“Yes, Sir.” Ryan’s chocolate eyes gaze up into mine, and it’s so much better.
“Good.” Leaning down, I kiss him softly. He shudders but, other than that, doesn’t move. “This is how I want you to present yourself to me. Waiting, spread out, and showing me what’s mine.”
Ryan swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Who’s mine?”
“I am, Sir.” His breath hitches.
“Who’s your Dominant?”
“You are, Sir.” With more confidence in his voice, I know through time it’ll only increase.
“Good pup.” Striding over to my bag, I pull out two short lengths of natural fibre rope. “I know I said you should be punished for your silent treatment and behaviour. I’ve changed my mind. As we’ve signed our contract, we’ll start today fresh. In the contract, it said you’ll receive a weekly discipline. For today’s discipline, I’m going to spank you fifteen times.” After placing the bottle of lube near the end of the bed next to the rope, I ask him to stand. His body is full of tension. He’s excited and nervous. I stare into his eyes. “Your wrists will be bound to the headboard. This is discipline, not punishment. But just in case, what are your safewords?”
Ryan’s hand starts tapping his leg over and over. A nervous jitter. “Green, orange, and red.”
“Good.” The fidgeting is relentless. “Stop moving.”
As if completely unaware, Ryan glances down and furrows his brows before following my gaze to his hand. He clenches both fists and breathes deeply. “Sorry, Sir.”
Aware of how big a step this is for him, I smile. “You’re forgiven. Now. Get on all fours.”
When he’s in position, I move to first one side of the bed and then the other, tying his wrists in a manner that enables him to hold onto the rope or rest on the mattress. “By wrapping them around a few times like this, I’m sure you know, I’m spreading out the pressure. This shouldn’t leave marks.” Lowering his eyes, Ryan mutters something. With my palm, I give him a hard smack on the arse. He yelps in shock. “What was that, pup? I didn’t hear you.”
He gasps. “I just said… I wouldn’t be against having marks… that you give me, Sir.”
“Hmm. I’ll have to remember that.” Once he’s bound to his bed, I kneel between his legs and wait. After a few moments, what I’m expecting to happen, happens. Ryan’s whole body tenses again. He knows I’m behind him, but the anticipation is eating at him. He clears his throat a few times. I’m so proud of him. He wants to say something, ask me what I’m waiting for, hurry me up, but he doesn’t. After five minutes, Ryan takes a deep, shuddering breath and his muscles loosen. Another couple of minutes later, I slide my hands over his arse cheeks.
“Ah.” He jumps at the touch.
“Shh.” I soothe him with my words and caress his cheeks. Relaxing under my touch, Ryan sighs loudly and his head drops. “That’s it, baby. Relax.” He obeys me by breathing slowly and arching his back. “Yes. Show me your beautiful arse.” Massaging and squeezing his cheeks, I spend a few moments preparing his skin. Pulling my hand back, I bring it down swift and sharp.
“Ah! Mm…”
“Feel good?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to count them for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
After spanking him five times on each cheek, I separate the last five in quicker succession. By this time, he’s head down, arse up. With his cheek to the mattress, I can see his side profile.
“Eleven! Twelve! Ah! Thirteen! Fourteen!” With the last smack, he gasps and moans. “Fifteen,” he finally whispers.
“Very good. You’ve pleased me, pup.”
“Th… thank you, Sir.”
His skin is raw and rosy, and I kiss each cheek before stroking his back. “I think you deserve a treat,” I say. Grasping his sore cheeks, I spread them. I bury my face in his crack, licking at his hole.
“Oh fuck!” Ryan yells.
Lapping at him, I use my tongue to loosen him up. One hand holds his left cheek out, and I move the other between his legs to his hardened cock. Stiffening my tongue, I move it in and out of him at the same time I stroke him, turning his groans into moans and whimpers. After torturing him for a while, I tug his arse up higher and grab the lube. Slick fingers grip his cock, and I circle a finger around his entrance.
“Orange,” he croaks out.
