Roped In

by A. M. Arthur

  “Tonight,” Avery says. “Please.”

  Colt’s eyes go half lidded. “We can do tonight, but I don’t have supplies.”

  “I do.”

  “Yeah? Prepared. Tell me the truth. You were a Boy Scout, weren’t you?”

  Avery laughs. “That was a bit too outdoorsy for me. No, it’s all my mom, Violet. She taught me to anticipate, especially when it comes to my subs.”

  Colt startles. “Your mother is in the lifestyle?”

  “My whole life, and a few years before it. She’s a Domme, and she’s in a full-time D/s relationship with my stepfather Mike. They’re really great people.”

  Great people, but kind of homophobic, and how will I tell them about Colt?

  Violet accepts him having strictly scene-related relationships with his clients, but an openly sexual one with a man?

  I’ll think about it later.

  All Avery wants in that moment is to see what Colt looks like naked. He doesn’t mean to, but his inner Dom rears up and says, “Strip.”

  Colt jerks into motion, carefully peeling himself out of his clothes and folding them as he’s been taught. Swaths of sun-kissed skin reveals itself to Avery, and this is a brand-new experience for him. Seeing Colt next-to-naked outside of the playroom. This isn’t a scene. These aren’t roles. It’s them making love for the first time.

  Colt hesitates with his underwear; Avery nods his permission. The hard cock presented to Avery is surprisingly long, not too thick, uncut. Beautiful, just like every other part of Colt. As soon as he’s completely naked, Colt sinks into position.

  Avery hesitates, then stands and shucks his own pants, but leaves his boxers on, shy about exposing himself to a man not his doctor for the first time. To hide this, he fetches the lube and condoms he ordered online the previous week, pulls the covers down, then puts them both on the first pillow. Nerves make his fingers tremble.

  “Colt, I can’t.”

  “It’s okay.” Colt stands and walks to him. “We don’t have to.”

  “No, I mean, I can’t be in charge right now. I shouldn’t have ordered you to strip like I did, because I don’t want this to be a scene. It’s not Sir and pet right now. It’s just you and me and I’m nervous as hell I’ll fuck this up. Please, will you take over?”

  “Of course, I will.” Colt wraps his firm arms around Avery’s waist, his erection very obviously poking into Avery’s belly. “And we’ve barely gotten past hand jobs, so we don’t have to go zero-to-sixty tonight, if you’d rather just fool around while naked.”

  “I’m not sure.” Avery likes having Colt naked in his arms, it’s everything else that scares him. “Can we play it by ear?”

  “Absolutely. C’mere.” Colt pulls Avery down to the bed on top of Colt, and they stretch out together, Avery’s thigh between Colt’s legs.

  The kissing he knows and loves, and it’s easy to make out with Colt. To kiss and lick and touch, and Avery isn’t sure when he started humping Colt but he is, rubbing his own erect cock against Colt’s hip while his leg applies pressure to Colt’s groin. Colt spreads his legs, giving Avery a proper channel to settle into and rut. They’ve never done this before, not quite like this, and Avery really resents his boxers.

  He pulls away from Colt long enough to shove them off, and then he’s back, their erections rubbing together between their bellies, and it’s everything Avery imagined it could be and more. So much more.

  “Imagine how you feel right now,” Colt whispers, “but with the tightest, hottest fist around your dick possible. That’s you inside me, baby.”

  Avery gasps at the mental image. “Want that.”

  “Yeah?” Colt nips his chin. “On your back.”

  The command rolls down Avery’s spine, and he rolls off Colt to his back. Colt rips a condom out of the box and tosses it nearby, then grabs the lube. It’s new, so he wrestles with the seal for a moment, then pops the cap. Knee-walks to Avery and kneels over Avery’s closed legs. Curious what Colt’s up to, Avery stays still and waits. Colt drizzles lube on the fingers of his left hand, then grasps the base of Avery’s cock with his right and swallows him down.

