“Stop.”
Ryan groans but he submits to me. He removes his hands and rests them on either side of his body, eyes watching me.
“Damn, pup,” I whisper in awe. “You’re a beautiful submissive. So obedient.” I clear my throat and hold back on any suggestions of tying him up. He’d look beautiful with white ropes adorning his arms, legs, and torso. Completely tethered and at my sensual mercy. What I’d give to see his arse cheeks redden with each spank of either my hand or a paddle….
Hungry eyes stare up at me as he licks his lips. “Thank you, Sir.”
Crawling onto the bed until I’m kneeling with my dick in front of his face, I hold myself just an inch away from his lips. Stroking his hair back with my left hand, I stare into his eyes. “Give me a kiss, boy.” To say he obeys me is an understatement. After giving the tip a gentle kiss, Ryan leans up on his elbows, tilts his head forward, and swallows me down his throat. My breath hitches as he slowly draws back. His tongue licks at the head of my cock until he finally takes me in again and starts a steady rhythm of back and forth. Without controlling his movements, my hands knot into his hair. “That’s it, baby. Good pup.”
Ryan groans deeply at the praise before his breathing escalates and he frowns. The emotions he’s giving off change from confused to happy to scared. The sight of it causes a pang in my heart. With me on top of him, I realise it might be too much after the morning he’s had. After having to relive his pain at the station, I don’t want to make it worse. I let my hands slide down to his shoulders and sit up. His frown deepens. “Sir?”
“Are you okay, pup?”
He lets his elbows collapse and shakes his head. “It’s just too much.”
“I understand.”
“No. It’s too good, Sir.”
Was he waiting for this? Is he finally starting to feel safe in his submission to me? The anticipation might’ve been so strong he can’t control his emotions. He needs this. He needs to submit to me. My hand reaches out to hold his cheek. “You want this, pup?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll use your safewords if you’re uncomfortable?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The sight of Ryan—swollen, leaking, and waiting to be dominated—manages to get me completely hard. “Stay still,” I command. Bending forward, I slide my cock into his mouth again, and again, and again. Pulling back, I move down his body until I’m straddling his legs and our cocks are lined up nicely. Sighs of pleasure fill the room as I rock my hips back and forth. Tilting my head down, I cover his mouth with mine. His hands are shaking. Twining our fingers together, I press our hands into the mattress. Ryan sighs. Over and over, I roll my hips and kiss him deep and slow. My tongue searches every corner and crevice of his mouth. He slides his lips away to place open-mouthed kisses along my jawline. “I want you, Sir,” he admits quietly.
“I want you too, pup.” Rocking into him, I bend down to lick his nipple.
He’s quiet. What’s going on in that head of his? Is he enjoying this? Is he anxious? With my lips capturing his nipple, I look up to meet his eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Ryan tentatively grips onto my hands. “I meant, I want you, Sir.” He gulps and his cock twitches. “I want you to take me.” My heart seems to skip a beat. The words cause a deep, strong yearning inside me. When I’m about to speak, he says, “I’m warning you now, I might flip out.” His eyes flick away for a moment. “Even if it’s not tonight. I might. Ever since….” He pauses and meets my eyes again. “I just… I’ve always been in control since then. But I trust you, Henry. I love you. And I can’t wait to feel you inside me, Sir,” he murmurs.
Shifting until I’m straddling his thighs, I lean over him. My mouth hovering above his. “I love you, too. Are you sure?” My voice is full of the unique, desperate desire I have for him.
He nods frantically. “Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you for being honest, pup. For relationships to thrive, honesty is important, even more so for BDSM relationships like ours. Communication is so important.”
“I agree, Sir,” he says with a smile. “I feel like I know you. Like, really know you. And I love who I see.”
His words mean so much to me, but I need to focus on the here and now. “Hearing that pleases me, Ryan. It’s a very nice thing to say. You are mine .” I kiss him on the lips. “Now, you’re not to move until I tell you. Understand, pup?”
He shudders. “Yes, Sir.”