Making sure not to stop completely, I move my left hand from his groin to his flank, stroking him there as I continue massaging but not entering his hole. “Good pup,” I say. “I always want to know what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling.” I kiss his tailbone softly. “Tell me.”
“I’m trying, Sir. You make me feel good. I… I want to trust you,” Ryan groans, annoyed with himself.
“It’s okay, pup. You’re doing great. It’s all I want to do, baby. Make you feel good.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, Sir.”
Spreading and massaging his cheeks, I lick his hole a couple of times before returning my finger to it. I slide it inside slowly. Other than a hiss and a moan, Ryan is silent. He clenches down on my finger. “You’re so tight, pup.” Drawing it back out only to push it back in, I start a slow rhythm. “God, it’d feel amazing to be inside you. To feel you take me in and squeeze me so tight.”
My actions and words have an effect on him. He mumbles incoherently and squirms.
“Pup?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Do you think you can take another?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sliding two fingers in, I twist, curl, and scissor them. His panting, the sight of him, and the sensation of having something of mine inside him, has brought me to the edge. Removing my fingers, I quickly undo his restraints and command him to turn over. Still kneeling between his legs, I push his thighs up and out. Spreading some more lube all over him, I meet Ryan’s hungry gaze. He gasps as I press my fingers back inside him. “Stroke yourself,” I say, taking my own cock out.
We both grasp our erections, stroking with a steady pace, as I continue to finger his arse. Changing the angle, I find his sweet spot. “Fuck! Yes. Oh, God.” Ryan’s eyes close in pleasure, and when he opens them, I see his unshed tears.
“You like that, pup?”
“Yes! Yes, Sir.”
Curling over him, I quicken my pace as I’m about to blow. “Come when you’re ready.”
Spreading his legs farther in order to take my fingers inside him, he fucks his fist faster and faster. In seconds, we both fall over the edge and come all over him. I slide my fingers out and hold myself above him, both hands on the mattress on either side of his head. I smash our lips together, pouring everything I feel for him into the kiss. After lowering his legs, Ryan stays completely still. Spread eagle on his bed, he gives himself to me. His tongue peeks out to play but never tries to take over the kiss. Caught in the moment, I hug him to me tightly with one hand fisting his hair and the other hooking over his shoulder. Covering his body with mine, I want to possess him, mind, body, and soul. If anyone was to walk in, there’d be no mistaking the situation. This beautiful, wounded, strong man has given himself to me. For the next three months, Ryan Scott is mine.
Chapter Fifteen
In the end, I win the bet. We spend the majority of our Sunday in bed and becoming more comfortable with our roles together while talking and watching movies. After receiving my congratulatory blow job, I give Ryan a deep, slow kiss, tasting myself on him.
“Sir?” Ryan asks.
“Yes?”
“When do I have to call you ‘Sir’?”
With his back to my chest, I nuzzle and kiss his nape. “How about when we’re in public, you call me Henry. When we’re in private, it’s your choice, and when we’re in the bedroom, it’s Sir.”
“Okay, Sir.” The room is quiet again, but only for a moment. “Sir?”
“Yes, pup?”
“Thank you for toda
y.”
Pulling his shoulder back, I shift him until he’s on his back and cradle his cheek with my palm. “You’re welcome.” Sliding my thigh between his legs, I realise he’s hard. I haven’t let him come for a couple of hours and he was straining with need the whole time he sucked me off. Ryan starts to fidget against my leg. Pulling his hair carefully with one hand, I place the other on his hip. “Stop, pup.”
“Sir—”
“Do you want to come?” Ryan nods, and the room is barely lit enough for me to see the need in his eyes. “No. You don’t have permission.”
He whimpers. “Please, Sir.” His hands remain on the mattress, but they grasp the sheet as his hips rock up. “I need to.”
“No. You’re not to come.” Against my demand, Ryan humps into my leg. “Do you want to be punished?”
