Craig shoved the thoughts aside. When he was a boy his mother had warned him about his tendency to borrow trouble, but he couldn’t help it. His mind would get going and his imagination would take over his common sense and he’d often worry himself sick about things that might never happen.
“This is really good.”
Alan reached over and put his hand on Craig’s thigh. “What’s wrong?”
Craig both loved and hated that Alan could read him so well. It gave him a sense of peace and comfort to know that he couldn’t hide his moods from Alan. “I’m okay, it’s been a really long and sort of strange week, that’s all.”
Alan’s hand stroked Craig’s thigh. “I know.” His hand slid a little closer to Craig’s cock. Craig tightened his grip on his fork and struggled to stay still. He really wanted to shift a little so that Alan’s fingers would graze his erection. Any contact was better than the way he almost touched him where he needed it.
“It’s been a good week, though, right, Little One?” Alan’s voice sounded thicker and lower, as if lust and anticipation were already strangling him.
Little One. Not boy. Not something generic. Anyone could be boy, but only he could be little one. Oh god, yes. Craig latched onto the word that claimed him as Alan’s and he let out a shaky breath. “It’s been a very good week, Daddy.”
“But you’re stressed.”
It wasn’t a question, but Craig felt it required a response, so he nodded his head. “Yes, Daddy.”
Alan’s hand slid off his thigh and Craig immediately missed the heat from his palm.
“Eat your dinner.” Alan’s command was soft, but stern.
“Yes, Daddy.” Craig’s appetite vanished, but he ate dutifully anyway. Every so often, Alan would reach over and card his fingers through Craig’s hair, or rub his thigh. Each time Craig’s cock would get harder and thicker and it would get more and more difficult to eat.
By the time Craig finished eating, his cock was swollen and uncomfortable in the tight confines of his pants. Alan stood up from the table and gathered their empty plates. He paused and kissed Craig on the forehead. “Head upstairs, Sweetheart. I’ll be along in a minute.”
Craig stood, but paused, a flicker of uncertainty coursed through him. If they were going to do this, he didn’t want to do it in the spare room, the pseudo-playroom, or whatever it had been to Alan and Mike. He wanted to be Alan’s in every way and if they were going to do this he wanted to do it in Alan’s room.
“Daddy?”
“What is it, Sweetheart?” Alan’s forehead creased. Craig could tell that he was picking up on his nerves. He took a breath and did his best to steady himself.
“Do you think, I mean, can we…in your room, Daddy? I don’t want to use the spare room.” Craig looked at the floor, then, when he didn’t immediately sink into it and vanish, he closed his eyes.
He heard Alan set the plates down, then approach him. Soft fingers traced the line of his jaw and Craig submitted to the gentle touch that tilted his head up. “Look at me.”
Craig obeyed the smooth baritone. He couldn’t help it if he tried. There was something about the sound of Alan’s voice that reached into him and soothed him.
“You don’t want to use the spare room?”
Craig did his best not to tremble. “No, Daddy.”
“Why not? You were fine with it before. What changed?”
Craig swallowed and wished he could close his eyes and shrink away, or close his eyes and press himself closer to Alan. He wanted to be in his arms where he felt safe. “That was before I was yours.”
Alan cupped Craig’s chin, then leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Then go on upstairs and strip down and wait for me in my room.”
Craig did his best not to run up the stairs like an excited child. He wanted to show Alan that he could be mature and composed, but he couldn’t help taking the stairs two at a time and he almost ripped his shirt he tore it off so fast.
He folded his clothes neatly and knelt on the floor. He did his best to remember how exactly he was supposed to do this, it had been awhile since he’d knelt and presented himself properly and he was more than a little excited. His cock was certainly into the idea of having his first proper scene with Alan. What they’d done so far had been hot and while he was glad that Alan had been willing to take things slow, Craig wanted to prove to Alan him that he could satisfy him. Craig knew that as a Dom and a club owner, Alan had a lot more experience, but according to Alan that didn’t matter. He said that he liked his lack of experience. All Craig had to do was submit and to trust that his submission would make up for his inexperience.
