by Anna Martin
I was trembling with need and would have been begging for his touch if I were able to get the words out. Then he rearranged my knees so they were wider, and gently started tapping on my scrotum.
Thanks to the ropes I didn’t go through the roof, but I made a fair attempt at it. The sensations were getting too much for me, and I feared I would orgasm from this alone. Then Master started to intersperse these light taps with harder whips, and I felt myself sink deeper into subspace.
“Oh, and you can come when you’re ready,” Master said, almost absently, and I sighed in relief. I wasn’t letting myself get close to orgasm, but as soon as I relaxed, the strain of holding it back became apparent.
Master continued to tap my balls with the crop and leaned around, taking my cock in his hand, which was still slick with oil. It only took a few strokes for me to come, screaming into the gag. It was so intense I was left trembling and shaking all over. Master quickly undid the straps on the gag and stroked my hair, allowing me to come down gently.
When I was done, laid out languid on the bench, he worked to get me free of my bondage, leaving the wrist and neck cuffs in place. His hands were always on my skin, letting me know he was close and taking care of me. It was this act of submission that I reveled in—being taken care of by someone who loved me deeply.
I knew that the session could end at this point; both of us had orgasmed, and we had fulfilled our mutual needs. Some days our session would end at that point, with no penetrative sex whatsoever. That was fine with both of us. There were some days when I found myself literally aching for his touch and for the feeling of completion as he fucked me, and other days when I didn’t want to go there. But the point of being a submissive is yielding to the desires of another, so once I was free of my rope restraints, I stood on shaky feet and laced my hands behind my head again.
Master leaned forward and brushed soft kisses over my mouth, then up the lines of where the straps of the gag had been, soothing away the ache from where they had been pressed into my skin. I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me next.
“On your knees, Jesse,” he said in a soft but authoritative voice, and I immediately complied, sinking down while holding my position with my hands behind my neck. “All fours.”
I dropped forward and held myself perfectly still as he circled me slowly. Then, with a snap of his fingers that indicated I should follow, he walked toward the pulley equipment to my right. Master was the first one to use suspension bondage on me, and although my first experience had been vaguely terrifying, I’d grown to love it.
There were plenty of different ways he could tie me up; some of the more intricate forms of bondage took up to an hour to get into. Master was accomplished in many different types of shibari—rope bondage—and he liked to keep me on my toes by manipulating my body into different positions each time we played.
Master had me stand again, and I dropped my eyes to the floor once I was stable. He had me hold my arms out to the sides as he wound the rope around my chest and upper body, and after a few minutes, this simple task caused my biceps to burn with the effort. Once the first point for the suspension hook was tied, he lowered my arms and cuffed my wrists together so they were held at my lower back. From here, another length of rope was worked over my shoulders, around my sternum and arms, binding them behind me.
The two lengths of rope were left on the floor, and Master left my eyesight for a moment, coming back with two more padded tan leather cuffs, which were secured just above my knees. Two more ropes were then tied to those cuffs, and I was ready.
Master gathered the four ropes in his hands and deftly threw them over his shoulder, out of the way, as he helped me sit down again. The pulley system was lowered until it was a few feet above me, then Master went about securing all of the ropes together through the steel loop and again to a second “safety” point on the ceiling. He pulled my legs up so they were off the ground, and pulled them apart. I could still close them, but why would I want to do that?
Once he was satisfied I was secure, Master pushed the button on the pulley to raise me up, stopping when I was just at the right height for him to fuck me. He left my side for long moments, letting me settle into the ropes, looking up at the black ceiling as he changed the music to a heavier, grittier rock—fucking music. When he returned, I could see a glint of silver in his hand, and he took my chin, tilting it so I was looking at him, and dangled a chain in front of my eyes. He was smirking. They were nipple clamps.
Of course, he knew how fucking sensitive I was there. I glared at him as he brushed his palms against my chest to get my nipples to tighten, and he chuckled at my expression.
“Oh, Jesse,” he sighed. “We’re going to fuck that attitude right out of you.”
And… I was hard again. Dominating Will, my Master, was sexy as all fuck.
It didn’t really hurt when he attached the clamps; it was more like a consistent pressure, which actually felt really good, like he was constantly, gently pinching my nipples. I groaned as he stepped away and left the chain resting on my chest.
It had been too long since he’d fucked me. That was all I could think. Just too long.
He rubbed at my anus with a soft finger, teasing all around the area until I was bucking in my ropes, silently begging him for more. He chuckled softly, and cool, wet lube was added as he slid his finger in to the first knuckle. That was somehow worse; I wanted his cock, not his finger, even as I appreciated his need to prepare me. More lube and a second finger caused me to moan and whimper out loud, earning me a sharp, stinging slap to my ass.
“Shush,” Master reprimanded, and I gritted my teeth against the sounds begging to be released from my throat.
He turned his fingers over and pushed them all the way into me, thrusting a few times before his third finger joined the other two. Despite my earlier orgasm, my balls were aching for another release, and I had to work on all my self-control to remain silent and calm under his clever fingers.
