She nodded slowly, that look of wonder still spread across her face.
That was it. That was what she’d needed before. What they both needed. She was gorgeous, with her pale hair fanned out over the pillow and that filmy fabric pushed up to expose her soft, perfect belly. She looked utterly debauched and so awed by his statement that it felt almost like a pain in his chest.
Now he just needed to ease them back into the scene. He squared his shoulders and fixed her with a stern glare. You may not move. And you may not come.
That elicited a full-body shiver, and Dustin had to school his own reaction. This was better than any porn he’d ever watched. The way that she would fight her own body’s needs to obey his orders was like fire in his veins.
Watch the movie, he commanded again.
She turned her head slowly, like she was moving through syrup. Like his words had no meaning except that she should obey them. Her eyes weren’t even trained toward the screen.
There was this look in her eyes, like she’d gone to some far-away place where she became this exquisite submissive person who was there only to obey him. It made her breath heavy and her pulse race.
He continued moving idly over her body, but now it was explicitly sexual. He pinched her nipples through that filmy fabric that, he noted, became rough if you rubbed it against a small area. He ran his hands under that sweet little shirt and then scratched down her sides. He traced along her inner thighs, brushing the back of his hand over her prominent bulge.
And every time she bucked up against him, he stopped.
It only took her two tries.
She was panting and whimpering now, and the movie was wrapping up.
He resumed his slow pace. She was whining now, a high-pitched tone in her throat. It made him want to fuck her, to ravage her and take everything that she had to give. To come inside of her and claim her.
But even more, it made him want to slow down. To extend her sensual agony as long as possible, until she was falling apart and completely his.
He pulled her panties down and tucked them below her balls. She was dripping and hard for him, and he continued the same slow movements, savoring her heated flesh.
He ran one finger up her cock, watching her shiver. Her hands were clenched into the couch cushions, but she was still looking toward the television.
He spit into his own hand and then started a slow, loose rhythm. Not too fast. Not in any hurry. They still had twenty minutes left in the movie, so he had plenty of time. She started squirming, her chest rapidly rising and falling.
She was so fucking perfect like that. It made him almost dizzy with desire. The way that she was holding so still. Being so perfectly good. He knew that his too-light, too-slow touch must be driving her crazy. He slowed down even further. Finally, she couldn’t help it and thrust against him.
He stopped.
She glared at him. And, God, if he didn’t like that, even more. This defiant, bold sort of submission.
He raised one eyebrow. You want me to stop? he asked lightly.
No. I want you to make me come.
He laughed, as though she were being cute and silly. Which she was, in this weird, beautiful thing that they were creating together. It’s too bad you’re not in charge, then.
He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of watching her shiver when he said that. She was still again so he resumed his slow stroking. But now he added her sides to the mix, dragging his fingers over the shimmery material and clawing down her ribs. Whatever that felt like to her, it nearly doubled the reaction that she’d had to just stroking her cock.
She was straining now, fighting with all of her muscles to stay still. Her mouth was open and gasping and her fingers were practically locked into the cushions. Broken sounds fell from her throat without any semblance of speech.
He sped up just a bit, dug in his fingers a little deeper on her sides. God, she was trying so hard.
He moved a little faster, scratched a little harder. She was just watching him now, desperate and pleading.
He lifted one hand from her side for just a moment. I wonder if I should let you come tonight.
A full shudder wracked her body. Yes, they were definitely going to play with this again. He just fucking hoped that he’d get the chance.
Beg me for it.
Her hand came up to her chest so quickly it almost hit him. Please, please, please, she begged in an endless circle.
He pretended to ponder it, signing while he kept his other hand moving slowly up and down her dick. You’ve been very good this evening. You helped make a delicious dinner. You started the laundry. And you did all of your work and cleaned up when it was time.
God only knew why he found it so arousing to recite that list. All he knew was that she was getting off on it, too.
So, I’m going to let you come. He gave another stroke down her side, then offered magnanimously, you can come whenever you want.
Her face was anguished. I need more!
He gave a little shrug, amused and so fucking turned on when she snarled at him and then went back to grabbing the cushions, almost defiantly. Like she could force him to speed up with the sheer power of her frustration.
Dustin knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer. Making Lena wait was teasing him as much as it was teasing her.
You want more? he finally asked.
He couldn’t hold off any longer. She was just too beautiful. Too defiant and vulnerable and submissive all at once.
He clawed two fingers into that spot just above her ribs and pinched the sensitive area just under the head of her cock, digging in with his nails. He knew it would hurt her, and it was absolutely gorgeous.
She screamed, loud and helpless and broken. And then she was coming, bucking and thrashing around, trying to avoid his painful pinch even while she was shaking in the ecstasy of it.
She was a vision when she gave herself up like that. Innocent and ruined. Free in herself and owned by him.
Dustin felt dizzy with the power and rightness of the moment. He was still hard but watching her come was almost like coming himself.
