How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps

by Josephine Myles

  “I realised I wasn’t quite up to challenging the institutionalised homophobia in the force, and I’d always been really good at drawing and designing on the computer, so it was the path of least resistance. And, you know, far more civilised hours. Unless I’m on a deadline like I am right now.” Eddie sighed theatrically, so Jeff had to ask about it. “Oh, it’s not going to be that bad, but the client phoned me up this afternoon with a different angle based on research from their latest survey, so now I’ve got to put together a whole new presentation for Monday.”

  “Can they do that? Seems kind of unfair.”

  “Yeah, they’re just a potential client I’m pitching to. They can do whatever the hell they like. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll have fun doing the new ad mock-ups. It’s what I wanted to do originally, but back then they didn’t want to go down that road. Just means a late night tonight and working most of tomorrow.” Eddie sighed again. “But if I get on with it, I should get it all done by early evening tomorrow. I’m going to need the thought of some kind of reward to motivate me, though.”

  “Reward, huh? What, like a drink?”

  “Actually, I was thinking more of a bout of intense physical activity followed by a mind-blowing orgasm.”

  “Oh. That kind of reward.” Jeff stared so hard at the can of Lynx his eyes started to cross, but it still didn’t help him keep his dick under control. “Shit, could you not talk about that kind of thing? I’m in a public place.”

  “Mmm, you like the sound of that, do you? Yeah, you do.” Eddie’s voice went all honeyed and husky. Was this phone sex? Jeff hadn’t had phone sex before, and the last place he wanted to try it out was in the body-care aisle of the Trowbridge Tesco. That really wasn’t a kink of his. Getting Eddie all hot and bothered in public would be a different matter, though.

  Eddie was still talking, obviously not bothered by Jeff’s silence. “I think what you’d like to do is come round here and put me in cuffs, then chain me to my bed. Yeah, you’d love that. And then you’d have me helpless and at your mercy. I wouldn’t be able to stop you if you wanted to hurt me or fuck me or do anything to me.”

  “Shut up!” Jeff grabbed a gift box of assorted blokes’ smelly stuff and held it in front of his crotch.

  “I will shut up if you promise to come over here tomorrow.”

  “I don’t know.” Jeff wasn’t about to give in that easily, even if everything inside him was screaming yes!

  “Come on. I need this. And you do too. It’ll be that third step we talked about.”

  “You make it sound like Alcoholics Anonymous or something.”

  “Except I’m not helping you avoid temptation. I’m totally enabling you to give in to your deepest, darkest desires. Come on, Jeff, what’s going on in that head of yours? You’ll be able to do it to me. I’ll be yours to command.”

  Jeff groaned. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

  “No, but I’m going to have fun finding out. Oh, and we could do some more sensory play, couldn’t we? You’re in a supermarket. Pick up some root ginger. A nice big piece with a natural handle to it.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll find out,” Eddie purred, and Jeff had a sneaking suspicion he knew just where that ginger was destined.

  “Pervert,” he muttered.

  “Takes one to know one.”

  “Text me your address,” Jeff ordered before hanging up, hands shaking.

  No, Eddie definitely didn’t know what he was asking for. Even Jeff tried to avoid looking at his deepest, darkest desires. Who the fuck knew what was lurking in there? There was definitely stuff that scared him senseless. Mind you, the thought of kissing Eddie scared him senseless, so that didn’t mean it would be anything too outrageous.

  But what had he just agreed to?

  Jeff detoured back round to the vegetables to pick up a piece of ginger, and by the time he’d reached the till, his dick had calmed down enough to no longer need camouflaging with the basket.

  Chapter Fourteen

  At four thirty, Eddie finally closed down his Mac and rubbed his eyes. He could have carried on working all evening, but after giving himself a near nervous breakdown a few years previously, he’d learnt to make sure he made time for himself. Being your own boss sometimes meant you were the one who had to order yourself to take a sanity break. He had to be strict with himself, but there was no one else to do it for him.

  He glanced around the flat, idly wondering what Jeff would make of it. Compared to Jeff’s place, it was cluttered and probably a bit over the top, what with the artwork on every wall and gadgets and whatnots all over the place. Be interesting to see how Jeff handled himself when he wasn’t on his home turf. Edging him out of his comfort zone was an essential next step in his training.

