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

by Shaw Montgomery

  “And maybe a nap first.” Brent’s reply was almost unintelligible through the second yawn.

  “Aren’t you a forward sub? Asking your Dom to sleep with you before we’ve even gone through the contract.”

  “Calen! You know—”

  Interrupting before Brent could get too worked up, Calen grinned. “I know. And a nap sounds good as long as it wouldn't be rushing you?”

  “Not rushing at all.” Brent tilted his head, giving Calen a sweet smile. “It sounds perfect.”

  “I agree. Nap, discussion, then dinner.”

  “Sounds good. You ready to go?”

  “Absolutely.”

  When the two options were between sitting in the diner drinking coffee, and heading home to cuddle his sub, there was really no choice at all.

  CHAPTER 8

  Brent

  Slowly waking, it took Brent a moment to figure out why he was so warm and comfortable. The sun streaming in through his bedroom window reminded him that he’d lain down to take a nap. But it wasn’t until the warmth that was wrapped around him moved and tightened that he remembered Calen.

  He’d slept with Calen.

  Well, they’d taken a nap together was probably the best way to phrase it since they hadn’t actually had sex. The rigid length that was pressed against his ass made him think that might change sooner rather than later. The idea didn’t make him as nervous as he expected it would.

  Wrapped in Calen’s embrace and pressed tight against him, there wasn’t anywhere he’d rather be. The only thing that would have made it perfect was if they were both naked. But he didn’t think that was Calen’s plan.

  Calen seemed to be set on getting their contract and commitment ironed out first, before they got naked. It was sweet, but Brent was starting to wish Calen would be a little less cute and a lot naughtier. Maybe not lose the cute exactly, but spice it up with some of the wicked ideas Brent knew were floating around in his head.

  His Dom had too much self-control.

  The way he looked at Brent, it was easy to see not only his desire but his commitment. There was no need for Brent to second-guess what Calen wanted or was thinking. His Dom was making that perfectly clear. He wanted Brent, and he wanted to keep him too. Brent had dated and subbed, but most Doms seemed to want cute little twinks or guys who at least came across as more submissive.

  Brent knew he was attractive enough that Doms noticed him, but they didn’t want a submissive who was opinionated and not afraid to say what was on his mind. Yes, he wanted to surrender control in the bedroom and sometimes even out of it, but that didn’t mean he was going to give it up lightly.

  He wanted a Dom who would take the time for Brent to make that decision, and a lot of guys didn’t have the patience. Calen might not realize it, but he’d been helping Brent to make the choice for a long time. Calen had never made him feel less for being submissive. He’d never questioned Brent’s ability to lead at work. He never seemed to think it was odd that Brent could take control of the meetings but that he wanted to give up that control in his personal life.

  The constant respect and understanding he’d always shown made it easier for Brent to picture submitting to him. All he had to do was make sure that Calen knew he was ready. It was hard to consider it rushing when they’d known each other for years and had both been obsessing about it for weeks. He was tired of thinking.

  He wanted Calen to blow his mind and take away his ability to function, much less his desire to control anything. Snuggling closer into Calen’s embrace, Brent couldn’t help but imagine what Calen might do for their first time together. Would he keep it simple and sweet? Would he spank Brent? Would he relive one of the scenarios that he’d described at the diner?

  Thinking of the diner made Brent’s cock jerk. He’d already orgasmed twice today. His cock shouldn’t have even been vaguely interested in anything, much less trying to get hard again. Maybe he’d been alone for too long, but he couldn’t remember being this horny for anyone.

  As the arms around him tightened, pulling him even closer to Calen, Brent couldn’t help but imagine how good it would feel if Calen’s hands were to wander lower. They would slide down his chest, teasing at the button of his jeans, before freeing Brent’s trapped cock.

  Easing the pants over his ass, Calen would run his hands over Brent’s cock. How long would he make Brent wait before he got to come? Would he stop right before Brent’s orgasm and deny him completely? Would he leave Brent naked and on display while Calen used his mouth, but not actually touch him at all?

