by Lee Benoit
"Boy."
A very undignified noise escapes me, and I run. Lomi runs, too, and somehow we get all tangled up in each other so that when I reach Chief's arms, I sort of collapse into them, half forward momentum and half falling down.
I hear myself ask Chief what happened to him, but I don't really listen to the answer. Something about State Police interception at the border and confusion about jurisdiction that resulted in Manton's helicopter using its superior firepower to make an escape. His scent in my nose is so loud, you know? I can't hear anything else. Chief's battered body tells part of his story for him; there's a bruise over his left eye, and his knuckles are scraped, which I feel when he rubs my face with them.
"Shush, boy," he says, and folds his arms around me, squeezing me so hard the blood roaring in my ears momentarily drowns out the sound of his voice. "There's still work to do."
Epilogue. Rampant Courting
I guess I can't blame Chief for the gag.
When he said there was still work to do, he meant it. We delegated as much as we could, but getting all the dogs back to their owners and getting everybody up to speed on aftercare for the pups' injuries was a big job. Thank all the little gods the fire house mutts were mostly okay, or we would have needed to stay at the station with them all night.
It was something special, after the last twenty-four hours, to find Chief and I could work together. I tried more than once to tell him how sorry I was that I hadn't followed his plan, that I knew I'd nearly fucked everything up. He brushed me off the first couple times, but when I tried again after we gobbled our stand-up supper of artichoke burritos courtesy of Bennie, he took me by the shoulders and gave me a little shake.
"Endicott Thorne, you listen to me. This past day has been full of mistakes. Not just yours, but mine. You know the dragons, and I didn't trust that."
"We're still feeling our way, huh, Chief?"
He gave a short nod. "Being together got in the way. That won't happen again."
Icicles prickle along my guts. "You mean we can't be together? Chief, no! Nothing like today is ever going to happen again. Please, say we're not through."
I don't know what I was expecting Chief to do, but busting out laughing certainly wasn't it. "My little drama queen," he says. "We have no idea what other disasters these dragon dogs of yours have in store for us. We prepare as best we can. What I meant about not letting us get in the way of our jobs is that we're still working out what us is all about. We're gonna work on that tonight.
For now, back to work."
So back to work it is until toward midnight when we finally get home and just falling into bed is a painfully attractive option until Chief strips off his uniform and calls me into the shower.
While I wash all his bruises and he washes mine, I try to winkle out of him what he meant about clarifying our relationship.
"Been a long time for me, Endi."
I have no idea what that means, and it must show on my face 'cause Chief says, "I haven't been in a real relationship in years, and I haven't had a sub in longer than that."
That makes me sad and delighted all at once. I'm Chief's real relationship, and his sub, I hope.
The feeling emboldens me to tease, "So you're saying you're an old-school top with a new age bottom?"
He smirks. On him, smirking's sexy. "I'll show you old school, boy," he rumbles, pressing my shoulders so I kneel on the tile.
One very enthusiastic blow job later, we're in bed and I'm gagged against what Chief calls 'adrenaline patter.' Instead, he's the one talking.
"It's all about trust, boy." I'm under Chief and his heavy body is pressing me down while he kisses my mouth and face in that leisurely way only a mature man who's come once can manage.
I haven't come at all, and that blasted adrenaline has my boner surging and wilting at the most alarming rate. The way Chief keeps running his tongue just between my stretched lips and the rubber gag is so excruciatingly hot I start to imagine that just that could make me come. Still, everything Chief's done so far is very vanilla, and I wonder when we're gonna get to the kinky stuff.
Turns out the talking is the kinky stuff.
He's kneading my belly, tracing my ribs, cupping my shoulders. "I'm gonna get a hank of rope and truss you up." His hands stroke my arms as his knees spread my legs. "You won't be able to move, and that's when I'll blow you. Slowly."
Can't we do that now? I try to beg with my eyes, but Chief just presses me into the mattress with his hairy chest and hard, round belly.
More of those around-the-gag kisses have me writhing. "Those aren't my only plans." Chief's mouth travels to my nipples, sucking and licking but not biting. "Gonna work your little nips 'til they're screaming and then put little rings here."
"Maybe big ones," he adds with a wicked grin when my eyes widen. I whimper. With a few sentences, Chief's taken everything to a whole new place. He's schooled me, that's for sure. I only hope I can keep up with him. Chief moves back up to my throat, working up tender little marks. "I'm gonna spend months training your ass to take my fist."
Panting through a ball gag is no mean feat, but I manage it.
In a quick move I don't see coming -- I'm distracted by the idea of Chief's big, bony hand in my little, tender ass, can you blame me? -- Chief flips me over. He rubs my ass, pulls the cheeks apart, and blows on my hole. It reminds me of our spanking. I really, really want to know there's more spanking to come. "I'm gonna get a nice cage and deny your prick for days. Spank your ass and your balls every day for a week until you scream every time you feel my hand near you."
He jiggles my balls with his palm and I'm ready to scream right then. Careful what you wish for, eh?
I whimper for probably the fiftieth time since we came to bed, desperate to let Chief know that I'm right there with him. I'm not ready for half the stuff he's talking about, but I trust him to now when I am ready, just like he's trusting me to hear all this tonight.
"Now that we have world enough and time, boy, I've got plans. All that? All I want to do with you? It's in our future. One day soon, I'm gonna suspend you from the ceiling and drill down into your ass like a derrick."
I hear lube squelching as he slicks up, and I'm so, so ready. My ass tilts up and I spread until I can feel the night air cool my hole.
"Slut," Chief says, fondly and with the nicest slap to my butt. Then he pushes in, without stretching me or anything, and I can't breathe for a minute. I feared we'd lost this. Thought we'd lost our chance to be us, you know? Despaired of learning how to be Chief's honest-to-goodness, now-and-forever bottom.
Chief hilts inside me and gods above and below! It turns out almost-lost-you sex is even better than make-up sex.
Waves rush in my ears while Chief saws in and out. I know he can go forever once he's had one orgasm, so I settle in with what passes for a beatific smile when your lips are stretched around a ball gag.
"Gonna prove you're mine, every day."
Well, yeah. On his next withdrawal, Chief keeps going until the plum head of his cock pops out of my ass. No, no, no. I wriggle frantically, trying to grab it with my cheeks. I must look ridiculous.
"Beautiful," Chief murmurs before he flips me onto my back again.
This time, when he goes inside me, he stops and stays, staring into my eyes. He shoves his hand under the pillow and pulls something out to dangle before my eyes. Takes me a second to adjust my focus from him to the thing he's holding. It's a platinum necklace, like the simple one he wears every day. I make an interrogatory grunt -- for me? -- and he grins as he opens his hand and shows me the rest. The links are interrupted at the front by a pair of wings.
"You'll wear it?"
I nod enthusiastically.
Chief rests his weight on me while he reaches to clasps the collar around my neck, settling the wings over the hollow of my throat. My eyes fill with tears of love and lust and need-to-come- like-now, and he finally starts rocking into me. I'm close and he knows it, the beautiful basta
rd.
We're safe and we did our job and we're fucking and I'm wearing his collar. How could I not be teetering on the edge? He brings me over with what he says next.
"Then let's fly together."
ENDICOTT REX: DRAGONWALKER 2
Copyright © 2009 by Lee Benoit
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