He forced himself to close his eyes and regulate his breathing. He bowed his head and waited. And waited. Finally, the door opened, and Alan came into the room. He resisted the urge to raise his head to look at Alan.
Craig leaned into Alan’s familiar touch as he cupped his cheek.
“Such a beautiful boy. So eager to please Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” God yes. He wanted to please Alan more than anything. He wanted to please him so bad he thought he might quiver out of his skin in anticipation.
Alan circled him. He touched his head, stroked his fingers through his hair, ran his hand across Craig’s shoulders, then down his spine, stopping just shy of his ass. Alan’s lips grazed the shell of Craig’s ear and he inhaled sharply. “What if I told you that you already please me, Little One?”
Fuck. His heart was a goner and he knew it right then. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Alan, no matter if he was in Daddy mode or if they were hanging out as boyfriends. He wanted to make Alan happy. He wanted it more than anything. But he hadn’t done anything, not really. Fear gripped him, and he trembled involuntarily.
“Sweetheart?”
“I’d ask why, Daddy? I haven’t…we haven’t…we’ve barely…” Craig pressed squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. He felt like he was already failing at this. He couldn’t even answer a simple question.
“Stand up, Sweetheart.” Alan’s voice was firm, but his tone was gentle, and Craig got to his feet. He was ungraceful and still shaking as he did so, but he managed.
The next thing he knew, Alan had pulled him close and ran a hand down his back as the other cradled his head against Alan’s chest. “You are so eager to please me that you’re tying yourself up in knots over the possibility of not pleasing me. I need you to relax, can you do that for me, Little One?”
At that moment Craig thought could let himself be tied up and flogged or chained to a cross and caned before he’d be able to relax. “I can try, Daddy.” He exhaled and let himself enjoy the warmth of Alan’s bare chest. “For you, I can try.”
Alan’s hands roamed lower and they gave Craig’s ass a playful squeeze. “I’ll be right back.”
Alan stepped out the door, but only for a moment. He returned with one of the dining room chairs and set it down behind Craig. “Have a seat.”
Without hesitation, Craig sat in the chair. He looked up at Alan and decided that he liked this view of him the most. He liked it when Alan loomed over him. He seemed so composed and so powerful. Craig shivered at the thought of Alan losing control. He wondered what Alan would be like if he let himself go. Craig’s mouth watered, and his dick hardened even more at the thought of Alan wild and blissed out.
Alan circled Craig as if he were prey. He watched as Alan crossed the room and opened one of his drawers. He returned with a handful of ties and dropped them unceremoniously into Craig’s lap. Wordlessly, Alan arranged Craig so that his ass was only half on the seat. He leaned him back, so his shoulders rested on the back of the chair. Craig shivered when Alan dragged his hands down Craig’s legs and arranged them so his feet were next to the legs of the chair.
Craig’s cock strained upward, and Craig’s breathing became shallow as Alan knelt in front of him and carefully grabbed a tie off Craig’s lap. Craig’s eyes widened, and his pulse sped as Alan secured hi
s ankles to the legs of the chair. Still kneeling, Alan looked at Craig and ran his hands along the outside of Craig’s thighs. Alan leaned in and brushed a soft kiss against Craig’s lips as he retrieved two more ties from his lap.
Craig shut his eyes when Alan stood and circled around behind him. Alan used the ties to secure Craig’s arms to the back legs of the chair. Still behind him he leaned down and Craig shivered as his lips caressed the outer shell of his left ear.
“Comfortable, Little One?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Craig arched his back into Alan’s gentle touch when his hands ran down Craig’s chest. He tilted his head back and soaked in the euphoric feeling that filled him.
Alan retrieved the last tie from Craig’s lap and the silky fabric tickled his skin as Alan dragged it up his torso. “I’m going to blindfold you again. I want you to sit there and relax and feel and listen to me. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The fabric was cool against his skin as Alan covered his eyes. “Tell me your safe word.”
Craig swallowed a thick lump of nerves that took up residence in his throat. When he was with Tim he had to choose his own safe word, but he didn’t want to use that here. Not with Alan.
“Can we use the stoplights, Daddy? They’re easy to remember. Green is go. Yellow is slow down. Red is stop.”
