Subordi-Mate

by Anna Wineheart

  They pulled out of the parking lot, Heath turning the car onto a street, then another, into the wealthier side of Meadowfall that Daniel hardly visited. The properties here were gated mansions with long driveways, but all Daniel could think about was the cool air of the AC on his bare cock, the precome trickling down his skin.

  He was in heat. And here he was, in Heath Roland’s car, his cock exposed, obeying Heath’s every order.

  At a stop sign, Heath reached over, closing his fist around Daniel’s cock. His hand was warm, snug, and Daniel couldn’t help thrusting up, seeking more pleasure. His head pushed lewdly through the circle of Heath’s fist; Daniel blushed.

  “You like fucking my hand?” Heath murmured, his lips quirking into a smile.

  “I want you to touch me,” Daniel rasped.

  “Mm.” Heath pulled Daniel’s boxers back over his cock, and then neglected it for the rest of the journey.

  Daniel panted, his hole wet, his precome drenching his boxers. He barely noticed them driving past an iron gate, and up a driveway. Heath parked in front of a mansion; Daniel pulled the car door open. He couldn’t wait.

  “On your knees,” Heath said.

  Daniel stopped breathing. He got to his knees next to the car, his pulse between his legs.

  Heath rounded the hood, his strong body illuminated by the lights around the house. The sweat on his chest had dried, and his leather pants clung to his thighs. But all Daniel cared about was the solid line behind Heath’s pants, the way Heath raked his gaze down Daniel’s body, lingering on Daniel’s needy cock.

  Heath stopped inches from Daniel, his bulge at eye-level. Thick. Tempting.

  Heath’s chest heaved, and Daniel read the hunger in his expression. Heath wanted to mount him, fuck inside him. Release a load of hot come deep in Daniel’s body.

  Daniel moaned. He leaned in toward Heath’s cock, nuzzling its solid length through the leather. Heath let him. Then he stepped back, and Daniel whined. “Please—”

  Heath smiled. He opened his pants, the pop of every button loud in the silent night. Then he slipped his cock out, and it pointed up at Daniel, big and demanding, promising to stretch Daniel’s hole open.

  Daniel couldn’t help himself. He rubbed his cheek against Heath, kissing up his silky cock, licking it. Heath smelled like yew and sweat, like musk and sex, and Daniel’s entire body sang.

  “Want a taste?” Heath murmured.

  Daniel nodded, opening his mouth. Gods, I’m desperate. Heath gripped the base of his cock, dragging its damp, blunt tip against Daniel’s lips, like it was giving him a kiss.

  Then he pushed it into Daniel’s mouth, parting his lips with that heavy length. Daniel moaned, taking its weight, sucking on it, his own cock so full he couldn’t think.

  “You’re beautiful,” Heath rasped.

  He cradled Daniel’s head with gentle fingers, rocking his hips, his cock slipping in and out of Daniel’s mouth, never once choking him.

  It spoke of control, and care. Daniel’s heart fluttered.

  Heath lifted his foot, rubbing it against the underside of Daniel’s sensitive balls. Daniel whimpered. Then Heath pressed the sole of his shoe against Daniel’s cock, its rubber ridges harsh through the thin fabric of Daniel’s boxers.

  And yet, it sent pleasure up Daniel’s spine. Daniel gasped, rutting against his shoe. I’m humping Heath’s fucking shoe.

  “You like that,” Heath rumbled, pressing harder on Daniel’s cock, giving him the pressure he craved.

  Pleasure hissed through his body; Daniel gasped around Heath’s cock, his hips bucking forward.

  Heath dragged his shoe down Daniel’s cock, its ridges pulling Daniel’s boxers down, every point of contact sending a shiver through Daniel’s insides.

  Daniel’s waistband hitched at his tip, then finally pulled free, and Heath’s sole dragged against Daniel’s vulnerable balls. Daniel shuddered, rutting helplessly. His cock was flushed, desperate, and yet Heath continued to neglect it.

  “Do you plan on tormenting me?” he panted around Heath’s cock, the words coming out muffled.

  Heath pulled out with a soft pop. “Say that again.”

  Daniel did.

  Heath smiled, slow and hungry. “Maybe.” But he turned away. “Follow me.”

