That was right. It wasn’t his responsibility to worry about all this. Julio would decide. Julio would take care of him.
“Seven, Sir.” The honorific rolled off his tongue.
“That’s right, baby,” Julio soothed. “You’re ready now.”
He drew the lace up the back of Taylor’s legs, making him shiver. It pooled at his waist, giving him that gorgeous, exposed feeling again.
The tip of his dick was pressed uncomfortably into the blanket, but Julio’s legs were spread just too wide to touch it on either side. It was driving him crazy.
“Look up.”
Taylor was already in an awkward position, ass in the air and his whole torso resting on his chest with his arms bound behind him. But he looked up anyway, stretching out his neck and welcoming that edge of discomfort. For Julio. That only made everything hotter.
When his eyes focused, he realized that, again, Julio had positioned him in front of the mirror. And he looked wrecked. Wanton and needy, completely available for whatever Julio wanted. His ass was high in the air while Julio’s hand stroked over it, and the white lacy garment pooled around his back.
He closed his eyes.
“Keep your eyes open while I spank you.” Now Julio sounded stern. Serious. Like there might be a penalty if he didn’t obey. That thought sent another shiver through him.
Julio was playing with his bare ass now, squeezing roughly and then soothing with feather-light scrapes of his nails.
Taylor saw him raise a hand, but he had barely enough time to process the idea before that hand landed hot and hard on his buttock. Pain flashed through him, followed by a giddy warmth.
He cried out, watching himself in the mirror. This was good. So good. So much better than anything he’d imagined.
Another slap landed on his other cheek and he arched his back, swinging into the pain. This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for, what he’d been craving. Everything he’d imagined, but so much better than anything he could have dreamed.
Three more blows fell in quick succession, each one harder than the last. His cries merged together, loud and desperate. He was so close to coming that even a few more spankings would push him over the edge.
Then, Julio was squeezing and playing with his ass again. He heard himself whimpering.
“You may not come. Not until I tell you. Now you have two more spankings.” With no more warning, Julio smacked him again. This one really hurt! He bit his lip, feeling the pain settle into his bones and jolt into his aching cock.
“One more.”
The blow fell like lightning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Taylor thrashed on Julio’s legs, desperate to escape the pain and get more of it. His cock was jammed so hard into the bed, and his eyes were desperate in the mirror.
Julio soothed the abused skin with soft hands. “So good, baby. So good taking your spankings.” He glowed inside. “Now I’m going to release your hands.”
Taylor whimpered, already regretting the loss. “You don’t, um, have to.”
Julio chuckled, then gave his ass one last slap. It wasn’t as hard as the others had been, more teasing, but the skin was already hot and sensitive. He couldn’t bite back another moan.
“I’ll decide if I have to or not.” With a single tug, he released the knot. Then he released the knot holding the make-shift dress at the back of his neck. Taylor suddenly didn’t want to lose that either, but he knew better than to object.
“Kneel on the bed.”
Taylor pushed up on his arms, his wrists achy, until he was sitting back on his heels.
Julio pulled his hands into his own lap and began rubbing small circles on the reddened skin. It felt heavenly. “How are you doing, babe?”
He hadn’t been expecting a question right now. Were they done? Julio was still fully clothed, and Taylor was aching to come, especially after all of the teasing earlier. “I’m um, fine. Sir.”
“What are you thinking?”
Taylor was pretty sure Julio was expecting a full answer, but he wasn’t sure he could give it. “That was um, really good. Much better than I imagined it would be. I liked… everything.”
He could still feel the sting on his ass where it pressed into his heels.
“What did you like? Tell me.”
Julio was relentless. He was actually going to have to do this. “I liked it when you… dressed me up. I liked being on display for you.”
Julio continued making the soft circles on his wrists, so he felt like he could continue. “I liked the lace. I mean, I’ve always liked lace, but it was different when you put it on me.”
Julio’s eyes burned, but his voice was calm. “I like dressing you, too. You can expect me to choose a lot of your clothes from now on.” From now on? Fuck yes. “What else?”
“I liked it when you s- spanked me. I thought it would hurt, and it did hurt, but in a good way. It was… really good.”
“I liked spanking you. Your ass is so red with my marks. Anyone who saw you would know that you’re mine. You made me proud with the way you took it, and proud that you didn’t come.”
Julio’s possessive words lit up something inside of him. He hadn’t realized how much he needed that praise until it was washing over him like a warm blanket. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Any other thoughts?”
“Are we um, done? I thought we were going to… do something else.”
“Have sex?”
Taylor felt his face turning red. He’d just been dressed in lace and spanked, his cock was jutting out from his body, and yet hearing the word sex was making him blush like a teenager.
It wasn’t just that, though. He was off balance because he wasn’t sure what he could ask for, or how to ask for it.
Julio grabbed his cock, his fingers barely fitting around its girth. He stroked up and down and Taylor thrust helplessly against him. There was just something so hot about Julio using his cock like it was his own personal toy.
“What if I like you like this, hard and desperate for me? What would happen if I made you wait here, so hard for me, while you watched me come?”
Taylor heard himself whimper. It sounded so terrible and so wonderful all at the same time. “Would I still get to touch you?”
