Thankfully, it was only from about ten minutes ago. Dude, you okay? Or are you still fucking him?
I snorted. Do you really want the gory details of our gay sex? My asshole is never gonna be the same again. He fucked me so hard, I forgot my name. I’m fine. Going to sleep in a few. Will text tomorrow.
It took less than a minute for his reply. GROSS! I didn’t need to know that.
I snorted and showed the conversation to Mal, who gave a snort too.
“Hang on,” he said, grabbing his own jeans and pulling out his phone. He climbed onto the bed and patted the spot next to him. I joined him as he typed something out, grinned at me, and held up one finger.
Sure enough, only a minute later, I got another message from Mike. I officially hate you. I will have nightmares for a week.
I couldn’t stop from laughing again. “What did you tell him?”
He held up his phone. You’re just jealous you don’t have a big bear with a huge cock to wreck your ass too.
I almost died, I laughed so hard. I forgot to breathe. I replied to Mike quickly. Oh, Mikey. Who are you fantasizing about? Master Nash? ’Cause you can’t have Mal. That dick is all mine. As soon as I hit send, I couldn’t believe how possessive I’d been. But when Mal peeked over my shoulder and read it, all he did was kiss my cheek.
Mike’s reply was simple. Die in a fire. This brought more laughter from us, but a moment later, Mike sent a second one. Happy for you. Night, man.
Night. I replied and set the phone aside. I still wasn’t sure if I should be getting comments like that. I couldn’t quite believe that after all the other Doms, after the guys I’d tried to date who didn’t want me, someone as wonderful as Mal could. I shook my head at myself, annoyed with my train of thought.
“Onto your stomach, baby. I need to put some lotion on you.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You do?”
He nodded. “And it seems I’m going to have a word or two with Nash. None of your other Doms did either, did they?”
I frowned. “Well, uh, Master Nash did a few times. But not often.”
He shook his head. “Come on, onto your stomach.”
I did as he asked, and he opened a bottle and squirted some into his hand. He held it in his fist for a moment, then smoothed it over my skin. I moaned softly, the cool lotion feeling good on my welts.
“It helps keep them from leaving anything more than minor bruises or marks. Yes, you want to feel these for a few days,” he said, when I opened my mouth. I closed it, chagrined at being read so well again. “But,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “The sooner you get better… the sooner I can make you fly again.”
I liked the sound of that. I rested my head on my arms as he worked lotion into my skin all the way down. He set the bottle aside and turned the light off at the same time, then slid down under the covers again. When he was settled, he held his arms out.
I didn’t hesitate to move into them.
He wrapped them around me gently, kissing my forehead. “It’s sub drop.”
“What?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Your emotions. The need to be close. It’s sub drop. It happens sometimes after an intense scene. And we had not one, but… really two of them. I should have taken better care tonight.”
I shook my head. “No, please don’t regret that. I’m sorry, I…. Can I do something different so I don’t, uh, drop?”
He smiled, though it wasn’t his usually wide one. “No, baby. It’s not your fault. I’m just going to have to keep you with me until you feel better.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I’ll be okay.” I dropped my gaze and stared at his chest hair, itching to play with it, but I was too unnerved by the conversation. “You don’t have to feel like you have to keep me or something just for that.”
“You need to be close, that’s part of the drop. You’ll want to touch, and I certainly don’t mind that. Be as clingy as you need.” This time he did grin. “I’m not going to turn that down.”
I frowned, not quite understanding, except I knew he was at least partially right. My emotions were kind of wrung out. And I did want—need—to touch.
I resisted the urge to bite my lip. “I don’t think it’s just the… drop… that makes me want to touch you.”
He brushed his thumb over my cheek. “We’ll see.”
But I still didn’t like his expression, and that I couldn’t figure it out frustrated me. “I’ll be okay. You don’t have to keep me just for this.”
“Let me have my excuse. You’ll go home without me soon enough,” he murmured, kissing my forehead again. He reached down and tilted my chin, then kissed my lips too.