Finally, finally, Master removed his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. His grip on my hips was almost painful, and he moved torturously slow, pressing just inside me and then stopping, then pushing more and stopping again.
“Please, Master, please,” I begged, earning three more sharp slaps to my ass, one for each word, which may have been what I wanted anyway.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
“You to fuck me, please, Master,” I told him.
He slapped me again, but that was feeling nice already, then he plunged himself all the rest of the way inside me. My heart was beating so hard in my chest and my breath was coming out in gasps, but to be filled by him again was amazing, so I could forget everything else.
In that moment I belonged to him, totally, completely, consumed by him. Nothing mattered, no one mattered except the man behind me, taking me to a whole different level of arousal and sex and need, pushing his body into mine over and over, forcing me to submit on a physical and emotional and mental level.
His arm snaked around my body, and he leaned over me, reaching for the chain that connected the clamps on my nipples and yanking them off in a swift move. I screamed out as the blood rushed back to the area—partly from the pain, mostly from the surge of need.
My back arched, and he hit a new spot inside me, and I came so fucking hard, with the sounds of his orgasm following me. He kept thrusting, slow and really deep to draw out the pleasure as long as he could, even though I was so exhausted I could have fallen asleep right there, in my little nest of black ropes.
Master quickly released my legs, removing the ropes so I could put my feet on the floor to steady myself. He rubbed my lower back—a quick, reassuring gesture—then helped me to stand upright while he removed the rest of the bondage.
“How are you doing, Jesse?” he asked softly and kissed my shoulder.
“Fine, Master, thank you.”
He was half a step behind me as I grabbed my pile of clothes and
walked down to the second floor, heading for the small guest bathroom where I usually cleaned up.
“Come with me, today?” he asked. It was a command I could refuse if I wanted to, but there was no way I would. More time with Master was always a good thing.
He led me through to his bathroom and turned on the shower—it was a walk-in style with slate tiles and multiple showerheads. I had been in here once or twice before, but he certainly didn’t make a habit of it.
“Get in,” he said with a smile. I dumped my clothes on the floor and let out a low moan of contentment as the hot water washed away the grime of sweat and sex, and eased the ache in my muscles.
Master followed me in and pulled me back into his arms. The water was hitting my chest, and he filled his palms with shower gel and rubbed it into my skin. Even though my cock responded to his touch, I ignored it. This was about more than the eroticism of him touching my skin. It was a ritualistic thing, him helping me to clean off.
I returned the favor, and Master quickly and efficiently cleaned himself, and then told me to take as much time as I needed. In the guest bathroom I often took long showers, helping me to calm down and find my way back into my own skin. Sometimes Jesse Ross seemed like an entirely different person.
Chapter Two
“DO YOU want to stay for something to eat?” Will asked me when I met him downstairs after I’d finished showering and dressed again. He had changed, too, into jeans and a loose T-shirt, and I couldn’t help but smile. He always managed to look awesome no matter what he was wearing.
“I should get home,” I said, trying not to sound guilty.
“No problem,” he said with a sad smile. I generally tried not to think about the fact that Will was such a sociable person, yet he lived here by himself. He passed me a bottle of water over the breakfast bar from the kitchen, and I hopped up onto the barstool as I answered a chirp from my phone.
Adele: Staying at Lila’s tonight—she just got dumped, again. See you in the morning. - x
“On second thought,” I said, and his face lit up. “Adele’s best friend just broke up with her boyfriend for the third time this month. I can stay if you like.”
“That would be great,” he enthused. “What do you want?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said honestly.
“Chinese?”
“Isn’t that against the rules?” I teased him. One of the agreements I’d made when Will had taken me on was to always eat well and take care of my body to the best of my ability. He needed me fit and healthy for some of the stuff we got up to.
“I’ll let you off, just for tonight,” he said and winked.
I liked that we could still be friends like this. Outside of the playroom our relationship was easy and not at all strained. I knew I could talk to him about pretty much anything. As he ordered the food, I went and helped myself to a beer from his fridge, holding up the bottle and pointing to it to ask if he wanted one too. He nodded enthusiastically, so I popped two open and went to make myself at home on his couch.
There was a replay of a football game on, so I left the volume on low as I caught up on the score and shot off a quick text to Adele to let her know I’d received her message. Will eventually joined me, tucking his bare feet up underneath him on the couch.
“Did you get the Kung Pao chicken?” I asked.
“Yes, Jesse,” he said with a smile.
“Good,” I told him.
While we waited for the food to arrive, we caught up with each other on a social level. He had agreed to take on another project in the technology company he worked for. The bookshop wasn’t my first career choice, but I had started working there when I was still in college. When they offered me a full-time management position when I graduated, I had decided to stay there, just while I made my mind up on whether or not to pursue my master’s in history.
I was slightly surprised to see that it was nearly nine forty-five when the food arrived. We’d been in the playroom for longer than I had thought.