Julio gave him a cool look. “If I wanted you to.”
He was still playing with Taylor’s cock. Knowing that his dick was completely accessible while Julio’s wasn’t to be touched except on command was so fucking hot.
Abruptly, Julio let go. Was that it, then? Was he going to sit there, his cock hard and angry, while Julio got himself off? It would be delicious agony.
He waited for the next command.
Chapter 6
Julio
Julio took in his quivering sub, every whimper and moan like music. He hadn’t planned much beyond where he was now, but Taylor was exceeding all his expectations.
He certainly wasn’t going to leave Taylor hard and desperate for him tonight, though his readiness suggested that some denial play would be in their future soon.
It would be tempting to play that game at work, but with Taylor’s gigantic cock, that would just be obscene. Which might make it more fun. If anyone came in, he’d need to hide behind a car or something, without letting anyone else know what was going on. Oh, Julio was looking forward to this.
For tonight, though, he wanted to hear Taylor screaming his name while he came. But not until he prolonged it for as long as possible. Which gave him an idea.
“Lay on your back.” Watching Taylor scramble to obey just fucking did something to him inside. He wasn’t thinking about what he looked like any more or what could go wrong, just how he could please Julio as quickly as possible.
Julio slipped from the bed and grabbed a satiny scarf from the drawer where he’d stashed it. He stalked toward the bed, watching Taylor’s eyes widen. He loved this moment of anticipation, when the sub didn’t know what he’d planned next. And he especially loved it with Taylor.
H
e dangled the silky fabric down his sub’s thick frame, enjoying the contrast and the gasping breaths. He made sure to run it over his dripping cock several times.
Taylor lay still and compliant, his hands at his sides but with every muscle tense. God, he was so fucking lucky.
When he thought Taylor was about to lose it, he slipped the scarf around the base of his dick and around his balls, then tied a quick-release knot. He slipped a finger beneath the fabric and it fit—barely. That should be safe.
“So pretty,” he cooed. “All wrapped up for me.”
Taylor gazed up at him, confused, eager, and trusting.
“I know it was hard not to come before, so this will make it easier.”
Taylor nodded, his gaze full of trust. If he wasn’t already head over heels in love, that desperate, adoring look would do it. And the way that he was taking to denial. Julio would be special ordering a cock cage soon.
Julio loved keeping him in suspense, not knowing if he would get to come tonight. And that non-verbal dance they’d been doing all night was just beautiful.
Taking one of Taylor’s hands in his own, he licked the first few fingers and guided it to the sub’s cock head. Taylor was cut, so the tip was sensitive and exposed. He groaned when his hand met his own flesh.
Julio pushed Taylor’s hand around the tip in a gentle circle, and then stepped back. Taylor repeated the same motion, his eyes begging as he followed the silent command.
Julio disrobed slowly, never looking away from Taylor’s face. The sub’s eyes darted from his own heavy cock, to Julio’s slim body, and then to Julio’s face. Then he would be hit by another wave of pleasure or Julio would remove another piece of clothing, and his eyes would dart around again.
Julio took his time. Just watching his boy play with himself at his command was so hot. He loved those thick, muscular thighs and ample belly, all on display for him.
Next time he wanted this with skimpy lingerie clinging to his boy’s thick thighs and broad, hairy chest. Oh, he had so many plans for his gorgeous boy.
At last, Julio was naked. He gave his cock a few slow tugs and watched Taylor shudder. His hand stopped moving, so Julio gave his cock a sharp glance. The slow circles resumed.
He returned to his drawer to pull out a few more things that he needed. First, he showed Taylor the handcuffs. They were the same ones he’d used in the photo.
Taylor was clearly having a hard time remembering to stroke himself, so Julio looked pointedly at him until he resumed.
With anyone else he’d be talking through all of this, giving verbal commands, but he and Taylor had always read each other well. This was just adding an amazing new dimension to things.
Watching Taylor not only understand the instructions but obey… God, the intimacy and control just tangled all up together until he could barely remember to breathe.
Of course, it was much more difficult for Taylor, as it should be. He could see the amount of effort his boy was putting into keeping still, and that made him even more beautiful.
He set a condom and a bottle of lube on the bed. He hoped his boy realized that just because he was getting fucked, didn’t mean he was going to get to come.
He watched Taylor try to control his breaths. It was a good idea, but he wanted to make it impossible. He wanted everything. “Show me how you touch yourself. When you’re thinking about me.”
Taylor let out a little sob. Then he reached down with both hands, holding one over the tip while he jerked rapidly up and down his impressive length with the other. He was panting in time to the strokes.
“And how do you imagine me teasing you?”
Taylor looked at him in mute appeal, like he was asking too much. But he wanted everything.
After a moment, the strokes resumed. He alternated hands, running each one up from the base to twist around the tip. He was still panting, but now slower, accompanied by groans.
“Very good, babe.” He mimicked the same motion, marveling at the feel of that girthy cock in his hands at last. That sensitive skin rubbing over hard flesh was driving him out of his mind. Taylor’s hips shot up from the bed and he pushed them down firmly.
“Julio!” he cried out desperately.
