“It’s definitely a night I’m going to remember.”
Craig turned his head and cocked an eyebrow at Alan. “Why? Going to take your new sub out for a spin? Tie him up and flog up and see if he’ll come?” Craig laughed and was relieved when Alan shook his head.
“No. I’m going to take my new boyfriend up to my bed and I’m going to kiss him until we pass out. And then, in the morning, I’m going to kiss him some more, but only for a little while, because I have to get him to work on time.”
Craig stood up and started to gather the containers of food off the coffee table. “Then I guess we should clean this up, so we can get on with our plans.”
Alan laughed, and rose to help him. “Eager, are we?”
Craig sighed and looked at Alan from the corner of his eye. “Truthfully, I’ve been looking forward to being with you all day long.” Craig stilled. “Do you think it’s weird for us to move this fast? We just met and we’ve already like…crossed certain lines and signed a Dom/sub sex contract. We’ve established that you’re willing to be my Daddy and my boyfriend. Does it bother you at all?”
Alan arched an eyebrow. “Does it bother you?”
“It feels like it should bother me. I don’t think it’s fast, but then I think of what other people will think, or how they’d see it and it makes me wonder if we did move really fast.”
Alan walked up to Craig and leaned in. He kissed him sweetly on the lips, then winked at him when he pulled away. “I think we’re moving at the exact pace we’ve decided is right for us and I think anyone who isn’t us doesn’t get to voice an opinion about our relationship, not one that matters.”
“Gah.” Craig exhaled and then laughed. “Are you the perfect boyfriend or something?”
That made Alan laugh as they headed for the kitchen. “I’m not the perfect boyfriend. I’m sometimes jealous and always possessive and I’ll probably forget an anniversary at one point or another.”
Craig liked the idea that Alan was already thinking of being with him long enough to have an anniversary with him, let alone forget about one. Craig watched Alan as he put all the various containers in the fridge. Contract talk over Chinese food hadn’t really been what Craig had expected to happen, not that he was complaining, but every time he thought he had his mind wrapped around everything, he’d think of another question.
“Hey, won’t the other Dom’s mind if you bring your boyfriend to the club, who is your sub sometimes, but not at the club? Won’t that cause a problem?”
Alan shut the fridge and pulled Craig into his arms. “Why would it? It’s my club. It’s a safe space for everyone, and everyone includes you.”
“How’d you come to own a kink club anyway?”
“Well, it’s a long story.” Alan tugged Craig toward the stairs. “It really wasn’t my idea, but the opportunity came up. I’d recently come into some money and Mike really wanted to be a partner, so he got a loan to cover half. It wasn’t what I really wanted to do, but I was in a strange place in my life and I didn’t really know what I did want to do, and I figured this would be better than nothing.”
“What do you mean you were in a strange place?” Craig asked as Alan led them into the bedroom.
Alan’s fingers tugged at the bottom of Craig’s shirt. “Lift your arms, Sweetheart.”
Craig obeyed and stood still while Alan pushed the shirt up his body and gently removed it. Craig melted into Alan’s touch as he ran his hands down Craig’s bare back. Then Alan wrapped his arms around Craig’s waist and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “My parents had died and the money I eventually invested into the club was from the wrongful death lawsuit that I won.”
“Shit. I’m sorry.” Craig felt Alan shrug.
“It is what it is.”
Craig got the impression that Alan’s parents were a subject that was off limits, so he carefully steered the conversation in a different direction. “Why’d you buy Mike out if the club was his idea in the first place?”
“He didn’t want it anymore.”
“Do you?” Craig popped the button of his pants open and slid out of them. He kept his briefs on and turned to tug Alan’s shirt over his head.
“Why wouldn’t I want the club?”
Craig shrugged and focused on his shaking fingers as he worked the button of Alan’s pants open. “You said that you only invested in it because Mike wanted it and you didn’t know what else you were going to do with your life. Seems like you sort of ended up there and stayed there because it’s comfortable and familiar.”
