Brent: A M/m BDSM Romance (Bound & Controlled Book 2)

by Shaw Montgomery

  The fact that Calen’s rigid cock was pressed against his ass was…different. Not bad, but every time it became obvious he turned Calen on, it was a shock. He’d spent weeks trying to figure out how Calen felt and now the truth of Calen’s desire was firm and hard behind him.

  Different wasn’t bad though, and it wasn’t something he was going to let scare him away. Pressing his body back into Calen’s, Brent rested his head on Calen’s arm. Maybe it felt so right because he’d imagined it so many times. Brent thought it couldn’t get more perfect. He was wrong.

  Brent was starting to realize that Calen could always take something good and make it even better.

  Once Calen had the movie going, he tossed the remote on the side table. Taking Brent’s hand in his, Calen positioned one of Brent’s arms so it extended down his side and then did the same to his other arm so that it was stretched out on the couch. Brent wasn’t sure what to make of it at first.

  “You’re going to keep your arms right there for me.” Calen’s words were low and rough, sending shivers down Brent’s spine, right to his cock. “I want to be able to have my dessert anytime I want it. Do you understand?”

  Brent could tell by the change in Calen’s tone that the Dom was asking more than if he grasped the order. He was trying to make sure Brent was okay with what they were doing. Brent wasn’t sure what they were doing, but he was willing to take the chance and let Calen lead them. And if he was honest, he found the idea of being on display and available for the Dom arousing.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Calen made a deep rumbling noise, and he draped his left arm over Brent’s chest, letting his hand rest right under Brent’s nipples. Saying it was distracting would have been an understatement. As the movie started, all he could focus on was the fact that he was wrapped in Calen’s arms and he’d given the Dom permission to touch him.

  Would he do it?

  Was he going to tease Brent with the possibility of it but not do it? Brent could easily see Calen doing something like that because it would make Brent nuts. The not knowing was always the hardest part of submitting. Having a Dom who understood him so well was going to come with some unique problems.

  “Watch the movie. I can hear your brain going from here.”

  Brent huffed. “I can’t help it.”

  “Try. If you’re this fidgety and naughty through the whole movie, you’re not going to get dessert.” Then Calen moved his hand up to trace Brent’s lips with one finger. “I’m sure I can figure out something that I’d like for dessert, even if you can’t have any.”

  When Calen’s finger breached Brent’s mouth, he thought he would come right then.

  “Suck. Show me what a good little cocksucker you can be. Don’t forget, I know you. You’re buttoned up at work and always in control, but what you really want is to be taken.”

  Brent moaned. Calen’s dirty words released the gates that always sent Brent’s submission flooding through him. He had to keep such a tight rein on it at work that he couldn’t always let go easily. But once in a while, it only took something small to unlock the need. Sucking Calen’s finger deep, Brent did his best to show his Dom how good he could be.

  “Oh, I knew you’d like that. If you’re very good, maybe I’ll let you show me how you can suck on other things later.” Sliding his finger out of Brent’s mouth, Calen traced Brent’s lips one more time before moving his hand back down to Brent’s chest. “No more distracting me. Watch the movie.”

  Brent tried, he really did. But Calen made it nearly impossible. At first, it wasn’t too difficult. He was warm and comfortable wrapped in Calen’s arms, and even though he was aroused it was still at the point where he could push it away and ignore it.

  Calen didn’t let him ignore it for long. He waited until Brent was relaxed and into the movie, then he started letting his fingers trace patterns and circles on Brent’s chest. Getting closer to Brent’s sensitive nubs before moving his fingers away, Calen seemed to be oblivious to Brent’s rising need.

  Not that Brent believed that for one second.

  When Brent would move or a needy sound escaped, Calen’s hand would still, and he’d growl out the order again, telling Brent he had to watch the movie. It was enough to make him crazy. Knowing he was so close to feeling Calen’s touch for the first time. Having the incredible sensation of being wrapped in Calen’s arms but not being allowed to move. Just knowing it was his friend and now hopefully his lover.

