by Sean Michael
The man snorted. “Only if you’re close.”
He felt warmth near his ear, and his Dom whispered. “Kisses, hand holding, and a little stimulation and you came for me, just like that.”
His cheeks heated, and the rush of shame he felt surprised him, or maybe it didn’t. He prided himself on his control, damn it. “It won’t happen again.” He’d learned his lesson.
The fingers holding his slid away, cupped his cheeks, and he was kissed, almost tenderly this time. “You’ll wear the ring next time.”
He didn’t know about that, but he definitely wouldn’t be losing himself in any more kisses. The Dom leaned back and rubbed his cum into his skin, hands big, warm, gentle. He kept his eyes closed, because no one would know.
Then the blindfold was touched, his Dom playing with it. His eyebrows lowered, his curiosity flaring. Then the blindfold came away altogether, a handsome man looking down at him.
Leo looked. Then blinked. Then looked again, a sudden rush of cold horror hitting him. “Little David?” Oh, God. Oh, God, what were the odds?
“Not so little, boy. I topped you fair and square and made you come against orders.”
Leo’s mind was gibbering, going ten thousand miles a minute, and he forced himself to be silent for a minute, to wrap his control around him like a cloak and choose his words carefully. “Indeed you did, excellent job.” He was never going to be able to go home and re-enter the scene. Never.
David smiled at him. “I did.” Then the man’s mouth was on his again, the kiss strong and gentle at the same time.
Leo forced himself to relax, to breathe. He had to figure out what to do.
David rubbed his leather-clad body against Leo. “You did well for your first time, boy. Even if I do have to punish you for coming without permission.”
There was no way. No way was he going to allow that. Not someone he knew.
The kiss ended, and David stretched out next to him, solid and warm. He couldn’t believe the muscled blond was right there. The kid had to be ten years younger than him, hadn’t been in the scene for nearly as long as he had. He’d never be able to show his face at the cons again, not with his reputation as a Trainer.
David frowned and leaned up on one elbow. “What’s wrong, boy?”
He sat up, sighed. “Now, that is a loaded question. I need to use the facilities, if you don’t mind.”
“You’re allowed. Then you can come back and talk to me.”
Nodding, he slid from the bed and headed to the bathroom. Once there, he shut and locked the door behind him before shutting the light off and turning on the water to wash the seed from his skin.
What the fuck had he done?
Chapter Thirteen
David watched Leo’s ass until the door to the bathroom closed after it. Then he lay back on the bed, one hand reaching to adjust his very hard cock in his leather pants.
He’d been in love with Leo since the day he’d first met the man at a leather show several years before. Hell, it had been closer to awe back then. There still was a bit of that mixed in with love and lust, but every overture he’d ever made had been summarily ignored.
When he’d been tapped for this job, he’d jumped at the chance to get up close and personal with the most stunning man he knew. It had gone well, too, until he’d taken the blindfold off. Then everything had changed. Maybe he shouldn’t have, but he didn’t believe you could have a proper Dom/sub relationship without being able to look each other in the eye.
He glanced at his watch, standing, heading toward the bathroom door. He knocked and leaned against the wall next to it. “You drown in there, boy?”
“Absolutely.”
He chuckled. “Come on out, Leo.”
“I’ll be out when I’m finished.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Make it snappy, boy.” It didn’t take that long to pee. It did take time to regroup, and David didn’t intend to let Leo do that.
“You heard me, David. I’ll be out when I’m finished.”
“You call me David instead of ‘Sir’ again and you’ll be punished for it.” He was not letting Leo take over. Leo’s fantasy was to be topped, and god damn it, that was what he was giving the man.
He didn’t get an answer, but the water did turn off. He kept waiting, slowly counting the time off. Eventually, Leo came out, wrapped in a robe, face carefully composed.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He looked pointedly at the robe.
Leo met his eyes, a dead-on challenge. “I think we need to talk.”
“We can talk. After you take off the robe.”
“That’s not going to happen, David.”