  None of that helped to explain why Eddie then set about the place like a one-man cleaning dervish, armed with a bin bag and a duster. Jeff wouldn’t notice a bit of dirt. Hell, Eddie didn’t notice a bit of dirt, but then again, he didn’t want them rolling around on the floor and ending up with his bum stuck to an old plate of half-eaten food. There was comfortably lived-in and there was slobby, and Eddie’s flat had tipped into the latter this last few months. He really should hire a new cleaner, but after the last one accidentally broke his plasma ball, he’d been wary of letting anyone else dust his stuff.

  By five thirty, he’d got the flat looking reasonable again. His mother would no doubt find something to criticise, but it met Eddie’s standards. The dirty dishes were all in the dishwasher and the stinkiest items out of the laundry basket were now whizzing around in the washing machine. He went through to the bedroom.

  Should he change the sheets? But they’d only be getting filthy again in an hour or so, and couldn’t face the idea of changing them again tomorrow. He brushed the worst of the biscuit crumbs out of the bed and straightened the covers instead. Then he rooted around in the drawer under his bed and pulled out everything they might be needing. One giant tub of Sex Wax, a heap of assorted condoms and a tangle of cuffs and rope. Would Jeff be bringing his kit too? Just in case he didn’t, Eddie set out a row of toys on the top of the chest of drawers. Let Jeff choose if he wanted to use any of them. He paused over the giant black dildo—too scary?—but then left it out anyway. He liked it.

  Then he got out the anal beads and buttplugs.

  His arse clenched hungrily. What the hell. He might as well start the party now.

  Eddie headed into the shower, buttplug in hand.

  Forty minutes later, and the doorbell rang. Eddie sprang up from the sofa and ran to the view screen. Aww, there Jeff was, scratching his neck in that adorably tough-guy awkward way he had. From the angle of the camera it was hard to see just what Jeff was carrying, but there was something that looked promisingly gift-wrapped in his hands and a dark bag down by his feet.

  Eddie pressed the intercom button. “Hey, tiger. I’m up on the top floor. See you in a minute.”

  Jeff squared his shoulders and looked for all the world like he was taking a few deep breaths to compose himself. Did he know he was being watched? Was he freaked out by the swankiness of Eddie’s building? It was a converted riverfront warehouse, and the developers had spent a small fortune renovating the nineteenth-century building. Eddie spied on Jeff for a few moments longer, then went to his front door. He wanted to wait there, ready for when Jeff showed his face round the bend of the stairs.

  He arranged himself in the doorway, leaning back against one side of the frame. He’d not dressed up, but he was in his favourite pair of soft old Levis and a skintight T-shirt that scooped low at the front. His feet were bare, and the buttplug was currently making an escape bid that his Lycra shorts really weren’t helping stop.

  “Fuck.” Eddie wriggled and clenched his buttocks tight in an attempt to stop its downward trajectory. He should have gone with one of the light silicone ones, but h
e’d had to have his favourite glass one, hadn’t he? It slipped a little farther.

  “Bloody hell.” Jeff’s footsteps were sounding closer and closer, but Eddie couldn’t exactly greet him with an escapee buttplug in his pants. What if it showed up as a lump when he turned round? Or worse yet, what if it fell out of his boxers and ended up dropping out of the bottom of his jeans? It would clunk on the floor, and Jeff would be bound to notice. The same thing had happened to him many years before at a club—luckily, that was just a cheap silicone plug, so he’d just kept walking and tried to pretend it never happened. Since that little episode, he’d taken to wearing a leather harness to keep the bloody things inside, but he hadn’t wanted to put on something Jeff might find too freaky.

  Because, of course, it was far less freaky to have a buttplug roll out of your jeans leg as you showed someone round your home.

  Bugger.

  He flipped his fly open and stuck his hand down the back of his jeans, feeling around for the base of the plug. “You little bastard.” He grabbed it and went to push it back in again.

  That was the moment Jeff rounded the corner. Jeff stopped on the step, his mouth open in an O of surprise.

  “Hi,” Eddie said, trying to play it cool. But it was no use. He’d been caught out, and the giggles were on their way. “Sorry, I just, erm, I’m having a bit of a moment.”

