How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps

by Josephine Myles

  “Not yet, but they’ll figure it out pretty quickly when I introduce you as my boyfriend.” Jeff’s determination wavered, and he gave Eddie a shy look. “You are my boyfriend, now, aren’t you?”

  Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to Jeff’s lips. Jeff exhaled shakily, and for the first time, Eddie realised just how keyed up Jeff had been inside, even if he hadn’t given much away on the outside.

  “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend. But if you’re after a twenty-four/seven lifestyle thing, you’re out of luck. I’m no one’s slave, and I’m only submissive in the bedroom.”

  “Just the bedroom?” Jeff smiled wickedly. Are you sure?” He grabbed hold of Eddie’s wrists and pinned them back against the fridge. “Coz there are all these other rooms I’d like to dominate you in too.” He finished by nipping Eddie’s lower lip. Not hard, but enough of a bite to make him shiver and his cock perk right back up again. Jeff ground his groin against Eddie’s, and he could feel just how happy Jeff was too.

  Fuck it. “You can dominate me wherever you like,” Eddie agreed, “Just so long as you keep doing that.”

  “Yeah? That’s a shame, because what I really want right now is for you to stay there with your hands on your head, and for me to get back down on my knees and finish blowing you.”

  Eddie whimpered and ground shamelessly back against Jeff.

  “No, wait…” Jeff mused, his grin wolfish. “That’s not it. I think I want you on your back on the breakfast bar, naked, holding on to your ankles and presenting yourself to me, so that I can sit in comfort at the end while I eat you out.”

  Eddie couldn’t get up there fast enough.

  Now that he was sitting on the high stool with Eddie spread out before him like a feast, Jeff’s nerves got the better of him. There it all was. Eddie’s cock, balls and arsehole, ready for his attention.

  There was no going back and pretending he was straight after this.

  But what if he didn’t like it? Sucking the tip of Eddie’s cock was one thing, but his balls? His arse?

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It must be kind of weird for you. Scary, even.”

  Jeff looked up to find Eddie giving him a disappointed kind of smile.

  Fuck it. He wanted to prove himself worthy of this man. This man who bravely took every bit of pain and humiliation Jeff doled out. “I’m not bloody well scared,” he growled. “Just admiring the view.” He stuck his tongue out and very deliberately swiped it over Eddie’s ball sac and up to his cock shaft.

  There. That wasn’t so bad. And it stole a surprised-sounding huff from Eddie.

  He did it again, this time trailing the tip of his tongue down, from Eddie’s balls to the strip of skin behind. There was a little ridge leading all the way down to his hole, and Jeff followed it there. The saltiness of Eddie’s skin gave way to something musky—almost metallic. It reminded Jeff of the scent of freshly turned earth. Not so bad after all. In fact, it was one of his favourite smells. He played with his tongue, pulling Eddie’s cheeks wide and licking every which way, exploring the unfamiliar textures and flavours.

  Eddie’s reaction was turning him on too. He couldn’t seem to keep still, constantly making these gorgeous, desperate sounds as he writhed about. He was going to fall off the breakfast bar and do himself an injury if he didn’t calm down. “Keep still,” Jeff ordered, using his hands to pin Eddie’s hips down.

  He worked his way up to Eddie’s bollocks again, and this time he experimented with sucking one into his mouth. It was odd. Slightly prickly textured. But not unpleasant. Not in the slightest. He sucked in the other as well, pleased Eddie’s balls weren’t as big and hairy as his own.

  “Godohgodohgod,” Eddie whined. Jeff could feel him straining and pressed him down even more firmly.

  “Keep still, or I’ll have to tie you down.”

  “Please do that again,” Eddie pleaded. “So good.”

  What was good? Holding him down? He was still doing that. Oh, the tea-bagging. Or was it actually considered tea-bagging from this angle? Jeff didn’t know. He’d ask Eddie when he was back to normal again. Although keeping him in a state like this for hours on end was incredibly tempting.

  As Jeff sucked on Eddie’s balls, he contemplated all the things they could now do together. He had so many plans.

  He could hogtie Eddie and fuck his throat while he held his nose shut.

