Sold

by Sean Michael

  “I’ll try. If the scale moves too much, though, we’ll have to revisit it.”

  “I’m betting the scale isn’t going to move.” He smiled “But revisiting is allowed for all rules, as needed.”

  “When do I have to start?”

  “Tomorrow.” It was already too late for today.

  “I’ll try.”

  “And you’ll tell me if you can’t do it. I’ll help you.”

  Adam gave him that confused look again, but nodded. “Okay.”

  “Okay.” Clever fingers moved over his skin, teasing him lightly. “Are you trying to distract me?” Matt asked quietly.

  “No. No, I’m just waiting, touching.” Adam met his eyes. “I’m not scared of rules.”

  “Good. I like it when you touch me.”

  “I know.”

  He slid his knuckles along Adam’s cheek.

  Adam leaned into his touch. “What else do you want?”

  “I want two hours set aside after you’re back from yoga for just us.”

  “When you’re here?”

  “Yes. And maybe sometimes you’ll come to my place after yoga.”

  Adam nodded. “I rarely have scenes in the morning.”

  “I would prefer to keep it that way.”

  “Me, too. I like to work in my garden.” Adam smiled. “Not that I dislike my job. There are times the scenes are incredibly fun.”

  “Fun? Like what?” He was going to want to do scenes with Adam, too, and he wanted to know what Adam thought was fun.

  “I like the shows. Marcus always makes sure I’m aroused, excited. Simon does the ropes, and I love those because you can relax and he makes me laugh.”

  Matt made a mental note of the names of the masters Adam liked. “He tells you jokes or he tickles you?”

  “He tells me jokes.” Adam settled closer, fingers moving again. “It’s not about sex, usually, you know? It’s about control. Well, no. Not anymore. It’s about teaching, training. It used to be about control, at the beginning.”

  “Tell me more about how it’s changed.”

  “When I started, I was always thinking about controlling my passion, my erections, my reactions, because that’s not what I’m there for. Now I think about teaching, about making sure I’m doing it right.”

  “When we do scenes together, you’ll be able to relax, to just enjoy the scene for what it is.”

  “What kind of scenes do you like?”

  “It depends on my mood, on how much time we have. Intense, playful -- we should always enjoy each other.”

  “If there’s anything you need me to keep here for you, you’ll have to tell me.”

  Matt nodded. “Clothes, for sure. We each need to have a change of clothes at each other’s places.”

  Adam nodded. “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

  “You already have. I feel like I belong here. With you.”

  Oh, look at that smile. He wanted to keep that smile there, for Adam to always be happy.

  “I have a bag of supplies, but those are for work.”

  “No, we need a box for here and a box for my place. Stuff that is ours.”

  Adam looked down, then looked back up at him. “You’re talking about a lot of trouble. Money.”

  “We don’t have to go out and buy everything at once. We can build our inventory slowly, not to mention I have a lot of stuff already at my place, so it won’t take a lot of extra to stock my place up. And it doesn’t sound like trouble to me -- it sounds like fun.”

  “I don’t want to become work for you. It’s very important to me.”

  “You think being your Master is work?” It came as naturally as breathing to Matt.

  “Of course it is.”

  He guessed that made sense. Being a submissive was Adam’s work.

  “It’s a pleasure, Adam. And any meaningful relationship takes work.” Work and sex and laughter. Love. Joy.

  “I can’t think of anything I’d rather spend my time on.” Adam cupped his cheeks, kissed him, long and slow.

  He opened up, letting Adam in. Adam’s kiss was a slow burn, tongue sliding against his. Groaning, he fell slowly back against the couch, bringing Adam with him. His lovely one followed, cuddled into him.

  “You feel so good.” So right.

  “I hope so.” Adam’s kiss brushed his cheek.

  “I hope I feel good to you, too.”

  “You feel like I couldn’t be professional with you.”

  “Good.” He said the word fiercely, glad all the way to his toes.

  “I’ve never called another man Master.”

  A thrill went through him at that. “And you never will.”