  “You don’t say.” Jeff resumed walking up the stairs, and the heat in his eyes was almost enough to overpower the urge to giggle. Almost, but not quite.

  “Sorry,” Eddie eventually managed to say through the giggles, at the same time as he got the plug pushed back in again. “Ooh, that’s better.” He wriggled his arse and winked. “Thought I’d surprise you by wearing a buttplug, but the stupid bloody thing didn’t want to stay put.”

  “A buttplug, eh?”

  Eddie scanned Jeff’s expression for any signs of awkwardness, but all he saw there was curiosity and horniness. Yeah, baby. “You want to see it?” he offered.

  “Later.” Jeff slapped Eddie on the arse. “Now pull your trousers up and show me round, bitch.”

  Maybe there were benefits to acting like a complete klutz in front of the man you wanted to dominate your arse. If it made Jeff feel more in control, Eddie was all for it. He sorted his jeans out and led the way into his entrance hall. “Do you want to go straight to the bedroom?” He paused at that door, “Or would you like something to eat first? I think I might have skipped lunch.” It was hard to remember to do mundane things like eat when he was working to a deadline.

  “Are you hungry?” Jeff asked. The way he was standing there, feet planted wide and back straight, made Eddie want to drop to his knees and bury his face in his crotch. For once it looked like Jeff had made a bit of an effort with his appearance. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, open at the neck to reveal the top of that gorgeous rug, and a pair of well-fitting indigo jeans. They might not give as much away as Jeff’s shorts had, but he could still see a nicely outlined package down the left leg.

  Eddie licked his lips. “I’m hungry, all right.” He stepped forward and laid his arms on Jeff’s shoulders. “Absolutely ravenous.” His stomach decided to confirm that. “Oh bloody hell, I really am as well.”

  “Then we eat first,” Jeff said. “Which way’s the kitchen?”

  “I was going to call for pizza.” Eddie really didn’t want to move from where they were, unless it was to get horizontal and splayed out.

  “Need somewhere to put this, though.” Jeff lifted something between them, and Eddie frowned at the blocky shape. Not gift-wrapped, after all, but it was in a nice paper carrier bag.

  “For me? Thanks. Hey, not bad.” It was a box set of Glastonbury Ales. “That beats a bottle of wine any day.”

  Jeff scratched his neck, giving Eddie a lovely view straight up his shirtsleeve. Hairy armpits. Was there anything sexier? But he had to get his mind out of the gutter, as Jeff was speaking. “I was going to get wine, but then I didn’t know what you liked. And I figured you’d probably like this, since you had a pint of Golden Chalice at the Globetrotter that time.”

  “You noticed.” Eddie couldn’t stop grinning. “Don’t know why Maddy thinks you don’t have manners. I mean, you might come across as a bit of an opinionated bastard with no filter, but you know how to treat a man.”

  Jeff gave a resigned-sounding chuckle. “Yeah. Just don’t know how to treat a woman, do I?”

  “You should stick to blokes, then. We’re much easier. In every way.” Eddie thrust his hips forward, rubbing his crotch against Jeff’s and pleased to feel an answering thickening down there. “I’d have put out even without the beers, but I’m happy you thought of me.”

  “Haven’t been able to think of much else.”

  Eddie studied Jeff’s face, trying to work out whether the gruffness of his words masked discomfort or horniness. Maybe a bit of both.

  “I’ve been thinking about you too. In fact, I’ve been planning all sorts of things for today. So you know, much as I want to just drop to my knees and blow you, we probably should go and talk stuff through first. You’ve got to be careful when you’re restraining someone.” Eddie felt Jeff’s cock plump up even further as he spoke, and he reached down to massage the solid length through Jeff’s jeans.

  “You could always blow me for a bit first,” Jeff rasped.

  “I suppose I could…” Come on, make it an order. While Eddie was perfectly capable of taking the initiative, it didn’t get his motor humming the same way as if he was ordered to do something. Or better yet, made to do it by brute physical force. But maybe Jeff was being polite. He was a guest here, after all.

  Fuck it. Eddie would just have to give him a hint. “Why don’t you make me?” he whispered, his mouth a scant inch from Jeff’s.

