“That’s it, precious,” Luc crooned. “Trust me. I’m going to make us both come. Now!”
The word rang inside Drew’s head as his climax burst free. It felt as if the cum spurted from every pore. His whole body shook with it. He couldn’t keep his eyes open a second longer as his breathing stopped. He toppled forward, only to be caught by strong arms that held him, caressed him, and milked the last bit of cum from his cock. Drew gasped and took in great, sobbing breaths. He wrapped his arms around his Master and clasped Luc’s firm ass.
Small kisses rained down on one side of his neck, then the other. “So strong, my precious boy, so strong. I’m proud of you.”
The words of praise sent a shiver down his body. “Thank you, Master.” He dared to say the word out loud and hoped it was true.
Luc chuckled in his ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more pleased to be called that.” He gently pushed them apart and perused Drew. “Hmm, I seem to have done a good job of not leaving fingerprints. That’s always awkward to explain to friends and co-workers.”
Drew smiled. “I don’t care. I have two weeks of leave. Plenty of time for marks to fade.”
Luc dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “Don’t tempt me.” Clasping Drew’s arm with one hand, he dragged him towards the bathroom. “We need to clean up quickly and leave before the Dungeon Mistress has both our sets of balls.” He glanced sideways at Drew. “Hungry?”
Drew thought about it a moment and realised he was starving. “I could eat,” he agreed.
“I know an excellent all-night diner a few blocks from here. We’ll grab a bite, get to know each other better.” He swung Drew around for a quick kiss. “You’re an intriguing man, Captain Atkins. They say playing with someone you really care for is the best kind of scene. I’ve never put that theory to the test, I’m sorry to say. Being with you, I’m encouraged to try.” He stared hard at Drew. “Does that scare you?”
Drew held the gaze. “No.” He didn’t have the words to explain how safe he felt with this man, so he hoped his thoughts and feelings showed through his eyes.
Luc smiled. “Good. After we eat, we can get some rest at my place, and, if you’re up for it, play the day away.”
The idea alone made Drew’s well-pleased cock start to rise. Holy crap, it was as if he were seventeen again. He took his Master’s hand and placed it against the hardening flesh. “Getting there.”
With a laugh, Luc pulled him into a tight embrace. “I don’t know what made me ever think one night in a dungeon with you would be enough.”
Drew relaxed his body into the embrace, every fibre of his being content. “Neither do I, Master. Neither do I.”
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Chapter One
“Isaac…?”
Isaac Newhouse knew that voice like he knew his own thoughts. “Yes, Tom?”
“I was thinking… You’re not going to get angry at me? Or think I’m weird?” The twenty-two-year-old looked genuinely shy, and Isaac wondered if it was about something other than sex. Because after the vibrator, the blindfold and the handcuffs, what could possibly make Tom worried that his lover would frown in disapproval?
“Why don’t you tell me? Probably the worst you’ll hear from me is ‘sorry, this time it’s no’. And you know very well there isn’t much of a chance of that. I admit I lack somewhat in the fantasy and imagination department, but luckily I have you for that.” Isaac smiled reassuringly. “Unless you’re asking me to go to a bar, pick up a stranger and have sex with him while you’re watching us, because that is one of the very few things I’m unable to give to you.”
“What…? You think I’m some kind of pervert?” Tom huffed. “It’s nothing like that at all. I want you to tell me what to do. That’s all. As long as it has something to do with sex, of course, in case you’re thinking about the kitchen floor needing a good scrub.”
Isaac scratched his head. He loved Tom with all his heart, mind and body, but during moments like this he couldn’t help but wonder if they even lived on the same planet. “Tell you what to do? Why? When I’m in the mood, you’re always more than willing to have sex. What more could I possibly ask of you?”
“This was a stupid idea.”
“Not stupid.” Isaac touched his lover’s shoulder. “Please don’t say that. But do I understand correctly? You want me to ask you to perform a number of sexual acts over the day and you promise to do them?”
“Sort of.” Tom shrugged. “It’s the weekend, we have two days to ourselves and I’ve been having fantasies about being dominated by my strong older man.”
“Oh.” Isaac fell quiet.
“Please don’t think what I think you’re thinking. I don’t want you to be a domineering brute who couldn’t care less about me. I love you for being sweet, patient, introverted, old-fashioned you. Knowing you, you’re going to order me to do things I love anyway.” Tom gave Isaac a quick kiss. “Just pretend you’re a bit more dominant than we both know you are, please?”
Isaac kissed him back. “Promise you won’t be disappointed?”
“That would be a first. Perhaps you don’t have a natural talent for kinky stuff, but you’re willing to give almost anything a try because of me. And oh, man, that is really something.” Tom now stood even closer to Isaac.
Very, very close.
“Getting excited about what I might ask of you? Wondering if it’s something we’d usually do anyway? Perhaps I’m going to order you to go to the drawer where you keep all the sex toys and lube. Or perhaps…” Isaac teased his lover.
Tom ghosted his lips against Isaac’s ear. “You think this might be the perfect moment to confess I bought some new stuff online?”
“You did, eh? Then I have to personally inspect the sex toys drawer to see if I actually approve of what you’ve bought. Now, you be a good bloke and make us a cup of tea while I take a look at what you ordered at the web-store for grown-ups.” Isaac patted Tom’s behind and walked straight to their bedroom, knowing when he got back there would be two mugs of hot tea on the table and one extremely eager Tom waiting for him on the couch.