I swear, every time Ryan calls me “Sir,” it makes my cock leak with pre-cum. Making quick work of tying his hands together and placing them above his head, I prepare him swiftly. “It’s a good thing we had those tests done isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” The honorific is dragged out as he moans in pleasure. We both received our results, and all our tests came back negative. We don’t need a barrier if he fucks me anymore. For my first time making love to Ryan, it will be only me. We’ll be skin to skin. “Sir, please. I’m ready.”
Curling over him, I press a kiss to his lips and demand he keeps his eyes open. They don’t leave me. For a few moments, I tease his hole with just the head of my cock and Ryan whimpers. Guiding myself inside him, I move slowly. He pants and writhes until the head slips inside. “Fuck,” he mutters.
I hiss quietly as his body squeezes me. “You’re so tight. Relax. Take a deep breath.”
After he obeys and when he exhales, I push farther. When I’m finally all the way, deep inside him, I grip his hair and kiss his neck. Ryan gasps as his body strains to stay still. He wants to move so badly. “Hush. You’re okay,” I whisper. His hips move. It feels good as his arse loosens up and allows my cock to slide even deeper, but he’s disobeyed me.
Ignoring the fact that I’m enjoying it, I give him a stern look. “You’re moving, boy.”
Ryan’s eyes twinkle with mischief as he stops moving. “Maybe you can punish me later, Sir.”
His words cause a wide smile to form on my face. He’s comfortable enough to tease. “Oh, you’re a naughty pup, then.” I trap his earlobe between my teeth. “And you can bet on it.”
Ryan shivers. Body tense, he takes a deep breath. A minute passes and his body relaxes. He gazes up at me and waits. His submission is exquisite; he yearns to obey and please; however, it’s the love in his eyes that fills my heart with warmth. I know this is a big deal for him. The need to prove to him he’s safe with me, that his submission will be cherished and I’ll always look after him, fuels me to start moving. Pulling out slowly, I wait until I’m almost all the way out before I press back in.
“Yes.” Ryan hisses and throws his head back.
I press his legs into his chest. “Eyes.”
When he meets my gaze, I start rocking my hips back and forth. “You’re not to come until I say so.”
He nods, his wrists fidgeting in their restraints. With a cock of my eyebrow, he smiles and stops. Curling over him, I hook his legs over my arms and place a hand on the mattress on either side of his body. My hips pick up the pace. It feels so good to finally be inside him. There’s no barrier between us now. It’s skin against skin, and everything seems complete, seems right . As connected as humanly possible, we stare into each other’s eyes while I bring us together again and again. Riding my man hard and fast, I’m aware of his erection straining towards his belly button. Managing to find the right angle to push against his prostate, I see his face fill with bliss. I moan as the urge to come hits me.
“Yes, Sir,” Ryan whines. “So good, Sir!”
The heat in his eyes scorches me. It almost distracts me from keeping up with my movements. “Yeah, you like that?”
“You’re so sexy,” he whispers.
“Thank you.” I lick his lips. “Who’s in charge, pup?”
A beautiful confidence shines through his eyes. “You are, Sir. Always.”
With a pleasure-filled growl, I thrust a few more times before spilling inside him. Releasing his legs, and knotting one hand in his hair, I hold his
head still. I run my tongue slowly up his throat, over his chin, and into his mouth. My other hand finds its way to his cock. After three firm strokes, and with my lips against his, I whisper, “Come.”
He gasps, bucking up and obeying me as he erupts between us. I’m still inside him as his body tightens around my cock. “Yes, yes, yesss.” His quiet chanting has me pulling back to look at him. Ryan is magnificent in his pleasure. So open in showing me the bliss I’m giving him.
With just enough energy, I move my mouth over his again. Soft now, my cock slides out of him but I stay close. Untying his hands, I speak into his ear. “Proud of you. Love you.” At the same time he brings his arms down, Ryan begins softly sucking on my tongue. It’s not a challenge for dominance, merely a way of telling me he loves me too.
