Playing with Fire

by K. C. Wells

  I gazed down at him. “Were you worried?” He fell silent, and I stroked his cheek. “Tell me the truth.”

  “A little. I mean, I know you said I was your boy, but then I knew he was your ex, and turning up like that…” His brow smoothed out. “You wanna know when I stopped worrying? When you fucked me raw. That said… fuck, that said so much.”

  “Which was exactly what I intended. I wanted you to have no doubts. And that leads us neatly to our discussion… what happens next.” I smiled. “This is the part where you tell me what you want out of this, where you want this to go. It’s not me doing all the talking. There are two people in this room.”

  Christ, it was like he’d become a statue.

  “Pete?” I cupped his chin, staring into his eyes.

  Finally, he let out a sigh. “It’s not that I don’t know what I want. It’s just that I’m…”

  Then I got it. “You’re scared to tell me.” When he nodded, I closed my eyes. Not exactly what I’d hoped for.

  “Sir?” His fingers met mine in a tentative gesture. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Pete took a deep breath. “I want to be your boy. One thing I’ve learned since we started this, is that I want to submit to you. Everything we’ve done so far has been… awesome. But…”

  “But?”

  His gaze locked on mine, and he swallowed. “I want more than that. I don’t want to come over to your place for a session in your basement or your bedroom, then come back here and get on with my life, waiting for the next time. I want to be a part of your life.” He didn’t break eye contact. “I want to wake up in the morning either at your side or on the floor beside your bed, depending on what we’re doing. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying I wanna be your sub 24/7. I’m not looking for a full-time Master. I don’t think I could do that.”

  I certainly didn’t want that. “Let me see if I’ve got this right.” God, I hoped I had, because this was fast becoming the best day of my life in a long, long while. “You’re saying you want to be my partner, sharing my life, but not losing what we have together. You’re telling me you want it all—a Master and a lover.”

  Pete’s breathing hitched, and a tremor rippled through him. “Yes,” he whispered.

  I bit my lip. “You don’t want much, do ya? Anyone ever tell you what a greedy boy you are?” His eyes widened, and I couldn’t torment him a moment longer. “Then I guess that makes me just as greedy, because I want it all too.” I brushed my fingertips over the face I’d come to know so well. “I’d decided to ask you to move in with me. I was gonna broach the subject when we got back after the party, but then things went a little… astray.” I gave him a rueful smile. “Best laid plans, huh?”

  Pete was breathing a bit faster. “Move… move in with you?”

  “Well, not tonight,” I joked. “But yeah, when you feel you’re ready for that, we can talk about it.” I held my arms wide. “Come up here, boy.”

  In a couple of heartbeats, I had my arms full of a warm, gorgeous man who straddled me, his arms around my neck, his lips fused to mine, and they were the sweetest kisses ever. I couldn’t stop touching him, stroking his back and arms, reassuring myself this was real.

  When we parted, I met his gaze again. “Boy,” I said softly. When I knew he was focused on me, I smiled. “Just so you know, I will always be your Master. I may turn it down a bit, but that part of me doesn’t go away. So if we’re doing this, you have to know that going in.”

  Pete nodded. “I understand… Sir.”

  “But no, it won’t be 24/7. I don’t want that either,” I assured him. “Besides,” I added, “we have a lot of things to discover together. I still have your list, remember?”

  “List?” Pete frowned, before staring at me with wide eyes. “Oh God. That list.”

  I grinned. This was going to be so much fun. But that was for another day. I was wrung out, and the prospect of sleeping with Pete in my arms was a welcome one. “We’re not talking about that now. Bed. We can talk in the morning, especially if you still intend taking the day off and spending it with me.”

  “That sounds great.”

  “Then get off me, so we can go get in bed.”

  Pete clambered off my lap, and waited beside the couch while I got to my feet. Once he’d bolted the door, we went into his bedroom and closed the door. There’d be much to discuss, but it would wait until morning.

  I had other plans for what was left of the night.