He slowly eased the pressure, petted her gently a few times, and then snuggled her up against his chest. She turned into his neck and he let her nuzzle there.
Her shoulders started to shake, and he realized that she was crying. He could feel her sobs as much as hear them.
It felt… not just beautiful but transcendent. He wanted her like this so badly that it hurt, but he needed to be sure that she was alright. The dark fears from his past still gripped him, and he started to worry.
If she was crying because he’d done something wrong, he’d be devastated.
He pulled her back so he could see her face and he let her see his concern. She gave him a helpless, longing look, like she just trusted him to fix everything. Like she was grateful for this. She clung to his shirt and tilted her face toward him.
God was she perfect. He devoured her mouth, tasting her sobs with every breath. Tears leaked down her cheeks and he kissed and licked them away, nourishing himself with the salt on her skin.
Then he pulled her back into his shoulder and let her cry, her damp breath and dripping tears making his shirt soggy.
He kissed her forehead and her hair, rubbing his hands soothingly down her body.
The feelings that shot through him were like nothing he’d felt before. She was so helpless and open and completely trusting in him to take care of her. It was intoxicating.
Eventually, she pushed back a bit so they could communicate. I don’t know why I was crying.
Dustin gave her a soft kiss on the lips. It doesn’t matter. He kissed along her cheeks again. Thank you for trusting me with that. And I think it’s time to go to bed, now.
He maneuvered them both into standing, and then led Lena to the bathroom. He slowly stripped off the two scraps of fabric, now sweaty and crusted with cum, and hung them over the edge of the bathtub since he wasn’t sure how to clean t
hem. Then, he wiped her down with a warm washcloth, and got a second one to clean the tears and makeup from her face.
She was pliant in his arms, letting him take care of her. It made his heart swell.
He gave her a moment alone to finish up, and then led her to the bed. When she was all tucked in, he kissed her forehead. As he stepped back, one of her arms shot out to grab his wrist. He stopped.
Are you leaving? She looked like she was trying to put on a brave face, that terrible mask she had of being strong and flirty. Like the answer didn’t matter.
Only to the bathroom. You need another lesson in snuggling at night.
She rolled her eyes, but she let him tuck the covers back up over her shoulders. That was what she wanted, even if she couldn’t articulate it.
In a few more minutes, he was lying beside her, gathering her in close.
I should return the favor, she signed sleepily.
He knew that his erection was poking against her thigh, but it wasn’t important right now.
Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.
She nodded and nuzzled into his chest.
His arm was a little pinched and his cock throbbed uncomfortably, but he was happier than he’d been in a long time.
Now, he just had to hope that it meant something to her, too.
Chapter 9
Landon
Landon tapped his fingers against a folder, making only a minimal effort to act like he was paying attention. He was at a school-wide teacher meeting to discuss some new STEM initiative from the district. It sounded more like a bunch of new requirements without any new science or technology equipment to carry them out. And engineering? Hilarious.
Even if the school got new resources, they’d never make it down to his classroom. His students had tablets because he’d written the grant himself, thank you very much. And some of the other teachers still thought he should share them.
But to be honest, the main reason he wasn’t concentrating was because Dustin, frustratingly, continued to fill his thoughts.
He told himself it wasn’t anything. But that moment continued to play out in his head.
Dustin was leaning over him, so serious and concerned, but still all Dom. And then those words. I’m sorry. I was wrong. You’re far too precious to be a toy.
Why was he still thinking about it a week later? Because Dustin had apologized? Because he never stuck to the fucking script?
But inside he knew that wasn’t it. It was because Dustin had seen him.
That first night together, when Dustin had noticed that he got off on having his sides touched, Landon had been impressed. Dustin was a fucking God in bed, more attentive than anyone he’d ever been with. The sex had been mind blowing. And he had felt seen. Like his body and his desires were important.
But that moment had been completely different. Because that wasn’t just about his body. It was about some tangled, secret need that crouched in the depths of his submission. And maybe his fears. You’re far too precious to be a toy.
He didn’t even know what it meant fully, or maybe he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself. Certainly not to Dustin.
But Dustin had seen it anyway. He’d noticed it when Landon didn’t think he’d even reacted. And what had Dustin signed next? I haven’t paid attention to anything but you.
It felt like that was true.
And that was terrifying.
Especially since he was supposed to go over to Dustin’s place today.
Someone jostled him and he realized the meeting was over. He slid the folder into his satchel, forcefully putting the entire event out of his head.
Dustin was a baby Dom. He had no idea what he was doing. Pretty soon he’d get himself sorted out and go be the perfect Dom for some other sub.
Landon was just his training wheels. He wasn’t sure whether he felt proud about that or sad. No, he kind of did know but he wasn’t going to think about it.
He needed to get going now, but he took a moment to check the mirror in the teacher’s bathroom. His school had a pretty low-key dress code for the teachers, so he was wearing a nice pair of jeans with a burgundy button-down shirt.
Did he look good? He wasn’t sure. He looked like he usually did. Teacher-y. Blech.