Later, when we’re cleaned up and snuggling in his bed, Ryan kisses my hand. “You mean so much to me, Henry.”
My lips press against his nape. “Yeah?”
“I’m so glad I met you.”
Shifting back and encouraging him to turn on his side to face me, I push his hair from his eyes.
Ryan bites his lips. “Ever since the night we met, I’ve been different. Even though we didn’t start seeing each other straight away, it’s like, after I met you, I wanted to try. I wanted to try be who I was again. Before… Luke.” His eyes don’t leave mine. “You gave me hope. You showed me, reminded me, what and who I am and that I couldn’t let him change me. He made me regret and suppress who I am, and you’re helping me. You’re helping me heal.”
I lean in to kiss him softly. “You know I don’t want you to be anyone but you, right? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Although I wish he never hurt you, I wouldn’t change the way you are now for anything.”
He nods as his eyes water. “I know.”
“You’re perfect,” I murmur.
Ryan scoffs and shakes his head. “Nobody’s perfect.”
I grin. “Fine, you’re perfect for me.”
“I love you, Sir.”
“Love you too, pup.”
Counting my blessings and thanking whoever worked their magic to ensure I’d meet the love of my life, I fall asleep with my arms tight around Ryan, because I’ll never let him go.
Chapter Eighteen
A week later, I’m doing my laundry when Travis runs into my room. By the wide smile and insistent waving of his phone, my brother has news. “What is it?” I ask.
“Dakota just messaged me! Check it out.” Travis thrusts his phone in my hand.
Dakota: Hey, Travis! Are you and your brother looking for a roommate? I saw an ad online with Henry’s contact details. Pics look really good.
Shocked, my eyes snap to his. “Wow.”
“What?” he asks. “It doesn’t mean he’s looking for a place. Does it? It could just mean he’s seen it, and he’s asking about it.”
I smile. “He’s asking you about it, though. Not me. Maybe he knows someone who’s looking.” Gathering my clean tops in one hand, I pass his phone back before putting my clothes away. “Reply to him. Tell him the truth. That we’re looking for one or two people to move in. You can flirt at the end,” I suggest. “Maybe say, ‘Why, are you looking for something?’”
His eyes widen. “Good idea. I’ll do that.”
After a moment, I ask him, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Nothing.” Travis types as he strides away. At my brother’s actions, I shake my head. Dakota has my brother turning into a teenage girl. Not ten minutes later, he returns. “Bro, he says he’s looking for a place! He just said he’s looking to rent, because something’s come up. He can’t stay home anymore and needs to move out ASAP.”
“Really? Okay. Well, tell him he’s welcome to come around and have a look at the place. Better yet, call him.”
My brother looks nervous. “Nah. I’ll just text him to come have a look when he’s free.” He follows me out of my room and into the kitchen. While I make rolls for us for lunch, Travis keeps me updated with his text conversation with the hot real estate agent. My plan is to head over and see Ryan after lunch. I’m looking forward to it. We haven’t caught up since Wednesday, but it feels like a lot longer than four days since I’ve seen him. The man is addictive. Any time we’re not together feels like time wasted. It takes a lot of energy for me to focus on other things, but I manage. Knowing I’ll see him within the hour helps. Chewing my roll, I jump when Travis claps his hand against the table.
“What?” I ask around my food.
“He says he’s free today! Wants to come over in half an hour.”
I flip my wrist and check the time. “That can work. I’m here until two, so I’ll have a little time to show him around.” Travis nods and starts to reply to him. I smirk. “Unless. You know. You want to show him around without me here?”
“Huh?” He looks up and frowns. “Nah. You can be here. Maybe I’ll say I just started working out now, but you’ll show him around.”
I scowl. “What the fuck? No. You can hang in the background with us while I do the talking if he’s got your jocks in such a twist with his good looks. But you’re not pretending you’re too busy for him. Just tell him, ‘That’s cool, we’ll see you then.’”