  ~ 0 ~

  This had to be a dream.

  I was in my bed, but so was Damon, his body curved around my back, his hands warm as they rubbed my belly and chest, his breath stirring the hair on the back of my neck. We’d lain in silence for about ten minutes, and that was just fine by me. I was happy to soak it up, let it all sink in. The fact that neither of us felt the need to talk told me so much. Sleep wasn’t an option right then. The lamplight flooded my room with warmth.

  “I’m sorry.” Damon kissed my shoulder.

  “What on earth for?” I was genuinely puzzled.

  “The way I spoke to you earlier. I just wanted you away from there so I could find out what was going on. And he didn’t deserve to know how important you are to me, so I kept things low key.”

  I’d promised myself I wasn’t gonna mention it, but since he’d been the one to bring it up, I grabbed hold of my courage. “Okay, I get that, but just so you know? That fucking hurt.”

  He stiffened against me, then relaxed. “I deserve that. I should’ve explained things before I asked you to go, but to be honest, seeing him there…”

  I covered his hand with mine. “I guess it was a shock after all this time. I’d probably have reacted the same way.” Probably. I rolled over to face him, resting my head on my arm. “Can we talk about him now?” I didn’t want to push it, and if he told me it was none of my business, then fine. But I wanted to know. This was someone who’d obviously mattered to him.

  Damon cupped my cheek. “There’s not much to say. Whatever his reasons for coming to see me, they had two results. I finally got the answers I’d been looking for that allowed me to close the door on that chapter of my life for good. And you know what they say. When one door closes… Now I get to open a new door to a new chapter. With you.”

  “He hurt you,” I blurted out. I’d seen it, etched on Damon’s face, there in his eyes.

  Damon sighed. “Only when I realized he never loved me, not like I’d loved him. And I’m only telling you this because I don’t want any secrets between us. You need to know you can ask me anything, okay?” He smiled. “You also need to know what you’re letting yourself in for.”

  I stroked the broad, fuzzy chest I knew so well, loving how he shivered when I brushed over his nipples. “We’re gonna have rules, right? For when we play?”

  He nodded. “But you have to understand that sometimes the rules will bleed into our daily life. Like I said, I can’t switch it off.”

  “I’m fine with that,” I answered truthfully. If I was honest, it was what I’d always wanted. “There is one thing I’d like to mention… seeing as you said I can ask for anything.”

  He snickered. “I already know what you want, boy. You haven’t exactly been subtle about it.” He trailed a hand down my hip, then caressed my ass. “And we’re gonna work up to that, I promise.”

  For a moment I was lost. Then it came to me. His hand…. Oh fuck.

  I couldn’t help my reaction. I shuddered, and Damon pulled me to him.

  “Not now,” he said gently. “That kind of conversation is for daylight hours, when we’re both thinking clearly.”

  “And it wasn’t what I was thinking about,” I confessed. When he gave me an inquiring glance, I smiled. “I want what we had the night of your mom’s party.”

  His brow furrowed. “And what was that?”

  “You, making love to me.” God, I wanted that so badly.

  Damon’s frown disappeared, and his smile reached his eyes. “You read my mind.” He pushed me
firmly onto my back and rolled on top of me, his arms bracketing my head. Fuck, I loved that feeling of being pinned to the mattress by his weight, of being able to wrap my legs around him, hook my arms around his neck, and hold on to him while he rocked us both to a climax. I’d missed the intimacy of that connection. Being tied to his St. Andrew’s Cross, in a sling, whatever… yeah, those were times that still sent a shiver down my spine, fulfilling a part of me I’d always known was there, but when we were like this, as lovers…

  It was like there were two halves to my soul, and Damon fit them both to perfection. Yeah, I know that sounded corny as hell, but it was my fucking truth, and I didn’t give a rat’s ass who knew it.

  I was his, finally, totally, his, and I couldn’t have been happier.