  Jeff’s breath tickled Eddie’s lips, getting closer. Closer. Shit, was Jeff about to kiss him? Eddie held his breath, not wanting to spook him.

  Teeth grazed his lower lip, then nipped.

  Eddie moaned. Better than a kiss.

  “Now get on your knees and blow me, bitch.” Jeff backed up his words with a fist in Eddie’s hair, and he gratefully lowered himself to the floor.

  Eddie tore at Jeff’s fly, desperate to get a taste again. Jeff’s cock wasn’t fully hard yet, but that was all the more fun—feeling it firm up inside his mouth. Eddie swallowed him whole. This was no time for teasing. Not with Jeff’s hands on either side of his head, holding him still for a good face-fucking.

  It was difficult to snatch a breath with the pace Jeff set, pushing fast and hard into Eddie’s throat. Drool started to run down his chin, tears from his eyes, and he’d never been harder in his life. This was the good stuff. Made his head fizz and his heart race.

  He was clinging on to Jeff’s tree-trunk thighs for support, but the urge to touch himself was overwhelming. Couldn’t ask for permission. Not with his mouth being used like this. Eddie groaned and gripped harder with his left hand, lowering his right to his aching cock. He settled for pressing and rubbing through the denim, too off balance to cope with something as complicated as a zip.

  “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Jeff demanded.

  Eddie forced his eyes open, looking up at Jeff’s stern expression. Fuck it. He ground shamelessly against the heel of his hand, moaning his enjoyment around Jeff’s cock.

  “You dirty bitch. Just can’t stop yourself, can you?” Admiration sneaked in under the veneer of toughness.

  Eddie whimpered like a porn star, rutting hard against his hand.

  “Stop that right now.” Jeff pulled his cock clean out of Eddie’s mouth, then a stinging pain exploded against his cheek. “Bad boy.”

  Eddie’s vision swam as he stared up at Jeff.

  Had he just been slapped in the face?

  Chapter Fifteen

  What had he just done?

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bsp; Jeff glared at his hand, and at the pink mark on Eddie’s face. Eddie’s tear-streaked, puffy-lipped face. Oh God. Had he gone and got all out of control again? It had felt like the right thing to do at the time, but now Eddie was looking at him like that—all dazed—he was no longer sure of himself.

  Jeff let go of Eddie’s head and watched him fall back onto his heels. Should he apologise for taking things a step too far? But Eddie liked him acting the tough guy, didn’t he? And Jeff was fairly sure tough guys didn’t apologise when they slapped you in the face.

  Jeff stood still, breathing heavily, waiting for Eddie to make his move. He’d follow his lead. Figure out how to play this.

  Eddie got to his feet shakily, using Jeff’s body like a climbing wall.

  Sorry wanted to trip off Jeff’s lips, but he held it back.

  Eddie stopped when he was level with Jeff. Must have had his knees bent. Jeff appreciated that, because it was weird trying to assert yourself over someone taller. But it meant Eddie’s eyes were right there, staring into his own. All golden coloured with that dark ring around the edges. The kind of eyes Jeff would have called beautiful if they’d been set in a girl’s face. As it was, they were…fascinating.

  And kind of scary, while he was waiting on judgement.

  “Thank you,” Eddie breathed. His eyelashes flickered down, and Jeff only had a split second to register what was happening before Eddie’s lips crushed against his.

  Fucking hell. Don’t think. Don’t think.

  Eddie tasted of pure, naked sex, and Jeff kissed him back, chasing the flavour into his mouth. Eddie was every bit as enthusiastic, so Jeff grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged his head down, tight against his shoulder. There. Now who was in control? He nipped Eddie’s plump lower lip before falling into his mouth again.

  So fucking tasty.

  He took his time conquering Eddie’s mouth, exploring him thoroughly and coaxing out those sexy sounds he made in his throat. Like he couldn’t help himself. Like Jeff was the best fucking kisser in the whole wide world. Who could kiss men every bit as well as he kissed women. Better, perhaps, judging by Eddie’s reaction. The man was thrusting into Jeff’s groin, and he had to use a hand to grip Eddie’s arse and hold him there, or the friction would make everything end way too soon.