  Avery cries out at the unexpected action, and having been on the receiving end of Colt’s blow jobs, he knows he won’t last long. All he understands is the suction and heat, the way Colt nibbles around the edges of his foreskin, licking the glans—until a new sound catches his attention. Something sticky, and he inhales sharply when he realizes what it is.

  Colt is fingering himself with lube. Prepping himself for Avery’s cock. Avery falls even harder for this man, for taking over and doing something Avery has never tried, making sure it’s right for their first time. He wouldn’t mind being able to see, but he hears it, and sees it in the way Colt’s eyes squint or widen.

  “You feel so amazing, Colt, oh God. Getting close.”

  Colt pops off. “Almost ready for you.”

  “How many?”

  “Two right now.”

  Something burns in Avery’s chest and part of his inner Dom rises up. “Show me.”

  Colt’s cheeks flush as he swings one leg over Avery’s so his ass is facing the top of the bed. His hand is between his taut cheeks, the skin shiny with lube, and sure enough, two fingers are pressed in deep.

  “Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” Avery says, shocked at his own words. “Can you do three?”

  “Think so.”

  “Then hold still.” Avery pours lube on his own index finger and nudges it in next to Colt’s fingers. Pushes at that tight ring of muscle, so curious. So insanely aroused at the sights and scents and sounds in this room. His finger eases inside along the others, and Colt gasps.

  “Holy fuck, that’s good,” Colt says. He scissors his fingers a bit, giving Avery more room to play. To fuck Colt with his finger, amping him up to fuck Colt for real.

  “Do you like fingering yourself?” Avery asks.

  “Sometimes. Love it when other people do it. Like rimming, too, but not with just anybody.”

  Avery knows what rimming is, but he isn’t quite brave enough to lean in and show Colt that. Instead, he thrusts his finger deeper and curls it, searching for Colt’s prostate. Finds it and presses. Colt jerks and yelps, so Avery does it again, driving Colt insane with sensation and loving every moment of it.

  How was I ever afraid of this? I love watching Colt fall apart. He’s even more beautiful in bed than trussed to my spanking bench.

  The mental image of spanking Colt’s ass cherry-red right before fucking it makes Avery’s brain explode a little bit.

  “So close, Avery, need you in me.”

  “Yeah.” They both pull their fingers out, and Colt swings back around so he’s facing Avery. He opens the condom and rolls it down Avery’s length, his touch like fire on Avery’s overheated skin. “Gonna ride you like a proper cowboy.”

  Avery grabs Colt by the hips because he doesn’t know what else to do, while Colt lines up and lowers himself. The first press against his glans takes Avery’s breath away, and then the pressure makes him see stars. So many twinkling stars that merge together into the brightest sky possible, blinding him with the glory of being inside Colt’s body. He never imagined it could feel this amazing, better than his wildest expectations of what sex could be.

  Now I get it.

  Colt seated himself in short thrusts of his hips, but the damned minute he starts to really fuck himself, Avery’s climax barrels out of nowhere and leaves him both stunned and boneless. And a little embarrassed for not lasting longer. Colt drapes himself over Avery’s chest with a smug smile and starts to jack himself.

  Avery smacks his hand away and takes control. “Least I can do for lasting a whole sixty seconds.”

  Colt kisses his mouth, chin, and forehead. “It’s your first time. You’ll last longer next time.”

  Next time.
Oh yes, there will be a next time.

  Now that Avery has had a sip of Colt, there’s no turning back until he’s tasted the whole man, over and over again. For as long as Colt still wants him in his life…

  CHAPTER TEN

  Colt and Avery’s week took on a familiar pattern of work, dinner, poker, and frequent cuddling, and Colt had never been happier. He liked turning all sexual expectations over to Avery, and he loved having Avery there to comfort him after his infrequent nightmares. He continued to suck at poker, but it wasn’t about losing the small amounts of money, it was sharing his time with his friends and his lover.