  He could tie him spread-eagled and kiss him all over.

  He could watch the sunrise with him from Jeff’s garden, then go inside for coffee and toast before heading back to bed.

  It was all good.

  Happy thoughts filled Jeff’s head as he turned his attention to Eddie’s cock. There were so many things they could do together. So many first times for them still to come.

  And the one he was going to concentrate on enjoying right now was getting Eddie to come in his mouth.

  Jeff opened wide and sucked Eddie as deep as he could. Oh, not so far. He was only halfway down when the urge to gag hit him. How the fuck did Eddie take him all the way into his throat? Jeff wasn’t going to be able to do that in a hurry. But if he couldn’t go deep, then he’d just have to concentrate on the bit he could fit in his mouth.

  Jeff moved one of his hands to circle the base of Eddie’s cock, pumping up and down with it while he worked on sucking and licking the crown. Eddie was moaning like crazy now, and the olive-y flavour in Jeff’s mouth grew stronger. Yeah, he was getting there. Him, doing this to Eddie. Felt so fucking powerful.

  And at the exact same time, so fucking humble.

  “Can I come? Please, Sir?” Eddie pleaded.

  Oh, what a good sub he was. Jeff hadn’t even thought of this as a situation requiring permission. He pulled off for just long enough to growl “Do it,” before getting back to the job in hand. In mouth. Whatever. The important thing was, Jeff had his lover’s cock in his mouth, and he was determined to show him a good time.

  “God! Now, Sir. Coming now.”

  Jeff might have been warned, but the first jet of spunk was still a surprise, making him splutter and draw back. He watched the next two coming out while getting his breath back, then sucked Eddie in greedily. He wanted this. He’d earned it. And it tasted good. Like Eddie. And like sex. His two favourite things in the whole world.

  When the spunk stopped splurting and Eddie’s body had gone limp, Jeff got up, kicking the stool over in his rush to get his jeans undone. He walked round to where Eddie’s head rested. Fuck. He hadn’t thought this through. He’d wanted to come all over Eddie’s face, but the height of the breakfast bar put paid to that idea. He frowned.

  “You okay?” Eddie asked. He was frowning too. “Shit. You didn’t like it.”

  “Don’t be an idiot. It was fucking fantastic. As you should be able to see by this bad boy.” Jeff grabbed his erection and almost came on the spot. “My nuts are fucking bursting. I was just trying to figure out how I was going to come all over your face.”

  A slow smile dawned on the face in question. “Help me down.”

  And that was how, less than a minute later, Jeff had a kneeling Eddie in front of him, smiling dreamily as Jeff painted his lips with come.

  Jeff’s orgasm rippled its way up to his heart too, and when he’d finally finished pumping his love all over Eddie, he pulled him to his feet. And kissed him. Both of their flavours mingled on his tongue.

  “I fucking love you,” he said, squeezing Eddie tight.

  “Love you too, you bastard.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  “So you’re going to do all the talking?” Eddie asked, for what must have been the twentieth time, as they walked down the hill to Jeff’s folks’ the next day. Jeff had contemplated bringing the truck for a quick getaway if necessary, but it was always a nightmare parking it down there on the narrow roads, and it was a lovely day.
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br />   Also, his hands had been shaking too much to trust himself driving.

  “I told you, I’ve got it sorted. I’ll be fine.” He was kind of terrified, but he just wanted to get it all over and done with as soon as possible.

  “I just want you to know I’m there for moral support if you need me.”

  “I know that.” Jeff smiled at his boyfriend. Boyfriend. The thought made him all gooey inside, like someone had scooped out his innards and replaced them with warm caramel sauce. He wanted to take Eddie’s hand as they walked, but knowing the Hook St. Norton grapevine, someone would see them, ring up his folks and steal his thunder.

  Although maybe that would be the best way to do it, and save himself the ordeal of coming out.

  Nah, that was the coward’s way out. Eddie would respect him far more if he told his family face-to-face.

  He just had to keep thinking about that and how amazing things had been last night. And this morning, when he’d spanked Eddie scarlet before fucking him every which way. And the way Eddie had looked afterwards, all blissed out and happy. The warm caramel sauce bubbled, and Jeff was in danger of popping a stiffy if he carried on in with that train of thought.