I wanted to tell him I didn’t really want to go home without him, but I knew that was ridiculous. I couldn’t see the clock, but I was pretty damned sure it wasn’t 7:00 p.m. the next day, so I hadn’t known him a full twenty-four hours. Hell, it wasn’t even 7:00 a.m., so not even twelve hours. I knew, intellectually, I couldn’t want, couldn’t care for someone that much in so short a time. It was probably the sub drop, like he said.
But that didn’t really feel right, and deep down, I was pretty sure I was fooling myself. I just hoped I’d figure it out before I made a fool of myself to him.
Chapter 7
Mal
I COULDN’T have gotten that lucky. I was pretty sure I was still asleep and dreaming. It just didn’t seem possible that the beautiful boy I’d had in my arms all night was now between my legs, waking me up with a blow job.
I opened my eyes to see the covers pulled back. Yes, Kyle’s brown head was bobbing on my dick.
While I was debating taking control, he sucked hard once more, and that was all it took.
When I could breathe again, I looked down at him to see him grinning up at me. I held my hand out, and he crawled up my body, settling on top of me, and I kissed him while I tried to decide if I wanted to be more Dom or lover. Did I want to deny him or make him come?
We broke apart, and the heat in his eyes decided for me. I hauled him up until his cock was in front of my face, opened my mouth, and pulled him in until I’d swallowed him. When he’d finished, I helped him resettle on top of me, in my arms again.
“Wow,” he muttered, rubbing his face over my chest hair, still working to catch his breath.
I smiled widely at him. “I like when you do that,” I murmured, brushing his hair back. He looked up and blinked at me. “The way you rub over me, like you’re trying to crawl into me.” He blushed, but I tilted his chin up. “No, don’t. I mean it.” I tightened my arms, and he sighed, resting his face against my chest again. “You like my hair?”
“Yeah, I do. I didn’t used to be one much for body hair, but on you it fits.”
I couldn’t resist smiling at that. “Well, I’m glad. How are you feeling this morning?”
He frowned. “Not sure yet. Uh, physically, I feel good.” He wiggled a little. “Ass is still sore.”
I chuckled. “That’s going to be for a while.”
He grinned. “I’m glad for it.” He pursed his lips. “Balls are still a bit sore.” I reached down and cupped them, and he winced. “Maybe more than a bit.”
“We’ll take care of you,” I said, kissing his forehead. I had the urge to kiss him a lot and decided not to think too much about it. I peeked over his shoulder, then nudged him onto the bed. “Lay on your stomach, baby,” I said and waited for him to do so. I ran my hand over his back, then legs. “Back’s pretty much clear. Most of the cane welts look better, but will probably be there for a while yet.”
Kyle curled up, trying to look over his back.
I couldn’t resist another grin. “They’re still there, don’t worry.”
He blushed. “I like having them.” He shrugged a shoulder.
“Well, your ass is still nice and warm,” I said, running my hand over each cheek and squeezing slightly. He winced and moaned at the same time.
“I don’t know whether to be aroused or uncomfortabl
e….”
“How about both?” I asked, kissing him and swatting said sore ass.
He winced harder. “I think I’ll go with uncomfortable for now.”
With another peck to his forehead, I laughed and sat back. “How about some breakfast? We’ll take a pillow down with us.”
He grinned. “I don’t need a pillow.”
I swatted his ass again, not keeping it gentle this time, and he winced much harder. “Are you talking back to me, boy?”
Kyle shook his head quickly. “No, Master.”
I caught his lips, kissing him thoroughly this time. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
“Okay,” he murmured, looking abashed. “Thank you.”
I climbed out of bed, snatched up my jeans and T-shirt from the night before, and tossed them in the hamper. “We’ll put those in the washer, if you want. I’ve got some sweats. They’ll be big, but we can tie them if you want to get dressed.”
He hesitated, holding his jeans and T-shirt. He bit his lip and looked up at me without answering.