Ryan shakes his head. “No, Sir. But I can’t. I need to.” He continues his jerky movements against my leg, his cock leaks and I know he’s going to come. I grip onto his hip for one last attempt to stop him. “Ah!” His hips rock up into me over and over as he spills onto himself and my leg. The moment it’s over, the pleasure in his eyes disappears and reality sinks in. I’m sure he can see the disappointment in my eyes. Moving quickly, I slide away from him and turn on the light.
Ryan sits up. “I’m sorry, Sir!”
Heading into his bathroom, I shut the door. I take a few moments to think and gather myself. After rinsing my face, I return to him. “Sir—”
“Hands and knees. Now.” He hesitates for a few seconds before obeying me. I slap him hard and he yelps. “That’s for hesitating.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” he whispers.
“This is not discipline or play. This is punishment. You’re not to come. You’ll take six spanks. Count them.” After a few deep breaths, I bring my palm down hard onto his arse cheek.
“Ah! One!”
Spank!
“Two!”
Spank!
“Three!”
Spank!
“Four!” he cries out.
After the sixth spank, I tell him to stay still. The sight of his pink cheeks has me fully hard. Grasping my cock, I jerk myself off and spill onto his rosy cheeks. Panting heavily, I retrieve a hand towel and clean him off carefully. From my bag, I retrieve some cream and rub it gently into his cheeks. Despite the pain, or perhaps in spite of it, Ryan is hard again. “I think sleeping on your side would be best.”
“Yes, Sir,” Ryan whispers. Lowering himself to the bed with his cheek to the mattress, his teary eyes flick up to mine before closing.
“I considered going home as punishment,” I tell him. When Ryan’s eyes open wide, I wonder if I made the wrong decision. “It’s beside the point now. The punishment is over. But you need to be aware, I won’t tolerate being disobeyed.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Eyes still closed, he wipes them roughly.
Pushing his hair back with my fingers, I press in close to him. “I know, pup.” As soon as he finishes wiping his cheeks, I kiss him softly on the lips. “It’s done. Now get some sleep.”
After I turn off the light, Ryan nudges in a little closer and sighs. “Goodnight, Sir.”
Pressing my lips to his forehead, I murmur, “Goodnight, pup.”
* * *
The next few weeks fly by and include a few significant events for us.
In the first week, the settlement for the gym takes place, and Travis and I sign the papers. The gym is officially ours. The following Wednesday night has me and Ryan soaking in my bath. After a pleasurable scene where I demanded a rimming—which Ryan excelled at—we take turns washing each other before closing our eyes and relaxing. His back is to my chest with one of my hands in his hair, fingering his strands.
“Henry?”
“Yes?”
“Will you read my book?”
A wide smile forms on my face. “I’d love to.”
“Okay, cool. I’ll email it to you tomorrow.”
Kissing the back of his head, I wrap my arms around him. “I’m looking forward to reading it.”
That Sunday night, we’re in bed when Ryan turns over on his side to face me. “Sir?”
“Mm?”
“I’m going to do it.”
I shift my head on the pillow, about to ask what he means, when his eyes show a vulnerable excitement. “You’re going to send your book in?”
He smiles. “Yeah.”
“How do you send it?”
“Email.” He nuzzles in closer and it makes my heart warm. “You send in your book with a cover letter explaining what the book’s about and how you came to write it and stuff. I’m nervous but excited. There’s a chance they’ll say no, but it’s worth the risk. They could say yes.”
Leaning forward a few inches, I kiss his lips. “They will say yes. It’d be a mistake not to. I told you it’s great.”
“Thank you.”
On Tuesday after work, Ryan and I go to the doctors. We take our blood test referrals to the pathology clinic to have our blood drawn. Fortunately, the day before, Travis told me he was hanging out at his best friend Tim’s place that night. Ryan comes over, and I’m teaching him the benefits of delayed gratification. Stretched out on his back, bound and gagged, Ryan is beautiful. His arse is at the end of the bed, with his legs spread and feet on the floor. A small bell rests in his hand, his wrists are tied together and attached to a rope that ties to the headboard. If he rings the bell, he’s close to coming, and if he drops the bell, it’s essentially his way of using the Red safeword, meaning he wants to stop completely.