  But then they turned the corner, and he could see his dad outside the house, smoking, and his dick shrivelled. Bert watched them approach, smoking his ciggie with a kind of defiant rage. That must mean Tony and co were here already, as Mags wouldn’t let Bert smoke in the house when the kids were there.

  “This your mate, then, is it? The one you texted about?” Bert said, tipping his head back so he could look down his nose at Eddie, who towered a good six inches above him. Jeff rolled his eyes at the macho posturing. And it was only going to get worse when Bert found out the truth.

  “Yep, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is my dad, Bert. Come on. Mum’ll be in the kitchen, I expect.”

  Bert held out a hand, and Jeff watched as he squeezed Eddie’s hand hard. That had to hurt. “You got a last name, son? I don’t recognise you from round these parts.”

  “Powell. And I grew up in Bradford on Avon.”

  “Ah. Bradford on Avon, eh? Bit posh there, isn’t it.” Bert was clearly doing his best to wind Eddie up.

  But Eddie just smiled. “I suppose it is.”

  “Not sure what you’re doing hanging around with a reprobate like my Jeff, then.”

  “Dad! Since when have I been a reprobate?”

  “Since that time you stole a car and crashed it.”

  “You mean the time I borrowed your car without asking and backed it into a wall? Come on, Dad. That was ten years ago. One little dent is hardly writing the thing off. And it wasn’t like I’d been drinking or anything. And I’d passed my driving test and everything.” Jeff turned to Eddie, who was giving him a look he recognised as amusement. “Come on, let’s find Mum.”

  They headed inside, and Jeff pulled Eddie to one side in the hall before heading through to the noise of the kitchen. “Sorry about that. Did he hurt you? He’s always trying to prove he’s the top dog when he shakes hands.”

  “I’m fine.” Eddie flexed his fingers and winked. “Good thing I’m a masochist, that’s all I can say. And you know how I love a dominant man.”

  “If you’re getting turned on my dad’s handshake, that’s just wrong.”

  Eddie gave him a challenging look. “You think you can do better?”

  “Arm wrestling. Later. My place. Winner gets a blowjob. And a rimming.”

  “Mmm, I like your thinking.”

  Jeff licked his lips, sorry they had to go through with the whole coming-out-to-the-family ordeal first, but that was just the way it was. He squared his shoulders and headed into the kitchen.

  “Hi, Mum. I’ve got someone for you to meet.”

  Mags was bent over the oven, and all they could see was her ample bottom in leopard-print Lycra. Jeff groaned inwardly, wondering what Eddie made of his folks. Eddie’s own family sounded so very different. Respectable, for a start.

  “Hold on a minute,” Mags called. “Just testing the bird. Okay, another half hour should do it.” She slammed the door shut and turned to give him a hug. “Hello, darling. You’re looking good.” She narrowed her eyes. “You look like a man who got lucky last night.”

  Jeff scratched his neck, which was getting very hot.

  “Oh sweetie, I am happy for you, you know that. Now why couldn’t you have brought her with you? Not that I mind having your friend instead. Eddie, wasn’t it?” Mags turned to Eddie and hugged him tight. “Ooh, you’re all skin and bone. Good thing I’ve got plenty of grub to fatten you up, isn’t it?”

  “Mum, he’s hardly starving.”

  “This is all lean muscle, Mrs. White,” Eddie said, his face serious but his eyes twinkling. “I can assure you I eat plenty. I just don’t seem to be able to pack much weight on. Unlike your son.”

  “Ooh, listen to you. Dead posh, you are, aren’t you? And it’s Mags, sweetheart. No need to stand on ceremony here. Now why don’t you two get yourselves drinks and head on out to the garden. Your brother’s here, with all the family.”

  Jeff went and fetched a couple of lagers from the fridge, handing an open bottle to Eddie. “Come on, then,” he said when Eddie lingered over a pile of vegetables.

  “Can I help you with anything, Mags?” Eddie offered. “I could peel these carrots if you like.”