He was going to put the man over his knee and spank him. “Just like that you’re throwing away the money you spent to come here? You’re giving up on being a sub for the week?”
“I had no idea it was going to be someone I knew. This is a totally different scenario.”
“It shouldn’t make a difference, Leo. You either want to do this, or you don’t.” He got up into Leo’s face. “Don’t you even try to say that I’m not a good top, that I didn’t rock your world.”
Leo didn’t back up. “I didn’t say you did anything wrong, David. I don’t mean you any offense.”
“Bullshit. And don’t think I’m not keeping track of each and every time you call me David instead of Sir. Your ass is going to be rosy as fuck.” God, Leo was sexy. “This is an unworkable situation.”
David shook his head. “And you don’t mean any offense?” Sexy or not, David was going to beat the man.
“I don’t. This isn’t a commentary on your skill.”
No, David thought it was. A commentary on how good he was. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I’m not comfortable with this.”
He uncrossed his arms and held his hands out. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Not for me, no. I was trying to learn to be a better Dom.”
He knew that. He’d read it in Leo’s file. However, that wasn’t what this was about. This was about Leo liking it.
“By being a sub. Which you thought you’d breeze through. You thought you’d go through the motions, and then I surprised you, and you surprised yourself because you liked what I did. I made you come, and it wasn’t a trick. I did that to you.”
Tall and fierce, lean and wild, with dark hair and near black eyes and a hooked nose—Leo was stunning, more beautiful now like this.
David moved forward and bumped Leo with his chest. “I got to you, and now you’re running scared.”
“I’m embarrassed and in an untenable position.”
“I’m sorry you’re embarrassed, but we can get past that. I don’t get what this untenable position is.”
Leo shook his head. “I work in the same circles as you.”
“No. We’re not in those circles now, and I know discretion.”
Leo met his eyes. “It wasn’t supposed to be someone I knew.”
“You think there’s anyone out there who doesn’t know you?” He shook his head and pushed again, backing Leo into the wall. “I’m not going to tell anyone.”
Leo swallowed hard, the man’s Adam’s apple bobbing.
“So now that that’s out of the way, how about you lose the robe, start calling me Sir, and get your ass back in that bedroom?”
“It’s not going to happen.” Leo didn’t sound sure.
“It so is.” He stared into Leo’s eyes, refusing to back down. Leo couldn’t deny the chemistry between them. This was his one shot at the man. He wasn’t giving it up. “On the bed, naked, ass up. Now.”
“This is not going to happen, David. I am not going to do this.”
“That spanking is getting longer every minute.”
Leo met his eyes, trying to stare him down. Jesus, the man was a dream�
�strong, fierce, with the ability to submit hidden deep inside.
David didn’t let Leo intimidate him. He didn’t back down. He didn’t blink. Come on, Leo. You know you want it. Give in to it.
“I did this for my subs.”
“You’re the only sub here today, Leo.”
“I’m not a sub.” The words were snapped out.
“You are today!” He could snap and snarl, too.
Leo growled deep in his chest. The man actually stepped toward him, their chests slapping together. He puffed up and pushed back, setting Leo back against the wall. “It’s your fucking program, boy. Get with it.”
“I’m not a boy!”
No. No, Leo was his boy. “You’re my boy, Leo. Mine. Head to toe.”
Leo’s lips parted. That was it. David pushed a little closer.
“Back off.” The words were a moan.
“No fucking way.” He brought their lips within millimeters of each other.
He could smell Leo’s breath, see the need and panic in the dark eyes. He pressed their lips together, taking Leo’s mouth like he owned it. It took Leo a few seconds to respond, to wrap one arm around him and try to take back control of the kiss. He pushed Leo’s shoulders, putting Leo back against the wall as he refused to give up control.
Leo was hard for him, cock parting the robe. He pressed his body up against Leo’s, making sure the man knew that he knew how turned on Leo was.
This wasn’t a mistake—the chemistry between them was as real as he’d always thought it would be.