He recognised most of the objects—the half-dozen different brands of lube, the handcuffs and the blindfold, the vibrating, bright red dildo and… Oh…
Tentatively, he took the larger-than-average butt plug in his hand. The solid weight of smooth black silicone was something he both could and couldn’t imagine pushing inside his lover’s arse, keeping him stretched and ready for almost immediate use. Once the plug was fully inserted, the flat round disk would be the only reminder of what was hidden inside. Isaac realised Tom could wear the plug while fully dressed.
He didn’t even look at the other recent purchases. This was more than enough for now. He placed the plug on the bed, together with a full bottle of lube. After getting a towel from the cupboard, he looked one more time in the toy drawer and hesitated at the sight of the leather cock ring, remembering the last time Tom had used it. He tried to ignore the erection pushing against the fabric of his cotton boxer shorts.
Although, why should he?
“Tommy?” He walked into the living room. “I want something from you. Right now, please.”
“What do you think about the new toys? You like them?”
“Later…” Isaac opened the button of his jeans. “You don’t need to do anything fancy. Just blow me and I’ll be fine.”
Why did it give him such a thrill to say those words? To see the expression of pure joy and excitement on Tom’s face? To see him kneeling down, lowering the zipper, getting Isaac’s hard flesh out and following his instructions to the letter?
Towering over his lover, he allowed Tom to do all the work, resisting the urge to thrust his cock down his willing throat. It was Tom’s job to please him. He came fast and hard, thankful for the sturdy table to lean against. His lover looked up at him and the adoration in his eyes
was almost too much for Isaac.
“You did fine. Thank you.” Why did he sound as if he were praising a puppy? “Now, drink your tea before it gets cold. After that I want you to go to the bedroom. There’s something interesting waiting for you on the bed.”
“Fuck, you’re really doing it.”
Isaac smiled as he zipped up again. “I’m trying.”
“This is more than trying.” Tom hastily drank his tea. “You told me to, or else I would have enjoyed the taste of your cum just a little longer.”
Just as he was going to say sorry, Isaac realised Tom was giving him a compliment. “I’m sure you’ll get another taste of me before the day or—by that time—night is over.”
“Sucking you made me…you know…” Tom pointed at the clearly visible bulge in his jeans.
“I noticed. In fact, I could look at it for hours. But I want you to go to our bedroom and use what you’ll find on the bed.”
“You’re not going to watch to see if I’m doing everything as you instructed?”
“I trust you. Don’t forget to get dressed again before you get back here. And yes, I know those jeans are tight.” He paused for dramatic effect. “But I’m not taking you out naked, no matter how many men and women would love that idea.”
Tom clearly hadn’t expected this development, and for a moment Isaac was certain this was as far as it would go.
But Tom smiled from ear to ear. “Is it a surprise where we’re going?”
“Not really. I’m taking you for lunch at that new place we talked about last week. I’m in the mood to spoil you.”
There was some honest concern in Tom’s eyes, but also an excitement that told Isaac he was hitting the right spot.
“You want me to hurry?”
“I want you to be careful not to hurt yourself. If you insist on feeling pain this weekend, I’ll do it myself, so you don’t get hurt by accident. Is that clear?”
Was he willing to go that far? But he already had. He remembered their extremely rough lovemaking session less than a fortnight ago, with Tom handcuffed to the kitchen table and taken after only the most minimal of preparations. Or that time…
Tom’s kiss brought Isaac back to the present. “I know I’m safe in your hands. Doesn’t matter what dirty fantasies I come up with.” Then he headed to the bedroom.
Isaac drank his tea, trying not to think too much about what they were about to do and failing miserably. Asking Tom to have lunch at The Red Cat had been on his mind since last week, but not quite in this manner.
He wondered why he was still sometimes surprised at what his imaginative lover could come up with. Set in his mildly pleasant routine as a bachelor closer to his fortieth birthday than his thirtieth, holding a middle-management job at an insurance company named Safety First, Isaac Newhouse could hardly have been considered the man of anyone’s dreams. Until two years ago, when a twenty-year-old with unruly, dirty-blond hair and a catching smile had bumped into him while he was standing in line at the supermarket checkout.
Tom Kershey—bright student, talented young writer of short stories and yet such a foolish boy—had ignored the plain, visible fact. Instead of facing the truth that there were eighteen years between them, he talked about gentle brown eyes and a body that totally did it for him. Tom had explained that when his mum had been his age, she had fallen in love with a man even older than Isaac, and that there was no way you could ever find a couple as happily married as his parents.
When he’d finally realised Isaac wasn’t able to listen to what he was trying to say, he had simply taken the man to his bed. The first night stretched into the day and became another night, until days turned into weeks, then months. One year became two.
Every single morning, Isaac marvelled at the sheer miracle of waking up to Tom’s warm body plastered against his.
“Isaac? I’m ready.” Tom stood a few steps away from his lover, to give him a chance to take a good look.
“Oh, my.” Yeah, that was so eloquent.
Isaac’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of that sweet, slightly crooked grin on a face so young-looking that Tom still got carded when he tried to order a beer. “You can say that again, yes. Freakin’ huge thing.”
“You ordered it, so don’t complain to me about it. But seriously, you’re absolutely sure it’s okay to go out?” He had to trust Tom on this.
“I’ll manage for an hour or so, though sitting down will be very interesting.” Then, looking at Isaac’s expression, he added, “Don’t worry, I tried it out already and it’s possible. Not comfortable, mind you, but possible. And yes, I took a leak and cleaned myself before I worked the butt plug in and put the cock ring on.”
The shape of his lover’s erection was so clearly outlined against the fabric of his jeans that the delightful obscenity made Isaac stare for several seconds. It also made him grateful for the knee-length coats they would both be wearing.
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