Craig watched as Alan kicked his pants off. As far as first dates went, this was the weirdest and probably the best one he’d ever been on, Craig thought as Alan tossed the covers back and climbed into bed. He patted the empty space next to him and Craig dutifully climbed in beside him. Alan pulled him in close to him and Craig rested his head on Alan’s chest. He slung an arm around Alan’s middle.
“You’re right, you know. I don’t really want the club. I’m not, not-happy there, and it’s not something I saw myself doing. It was fine when I had Mike, but Mike’s gone and so is my enthusiasm.”
Craig’s eyes fluttered shut as Alan absent-mindedly stroked his fingers through Craig’s hair. “What would you do if you didn’t have the club?”
“I still don’t know. I guess that’s why I’m still there. It’s not like I have an artistic passion I want to pursue. I don’t like cooking enough to want to do anything with that particular skill. I got a business degree in college because it made the most sense. It was stupid luck that I ended up being any good at it.” Allan nuzzled his nose into Craig’s hair and breathed in. “If you weren’t at the hotel, what would you want to do?”
“I like my job. I’d still want to be a concierge.”
“What do you like about it?”
Craig winced. “Okay, this might sound dumb, but…I like feeling useful. I like solving people’s mostly first world problems, like not having enough towels or getting a room that faces the wrong view. They have problems that I can fix and most of the time people are genuinely grateful that they got their towels, or their fancy view or that I found them tickets to the concert they wanted to see or that I had a car waiting to take them to the airport.”
As Craig rambled on, the feel of Alan’s body pressed tightly to his and the sensation of his strong, smooth, hands roaming Craig’s body drove him crazy. “I have to admit that this wasn’t what I thought we’d be doing after signing that contract.”
Alan chuckled and kissed Craig on the top of the head. “Let me guess, you thought I’d immediately order you to kneel, so I could inspect my property.”
The words alone woke Craig’s dick the rest of the way, but the mental image made him rock solid in seconds. “Something like that.” His voice was thick with lust and he didn’t try to hide it. He wanted Alan to know how much he wanted him. “What would you have done next?”
One of Alan’s hands travelled down Craig’s back. Craig resisted the urge to arch his back and seek more contact when Alan’s fingers brushed past the crease of his ass. “Well, you were wearing too many clothes, so I probably would’ve ordered you to stand so I could strip you. Or maybe I’d have made use of my boy and had him suck my cock.”
White hot want surged through Craig. He whimpered and Alan’s fingers, which had returned to his head and had been delicately toying with his hair, gripped tight.
“Do you like the sound of that, Little One?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Craig let his hand slide lower. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a cock in his mouth, and nor did he want to. He wanted Alan’s cock. “Please, Daddy. Please, can I?” Craig couldn’t keep the needy tone out of his voice, but the hint of desperation seemed to please Alan, who kissed Craig on the top of the head.
“Go on. I’ve been dying to see what that gorgeous mouth of yours is capable of.”
Craig knew that eventually Alan would want to have him bound and begging and on his knees. One day soo
n, Alan would want to tie him up and while the possibility was thrilling, Craig was grateful that they were easing into it. Maybe Alan sensed his apprehension. But there was no room for anything but desire in this moment.
Craig shifted onto his knees and nuzzled into Alan’s neck. He kissed the tender flesh below Alan’s ear, then placed a series of kisses lower and lower. To see how Alan would react, he nipped gently at Alan’s collarbone.
Alan hissed. “Do that again and I’ll have to spank you, Boy.” His stern words were contrasted by the way he lightly dragged his fingers up Craig’s side.
Craig’s cock twitched at the vision he got of himself draped over Alan’s lap and he toyed with the idea of nipping Alan’s collarbone again to ensure that he’d get to feel Alan’s hand as it smacked his ass until he was tender and delicate. But he wanted to please Alan more than he wanted that spanking. He continued his journey lower, stopping at each nipple to suck and lave it with his tongue. He kept his teeth to himself, fearing another rebuke from his Daddy. His breath caught. His Daddy. He never really thought he’d have that.
Alan flinched when Craig placed a kiss next to his belly button.