  Inside the mansion, chandeliers glittered. A couple of paper folders were strewn across a side table, a familiar red circular logo on them—Alpha Foods.

  Daniel didn’t focus on it. He didn’t want to think about going back to work.

  Heath led him through the foyer to the living room—plush carpets and two leather couches, with a flagstone fireplace.

  “Bend over.” Heath nodded at the backrest of a couch.

  Daniel’s hole squeezed. Heath would finally fuck him.

  And then he glimpsed Heath’s young face again, and his neck burned. There were almost twenty years between them.

  Daniel folded himself over the back of the couch, squirming to make sure his hips were right at the top of the backrest, his ass presented for his alpha.

  Heath’s breath punched out of him. “Very nice.”

  Strong fingers slipped past Daniel’s waistband; Heath all but ripped the clothes off his legs, tossing Daniel’s shoes to the side. And now Daniel was bare from the waist down, his thighs spread open, his cock grinding against smooth leather.

  “You look good,” Heath rasped, grasping Daniel’s naked cheeks. Then he spread them open, exposing Daniel’s slick-drenched hole.

  He’s looking there. Daniel whimpered, pushing up on tiptoes, trying to tempt Heath into fucking him.

  Heath groaned. “Been thinking about you here,” he growled, pressing a thick fingertip against Daniel’s hole. But instead of pushing inside, Heath tapped on that sensitive spot, every touch sending a whisper of pleasure through Daniel’s body.

  “I want you inside,” Daniel pleaded. “Fuck me already.”

  “No.” Heath pressed his thumbs on either side of Daniel’s hole, stretching it open.

  Daniel’s face burned. No one looks at me there.

  And Heath leaned in, blowing lightly through his entrance so Daniel felt his breath inside.

  Daniel writhed, digging his nails into the leather, his thighs shaking from how much he needed Heath. Instead of being examined so closely, instead of being teased.

  He writhed on the couch, grinding his cock against the smooth leather. “Heath, please—”

  Heath lifted one of Daniel’s thighs up onto the backrest. This left him open, spread, and Heath slipped his hand between Daniel’s legs.

  For a moment, he grasped Daniel’s cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through Daniel’s body. Daniel panted, rocking into his hand.

  And Heath eased Daniel’s cock out from under him, angling it back so it caught against the back of the couch, with utterly no pressure on it at all.

  Daniel groaned, bucking his hips, his cock too full. He needed touch. “Fuck me.”

  Heath chuckled darkly. “I decide what happens.”

  Then he dropped out of sight, and large hands grasped Daniel’s thigh and cock, holding him. Briefly, he felt soft lips on his tip, Heath taking Daniel into his hot, snug mouth. Daniel moaned, pushing into his mouth, shuddering when Heath sucked on him.

  Heath slid his soft lips up and down Daniel’s length, his tongue flicking the opening of Daniel’s foreskin. Then he licked under Daniel’s skin, around his sensitive head, and Daniel bucked at him, shoving his cock deeper into Heath’s mouth. Would Heath let him come...?

  Heath took him deeper. He stroked lightly over Daniel’s balls, then eased one finger into Daniel’s hole, just enough to let Daniel know he was inside, and he was in control.

  Daniel dripped into his mouth, all his senses fixed on the alpha behind him. “Heath.”

  His voice had grown husky, desperate. Heath took him deep, so deep that Daniel’s breath rushed out of him.

  Then he released Daniel, and licked up his cock, over his sac, to his hole. Da
niel bit his lip, afraid of saying anything and jinxing himself.

  With a hungry growl, Heath dragged his damp tongue over Daniel’s entrance, rumbling with pleasure. Daniel pressed his burning face against the couch. He’s tasting me.

  And Heath licked a slow circle around Daniel’s hole, then pushed the tip of his tongue inside, his breath heavy on Daniel’s skin. Daniel jerked. Gods, he’s tasting inside.

  Daniel had never been this intimate with anyone in his life.

  “You’re so damn wet for me,” Heath rumbled, holding Daniel’s ass open. And he pushed back in with his tongue, languidly fucking Daniel there, each silky slide exquisite and not enough.

  “I want your cock,” Daniel whimpered, reaching behind to grasp Heath’s hair. “I want your knot. Please stop teasing.”

  “Maybe,” Heath said. He closed his fist around Daniel’s cock, giving him two sharp tugs.