He opened one of the buttons. That was better. He tried another one. Was that too slutty? Usually he’d just go for it, but he was feeling a little off balance. He buttoned it again.
He wondered now if he had time to go home. Maybe he could change into something more casual. He wished he’d at least brought a t-shirt with him. Or maybe it could be a Lena evening?
What would Dustin want?
He shook off the thought. It wasn’t like it was supposed to be a date or anything. Or not really. Dustin had said it could be a date if he wanted it to be, which didn’t help at all.
Especially since they weren’t doing anything that sounded very date-y. Dustin’s best friend, Zhong, was going to be there, and they’d also invited Ash from the munch. They were going to make dinner together and then play some board games.
The idea of cuddling on the couch with Dustin while they played Scrabble or something made him flush. But of course, this wouldn’t be anything like that. It was all very confusing.
What wasn’t confusing was that Dustin had told him to come over after he was done with school and was expecting him at 4:30 to cook. Since he’d had a meeting after school, he had just enough time to drive over.
He ran his fingers through his hair unnecessarily. Dustin was confusing.
When he got to Dustin’s house, he was impressed. He’d never explored the northern part of the city too much, but there were actual houses up here instead of apartment buildings. He had no idea how much they cost and he kind of wanted to check Zillow. Was Dustin rich?
His yard wasn’t big, though, and while his home was well-maintained, some of the neighboring places were a little worn. Nothing major, just some fading paint and unmowed lawns. It looked a little suburban--not the type of place he’d expect from Dustin. But maybe Dustin was taking care of his parents or something?
He realized that there was a lot that he didn’t know about the man.
He pulled up to the curb but stayed in the car. He wasn’t a nervous person, so why was he nervous now? Especially about game night.
He made himself get out of the car, walk up the tidy sidewalk, and ring the doorbell.
Dustin greeted him with a warm hug and a brief kiss on the cheek. What did that mean?
Landon shucked off his shoes at Dustin’s request and then stepped into the room. The space was decorated with clean lines and light wood, just minimalist enough to make it feel spacious but not cold. They actually had very similar taste.
Before he got much of a chance to look around, Dustin was already walking away from him, presumably toward the kitchen. The kitchen was also nice without being pretentious, with white cabinets and marble countertops, but nothing else overly fancy.
Dustin wasn’t looking at him, all of his attention on the skillet on the stove, and for some reason that really hurt. Yeah, he knew this was game night with friends and they weren’t going to have sex, but the other friends weren’t going to be here for a while, right?
Landon internally berated himself for getting all worked up. Dustin had said it could be a date or not, whatever he wanted, but apparently Dustin had already decided on not.
Dustin finally finished with whatever he was messing with on the stove and turned back toward Landon with an apologetic smile. Sorry about that, I went to grab something and then you got here, and I was worried it would burn.
I understand. Burning skillets he totally understood. The ignoring part, and all of his unexpected feelings, not so much.
Dustin watched him carefully and Landon wasn’t sure what he saw. He tried to look calm and confident, which he was usually very good at pulling off.
Dustin turned back to the stove and turned it off. Come here.
It was a comman
d, and Landon wanted to follow it, but he also wanted to know what was going on. He didn’t know if he wanted to be on a date, but he kind of wanted Dustin to want it to be a date. Or maybe to insist on it. Maybe so that he could have it without having to want it himself.
God, he was a fucking idiot.
And he also hadn’t moved.
Come here, Dustin repeated, his dark eyes serious.
Landon wasn’t sure what made him do it, what dark, fluttering thing inside of him was reaching out, but he put his hands on his hips and stood his ground. Make me.
He could feel his jaw jutting out, his weight on his hips. He knew he was acting like a petulant teenager. Please, he thought, please, please make me. Because if Dustin didn’t follow through with it, he’d be absolutely crushed.
Dustin stalked toward him, then walked around behind him. Landon felt every muscle in his body tense, wanting desperately to look around and see what Dustin was doing. What he was thinking.
But he didn’t want to give in, either. Not until Dustin made him.
Dustin gripped the back of his neck and pressed his other palm to the base of Landon’s back. Then, he started pushing him forward.
Landon dug in his heels, bracing himself while Dustin pushed him forward, one stumbling, hard-won step at a time. Until finally he was pressed up against the counter where Dustin had stood before.
And he was so fucking hard it hurt.
Dustin crowded up behind him, leaning heavily against him until the edge of the cabinet dug painfully into his hip bones. Dustin was hard, too.
Landon closed his eyes, his heart thudding in his chest. He felt trapped and defiant and somehow small and safe. And so, so damn horny.
Dustin shoved one knee in between his thighs, pressing his arousal harder against the cabinet. And he wrapped both arms around Landon’s torso, trapping his arms and holding him tightly.
He wiggled the fingers of one hand upward in the general direction of both of their faces. Huh? Oh. He was signing color.
Landon freed one hand just enough to sign green, his arms still trapped. So very, very green.
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