  “Never is a very long time, Master.” Adam’s tongue slid over his bottom lip.

  “I don’t care how long never is. I won’t make it a rule -- I like that it was something you just did. Something that came naturally.”

  “It’s something I wanted to do.”

  “Thank you.” Matt kissed Adam, pulling on his upper lip and then his lower lip, moaning softly.

  There was something about Adam’s kisses that made Matt shake, made him want to bury himself in his lovely’s tight body. “Need you.” The words pushed out of him between kisses, his hips bucking, pressing against Adam.

  “I’m yours. Master.”

  His. All of Adam.

  “Yes. And I think we should move this to the bed.” Where there was lube, condoms. Where he could take his time.

  “We’re done talking?” Adam nodded, took his hand.

  “For now. We can revisit, we can talk more after. I want you now.”

  “Good.” There was a look of pure satisfaction on Adam’s face.

  He stood and took Adam’s hand, tugging him up, taking a kiss. Adam’s lean body pushed against him, the touch the most demanding he’d ever felt from his controlled lover. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Adam’s ass and pulled him in even tighter. Adam’s hands tangled in his hair, tugged him close, tongue fucking his lips almost aggressively.

  He grabbed hold of Adam’s tongue with his lips, sucking as he started walking them backward, eager to get to the bed, to push Adam down onto the mattress. It was time to drive his lovely man insane.

  He kept one hand on Adam’s ass, tugging him along the short distance to the corner of the room where the bed was. He pushed Adam’s loose pants off, loving the easy access. It didn’t take much to get Adam’s shirt off, either, and he slid his hands along Adam’s back, feeling the healing welts. Adam didn’t even flinch, didn’t pull away. In fact, there was the slightest arch into his hands.

  It made him groan, made him press harder, making the welts his. Theirs.

  “Master...” Adam shivered, pushed against him. “Please.”

  “I’ve got you, lovely.”

  Adam’s lips brushed his ear. “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

  “I’m not asking you to do anything. We’re making love, both of us together.”

  “Making love. I can do that.”

  “Good.” He brought their mouths back together again and tugged his t-shirt out of his jeans. Adam’s fingers were on his skin immediately. “Your hands feel so good.”

  “Your skin feels like magic.”

  He moaned at that, Adam making him feel so good, so important. Special. He wrapped his hand around Adam’s scalp, bringing him in for another kiss. Adam’s fingers framed his face, the heavy silk of his hair tangling. He took kiss after kiss, tongue licking into Adam’s mouth. His lover tasted good, sweet and spicy together. His hands found Adam’s back again, playing the bruises, making Adam feel them.

  “Finish undressing me, lovely.”

  “Mmm.” Adam’s fingers were clever, moving over him.

  “Love your touch.” He watc
hed Adam as his clothes were removed.

  “I... Thank you, Master.”

  “Mmm.” He took Adam’s mouth again, exploring as he rubbed their bodies together.

  Adam kissed him like it was the last thing the man was ever going to do. He liked the intensity. It was hot. One kiss melted into another and another, then another. They leaned toward the bed, his knees slowly giving out. Adam landed in his lap, fingers framing his face, tongue fucking his lips.

  He pulled their bodies together, wrapped his hand around their cocks. Adam wanted him -- prick full and leaking, swollen for him. He wrapped his lips around Adam’s throat, tugging at the skin with his mouth.

  “Marking me...”

  “Making you what, lovely?”

  “No. No, marking me. I’ve never let anyone, not like this.”

  “I’m not anyone, lovely.” He was Adam’s master.

  “No. You’re everything.”

  He kissed Adam hard. “So I can mark you.”

  Adam’s eyes met his. “I’m yours.”

  “That’s right. Mine.”

  “Then you can mark me as you wish.”

  He was going to blow his load. He latched back onto Adam’s neck with a moan, sucking hard.

  Adam arched, “Master!”

  He kept sucking. Adam’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard. He scraped the skin with his teeth. He could taste Adam’s skin, Adam’s salt. It tasted good. Adam tasted good. So very good.