“Okay, I’m going to have to lay down a few rules, I guess. Number one, if I ask your opinion, you have two possible answers.” I held up one finger. “One, your actual opinion. Not what you think I want to hear, but what you want.” I held up a second finger. “Or two, that you don’t have an opinion, but only if you truly don’t have one. I will never get upset at you for what you want.”
He looked relieved. “Yes, Master. I-I don’t have an opinion on this. What would you like me to do?”
“All right. I’ll accept that. In this case, then, I want you naked.” I liked the small smile on his face my order brought out. “I like looking at your body. I’d rather keep the house warmer and be able to look at it.” He blushed and I grinned, then sobered. “Rule number two is that lip biting has to go. Since I’ve said this more than once already, I think you need correction. Since you’re sore and pain isn’t pleasure for you right now, I’m going to swat you for it. Five each time you do it. Got me?”
He nodded and swallowed. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll try harder.”
“I know you will. Now.” I waved my hand toward the bed, and he braced himself on the end, pushing his ass out. “Count them.” I rubbed his ass cheeks briefly, then brought my hand down hard on the left cheek.
He grunted. “One. Thank you, Master.” He jumped with each hit, his voice getting more strained with every count. By the time I’d delivered four, he was near tears. The fifth one, I gave to both cheeks, causing him to jump even harder. “Five.” His voice caught on an almost sob. “Thank you, Master.” He whimpered quietly.
I could tell he wanted to rub his ass, but I took his wrists in hand. I pulled him to me and kissed him. “Why did I do that?”
“I was biting my lip when you told me not to.” He hiccupped. “More than once, you’ve asked me to stop.”
I rubbed my hand over his ass, not gently to soothe, and squeezed slightly. He whimpered again, rocking against me. “You going to bite it anymore?”
He shook his head quickly. “No, Master. I’m sorry.”
“Good, forgiven. Now, it’s over. You were amazing, boy.” I caught his lips in a long kiss. He melted into me and I savored holding him close. When we broke apart, I looked into his deep green eyes. “How are you emotionally?”
He swallowed and appeared to consider it carefully. “I’m not sure yet. I… I do want to be close. To touch.”
I nodded, satisfied for now. “Well, I’m happy to have you close.” I nuzzled his face and held him for a long moment.
He smiled, and with one more quick kiss, I stepped away and pulled out sweats and a T-shirt. I looked over him, loving the red ass I’d given him, the welts on his legs, the way the marks stood out against the rest of his pale body. His lean muscles gave him definition in all the right ways. My boy wasn’t some skinny twink. He could take anything I gave him, and it made my dick twitch thinking about it. His big green eyes, messy brown hair, and pixie face were going to steal my heart, I knew it. The thought made me want to keep him forever. God, he was beautiful.
“If you get cold, you tell me.”
He nodded. “I will, Sir.”
I realized as I grabbed my hamper to take it downstairs how easily I’d just stepped into the Master role with him. Not just his Dom, but a full-on Master. I didn’t even really give him much choice. True, he still wore my collar, and he’d asked for it back the night before when he’d been given a chance to leave it off. But even so, I couldn’t just go around making rules and demands without talking to him first. Whether it was for a couple of days or more, it wasn’t up to me to simply pass edicts, Master or not.
I had him put his clothes in the hamper, then led him out into the hall. I pointed at the two doors opposite the master bedroom. “On the left is the guest room. It used to belong to a roommate, but I’m alone now. Next to it is my small home gym.”
He raised his eyebrows. “May I see it, Sir?”
“Sure.” I crossed the hall and pushed open the door. “Nothing fancy. But a lot of the gym rats annoyed me, so I got my own stuff. Weight bench, treadmill, a few free weights were enough for me. I didn’t need a lot of the fancy stuff at the gym anyway.” I pointed to the TV on the wall. “I can admit I get bored on the treadmill.”
He laughed. “You have music too?”
I pointed to the speaker on a shelf mounted behind the weight bench. “Speaker dock. I have an iPod I got just for the car and in here. I’m not a fan of Apple products, but….” I shrugged.