Alan chuckled softly. “That’s fine, Sweetheart.” Warm lips touched the top of Craig’s bare shoulder. “I want you to close your eyes and relax.”
Alan circled Craig, but his hands never left him. Alan’s fingertips breezed across the tops of Craig’s shoulders. Then Alan flattened his hands and raked them down Craig’s chest. Alan’s lips danced across his collarbone and goosebumps erupted when Alan’s breath washed over his skin.
“Black looks amazing on your skin, too.” Alan stroked his hand over the ties the bound his wrists, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from Craig. “You’re so beautiful.” Alan barely breathed the words, but they sank into Craig’s heart and he clutched them tight. He felt beautiful. He almost wanted to cry because he’d never felt beautiful before. He’d never felt so appreciated just for existing until he met Alan. Alan never made him feel as if he were doing something wrong. He never felt as if he were falling short of Alan’s expectations.
Alan’s fingertips flicked over Craig’s nipples. The sensation sent shock waves to his cock and his entire body twitched.
A rumble of pleasure rippled out of Alan and he repeated the motion. Craig inhaled sharply. “Fuuuuuuck.” Craig couldn’t stop the word from sliding past his lips any more than he was able to contain the way his back arched into Alan’s touch or the warmth that heated his chest. He let his head roll back and rest on the back of the chair.
“You’re so perfect.” Alan’s hands explored lower. His fingers danced across Craig’s abs. Craig chuffed a laugh when they danced across his belly button. He groaned when Alan’s fingers travelled lower. They skimmed down the side of his stomach and into the crease of his thighs, then lower. Craig wanted Alan’s hand wrapped around his cock. He wanted to feel those powerful hands on his aching cock, but Alan had other ideas.
Feather-light touches danced down the insides of his thighs. A huff of hot air washed over his balls. Craig whimpered and barely resisted the urge to thrust his hips. Then Craig did lose control and thrust into the air when Alan’s hands skimmed up his thighs until they framed his cock. A delicate touch, fingers toyed with his thatch of dark hair.
“I’m going to shave this one day.”
Craig’s chest heaved as he groaned.
“Can you imagine how that would feel?”
Hot breath caressed Craig’s cock. He was so close he almost felt the brush of Alan’s lips on his skin.
“Can you imagine the way my hands would feel on you as I spread the shaving cream. Cold cream on hot skin.” Alan made a sound that was almost a purr.
“Ung.” Craig’s attempt at a coherent word was thwarted when Alan leaned forward and flicked the underside of his cock with his tongue.
“God,” Alan groaned. “The way you’d tremble as the razor would scrape against your skin. It would light you up from the inside out. You’d be so beautiful and sensitive after.” Alan’s hand wrapped around the base of Craig’s cock.
“Oh God. Oh fuck.” Craig’s head lolled back and forth.
Alan’s laughter was low and husky. He sounded as if he were as affected as Craig was. Wound tight, his body thrummed with barely contained need.
Alan dragged his hand up Craig’s cock as his tongue swirled around the head.
“All that hair stripped away. Your pretty cock all naked and hard for me.”
Craig twitched so hard the chair creaked when Alan’s fingers brushed against Craig’s balls. The gentle touches combined with Alan’s deep, soothing voice, laced with husky need drove Craig closer to the edge. They filled him and coursed through his veins like a drug. Maybe Alan was a drug. Since he’d walked into Craig’s life everything was brighter, lighter, easier.
Alan continued to assault Craig’s senses with his smooth husky voice and his expert touches. Fire built in Craig’s stomach and slowly spread outward. Up his chest, down his trembling thighs, and up his rock-solid erection.
Craig’s wrists tugged at the restraints and he struggled to keep his eyes closed when Alan’s hot, wet, mouth encased Craig’s cock and took it all in.
“Oh fuck.” Craig panted and thrust his hips, but Alan quickly tossed an arm around his middle and pinned his restless hips down.
“Oh God. Oh shit. Your mouth. Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m…”
Every muscle in Craig’s body stiffened and twitched. Then Alan’s mouth came off Craig’s cock with the lewd slurping sound of lips breaking suction. His touch simultaneously vanished. Craig’s chest heaved. “Fuck.” The word came out choked and Alan chuckled. He placed his hands on the tops of Craig’s knees and slowly slid them up his thighs.