  Soft sounds filled the air, Adam jerking against him. He held tight to Adam’s ass, squeezing the sweet globes.

  “Want. Want you, Matt.”

  “Me, too.” He shifted them, putting Adam beneath him and pressing down against his lovely’s body.

  Adam spread for him, legs cradling him. He wanted to be wrapped in Adam’s heat so badly. He forced himself to take his time, though. He wanted Adam to beg for it, beg for his cock. He slid his hands over Adam’s hips, teased them over to the long, hard cock, then danced them away again. Adam arched, offered over to him. He slid his hand beneath Adam, grabbing one butt cheek again and squeezing.

  “Mmm.” Adam spread for him, cock rubbing against his belly.

  He licked his way along from Adam’s lips to his neck, nuzzling and licking the mark he’d drawn up. He felt the shivers, heard the moans. He licked again, reaching for the lube on the bedside table. Adam’s eyes watched his fingers, one leg drawing up.

  Humming softly, he slicked his fingers up, slid them between Adam’s legs. That sweet, tight hole was right there, waiting for attention, waiting for him. He stroked it, teased just the very tip of his finger in. Adam bore down, rocking against him.

  “You want more, lovely?”

  Adam nodded, moaned softly.

  “We’ll get there.” He stroked over the wrinkled skin again.

  “Get there?” The look he got was confused, distracted.

  “Get to giving you more, to making love.”

  “Oh. Sorry. Was... yeah.”

  “Focused on my touch. You don’t have to apologize for that.” He stroked over Adam’s hole again.

  “Focused... you feel so good.”

  “You feel pretty great yourself.” He pushed his finger into Adam suddenly.

  “Master.” Adam’s ass left the bed.

  “That’s right, Adam. Master.” He pushed the finger deep, wriggling it inside the tight, velvety heat.

  Adam nodded. “My Master.”

  He loved how that sounded. He couldn’t imagine hearing it from anyone else, not now, not now that he had Adam. He rubbed a second finger against the wrinkled skin around Adam’s hole as he pushed in and out with his index. Adam moaned, moved with him, moved for him.

  “You’re so hot. So tight inside.” He finally pushed the second finger in with the first one, using both now to stretch Adam open.

  Adam’s eyes were closed, lips parted, focus on his touch. He pressed kisses over Adam’s skin, licked at his mark, at Adam’s throat. Every kiss made Adam moan, reach for him. He pressed a third finger into Adam, stretching.

  “Yes. Fuck, yes.” Adam bore down with a moan.

  “Lovely, needy man.”

  He loved the way his words made Adam blush. He spread his fingers wide, pushed them deep.

  “Fuck yes!”

  His eyes went wide, Adam’s outburst completely unexpected. He pushed in again, pushing just as deep once more.

  “Yes...” Oh, somebody liked that.

  “You have a very sweet spot.” He wanted to get it with his cock, nudge that little spot and send Adam to the moon.

  “Uhn.”

  He hit it again, and again, and Adam twisted, fingers digging into his shoulder. He nipped at Adam’s earlobe, then again at the mark he’d made. “You can come, lovely. I want you to come now and then again on my cock.”

  “Master. Master. Master.” It was like a song, really. Adam’s hymn to him. Each time Adam said it, he felt like his own gland was being hit, sweet pleasure going through him, settling in his balls.

  He watched Adam’s balls go tight, body jerking, spunk spraying from his lovely. It made him moan and press close, his fingers finding that gland one last time. A wild cry left Adam, tore from his controlled lover. He’d done that, he’d made Adam feel this way. He felt like a fucking hero.

  He wriggled his fingers again, groaned as a shiver worked its way through Adam’s body.

  “M...Master.”

  “That’s right. My man, my sub. Mine.” He let his fingers slide slowly away.

  “Yes...” Adam panted, lips open.

  “Me, now.” He took a quick kiss as he reached for a condom.

  “Yes, Master.” Adam grabbed his own knees and pulled.

  “Oh, fuck. Adam.” So fucking sexy.