  On Wednesday night, Avery declared that he was planning a date for them on Saturday evening, and that thrill carried Colt through the rest of his week of tending to the ranch and fighting off the occasional wave of phantom pain in his back. By Saturday morning, Colt was a bundle of nerves over tonight’s date—not because he expected it to go wrong, but because he was stupidly excited to know what Avery had planned. Their first go-around, they hadn’t done a lot of the traditional getting-know-you dating things, because they’d gotten to know each other while Colt was Avery’s client.

  This time, they were doing things the more traditional way, despite living together at the onset. That was only a temporary situation, and then they’d be apart for a while, and Colt could finally prove himself to Avery.

  Avery had the day off from the site, so he slept in while Colt got up to tend to one of the corrals down at the horse rescue. He didn’t get down there very often, because they had their own on-site handyman, but apparently Joseph was down with a bad case of the flu, so they called Colt for help.

  The folks Arthur hired to work at the rescue were the nicest, most patient bunch of people Colt had ever met. They had to be, in order to work with neglected or abused horses, and he admired the work they did to rehabilitate those majestic animals. Not all of them were suited to work up at the ranch, and those that weren’t lived out a good life here at the rescue, in corrals and pens of their own. Arthur Garrett was certainly leaving behind a beautiful legacy for future generations to enjoy.

  Colt got the corral fixed up, and then did a few more odd jobs that couldn’t wait until Joseph was back on his feet. Most of the rescue workers lived in Garrett, but three women who’d moved there from out of state shared a trailer on the property, and they fixed him lunch as a thank you.

  By the time Colt got back to the ranch, it was a little after three, and all of the employees were officially off the clock until nine a.m. tomorrow. The cabin was empty, so he got in the shower fast and changed into his best chinos and a navy Henley. He texted Avery that he was back and ready for their date, and then paced the length of the cabin, his insides squirrely with nerves.

  Avery texted back, asking him to meet in front of the main house. Curious, Colt grabbed his wallet and headed out. The chilly day had a lovely fall feel to it—so different from growing up in Texas, where the heat tried to smother you year ’round. Some of the hands were chilling on the guesthouse porch; Colt waved.

  Mack’s truck was idling in its usual spot, the driver’s side window rolled down. Avery peeked his head out and winked. Colt got the drift and climbed into the passenger side.

  “You clean up well,” Avery said, giving Colt a very open appraisal.

  “I try. You look hot as always.”

  “Thank you.” Avery wore his usual attire of pressed slacks, but he’d traded his button-up for a thin, gray sweater. His hair was down, in glossy chestnut waves across his shoulders that Colt really wanted to run his fingers through.

  “So do I get to know where we’re going for our date?”

  “You get a hint, and that hint is San Jose.”

  San Jose was the closest major city to Garrett, with San Francisco farther north and on the other side of the bay. San Fran had always been Colt’s destination of choice when he wanted go out clubbing, so he hadn’t visited San Jose more than a handful of times. There was no telling what Avery had up his sleeve.

  “Let me guess,” Colt said. “You used your wicked online searching skills to carefully plan each stage of this date?”

  “Guilty.” Avery’s tender smile made Colt’s insides melt. “I want us to have a special evening, Colt. You and me, the men we are today, getting to know each other by spending time alone, away from the ranch.”

  “Sounds absolutely perfect.”

  Avery waited until he’d driven down the long, dusty track from the ranch to the main road and stopped to lean over and kiss him. Thoroughly. Colt nearly demanded he park them right now so they could make out for real, but Avery pulled back with flushed cheeks and kissed-wet lips. “I couldn’t really do that with so many people watching,” Avery said. “Not if we want this kept quiet.”

  “Understood, and wow.” Colt licked his lips, still able to taste Avery. “And can I just say that kiss was totally worth the wait?”

  “I know it was.” The confident Dom voice mixed with Avery’s normal tone and sent shivers down Colt’s spine. “You know I’ll always take care of you, Colt, right?”

  “Of course. You took care of me when I didn’t even know what I wanted.” Colt had often showed up for his appointments with only the vaguest idea of what he needed from a scene, and each time, through friendly conversation, Avery broke through Colt’s real issue and discovered the thing that would soothe him, be it a flogging on the St. Andrew’s Cross, or a long spanking on the bench. He always helped Colt fly.