“Daddy?” Craig’s voice was slightly muffled by Alan’s stomach.
“It’s okay, Little One,” Alan reached down and ruffled Craig’s hair. “I’m a little ticklish, that’s all.”
Craig reached up and brushed a thumb over Alan’s nipple as he kissed the same spot, making Alan flinch again.
Craig followed the dark, but barely there, treasure trail down to Alan’s eagerly throbbing cock. Alan’s fingers slid through Craig’s hair. Alan’s breath hitched when Craig nuzzled into his thatch of course dark hair, then slicked his tongue up the side of Alan’s shaft.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Craig wanted to smile at the easily won praise, but settled for swirling his tongue around the head of Alan’s cock, an action that elicited a low moan. The ink had barely dried on the contract and Craig was already addicted to Alan’s sounds.
Normally Craig would shift positions so that he was nestled between Alan’s legs. He liked to look up at a guy when he sucked them off. He liked the sense of powerlessness it gave him, knowing that they could, at any moment, take his skull in their hands and fuck his face. Craig continued to lick and lave Alan’s cock and Alan’s hand caressed the cheek of his ass, his fingers dipped inside the crease and Craig shuddered.
Alan’s hand disappeared for a moment, then returned and a spit-slick finger toyed with his hole. Craig whimpered, and he took more of Alan’s cock into his mouth. Alan wasn’t huge, but he was thick and long. Craig squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax his gag reflex. Some guys thought it was a huge compliment if you choked on their dick, but it turned others right off, and Craig was too desperate to find out exactly what Alan was going to do with that finger to want to risk it.
Patience was rewarded when Alan’s finger teased his entrance, then pressed inside. Spit wasn’t the best lube, so it was a bit rough, but that only make Craig’s cock thicker. He wrapped a hand around the base of Alan’s cock, then sucked him down as far as he could without gagging. He whimpered again when Alan’s finger disappeared, cried out when two returned in its place. Alan bucked his hips slightly and Craig focused on teasing Alan’s cock with his tongue, and not the frantic need to reach down and grab his own dick and give into the desperate need for friction that clawed at his insides.
Alan kept up a steady, slow pace, that slowly pulled Craig’s control apart. He was writhing back on Alan’s fingers as he sucked and licked and jacked Alan’s thick cock. Then he pulled off and slid his tongue down the length of Alan’s shaft. Slowly, he slicked his tongue along Alan’s soft sack, then took it gently in his mouth as his hand pumped Alan’s cock. This was his favorite part of giving head. Craig loved testicles. He loved having the most delicate part of a man in his mouth. He loved the way the soft skin felt on his tongue and he especially loved the sounds Alan made and the way his body stiffened and twitched.
Alan was fiercely fucking his ass with his fingers, but Craig kept his ministrations slow and gentle.
“Oh, fuck.” Alan’s hips jerked, and Craig fought the urge to smile as he heard the last bit of Alan’s restraint snap. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Alan hissed when Craig went back to sucking his cock. As gentle as he was with Alan’s sack, he was fierce with his cock. He gripped the base and sucked down to meet his hand. His other hand wandered up Alan’s chest and he pinched one of Alan’s nipples. Alan’s other hand flew to cup the back of Craig’s head, but he only rested it there, he didn’t push down. Then his hips bucked, and Alan cried out as he shot his load down Craig’s throat.
Craig struggled not to gag as the semen shot the back of his throat, and he succeeded, but only barely. Before he could release Alan from his mouth, Alan’s fingers slid out of his ass. Craig whimpered and released Alan’s cock. He rested his head on Alan’s hip and breathed heavily as Alan went back to caressing his ass.
“Please, Daddy. Please.”
Craig hissed when Alan gripped a handful of his ass cheek. “Not tonight, Little One.”
Craig raised his head and looked at Alan. He didn’t even consider arguing with Daddy. If Daddy was satisfied, that’s all Craig cared about.
Alan smiled, and warmth surged through Craig as Alan cupped his cheek. “Good boy. I know you’re really worked up right now, and I’m proud of you for taking it so well. Come up for a cuddle, okay. You won’t be coming tonight, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to reward you at all.”