  “Yes. Fuck Adam.”

  He started laughing, almost hiccupping with it. He got a sweet, tickled grin, the look natural, making Adam look like a young man.

  “I am, lovely. I’m going to fuck you through the mattress.”

  “Good.”

  Adam pulled his legs tighter, giving Matt a show. He swallowed hard and tried not to let his hands tremble as he worked on the condom. That tiny little hole was pink, glistening, waiting for him. He wrapped his hand around his prick, spreading the lube over the latex. Then he lined up, tip of his cock nudging that sweet little hole.

  “Master.” Adam spread for him easily.

  “Yes. Yes.” He began to push in, the tight heat of Adam’s body gripping him hard. Adam’s eyes went heavy-lidded, body still relaxed after his orgasm.

  Matt kept pushing, going in farther. It made him moan, how tight Adam was, how it felt like his lovely’s body was grasping, pulling him in. He could feel the muscles ripple, work his cock. He sank in and in until he was buried all the way inside his lovely. Adam’s legs wrapped around him, held him tight. He rubbed their noses together, breathing in his lover.

  “Mmm. Feel you.” Adam smiled for him, slow and easy.

  “I feel you, too. So hot. Tight. God.” It felt amazing. Adam felt amazing.

  Adam stretched, moaned deep in his chest. Matt wondered how long he could stay still like this. Those muscles worked him, rolled against his cock.

  “Oh, God. So good.” He couldn’t hold off any longer, his hips pulling and then pushing again.

  “Mmm.” Adam looked at peace, face relaxed, eyes happy.

  He could watch Adam like this forever. He kept thrusting, moving slowly.

  “Mmm. That’s fine.”

  “Better than fine,” he insisted.

  “Better.” Adam met each thrust.

  He held Adam’s gaze and moved faster, his thrusts stronger. He searched for Adam’s sweet spot, cock sliding in that tight sheath. He kept shifting slightly until he found it, Adam going from lazy pleas
ure to something much stronger in an instant. Those pretty eyes went wide, an almost pained groan sounding. He stayed right there, prick hitting Adam’s gland with every push in.

  “M... Oh, fuck...”

  Oh, yes.

  “All day long.” Okay, so maybe not all day long, but the spirit was there.

  “Uh-huh.” Adam was with him.

  He pressed their lips together, losing himself in the kiss as his hips punched into Adam over and over. Adam groaned, body clenching, jerking around him. Oh, God, he wasn’t going to last if Adam kept doing that. He moved faster, his breath starting to gasp from his chest.

  “Come for me.” Adam was working him, driving him mad.

  “Not yet.” He moved faster, pushed in harder.

  “Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuck...” Adam groaned, swallowed hard.

  “Soon, lovely.” He couldn’t do this much longer, and he could barely get the words out.

  “Soon.” Adam squeezed him, holding him like a vise.

  “Yes!” he shouted, burying himself deep as he came hard, filling the condom in long spurts.

  His lover, his lovely, his sub watched him with warm, fond eyes. He collapsed onto Adam, still buried deep. Adam’s hands wrapped around him, held him close.

  When he’d caught his breath, he murmured, “My sweet, lovely man.”

  “Yours.”

  He nodded. Adam was. Truly.

  “Mine.” He let their foreheads rest together as he reveled in that.

  Chapter Eight

  Adam was thinking about his Master. About his eyes. His laugh. His smile. He heard the thuds of the flogger, but they didn’t really register. He didn’t really care.

  “Mmm. You’re hard, Adam. Would you like my Simeon to take care of you?”

  “No. No, Sir. Thank you for the offer.” Oh, God.

  “If you’re sure...” At his nod, Master James smiled and patted his shoulder. “Thank you for your help today. Simeon is feeling much more ready to submit to the flogger now.”

  “You’re welcome, Sir.” He stood, went for his slacks.

  His phone was in the right pocket; he was supposed to call his Master when he was finished with his scene. He pulled on his clothes, drank a glass of water, then dialed Matt as he moved into the Hammer’s main room.