  “So same rules as always tonight. Let go and allow me to lead.”

  Colt grinned. “Yes, Sir.”

  They chatted about nonsensical things and listened to the radio on the forty-five-minute drive to San Jose. Leaving the quiet of the mountains for the hustle of city life always discombobulated Colt for a few minutes, but he acclimated quickly. He’d lived in Los Angeles for twelve years, after all, so he wasn’t inexperienced with city life.

  Once they were in the city, Avery used his phone’s GPS to land them at San Pedro Square Market. Colt had heard of the place but never visited, and he enjoyed walking around and investigating all the different vendor stalls mixed in with very eclectic restaurants. So many scents and sounds assaulted his senses, and he loved it.

  They settled on Konjoe Burger Bar for an early dinner. Colt wasn’t a picky eater, but he also wasn’t the most adventurous, so he stuck with the basic burger with cheese, while Avery ordered the pork belly sandwich. Colt wasn’t so sure about pickled apples as a topping, but Avery absolutely loved it. Colt’s burger was delicious; he didn’t know what konjoe sauce was, exactly, but it reminded him of a more tomato-based Thousand Island dressing.

  After sampling some beers at an artisan brewery, they set out on foot to their next destination. Avery promised it was only a handful of blocks away, so Colt enjoyed the novelty that was being out and about with his boyfriend. They didn’t hold hands, but they walked closely enough that their elbows and fingers occasionally brushed.

  Avery had bought tickets for them at the San Jose Improv, which was featuring an open mike night. “I thought your odd fondness for reality singing shows might enjoy this,” Avery said.

  “It’s perfect.” Colt had enjoyed attending the occasional improv show back in LA, and he loved that Avery remembered.

  The show ended up being pretty hilarious and also strangely comforting in a way, because the comics were on fire and most of the singers were really good. A young man sang a cover of “Bridge over Troubled Water” that gave Colt chills. An older female comic did a riff on the current president that had both Colt and Avery in stitches.

  After the show, they stopped for coffee and shared a scone. Colt couldn’t have imagined a more perfect date, and on the drive back to Garrett, his brain wouldn’t stop wondering what Avery had up his sleeve once they were home. His skin itched to feel the Asanawa rope against it, to feel the firmness of Avery’s k
nots. The sting of his floggers. It had only been a week, but he ached to feel his Sir inside him again.

  The ranch was quiet when they arrived home, which didn’t surprise Colt. Saturday was everyone’s night off, and most of the guys took advantage by going into the nearby cities to blow off steam, and it was only ten thirty. Colt took a chance on taking Avery’s hand on the walk back to their cabin. Avery smiled and held tight.

  Anticipation hit Colt all at once, sending little shivers down his spine and across his shoulders. His belly tightened, and he was half hard before he had his boots off and the door locked. He drew the curtains and without being asked, lowered himself to his knees and into position.

  “So perfect, pet,” Avery said.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Colt whispered. In the silence of the cabin, anything more was too damned loud.

  “Stand up, undress, and then return to position.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He did exactly as ordered, carefully folding his jeans and putting them away. Everything else went into the laundry hamper. Once he was naked, he knelt again, this time between the two beds.

  Avery opened the bottom drawer of Colt’s chest and removed a few things. Colt was facing the living area, and he didn’t dare break position to look. The rope, he hoped. Avery moved around the room, leaving the objects he was collecting just out of Colt’s peripheral vision, and his anticipation heightened. His erection stood straight out from his body, aching for attention he likely wouldn’t get for a while—not until Sir was ready.

  Something soft whispered across Colt’s shoulders and he shivered. It didn’t feel familiar, the fringe less soft than the flogger Colt had kept. Had Avery gone shopping? He must have, because he continued to trace the stiffer ends of this new flogger against Colt’s skin—his shoulders and back, across his bare backside.