  It was adding up to make Brent insane.

  And Calen was thoroughly enjoying pushing his buttons. Brent would freely admit he hadn’t had that many Doms. But Calen was the first who seemed to get a thrill out of not only the domination but also making Brent nuts. Maybe it was because they’d been friends for so long but Brent thought it was probably just Calen’s personality coming through.

  When Calen’s fingers caressed one nipple for the first time, Brent thought he might fly right off the couch. Even through the soft cotton of Brent’s T-shirt it felt incredible.

  “Stay still. You’re not following directions very well, are you? Bad little subbie.” Then Calen made it impossible to behave when he gave one of Brent’s nipples a pinch. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to send sparks of desire straight down to his cock.

  “Please.” Brent didn’t even know what he was asking for. It just popped out.

  It earned him another pinch, this time to his other nipple. Brent couldn’t decide if it was a punishment for begging or if it was a treat because Calen loved seeing how turned on he was. He was good either way as long as Calen would keep doing it.

  “What are you supposed to be doing, subbie?” Calen pinched his tender nub again, making Brent gasp and shiver.

  “The movie…being good…watching the movie…” Brent was having a hard time focusing enough to form a sentence. All his concentration was focused on staying still and trying to follow directions.

  “Then be good and do what you’re told.”

  Brent moaned and tried not to thrust his chest towards Calen’s teasing fingers. “Yes, Sir.”

  Calen only made it more difficult. When Brent’s nipples were so sensitive that even his shirt was making him crazy, Calen turned his sights on teasing other parts of Brent’s body. Brent didn’t even try to follow the movie once Calen’s fingers started trailing down his chest, tracing those same lazy circles and patterns again.

  It was clear, this time, Calen’s goal was much lower on Brent’s body.

  Just imagining Calen’s touch on his cock made it hard to breathe. Staying still was impossible. But every time he moved and shook, Calen’s hand would freeze. Then Brent would get the same lecture about being good and following directions.

  It was almost perfect.

  The only thing that could have made it better was if Brent had been smarter. He’d worn jeans. It hadn’t occurred to him that they would actually play. Sure, Calen’s flirting had certainly made it seem like he was interested but Brent kept talking himself out of believing it.

  He was an idiot.

  He was so hard his cock was pressed against the zipper and even with boxers on, he could feel the metal pressing into his skin. It was just enough pain to make him even harder, but trapped in the denim, there was nowhere for his cock to expand.

  Calen’s finger kept getting closer to his pants then moving away. Calen must have traced the path between the clasp on Brent’s pants and back to his belly button dozens of times before he finally let his hand slide over the front of Brent’s jeans.

  Palming Brent’s cock, Calen chuckled low, making his dick jump. “It looks like my little subbie wants to be touched. Does my little sub want more? Do you want me to play with your cock?”

  It was some kind of trick question. Knowing Calen, it had to be.

  “Whatever you want, Sir. What...whatever…Sir!” Calen’s hand tightened on Brent’s erection making it impossible to get the words out. For fuck's sake, why did he wear jeans?

  “I’m ready
for my dessert. But you have to guess what I want, subbie.” Calen’s sexy, wicked tone made Brent want to promise the Dom anything. “Do you think I want to see my sexy sub on his knees using that cock-sucking mouth? Or do you think I want to touch you and watch you come?”

  He had to choose?

  Calen was trying to kill him.

  The hand gripping his arousal tightened again, sending waves of pleasure through Brent. The dirty images and fantasies Calen’s words put in his mind didn’t help either. Kneeling before him, taking Calen’s cock in his mouth sounded incredible. But the idea that Calen might strip him naked and play with his body made his dick throb.

  It was an impossible choice. Two perfect options. That’s when he knew the answer. He’d forgotten the most important thing. This was Calen, not just any Dom.

  “Neither, Sir.” Brent paused; trying to get the words out was harder than he’d imagined. It just felt so good. “You want to tease me. That’s your dessert. Making me fucking crazy!”