  Daniel arched off the couch, his cock pulsing. Maybe a sound escaped his throat, because Heath froze, and whispered, “Fuck.”

  And then he was standing up, towering over Daniel, his pupils blown wide. Daniel’s hole squeezed with anticipation. “I have a condom,” he panted. “Please.”

  Heath’s eyes darkened. “Where?”

  “Back pocket of my jeans. On the left.”

  Heath retrieved the jeans, finding the condom. Then he smirked. “You came prepared.”

  “I’ve been needing you for days,” Daniel said, his face burning. “Please fill me up.”

  Heath groaned. He ripped the condom wrapper open. Rolled the translucent sheath down over his cock. And now he was ready, now he could fuck into Daniel and—

  Heath grasped Daniel’s hips, pushing his covered cock between Daniel’s asscheeks, grinding up against his hole. His cock was thick, heavy, far bigger than his tongue or finger. Daniel’s slick smeared onto him.

  “Yes,” Daniel breathed. He reached behind, spreading himself for his alpha. And Heath dragged his length down Daniel’s ass, until its tip snagged against his hole, pressing down lightly.

  “You’re very sure about this,” Heath whispered, pausing.

  Daniel grasped Heath’s cock and rolled his hips, so he opened around that blunt head, taking it into his body.

  Heath swore, his hips jerking. His cock sank a couple inches into Daniel, stretching him open. Daniel’s breath punched out of his throat. He panted, his own cock throbbing, shoving himself off the couch so he could take Heath deeper.

  Heath was big. He felt even bigger inside, and he ground right against Daniel’s prostate, sending a sizzle down his nerves.

  “Fuck,” Heath rasped, grasping Daniel’s hip, his chest heaving. “You’re tight.”

  “Haven’t had anyone in a while,” Daniel said. Then he shoved down onto Heath, offering his entire body.

  With a low growl, Heath thrust into him, sinking deeper. His cock was heavy, thick. He began to build a slow, unyielding rhythm that had Daniel’s legs trembling. Then he plunged in, his entire cock heavy inside Daniel. Daniel clutched at the couch, panting, his body singing with pleasure.

  “More,” Daniel groaned.

  Heath gave him more. He fucked into Daniel, rocking against his prostate, thrusting so deep that he pinned Daniel’s hips against the couch. But Daniel’s cock was trapped, bereft of touch, and he needed.

  “My—my cock,” Daniel panted.

  Heath paused, lifting Daniel’s thigh off the couch, just enough for him to angle Daniel’s cock up. Then he fucked Daniel against the leather, pinning Daniel’s cock with both their weights. Daniel writhed, his cock slipping against the precome-slick couch, the pulsing pressure too much to bear.

  “Can’t hold on,” he gasped, arching. “I need—”

  Heath dragged his teeth against the crook of Daniel’s neck, right over his scent gland. Daniel’s nerves tingled. If Heath bit down any harder, if he broke skin...

  Daniel wasn’t ready for any sort of commitment.

  But Heath just kissed his nape. And that was almost disappointing, too.

  Then Heath closed his mouth back around Daniel’s scent gland and sucked, and pleasure twisted down his spine. Daniel’s breath punched out of him. “Need—”

  “Need what?” Heath panted, his chest hot and solid against Daniel’s back.

  “Need to come.”

  Heath thrust hard into him, stroking Daniel right there, grinding electricity through Daniel’s nerves. Daniel shuddered against Heath, his cock throbbing, on the edge.

  “Come for me,” Heath growled, his own breathing ragged. “Now.”

  His thrusts turned deeper, more animal, almost too hard. Daniel sobbed with pleasure, his hole thoroughly fucked, taking Heath’s cock again and again.

  Pleasure exploded through his body, curling his toes and arching his spine. Daniel cried out, forgetting to breathe. He spurted all over Heath’s couch. Heath grasped him harder, his thrusts turning unsteady as his need spiked.

  With a roar, Heath fucked a final time into Daniel, his cock pulsing deep inside.

  Daniel imagined Heath’s come flooding into him, filling him with seed. Maybe giving him a baby.

  And that thought, as much as he didn’t want it, sent tingles all the way down to his toes.

  For a long moment, he lay bonelessly against the couch, just catching his breath. Trying to come to terms with how he was in a mansion, how he had a too-young alpha inside him, and Heath Roland had wanted him enough to fuck him.

