The bittersweet tale of Bear and his Boy -- a BDSM Dom and his fledgling Sub -- who live “the life” in west central New Jersey, just north of Trenton. Donald K. Drummond is the Master of all he surveys -- a legend in commercial real estate in New Jersey by day and by night a Master Dom at the gay BDSM club, Indiscreet. What he couldn't find was a boy to call his own. That all changed when a nerd with taped glasses and worn Dockers barged into his office spilling his bottle of 1985 Bourdeau over his priceless Persian carpet. Brian Murphy came with a host of troubles, the least of which was his grasping aunt, his invalid mother, and his rather tenuous position in Donald's mail room. Can a Dom with issues of his own come to train and trust a needy boy from his own mailroom? It's all A Matter of Trust.

A Matter of Trust

“Yes, Mr. Drummond, but only a moment,” Greg Harris answered as he left the room.


“Brian, did you think to ask meif I thought you would be a burden? I don’t think you comprehend what happened to me this afternoon, baby.”


Bear Drummond stood at the door of the room with his hands in his pockets. He looked tired and the lines on his forehead and around his mouth stood out prominently against his tanned skin.


The man who only this afternoon looked like he stepped out of an ad in GQ, was rumpled, his hair uncombed, his tie askew and his face ashen under the tan. The green eyes were tired and desolate. Brian shuddered. He caused this. He turned away.


“Look at me,” Bear commanded. Brian reluctantly opened his eyes as Bear walked toward him. “You weren’t the only man who plunged down the rabbit hole this morning. I went down as soon as I laid eyes on your beautiful face. After lunch, I knew.”


“Knew what, Mr. Drummond?” Brian asked in a soft, barely audible tone.


Chapter 35