He got a hand around Leo’s head and tilted it, taking the kiss even deeper from this angle. Leo’s lips parted, the kiss seeming to switch slightly from a battle to lovemaking. He slid his free hand inside the robe, wrapping it around Leo’s hip.
Solid, strong—Leo was a wet dream. His wet dream.
He rubbed them together, pushed his leather-clad cock against Leo’s needy flesh. He was going to hurt something if he didn’t get the leather pants off soon, the zipper digging into his flesh. One of Leo’s hands curled around his hip, fingers grasping his ass. He allowed it, pushing the robe off Leo’s shoulders.
The kisses never faltered, both of them fucking each other’s lips furiously. He shifted his weight, one hand on Leo’s shoulder, one at Leo’s hip, as he began to move them, heading for the bed. He refused to be unsure, trusting in himself, in his will to make this work, and sure enough, Leo followed his lead.
David got Leo to the bed and pressed on his shoulders. Leo sat, but drew him down, too. David straddled Leo’s legs and pushed, forcing Leo onto his back. He rubbed their middles together, knowing it would be maddening for Leo to have leather instead of skin against his cock.
Leo growled into his mouth, biting on his lips. He reached between them and pinched one of Leo’s nipples, hard. Leo bucked, hips rolling up and punching into him. He pushed, holding Leo to the bed. He was running this show, and what was more, Leo needed him to.
Leo fought him, but he was bigger, stronger, and Leo’s body was willing to submit, willing to let him win. He pinched the other nipple, the first again, then brushed his fingers across them in a gentler touch. The tiny bits of flesh were tight, dark. Responsive. He teased them some more, then bit on Leo’s lower lip as he pinched both at the same time.
“Fuck.” Leo’s snarl was delicious.
“Yeah, that’s coming.” He pinched again.
“Fuck you. Bastard.”
“No, I’ll be fucking you.” He rolled his hips, rubbing up against Leo’s cock.
Leo groaned against his lips, chest surging up against him. Leo was such a stud. David moaned, grinding down. It reminded him of taming a wild tiger or something. It was exciting, arousing and maybe a little dangerous. Now all he needed was a whip and a chair.
The thought almost made him laugh, and he pressed their mouths back together to keep from doing it. That last thing David wanted was for Leo to think he was laughing at him.
He pushed his tongue into Leo’s mouth, fucking the sweet lips. Swollen. Hot. From his cock. Groaning, he pinched one of Leo’s nipples again. David felt the groan more than heard it, Leo’s body jerking under his. So fucking good.
David grabbed Leo’s hands, tugging them up over his head. Leo didn’t fight him—David wasn’t sure Leo was paying attention. He pressed Leo’s wrists into the bed, then dragged his hands along the outstretched arms, fingers pressing into Leo’s flesh. He wasn’t sure if Leo would stay, but the kisses helped, kept Leo focused, there.
He slid his fingers all the way back to Leo’s nipples, pinching them. Leo’s roar was gratifying. He dove for that mouth, taking another kiss as he pinched again. Hard, strong hands landed on his shoulders, his arms, holding on. Growling a little, just enough to let Leo hear it, David grabbed Leo’s hands again and dragged them up over his head. They were going to figure this out if it killed them both.
He bit at Leo’s bottom lip and pressed hard on Leo’s wrists to emphasize his point. Then he slowly drew his hands down along Leo’s arms again, heading straight for the sensitive little nips.
“Not doing this with you, man.” Leo’s hands didn’t move.
David didn’t say a word—he didn’t have to. This was a part of the game, saying no when you meant yes. That was why they had safewords. And it was hotter than fuck, hearing Leo say that even while Leo obeyed his silent command.
Leo was broad, cut, chest and pubes waxed clean. He’d almost been disappointed he wasn’t going to get to shave Leo when he’d noticed that earlier. He slid his hand down along the beautiful body, stroking the skin around that thick cock, skin that had to be super sensitive. Leo jerked, hips trying to slide away. David wouldn’t let it happen, though, moving his knees to bracket Leo’s thighs as he explored, leaving the hard cock and full balls alone, for now.