  ~ 0 ~

  I gazed down at Pete, his calves resting on my shoulders as I guided my slick cock to his hole, his hand gently pulling on his swollen dick. I pushed against the lubed ring of muscle, not enough to penetrate it. “Whose hole is this?” I asked softly, my gaze locked on his.

  “Yours.” His chest rose and fell, and I was aware of his scent, a musky fragrance that made my shaft like iron.

  I nodded, rubbing the head over his pucker, teasing it. Pete moaned quietly, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to bust a nut. “Hold onto it as long as you can.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Says you who’s already cum how many times today?”

  I grinned. “Says the man who can change his mind and put you in chastity if he feels so inclined.”

  His eyes widened. “You wouldn’t. Wait, what am I saying? Of course you would.”

  I pushed a little harder, feeling the ring give way a little. I wasn’t about to tease him any longer. He’d taken my dick earlier like a champ with no lube, albeit with an already slick hole, and hadn’t asked once if he could cum.

  That deserved a reward.

  I hooked my arms under his knees and leaned over, pushing his legs to his chest as I slid into him, taking my time, catching my breath at the exquisite sensation that never failed to stir me. When I was fully seated, I paused, our mouths inches apart. “Love you, boy.”

  I wasn’t sure whether his long, drawn-out sigh was a result of my dick stretching him, or my declaration. I had a feeling it was even money. I kissed him, all the while leisurely stroking my cock in and out of his hole, his dick hot against my belly.

  “Love you, sir,” he whispered, before grabbing his knees so I could sit up and establish a rhythm, an unhurried rocking that would bring us both to where we wanted to be.

  Sticky, cum-covered heaven, followed by a night of restful sleep.

  The first night of many.

  Take My Hand

  December

  “So, this is a Christmas party we’re going to?” I asked as I watched myself squirm into the tight leather pants Damon had gotten me the previous week. “Are we talking garlands and Christmas trees?” I had a feeling it wasn’t that kind of party.

  “Hardly. It just happens to take place during the holidays. And no garlands, no trees, just lots of black vinyl, a sling, and a truckload of lube and condoms. Kind of a ‘bring your own toys’ deal.” Damon walked up behind me and slid his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck. “I’m gonna show off my boy.”

  “You’re trying to distract me,” I said accusingly, glaring at the mirror. Not that I minded in the slightest. Kissing me there always revved up my engine.

  “Guilty. I don’t want you dwelling on it right now.” I shivered, and he tightened his arms around me. “You remember what I said? You can say—”

  “I’m not gonna change my mind,” I insisted. I’d fantasized about this for long enough, I was more than ready for the reality. “Besides, we’ve been working toward this for months.” The long build-up, the dildos, the talking… All of it had only increased my longing. The fact that Damon had done this before eased a lot of my early anxiety, when he told me we were really going to do this.

  Making me wait until December was the tortuous part.

  Damon stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Sit with me for a moment.”

  I knew what that meant. I waited until he was on the bed, pillows supporting him, his legs spread wide for me to sit there with my back to him. I leaned against him, his arms around me, and that was so much better. This was my safe place, where both of us felt free to share whatever was on our minds.

  Damon kissed my temple. “I know you can take that mammoth of a dildo, but we both know me pushing my hand inside you is not the same thing. It’s not just something else to fuck you with.”

  “I know that,” I said quietly. “I remember what you said. This is as connected as it gets.” My own feelings had changed. When he’d first mentioned fisting me, back in the summer, all I could think of was how fucking hot that sounded. But now? This was more about us connecting on another level, one that required ultimate trust and intimacy. I knew he’d be watching out for me every fucking second, to make sure he didn’t hurt me, and to see I got the most out of the act. I loved that it wasn’t just me who wanted this: Damon couldn’t wait either.

  “Did you do what I said?”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.” I’d spent an hour that morning, sitting quietly, mentally preparing myself. I’d pictured myself being stretched by Damon’s large hand, pictured his eyes focused on me while he stilled his hand inside me. That had been enough to give me a hard on. As the day progressed, I kept a tight hold on those feelings of desire and longing.