  “Well I never. A man offering me help in the kitchen! Jeff, you can bring him back anytime. But no, love, it’s all under control. I do this every week. You want to come back and help me on Christmas Day, though, love, and I’ll gladly take you on.”

  “It’s a date,” Eddie said, kissing her hand.

  Mags giggled and blushed. “Be off with you, Casanova, or my Bert’ll be getting jealous.”

  Jeff just shook his head at Eddie and let him out to the garden.

  “All right, bro. You feeling better today?” Tony called from over in the improvised goal.

  “Yeah?” Jeff puzzled for a moment, then recalled his hasty exit from the pub the night before. So much had happened since, was it really less than twenty-four hours ago? His whole life had changed since then. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just needed to sleep on it. This is Eddie, by the way. Eddie, this is Tony, and that’s his wife Denise.” He pointed out Denise, who was flicking through a magazine, her feet up on a sun lounger. “And these four balls of energy are Jayden, Tyler, Jackson and Chardonnay. Don’t laugh,” he muttered to Eddie. “It was better than some of the other names they came up with.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Eddie said. “Do you need a couple of extra players on the field? Because it’s been a few years, but I was a pretty mean midfielder when I was at college. And I think we could put together a game of three-a-side if me and Jeff join in.”

  In the end, they played football with Tony and the kids for a good half hour until Mags called them in, and Eddie proved to be pretty bloody amazing with the ball. Jeff could see him gaining points with the kids and with Tony, and he was feeling pretty positive about the whole situation when they headed inside. This would go fine. It had to. They’d all liked Eddie. Even his dad had shown a kind of grudging admiration when Eddie didn’t wince at his monster handshake.

  The table was set up in the front room, as there just wasn’t space for them all in the kitchen, and Jeff looked around at everyone. Eddie was listening to Jayden’s recital of footie statistics with an expression of interest—definitely a masochist—and even his dad was smiling at something Tony was saying. It would be a shame to break up the happy party with his announcement. Maybe he should leave it till after the main course. When everyone was feeling too full of food to object to anything much.

  Unfortunately, Mags got in there first. “So, Eddie,” he heard her asking, and the sly tone to her voice set off alarm bells. “You know anything about this new girl of Jeff’s? He’s b
eing awfully secretive about her. He hasn’t even given me a name. I’m going to start thinking she’s married or something if he doesn’t introduce me to her soon.”

  “Or completely fictional,” Tony chipped in.

  “Have you got a girlfriend yourself?” Mags asked Eddie. “Oh, are they friends or something? She some posh bird he doesn’t want to bring round coz he’s ashamed of us or something?”

  Eddie was looking at him expectantly. “Jeff? I think you’d better handle this one.”

  Right, yes, because Jeff had said he’d do all the talking, hadn’t he? Now why had he said that, exactly? Jeff stared down at his half-eaten dinner, but the roasties weren’t giving him any inspiration, other than reminding him that they were just about the same size and shape as Eddie’s balls. Balls which he’d had in his mouth for the first time yesterday. And he’d enjoyed it, oh so very much.

  “Eddie doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Jeff found himself saying. It was a roundabout way to get to the point, but he needed to build up to it. “He has a boyfriend.” There, he’d outed Eddie. Now he just needed to out himself. “Me.” He cleared his throat and looked up from his roast dinner. “I’m Eddie’s boyfriend. So now you know.”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Every pair of eyes at the table was staring right at Jeff. All except for Chardonnay, who was looking at Eddie. “Does that mean you’re my uncle?” she asked. “Cool. Mum, Dad, I’ve got another uncle. Shakeisha’s going to be well jealous. She’s got two mums,” she announced proudly, “but she ain’t got no gay uncles.”

  “Hasn’t got any,” Denise muttered absently, “not ain’t got no.”

  Jeff looked from one to another of them. The boys had all lost interest by now and were eating. Tony was staring at him with his arms folded, like Jeff was a Sudoku puzzle that needed solving. Denise was wide-eyed, but she gave him a small smile. His dad was… Well, his dad was getting up and walking out of the room. His mum was biting her lip and worrying her charm bracelet, and Eddie was looking at him with those big golden eyes all suspiciously bright, but he was smiling proudly, and that was the best sight in the whole bloody world.