Leo groaned into his lips, arms beginning to shift. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move to push them back, but he did growl. Leo growled back but did slow his movements. He bit at Leo’s bottom lip again, dropping his hand to cup the heavy balls.
There was a tiny, tiny barbell back behind Leo’s shaved sac, well-healed and hidden. His whole body jerked, though he managed to keep his needy moan to himself. A dream. This fine son of a bitch was a dream. His fucking dream. All his.
He pushed the barbell, moving it back and forth the tiny bit he could. Leo curled his hips, sliding that jewelry away from him. He shook his head. No. That was his. Leo was all his—he’d been waiting for this man since they’d first met.
He swore he was going to truss his man up with a spreader bar, expose every fucking inch. He couldn’t stop his moan this time, and he twisted the little barbell, bit down on Leo’s neck.
“No…” Leo’s hand landed on his head, hips rocking them together.
“Don’t make me beat you.” David grabbed Leo’s hand and pulled it up over his head again, twisting the little piece of jewelry behind Leo’s balls harder.
“Fucker!” Leo bucked hard, damn near unseating him.
He rode it out, though, staying on top of Leo, not letting up for a second.
“You let me go, Little David! You fucker!”
The loss of control was like a drug.
“That’s Master David to you.” He tugged on the little barbell again, twisted one nipple.
“Not going to happen.”
“You don’t have to say it—I can feel your need.”
Leo made the best sounds—desperate and wild. David wanted inside, wanted to feel Leo’s tight, hot need around him.
He’d read the file, carefully. Leo hadn’t taken anal sex off the list, not at all, although it wasn’t usually something Doms tended to indulge in. He wanted this man, though, had from the very start.
“Want you.” He stood and stripped off his pants, nearly gasping in relief as his hard cock was released from the tight confin
es. Then he climbed back on the bed.
Leo’s eyes met his, dark and needy and sharp. “Do you?”
David let his own need show. “I do.” The air fairly crackled.
He held Leo’s gaze as he leaned up and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Leo didn’t give in, but he didn’t pull away, either. David slicked up his fingers, not making any attempt to hide what he was doing. He could feel Leo tensing, deciding whether to run.
“You know it’s what we both want.”
Leo searched his eyes. “Both of us?”
“That’s right, both of us.” Because if Leo hadn’t wanted, the man would already be gone. Leo didn’t say anything, not another word, but that fine body didn’t move, either.
David kept that gaze, let Leo see his need as he slid his fingers between Leo’s spread legs and touched that unbelievably hot little hole. Leo’s body tightened, trying to pull away from him the tiniest bit. He kept pushing, though, not letting Leo’s nerves stop him. He pushed the very tip of one finger in, Leo’s hot body gripping him hard. Fuck, feel those muscles, that amazing man.
Groaning, he pressed his finger deeper. “Hot.”
Leo glared at him, but those hips responded.
He pressed his finger in deep, wriggling it around to find Leo’s gland. When he hit it, Leo jerked up, eyes wild. Oh, man. Look at that. He tapped it again, all his muscles tight in an effort to keep from shouting.
“Fuck.” Leo’s legs bent, abs rippling.
David nodded. Yeah. Fuck. And also wow, hot. He pressed a second finger in with the first, moaning at the feeling of Leo all around both fingers. He worked that gland, Leo’s eyes rolling back for him. Jesus, that sensitivity was special. He kept working it, spreading his fingers wide to stretch Leo, too.
“Stop. Fuck, stop.” Leo was wild underneath him. But not a safeword in sight.
Moaning, he pushed a third finger in and hit that little spot hard. He’d read about prostate massage, heard about it, but he’d never seen someone go so close so fast. He stretched and twisted his fingers, opening Leo up, but mostly he kept nudging that sweet little button.
“Stop.” Leo sounded desperate.