  I was glad he didn’t ask me if my ass was ready for him. It was bad enough going through an enema without having to talk—or even think—about it afterward. And talking about cleaning out your ass? Number one mood killer right there.

  “Ready to go?” Damon kissed my head.

  I twisted my neck to stare at him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  He chuckled. “Like you’d let me.” I scrambled off the bed and hurried over to the dresser beside the mirror. Damon followed, laughing quietly. A moment later he was fastening my collar around my neck. That never failed to give me a thrill. My collar. It wasn’t the leather one I’d worn to the Folsom party. This was more like a heavy chain with a padlock, and I loved wearing it. He always joked I was like a little kid, putting it on the minute I got home from work. He could laugh all he wanted—it was mine, bought for me, and my proof right fucking there that I was his. This would be the first time he was going to take me to a sex party wearing it. We hadn’t been to one since Folsom, and I couldn’t wait. That had been amazing.

  This one promised to be off the charts.

  “Better?” Damon’s gaze met mine in the mirror.

  “Better.” Wearing his collar so all his friends knew I was his?

  Totally hot.

  ~ 0 ~

  “Is that wise? Leaving Pete alone with Ray?” Jake chuckled. “Then again, if anyone can tell him what to expect, it’s Ray.”

  He had a point. Ray was an expert when it came to fisting. I gazed across the room to where Ray and Pete sat on the floor in a corner, talking quietly. “In which case, we’ll let them talk.” All around them, the party was in full swing. RD seemed to have invited more guys than last time, and already the air was filled with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, paddles swooshing to connect with asses, and the grunts and groans of guys getting fucked.

  I chuckled. Pete and Ray carried on talking, oblivious to it all, which made for an incongruous sight. “You’d think they were having a chat over a coffee, to look at them.” I was glad Pete was making friends. I played a lot with this bunch, and I wanted him to feel comfortable.

  Not that I’d played recently. Real life had intruded, but in the best way.

  “We were beginning to wonder if something had happened. It’s been a while since we’ve seen you at one of these shindigs. I think Folsom was the last.” Jake grinned. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed his collar. Are congratulations in order?”

  “Yup. And I’ve been
busy. I never realized how much stuff I had, until Pete moved in and we had to find room for everything.” It had taken us a while to get used to sharing a space—and getting used to each other’s habits—but I liked the way things were moving along.

  Jake gaped. “Whoa. You’re living together? Wow. That’s awesome.”

  “He put his house on the market last week. I guess that’s as serious as it gets.”

  “Too right!” Jake chuckled. “I hope Santa is gonna bring him some very naughty presents this year.”

  Pete’s gifts were already wrapped, hidden where he wouldn’t find them. I couldn’t wait to see his face when he opened them. I’d spent a whole morning at Mr. S Leather, deliberating what to get him. Then I’d said what the hell and bought a shitload of toys.

  Christmas Day was gonna be a lot of fun.

  Jake nudged me. “Tate has been watching Pete and drooling ever since you arrived. You know how much he loves blonds. And let’s be honest here, he’d have tapped that cute ass in a heartbeat if you’d given him the go-ahead last time.” He peered at me inquiringly.

  I knew what he wanted to know. “We’ve… discussed playing with others.” The jury was still out on that one, but judging by the number of times Pete had brought it up, he was still thinking about it positively.

  “I think whatever happens, one thing is obvious. You’re happy.”

  I couldn’t help smiling. “You got that right. And so is my mom. You know what she told me when I called her to say Pete was moving in? She said she’d given up hope of me finding anyone who’d put up with me.”

  Jake bit his lip. “Go figure.”

  I glared at him. “That sounds suspiciously like you agree with her.”

  “Saying nothing.”

  Pete chose that moment to glance at me from across the room. I nodded, smiling, letting him know he was okay to keep on talking if he wanted. Because it looked like Ray was doing a great job of answering his questions.

  I wouldn’t let him talk too long, however. His ass had an important appointment with my hand.