  And Heath had gone into a rut.

  It wasn’t possible that Heath felt anything for someone like Daniel—not when Daniel was so much older than him, not when they’d been passing acquaintances, and Daniel had been jilted right in front of his colleagues—

  No, he wasn’t thinking about that.

  This time next week, Daniel would be home alone, and Heath would’ve long forgotten him.

  It shouldn’t make him feel so alone.

  He pressed his forehead against the soft leather, closing his eyes. Callused hands stroked down his side.

  Heath slipped his strong arms around Daniel, lifting him off the couch. “Do you want my knot?”

  Daniel gulped. “Yes,” he said before he could second-guess himself.

  Heath rumbled. And pulled out of Daniel.

  Daniel whined, turning to see what had changed. But Heath swept him off his feet, carrying him deeper into the mansion. At a darkened doorway, Heath shouldered a light switch. Light flooded a bedroom with a king-sized bed in the middle, and expensive drapes covering two walls.

  Daniel stared. Heath dropped him lightly on the bed, and climbed on after him. “Face away,” Heath said.

  Daniel scooted over to the middle of the bed. Then he lay on his side, pushing his ass toward Heath.

  Heath’s cock nudged between his cheeks. He found Daniel’s hole easily, then slipped inside, pausing when his growing knot caught against the muscles of Daniel’s hole.

  “You sure—” Heath began to say.

  Daniel pushed against him, moaning when Heath’s knot opened him wider than before. Heath groaned.

  They eased Heath’s growing knot inside Daniel. It sat in him, heavy, growing so wide that it locked them together. And now Daniel panted, pleasantly stretched inside.

  Being knotted always made him feel like he belonged.

  Heath shifted behind him, his knot tugging inside Daniel, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. They groaned. After some fumbling, Heath finally laid down, pulling Daniel flush against his chest.

  “You don’t have to do this,” Daniel mumbled, his eyelids growing heavy. “You don’t owe me anything.”

  “This is nice.” Heath’s breath puffed into his hair. “No obligations. Just touch.”

  It was nice. Daniel had forgotten how good it felt, just to be held like this. To pretend that he had an alpha who cared, and who would protect him from anything else.

  Tomorrow, he would return to his lonely life. But for now, while the knot lasted... Daniel huddled against
Heath, and savored his warmth.

  2

  Heath

  The condom had split.

  Heath stared at his empty bed the next morning, broken condom limp in his hand. Daniel was nowhere to be found. All that remained of him was his amaranth scent, a few strands of blond hair on the pillows, and a gentle dip in the mattress.

  Heath had woken up with his arms empty. When he’d brushed his hand down the sheets, he’d found the condom near his hips.

  Did Daniel know? Heath had looked around for a phone number, but he’d found nothing. There was nothing missing from his mansion, and the Porsche was still in the driveway.

  Had Daniel... walked down the driveway by himself? And, what, climbed the spiked iron gate to get out?

  Heath winced. That wasn’t how you treated a bed partner. They’d both fallen asleep last night, knotted together. His come had probably emptied inside Daniel. Daniel needed to know.

  And Heath had no way of contacting him. He didn’t even know the guy’s last name.

  Heath groaned, dragging his palm over his eyes. This was supposed to be a fling. No strings attached.

  It sucked that Daniel was the one who would bear the burden of this accident, because he was someone Heath genuinely liked. He’d seemed so trusting, pinned beneath Heath.

  Daniel didn’t seem like a bastard who would cheat at all.

  Heath swallowed the past bitterness, dropping the condom into a trashcan. He found his phone and hit the speed dial.

  “Mr. Sanderson?” Bert asked on the other end of the line.

  “Go through the Meadowfall resident directory,” Heath said, his voice rough with sleep. “I’m looking for a Daniel. Age forty. I want the list by the end of the day.”

  There was a pause. Heath could already imagine Bert’s reproachful frown. This isn’t Alpha Foods business, Bert would be tempted to say.

  Well, fuck that. Bert was his secretary, and Heath needed shit done.

  “This is literally a matter of life and death,” Heath added. “I’m looking for someone who was in the Wine Shack at 9PM last night.”

  “Fine,” Bert said, his sarcasm barely filtering through his tone.