“Do you want to stay tonight?” he asked.
“Sorry?”
“Tonight,” he said. It was possibly the first time I’d ever seen him blush. “Would you stay with me?”
“Uh, sure,” I agreed. There was no reason not to. Adele wouldn’t be home until later in the morning, and as I thought on it, I realized I wanted to.
It was still another couple of hours and several more drinks each before we decided to call it a night. Will sent me up to his room and said he’d lock up then follow me. I stripped down to my boxers and used the toothbrush he kept for me in the second bathroom. There was sort of an easy domesticity between us that I liked—things always seemed slightly more strained with Adele; she could be hard work.
It was slightly more awkward when I got to his bedroom. I didn’t know if he had his “side” of the bed or even if he wanted me in his room. I sat down on the end of the bed and fiddled with my phone, deleting old text messages until he came in.
“I, um, didn’t know where you wanted me,” I admitted.
“Just get in,” he laughed.
“Fuck off,” I muttered. “Which side?”
“I sleep on the left,” he smirked.
“Was that so difficult?” I snarked at him. “You could have said that in the first place.”
“But what’s the fun in that?” he teased.
I threw the duvet back and wriggled down under the comforter, automatically turning to face him. Will mirrored my action, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure where we were or who we were supposed to be; our D/s relationship was based on a very clear set of rules, and I was comfortable knowing where I stood with him.
But this was different. His dark brown eyes looked almost black and they were looking into mine like he wanted something. Even though his hands were pillowed under his cheek, they looked like they were twitching to touch me. I loved the way I could see the red in his hair even in the darkness, as it rested against his pillow, and his mouth was puckered, begging to be kissed.
“I really want to kiss you.” My voice carried words that I was sure I hadn’t told it to make.
“Then kiss me,” he whispered.
I blinked twice, my eyes falling closed as I leaned in and captured his lips in mine.
Our kisses were soft, curious, worried about finding out things about each other rather than one of us stating their dominance over the other. I quite liked being the one initiating the repeated meeting of our lips, the way I was the one who pulled his swollen bottom lip between mine, the way I licked at his tongue.
Will groaned and his arm wound around my waist, bringing my naked chest to his.
“I don’t know who I am right now,” I said softly, and Will pulled back with a sigh.
“I’m Will,” he said, nudging my nose with his to make me look at him. “And you’re Jesse, okay?”
I nodded. “Do you want to do this?”
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my neck.
“Can I top you?” I asked.
Will’s lips stilled against my skin, and I could feel them stretch into a smile. “No. But nice try.”
“I’m a little sore from earlier,” I admitted, feeling embarrassed somehow even though I knew I probably shouldn’t be. I started stroking his back gently, between his shoulder blades, and Will sighed in contentment.
“I can be gentle with you,” he promised, kissing down to my chest to take my aching nipples between his lips.
This was definitely a new side of Will, one that was being so incredibly gentle and careful with my body rather than teasing and tormenting it. Not that his lips and his tongue licking at me wasn’t its own kind of blissful torture, but I was feeling that this was more than what we did normally.
I’d never made love to a man before.
Will rolled over so he was on his back, letting me straddle him as we kissed. This was him giving me some control even though he insisted on topping. That was okay, thou
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I wriggled out of my boxers, and Will laughed and copied my movements. I loved the feeling of my body, completely naked, rubbing up against his. Of all the things we’d experienced together, I only realized in that moment that I’d never felt him like this. It was intense and erotic, lying with our long limbs tangled together and our erections grinding against each other.
My head dropped to the side as Will started to kiss and lick my neck, and I moaned appreciatively, shifting my weight onto one arm so I could stroke from his hair down over his neck and shoulder and ribs with my spare hand.
This kind of exploration of his body was usually off limits to me, and I reveled in it, taking my time to appreciate the lines of his muscles and the softness of his skin. His lips were doing amazing things to mine, and despite the newness, it was an experience I wanted to have over and over again.
Will shifted on the bed and reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube from his top drawer and snapping the lid open.
“Is this okay?” he asked in a low voice, and I nodded, smiling at him in the darkness.
I leaned forward, resting both my forearms on the bed on either side of his shoulders and angling so I could kiss his neck as he prepped me, interspersing the kisses with little licks and bites. He seemed to like this—his hips were grinding up against mine, seemingly against his control.
There was a soft thud as Will dropped the bottle of lube on the bed, then he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing me to his touch. His thumbs rubbed the lube into me, and it was so different to feel him like this, in this position, with him touching me like that….
I arched back over him, sitting upright and reaching around to take his cock in my hand. For the first time I could take control of the pace of our bodies meeting, and I wanted it to be memorable. Will smirked and raised an eyebrow at me, then wiped the excess lube off on his thigh and pillowed his hands behind his head.
“Go on,” he encouraged.
This feeling of being filled by him was familiar to me, even if the position and the circumstances weren’t. I willed my body to relax and accept his thickness as gravity helped me sink down on him until I felt my ass cheeks meet his thighs.