  That last part might have come out louder and more frustrated than he’d intended, but the wicked laugh that escaped Calen made Brent want to throw something at him. Or bite him. Or lick him. That thought had Brent’s mind wandering to incredible places, but it wasn’t going to help him concentrate.

  “I think you’ve forgotten your manners, subbie. But I’m going to forgive you this time because you guessed right. This is the perfect treat. Watching you come unglued while I touch you and play with you. This is perfect. Now, watch the movie while I have my dessert.” Then Calen went back to focusing on the movie while he alternated between playing with Brent’s cock and teasing his nipples.

  He still had his clothes on, and it wasn’t even a full scene, but Brent was ready to climb the walls. Was this all they were going to do? Brent knew they had a lot of talking to do but it couldn’t be all that was going to happen.

  It was.

  As the movie continued, Calen pulled and twisted his nipples. When they were almost too sensitive Calen would move his hand down to trace along Brent’s hard cock or rub little circles over the head of his dick, making his whole body shake.

  Brent didn’t even realize it when the movie ended. He was so lost in the constant stimulation, he’d long forgotten about the movie. When Calen started sitting up and pulling away, Brent thought he might cry…or start cursing…it was a toss-up.

  But Calen didn’t go far. He rolled Brent, so he was flat on his back, then Calen laid down to cover him with his body. Calen’s grin was wicked and filled with a dark humor. “Did you like the movie?”

  The movie? He wanted to talk about the movie?

  “Sure, it was good. Loved the ending.” Who the fuck cared? All Brent could focus on was the way Calen’s cock pressed up between his legs. Why did they still have their clothes on?

  Calen laughed. “The ending sucked. It was a cliffhanger where you don’t even know if the guy is alive or dead. Were you distracted, subbie?”

  “God, yes. I have no idea what happened.” All he cared about was getting more from Calen. Anything. “You’ve been making me crazy. Please, Calen.”

  “I was having my dessert. Now it’s time for one last bite.” Then to Brent’s utter shock and pure frustration, Calen leaned down to kiss him.

  It was sweet and tender. Calen gently worked Brent’s mouth like he was making love to it, not just kissing him. Teasing little bites and licks. Sucking Brent’s bottom lip into his mouth. Letting his tongue slowly slide against Brent’s.

  It was beautiful torture.

  When Calen finally pulled away, the laughter was still in his eyes but this time there was something else there as well. Brent knew what he wanted to call it but he wasn’t ready to even think the word.

  “Dessert was perfect.” Calen rolled his hips pressing his cock harder against Brent, making him gasp. “Are you ready for the brownies? I think we forgot them.”

  Brownies? The man was going to talk to him about food? “Damn it, Calen!”

  CHAPTER 5

  Calen

  “Such a naughty subbie. Demanding and bossy. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” Calen didn’t even try to hide his smile as Brent’s frustration mounted. He might be a Dom, but something about making Brent break that iron control and lose it was just as desirable as watching him surrender.

  And no matter what Brent thought, he hadn’t surrendered to Calen yet.

  He was letting Calen call the shots, but he wasn’t ready to submit completely. Calen hadn’t earned that yet. He was patient though. They’d get there. Sooner rather than later, if they could talk about some of the things that were standing between them.

  Leaning down again, he gave Brent’s frowning lips another kiss. “We’ll do more when you’re ready. You don’t trust me yet.”

  That statement made Brent jerk. “I—”

  He shook his head. “No, you don’t. Not yet. And there’s nothing wrong with that. You trust me as your friend and as a co-worker but not as a lover and certainly not as a Dom. Once we’re there, then we’ll do more. This has all happened pretty fast. Sure, we’ve spent the last couple of weeks driving ourselves crazy but this part…” He stole another quick kiss. “This part is new.”

  Brent was still frowning but this time it was clear it wasn’t in sexual frustration. “I don’t know what to say. Part of me gets what you’re saying, but a bigger part is calling bullshit. I’m not sure what we’re doing yet but I know you. I trust you, Calen.”