He loved making Taylor beg, but it wasn’t going to be enough. “Hands above your head.”
He climbed over Taylor’s body, one knee on each side. As he secured his wrists to the headboard, he let his cock dangle along Taylor’s face and neck. Taylor nuzzled toward it.
“Be still,” he reminded. Then he continued with his work, letting his cock drape against his lover’s skin as if he hadn’t noticed, when in fact every nerve was attuned to the brush of their skin together and Taylor’s jerky breaths.
Once he was satisfied that the cuffs were both secure and unlikely to chafe, he moved off to the side. His baby was chained down and desperate, and he would finally be able to touch his fill.
He moved with no pattern, getting to know every dip and plane of Taylor’s body. He stroked and licked, scratched and bit, wanting to know everything about what turned him on. He licked that delectable cock, barely able to fit his mouth around it, but paid it no more attention than the rest of his sweet body. He got to know the taste and smell of his sweat, burying his face in his armpit and his groin.
He discovered, almost by accident, that his sweet sub liked to have his chest hair pulled. And his pubic hair. God, he loved watching him squirm. The sounds coming out of his mouth only barely resembled words. But most of them were his name.
He nibbled on his nipple while he squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers. With the other hand, he pulled Taylor’s knees up to his chest, one at a time. Taylor rocked to his own rhythm.
He smeared the lube down Taylor’s exposed crack, circling around the tight bud. Taylor was keening when he pushed one finger inside. He was so hot, so impossibly tight. And his wanton cries were driving Julio to distraction.
He pressed against his prostate from the outside while fucking him with one finger inside, showing no mercy. Taylor looked like he was about to explode, and his cock was positively dripping.
Julio savored the taste, which only brought another round of desperate moans from his boy’s lips. Either the ribbon on his cock would keep him from coming, or they’d have some punishment to look forward to.
Julio eased in another finger, and Taylor fucked himself onto them. God, his baby was so needy and gorgeous, completely giving himself over to the pleasure.
After a few thrusts, he dripped on some more lube and then added a third finger, knowing that he was going perhaps a bit too fast but wanting Taylor to feel his need.
When Taylor was moaning and rocking again, he rolled on a condom with his other hand. Stilling his fingers, he positioned Taylor’s feet over his shoulders. All of his sweet boy’s body was open to him. All of this belonged to him.
“What do you want, baby?”
Taylor was almost beyond words. “You, please. You! Need…”
“And what do you want me to do to you?”
“Whatever you want.”
Oh, hell. That was even better than the response he’d been expecting, which was something along the lines of begging to be fucked.
Even now his little sub was ready to sacrifice his own pleasure for Julio’s. Which only made him want to give it more.
“It turns out, I want your tight little ass,” he growled. He hoped Taylor was stretched enough, because he pushed in with one motion.
Taylor arched up and cried out in some anguished combination of pain and pleasure. So good. So tight and greedy and perfect. He kept still until Taylor drew in a few shaky breaths, then plowed in, fast and hard.
“Do you want to come, boy?” There wasn’t a right answer to this question, but there was certainly one he was hoping for.
“If, if you want me to.” Tears leaked from his eyes.
Oh, God, was that the right answer.
Julio felt his orgasm building, and he thrust faster
and faster. He leaned forward to fuck Taylor’s mouth with his tongue. He was so close, so beautifully, painfully close.
With both hands, he reached down to stroke his sub’s cock, and then puzzled his way through the knot by touch until he found the right end to pull.
He leaned back without slowing his pace, taking in every inch of his sub’s flushed, desperate body.
Then he released the ribbon. “Come now, love. Come for me.”
And then they were coming together, Taylor’s hot cum spurting and flowing out of his thick cock. Julio felt the waves crashing over his own body as he filled the condom, filling his sub.
Some day he wanted to do this bare. Some day he wanted to tie Taylor up and then ride his hard cock, feeling his boy’s cum in his own ass. But, this, right now, was more perfect than anything he’d ever dreamed.
He kept rocking them together, desperately touching and kissing every inch that he could reach. Taking the right cue, Taylor was kissing him back, biting and licking along his shoulders and neck, wherever he could reach. Julio hoped he would leave marks.
When their lips met, it was explosive. He drank and drank from his boy.
At last, he let his spent body drop. He rested a bit of weight on his elbows, but Taylor’s chest was so wide and strong that he knew he could support him.
He eased Taylor’s legs down along his sides, but he wasn’t quite ready to pull out. He needed just a few more minutes just like this.
Taylor nuzzled into his neck, and he returned lazy kisses along his shoulder. He started murmuring praises against his boy’s skin. “So beautiful. So good for me. You were everything I wanted.”
He continued the litany as he ran one hand up Taylor’s arms to release the cuffs. Ever obedient, Taylor left his arms there.
Julio could feel himself softening, and it was too soon. He wasn’t ready for this perfect connection to end. Reluctantly, he reached down with the intention of holding the condom to pull out.
Taylor’s arms came around him, holding him closer. He loved the feel of those strong, wide hands on him. Taylor could practically cover his whole back with just his arms. And right now, it seemed that he didn’t want to move apart, either.
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