He nodded. “There’s a gym in my building, but I always get weird looks because I don’t work out to bulk up. I’m usually on the treadmill or down in the pool. And yeah… iPod for a few things, that’s it.” He grinned and I returned it.
“I thought I pegged you for a runner or swimmer.”
He blushed. “How?”
“Those legs. And your ass.”
His blush deepened. “Uh, thanks.”
I chuckled and kissed him, then led him to the last set of doors on that floor. I glanced at him, then pushed them open. “This hasn’t been used in two years. I hope to change that, now.” I flipped a switch and the wall sconces turned on. The light wasn’t bright, deliberately, coming from several fixtures set around the room. A simple metal-framed double bed sat in one corner. A St. Andrew’s Cross that I’d built myself took up another. The corner opposite the Cross held a spanking bench, also made by me. Between the two, a cabinet covered the window and held most of my toys, lube, and the like. I had hooks on the wall for some of my ropes and most of my impact implements, including some of my floggers, paddles, crops, and straps. A tall can holding my canes sat on the floor next to the cabinet. Mirrors reflected the back of the Cross and spanking bench so I could see my sub’s face no matter how I had him arranged. The floor was covered in a deep red carpet, and the exposed beams had been finished. In the center of the room, I had heavy bolts fixed in the ceiling where I could hang the sling I kept in the closet, or hook chain and cuffs, among other things.
Kyle gasped and I looked over at him, grinning at his wide eyes. “Wow.”
I pulled him against me, wrapping my arm around him. “I’d love to see you bound on that Cross, boy. Cock and balls where I can torment them. Hmm?”
“Oh fuck yes, Sir.” He nearly moaned.
I smiled. “When you’re healed.” I kissed his temple, flipped the switch, and closed the doors. “Why don’t I show you the first floor? I don’t think you saw much of it last night.” I grinned. “If I recall correctly, you were wrapped around me with your face in my neck when we got here.”
He blushed adorably again. “Uh, yeah, something like that,” he mumbled.
At the bottom of the stairs, I pointed to a door to the right. “My office. Nothing really exciting in there except my computer.” He raised his eyebrows, and I remembered he was a geek like me. So I led him to the door and opened it. “The rig I have here was originally a gaming machine.”
/> “Oh, nice!”
I chuckled. “Thanks. I used to be a gamer. Haven’t played much recently.”
“Really? What do you play?” He turned to me, tilting his head.
“Uh, first-person stuff, mostly. I did play a bit of World of Warcraft. But not a lot recently. I’ve been spending a lot of time at work.”
“Oh. I haven’t been in Azeroth in ages.” He gazed at my computer. “Three monitors. Really nice.”
I laughed. “Thanks. They’re kind of wasted these days.”
He shook his head. “Shame.”
“It is,” I agreed and led him back out to the big open room that held my living room and dining room. Off to the right was a fireplace, a large screen television mounted above it. Bookshelves flanked the hearth and stretched around the side to the other wall, interrupted by a window seat. The shelves ended where the dining room began, though my simple round wooden table and chairs set was hardly formal. The sofa and armchairs I had were more fluffy and comfortable than anything else. The coffee table used to be a pallet that I’d converted.
“I love this room,” Kyle murmured.
That made me smile again. “Thanks. I’m glad you like it.” I led him around the corner, waving toward the functional kitchen. “When I bought the place, the appliances were so old, they were that horrible pea green.” He shuddered and I chuckled. “Yeah. I basically ripped out the entire kitchen and started over. Stainless steel looks a lot better.”
He nodded. “It does. The microwave is the only thing that gets much action in my kitchen.” He blushed. “I’m not much of a cook. I want to learn, but cooking for one isn’t much fun.”
“I gotcha. I know the feeling.” I tilted my head toward the stove. “I’m looking forward to cooking for you. Let me get these started. You can make coffee, yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Coffee and I are best friends.”
With a grin I pointed at the fridge. “Coffee’s in the freezer.”
“I got it.” He paused, then blushed even darker and kissed me on the cheek before hurrying around the island toward the sink.
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