“Thought I told you to stay still.” Alan said, and Craig stopped struggling. His breathing was still erratic, and he balled his hands into fists.
“Sorry. Fuck. Sorry, I was so close.”
“Mmmmm,” Alan moaned. “I’m not sure what’s sexier. Watching every muscle in your body twitch, or that desperate edge your voice gets when you’re so close to falling apart.” Alan gripped Craig’s cock again and gave it a languid pump.
Craig jerked in his restraints. “Fuck.”
“You have a filthy mouth, Little One.” Alan didn’t sound upset. He continued with the slow and lazy way he tortured Craig’s cock. Craig’s body thrummed with need that only seemed to build the slower Alan stroked.
“Shit.” Craig twitched when Alan’s tongue slicked along his tight sack. “And you say I have a filthy mouth. Goddamn, that’s gonna…” A desperate desire spread through him and felt like flames licked his entire body. Hot all over and right near the edge, he was so close to losing control, but like before, Alan sensed his impending orgasm, and all contact ceased.
“You should see yourself. All flushed and on edge. You’re so wild right now, so desperate.” Alan kissed the crease of Craig’s thigh. His words were a balm on Craig’s charred heart, but the tender kiss was what touched him the most. Alan had never been anything but gentle and generous with Craig, but that kiss felt like more. It was as if the kiss spoke all the things that Alan hadn’t said, and it made Craig feel precious.
Alan’s hands returned, and his ministrations continued, but Craig could tell by the movement that Alan’s control might be slipping. Craig wanted it to slip. He wanted Alan to need him with the same ferocious need that coursed through his veins and strangled his words.
“Can I…can we…God, Daddy. I need you. Please.”
The ties on his ankles were the first to vanish. Then Alan quickly released his wrists. Before he could get a word in, Alan pulled Craig off the chair and into his arms.
Chapter Twelve
Alan
Some Dom Alan was. He w
as supposed to be in control. He’d intended to edge Craig until he was red, trembling, and desperate for release. Then, and only then, would he allow the boy to fly. But then he’d begged, and Alan couldn’t hold out any longer. He needed him. He ached for Craig in a way that made it seem wrong to leave him bound and begging.
He kissed him with a ferociousness that surprised Craig. He took advantage of the sexy way Craig gasped and slid his tongue through his parted lips. Craig melted into him. The only thing keeping Craig upright was Alan. In his arms, Craig was pliant. Even his mouth submitted. Craig’s tongue caressed Alan’s as it explored.
Craig’s arms wrapped around Alan’s neck. Fingers slid up into his hair as Alan kissed his way down Craig’s jaw. He flicked Craig’s earlobe with his tongue and Craig’s fingers tightened in Alan’s hair. Craig moaned. The sound was full of desperation, desire, and pure need. It was music to Alan’s ears. He scooped Craig up into his arms and carried him to the bed.
“I wanted to edge you into oblivion, but God, Little One, I can’t.” Alan said as he set Craig down on the bed. He quickly undid his pants and slid out of them, then yanked his shirt off. “I need you. I need to touch you and kiss you and possess you.”
Still blindfolded, Craig scooted up the bed a little, then leaned back on his elbows. “I need you, too. So much, Daddy.”
Daddy. Alan never for a moment considered how much it would turn him on to hear that word come out of Craig’s needy mouth. He was beautiful with his lust-flushed cheeks and his kiss-swollen lips. And he was his. Alan’s boy. His Little One. His Sweetheart.
Alan crawled up the bed and straddled Craig. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He didn’t know what he did to deserve him, but he’d always be thankful for Craig and the way he’d crashed into his life.
“Lay back.” Lay back and let me love you, Alan thought, but it was too early for such declarations. He could love Craig though. The thought should scare him, but it didn’t. He wanted to love Craig. There was something about Craig that drew Alan to him, an invisible string connected them. He’d felt the pull the moment his eyes landed on Craig. All he wanted to do since he’d met him was wrap him up in his arms and never let him go. He wanted to possess Craig in ways that he’d never fathomed before.
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