  “Humor me. I’m not going to say something crazy like we’re going to take it slow.” That brought a smile to Brent’s face and Calen could see he was trying not to laugh. They’d seen how well that vow had worked for Garrett. “I want to talk about where this is going and about the lifestyle preferences we have before we jump into things. I will not make love to you or do anything close until I know more about what you want. Limits, needs, desires…everything.”

  And he wasn’t going to let them get any deeper until he was convinced he wouldn’t scare Brent off.

  His frown had faded but Brent still didn’t look happy. “I feel like you’re only telling me part of what’s on your mind. I agree with everything you’ve said, don’t get me wrong. I know we need to talk but you’re forgetting I know you as well as you know me. You’re leaving something out.”

  Then Brent surprised him by lifting his head and wrapping his arms around Calen before giving him a quick kiss. Then he relaxed back on the couch, still keeping a tight grip on Calen. “Want to tell me what’s bugging you? What made you afraid to talk to me after the club? I’ve seen you flirt with subs and you’re generally not indecisive. Something held you back, and it wasn’t because we were friends.”

  Calen wasn’t ready for this conversation.

  He should have known that Brent would see through him. But he thought he’d have more time before he had to talk about it. Time to psych himself up, maybe. Time to have a few beers before he texted it to Brent, so he didn’t have to look him in the face.

  The little voice in the back of his head was going crazy telling him to man up. He wasn’t a wuss. Brent wasn’t like—No, he wasn’t even going to go there. That was a long time ago. Looking into Brent’s face, Calen had to take a deep breath.

  If he blew off Brent’s concerns now, he would ruin everything. Brent might never forgive him and even if he did, it would always be there between them. Brent would never give his submission to someone he didn’t trust…to someone who would lie to him.

  “All right. I’ll tell you what was making me nuts, but I can’t do it here. Let’s go on a walk.” It wouldn’t be a run, but at least he would be moving. And he wouldn’t have to look at Brent while he talked. It might make him a coward, but he didn’t think he’d be able to do it and watch his friend’s reaction.

  The last time, he hadn’t been prepared for things to go bad and it had knocked him for a loop.

  Giving Calen a strained smile, Brent nodded. “That sounds good. The park is right aro
und the corner and it’s well-lit enough that it isn’t a bad place to walk after dark.”

  Reluctant to move, Calen finally climbed off Brent and reached out to help him up. “I’ll go put on my shoes and meet you at the door, okay?”

  Brent leaned close and gave Calen another kiss. “Sounds good.”

  As Brent walked towards the back of the house where his bedroom was, Calen forced himself to move to the front door. He trusted Brent. Even if it was a deal-breaker, they’d still be friends. It wasn’t like Calen was so far gone that being friends would be settling. It wasn’t like he was so into Brent that it would be miserable to be around him, and yet not be able to have him.

  Sure.

  Maybe he’d been going slowly, but by the time he got to the front door Brent was already coming down the hall. Shaking his head, he tried to lighten the mood. “Come on slow poke. Shoes on.”

  With Brent standing there watching, Calen knew he had to at least appear more functional. Trying to push away his worries, he gave Brent a grin. “I got distracted thinking about what you might be doing back there.”

  Brent shook his head like he wasn’t buying that line of bullshit. Calen didn’t blame him.

  Within minutes, Calen had his shoes on and they were out the door. Brent lived in a trendy part of town with a mix of people so Calen didn’t even hesitate to grab his hand as they walked down the street. Brent took it easy on him and they walked for a while in silence, enjoying the evening.

  Brent’s voice broke the quiet. “Back at the club, I thought it would be weird to kneel for you, even pretending.”

  “Me too, but it wasn’t.” That was an easy place to start. “I was prepared for it to be awkward. But I was having a good time talking to you and wanted everyone to leave us alone.”

  Brent squeezed his hand and made a noise like he agreed. “I pictured us laughing about it and treating it like it was some kind of gag, but it was completely different than I expected.”