Craig couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot as he shifted position and curled into Alan’s side. He was still hard as a rock and his balls ached, but the discomfort was a small price to pay to see the immense pleasure on Alan’s face. Craig was thrilled down to his soul to hear the happiness and contentment in Alan’s voice when he stroked his fingers through Craig’s hair and told him over and over how good he was and how proud of him he was.
In spite of the heavy ache between his legs and the need that still tried to claw its way out through his skin, or maybe because of it, Craig easily drifted off to sleep wrapped up in Alan’s arms.
Craig walked into work the next morning with balls that still ached, an itch that needed to be scratched, but with strict instructions not to touch himself and none of that even began to sour his mood. In fact, it only made him smile bigger. Alan had been nothing but sweet to him that morning. Even though he’d issued the strict, do not dare touch yourself, Little One, order in his most delicious Daddy voice. He’d been the perfect boyfriend afterward. He made Craig breakfast and helped him shower and made sure he’d got to work on time.
Craig had barely swiped his card through the time clock before his uncle appeared out of nowhere. “Uncle Hank. You’re back.” Craig stepped into the open arms of his uncle and they hugged. “How are you? I wasn’t expecting you until next week.”
“Things wrapped up sooner than I expected, so I flew in last night.” His Uncle furrowed his brow. “I called your cell, but you never answered.”
Craig blushed. “I shut it off. Sorry. I was…ah…I was on a date.” Craig wanted to shift the conversation in a different direction, but his Uncle had other ideas.
“A date? Well, you’ll have to tell me all about it.”
Craig winced when his uncle threw an arm over his shoulder. “My shift just started. I’m sure there’s a guest somewhere who needs towels, or new soap or something. I have to get to work.”
Hank tightened his grip when Craig tried to pull away. “There’s a bunch of other people on shift who are fully qualified to deliver towels and kiss the ass of the rich. I’m taking you to the lounge for a coffee and you’re going to tell me all about your date.” Hank paused and cast him a wink. “Maybe not all about it. Spare me some details.”
Craig laughed and threaded an arm around his uncle’s waist and let himself be led to the lounge. It was good to have his uncle home, so good, that he found himself surprised
to like the idea of introducing him and Alan.
“Hey, you did say to tell you all about it.” Craig joked. His uncle was a great man and he had an open mind. But he supposed that even the most open minded individuals wouldn’t want the details of their nephew’s sex life. “It’s good to have you back, Uncle Hank.”
Chapter Ten
Alan
Steve stormed into Alan’s office and dropped heavily into one of the chairs that sat across from his desk. Alan glanced at him, then glanced back at his computer. “Can I help you?”
“You had a date with the kid,” when Alan cut him a sharp look Steve paused and corrected himself. “Okay, sorry. How did it go with Craig?” The corner of Alan’s mouth twitched and Steve grinned. “You dirty dog. That pretty young thing really took a shine to you, huh?”
Alan leaned back in his chair. “He signed the contract.” Alan debated telling Steve about their Daddy/boy relationship, but thought better of it. He wasn’t sure how comfortable Craig would be with the idea of Alan sharing those personal details.
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
Steve swept a hand over his bald head. “Damn, man. That’s one hot sub you got there. Please tell me you tied him up and made him beg, or whipped him or flogged him or who the fuck am I kidding, that’s not even your style. Man, you’re lucky. You own this place. You can have your pick of any sub in here.”
Alan’s smile faltered. “Well, that’s the thing. I think I’m going to sell the club.”
Alan couldn’t have surprised Steve more if he told him he was secretly in love with Steve’s sister.
“Say again?”
“I’m selling the club.” There. That sounded final. It was final. Alan realized last night, with Craig curled against him, happily sleeping, that he didn’t want the club. Craig was right, he had no real reason to keep it and he’d only done so because he thought he should. Hell, that’s why he bought it and he was tired of doing things because he thought he ought to do them. He wanted to want to do something.
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