a powerful release. Oh, how I loved the taste of his cum. I never got tired of it and I couldn't get enough of it. I swallowed it all, licking him clean before I sat back to look at him. His face was flushed and he was trying to calm his breathing. He looked so damn beautiful.

"Oh, Blaine. I love you….so fucking much."

"I love you too Jeremiah."

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It was 5 years ago when I first walked into the Gap at North Hills Mall in Westerville, Ohio and laid eyes on Jeremiah Johansen. After leaving my cell phone in the store, I had come back after closing time, to find Jeremiah waiting for me. Hoping I would return. That night was the first time I fell to my knees in front of him. The blow job I gave him led to the best orgasm of his life and had brought him to tears. From that moment forward, our fate was sealed. We became lovers. I was 17 and he was 21.

Jeremiah had left for New York City in the middle of my junior year of high school to launch his career as an artist, a painter. Once I graduated, I followed him, enrolling at New York University as a business major. While I studied, Jeremiah painted and his career began to take off. The plan was for me to take over management of his career so that he could focus solely on his art.

But first, I had to fight the Carter battle.

Michael Carter was a college friend of Jeremiah's parents and a very successful entrepreneur. He had made millions on an internet online dating service he built and then sold to . He now spent his time starting businesses that would attract young people. He owned a coffee shop, a bookstore and an art gallery and he was in the process of opening a gay nightclub called Passion. Despite being in his early 50's, Carter didn't look a day over 35 and was always surrounded by 20-somethings. He collected people the way he collected art.

Carter was the person who gave Jeremiah his first big break. During a college reunion, he learned about Jeremiah's work from his parents and offered him the opportunity to come to New York. He agreed to display Jeremiah's work in his art gallery while Jeremiah worked in both the coffee shop and bookstore. He even gave Jeremiah a place to paint. Carter had been very generous and while we both appreciated all he had done, I did not trust Carter. I didn't believe for one minute that all of his generosity was due solely to his friendship with Jeremiah's parents. While he refused to clarify his sexuality, I was certain he was either gay or bi. I would often catch him staring at Jeremiah, with unmistakable lust, undressing him with his eyes. Plus, he had propositioned me once for oral sex despite knowing I was loyal to Jeremiah. I never told Jeremiah about the proposition or expressed my concerns. I didn't want to upset him. He loved Carter and felt extremely grateful for all of his help. I kept my reservations to myself and Carter and I steered clear of one another but, things were starting to get tense.

While Carter had been busy launching his nightclub, I had quietly started making moves to take over the management of Jeremiah's career. I was starting to connect with people in the industry and they were starting to recognize me as the representative of Jeremiah's work. Jeremiah's paintings were still hanging in Carter's gallery and he certainly had more connections than I did but, I was working hard to catch up, and Carter did not appreciate the competition. My goal was to break Jeremiah free from Carter's grip by the end of the year. I didn't trust him. And, I didn't like him.