I’ve been teasing him for the better part of an hour when I think he’s earnt an orgasm. Crouching over him, I cover his cock with my mouth and curl the finger inside his body. His muffled groan makes me want to smile. Flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead, he’s gorgeous. “You can come when you want to.” With my mouth and fingers, it doesn’t take long before he’s erupting down my throat. I moan around him as I swallow everything he has to offer. As soon as there’s nothing left, I climb onto the bed and crawl up his body to release the gag.
Pressing my leaking cock to his lips, I make my silent demand. Ryan opens his mouth wide and I slide myself between his lips. Resting on my elbows and with my legs on either side of him, I fuck his mouth. He takes me in like a starving man. When he moans, I feel the vibrations and it tips me over the edge. Pushing up to kneel above him, I make sure just the head of my cock is inside him and stroke myself off. As I grunt through my orgasm, the sight of Ryan straining against the rope to try to taste more of my cum heightens my pleasure. “That’s it, pup. Swallow me down.” His tongue does wonders, lapping at the tip, licking and sucking as much as he can. Knotting my fingers in his hair, I push his head up and press my cock down until I feel the back of his throat. He gags and I pull back. “Good pup. So good.” Taking the bell out of his hands, I remind him to use his safewords if he needs to.
Sliding down, I cover his mouth with mine, allowing us to taste each other as I force my tongue down his throat. His moans urge me on. I continue to kiss Ryan as I collapse on top of him, holding his restrained arms and rubbing our cocks slowly together. “Yes, Sir,” he whispers into my mouth.
“You like this, pup?” With another rock of my hips, I make it clear what I’m asking.
“Yes, Sir. Feels so good.”
“You think I can make you come again so soon?”
He chuckles. “I might need a little while, Sir.”
“Hmm.” Challenge accepted . Collecting the lube, I pour some over his groin before resuming my position. I pull him farther up the bed before moving between his legs. Hands on his shoulders for leverage, I rock my hips back and forth. Ryan widens his legs farther apart. Aside from that, he doesn’t move. His lips and body yield beneath me. Although a little sensitive, my cock hardens more and more as the control I have over Ryan becomes clearer. “You love this, don’t you, pup?”
Ryan nods. “So much, Sir.” There’s no regret or shame in his e
yes, only his need to submit to me and the pleasure he feels as I dominate him. A spark flares and his eyes widen. “Can I, Sir?”
“You may come.” My hands don’t leave his shoulders, and my tongue doesn’t leave his mouth until well after our orgasms have passed.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, boy.”
* * *
The following Friday night is Trav’s birthday party, and it’s in full swing when Ryan and I make our way through the door. Everyone is mingling and the place is packed. Trey’s outdone himself. He’s managed to hire the whole upstairs area of one of the most popular and newest bars in Perth. Trav’s thirtieth is made even more special, because, looking around, every single person here is connected to him. And some have known him for the majority of his life. The day before, for Trav’s actual birthday, Trey, David, and our parents came over to exchange birthday gifts. Along with organising his party, Trey and David bought Trav a sky-jumping voucher. Our parents gave him money, and I bought him a new stereo system for his car. I’d mentioned Ryan to our parents, so they knew I was bringing him to the party.
Mum and Dad are off to one side of the club. They’re doting over my older brother as he grins down at them. Next to me, Ryan quietly takes it all in. It pleases me to no end when he moves closer, holds my hand, and waits for me to lead the way. Staring straight into his eyes, I try to express how much I appreciate him and his actions. Ryan gives me a wink, which causes me to lean forward and peck his lips. “Let’s do this.”
Making our way through Travis’s school friends, work friends, and family, we eventually reach the man of the hour. “Hey!”
Travis turns with a smile and a hug. “Hey, guys!”
After we pull away, Ryan nods at him with a hand out. “Happy Birthday for yesterday, Travis.”
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