He groans. “Okay.” Once he puts his phone down and gathers his roll in both hands for demolishing, he adds, “And he doesn’t have my jocks in a twist.”
“Uh-huh. Right.”
* * *
“And this is the backyard.” Sliding the door, I lead the way out. Dakota and Trav follow me.
“Wow. This is great.” Dakota smiles widely, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“Thanks,” Travis replies.
Our potential roommate and tenant glances at my brother. “So, you both live here. No one else?” he asks Travis, but my brother isn’t looking at him.
“Not at this stage,” I say. “We’re thinking of having two people move in, because we can comfortably fit four people.” Shrugging, I point out the deep end of the pool. “There are steps on either side, but that’s one and a half metres.”
“Sweet.” Dakota turns to face us both. “So, how much are you guys after for rent?”
My brother runs his hand through his blond hair, unintentionally showcasing his impressive bicep. “You… you wanna live here?”
Dakota, the silver fox that he is, nods. “I do. I mean, I’m in a situation where I need to move out. Like now. And sure, I could buy something small, but I don’t want to rush into anything. I just need to move in somewhere and relax for now, you know? I need to take a step back and re-evaluate.” He shakes his head with a self-deprecating smile. “To be honest, it also feels like fate.”
“Fate?” Trav asks.
“Yeah. I mean, I was on the computer having a look, and I saw your ad.” Dakota graces me with a glance before returning his attention to Travis. “So? What are you asking for?”
Trav’s eyes find mine only long enough for me to nod in encouragement.
He clears his throat. “Ah. Two hundred a week.”
Dakota raises his hand to his chin, scratching his styled beard. “Really?”
“Yeah. It includes Wi-Fi connection, an off-the-road car space, and everything,” my brother tells him. “We split bills and food cost though.”
“I was going to say it’s a real good deal.”
Travis grins. “Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
I step forward, even though it feels like I’m interrupting something. “Well, either of the rooms we showed you is yours if you want it. If we do end up having another tenant, they’ll take whatever’s left.”
“Cool. Hey, how the gym’s going?”
Travis grins. “It’s going well. We’ve done some work on it, and it’s coming along.”
“That’s great,” Dakota says. “Well, there’s only one other question I have for you both.” When he glances at my brother, Trav nods seriously, desperate to give the man the answer he wants to hear.
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p; Man, I’d really like to stay and see where the conversation goes with these two. I clap my hands together. “Well, I’ll let Travis answer the question for you. I need to head out now. My man’s waiting for me.”
Dakota barks out a laugh. “Wait, your man ? You’re gay?”
My brother and I share a look before facing him at the same time. “Yes,” I say.
“Is that a problem?” Travis asks.
The gorgeous man chuckles. “No. My questions were going to be how you felt about homosexuals. If you guys turned out to be homophobic, this wouldn’t have worked out.” He pauses with a cheeky grin. “I’m bi.”
“Me too,” Travis replies. “I think I can speak for Henry when I say we’re relieved it’s not a problem for you either.”
“Definitely not.” He eyes my brother in a different way. A sexual way. And it’s my cue to leave.
I smile. “Okay, cool. Well, I’ll let Travis walk you out and leave you guys to it.” I hold my hand out to him. “Nice to see you again, man.”
He nods. “Yeah, you too.” After we shake hands, I clap my brother on the shoulder and head out.
* * *
Ryan is happy to see me. He’s buzzing with energy as he opens the door and lets me in. “Hey.”
I grin. “Hey, baby.” By his behaviour and the energy pouring off his body in waves, he clearly has something he wants to say to me. I’m certain of it. “Before we play, is there something you wanted to talk about?”
Ryan nods emphatically and strides over to his laptop. “Read this.”
With our positions switched for the moment, I obey him. Taking the time to read the email in his inbox, I let my smile grow bigger and bigger. The publishing house he sent his book to wants to publish it. My boy is going to be a published author. I place a hand on each of his cheeks. “Congratulations. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he murmurs into my neck.
“I told you it was great, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Have you told your parents? Your sister?”
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