  His cock jerked even harder and Brent must have made some kind of noise because Calen shifted behind him. Giving Brent’s neck a lingering kiss, Calen moaned and rubbed his cock against Brent’s ass. “Are you thinking naughty thoughts, subbie? I can almost hear those dirty fantasies swirling around in there.”

  Glad Calen couldn’t see his face, Brent smiled. “Possibly.”

  “Oh, it’s more than that.” Calen’s warm voice came out deeper and filled with desire.

  Then to Brent’s shock and delight, the hand that had been resting against his stomach started moving further down his body. His hand was big enough that it didn’t take long at all before it was resting on Brent’s erection.

  All he wanted to do was thrust into it and beg for more, but he knew that wouldn't get him what he needed. Calen’s voice was thick with arousal but there was also a smile in his voice that made Brent want to blush when he spoke again. “This right here gives me a good hint at what you were imagining. The little moans you were making were a good clue as well.”

  Running his hand along Brent’s cock, Calen didn’t bother to hide how much he liked playing with Brent’s body. Little moans and pleasure sounds escaped him as he cupped Brent’s hard length. When Calen started rocking his hips, rubbing his erection along Brent’s ass, he thought they were finally going to get naked.

  He was wrong.

  “As perfect as this is, subbie, we need to have our discussion before we go over to your brother’s.” Giving Brent’s dick another firm stroke through the jeans, Calen kissed his neck again, sending shivers down Brent’s spine. “I want you to go into the bathroom and jerk off again. But this time you’ll stop hiding those sexy sounds. I want to be able to hear how good it feels.”

  He had to jerk off again?

  Not that he had any issue with being told to masturbate, but Brent was confused—and too turned on to question Calen. As he pulled away, Calen must have seen something on Brent’s face because he rolled Brent onto his back, leaning close. Pressing his lips to Brent’s with the lightest, most tender touch, Calen kissed him.

  It was sweet and loving, almost innocent, but when Calen pulled away, there was no mistaking the heat in his eyes. “Once I see you naked, you will be mine. But we’re both going to be patient and talk about things first. Then tonight, I’m going to touch you, and kiss you, and lick you, and taste you. I’m going to do everything I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.”

  He gave Brent another kiss, this time a quick peck. “Now, off you go. I want to hear your pleasure. Do you understand me?”

  Brent’s brain was in overload and all the blood in his body was in his cock. All he could do was nod and give Calen a simple response. “Yes, Sir.”

  Calen’s hot gaze followed him as he got off the bed and did his best to make his legs work. As he headed into the bathroom, propping the door almost closed, Brent knew coming again wasn’t going to be a problem. His erotic thoughts on what might happen later and the knowledge that Calen wanted to hear him would have him orgasming in seconds.

  The man made him crazy, but in the best possible way.

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  The man was going to drive him nuts.

  Certifiable, hide the body crazy.

  Going over the limits again and discussing the contract was frustrating enough. But once they’d laid it all out and agreed on everything, Brent had thought he would at least get to touch Calen or maybe even go down
on him.

  No.

  Calen had it in his head that they would wait until after dinner. So here he was, getting ready with another blasted erection, only this time he wasn’t going to play with it. He was just supposed to ignore it and go to Garrett’s house. He didn’t want to. He wanted to get naked with Calen!

  He wasn’t feeling submissive at all.

  Maybe that was the problem. He’d gotten little tastes of it all day long, but nothing completely satisfying. It was like getting a bite of dessert once in a while, but never enough to feel like he’d actually gotten a treat. It only made him want it more.

  He was heading out to the living room to find his shoes when Calen came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Brent's chest, pinning his arms to his sides. “You are climbing the walls. What’s bothering you?”

  Brent sighed and leaned back into Calen’s embrace. “I don’t know exactly. I’m on edge. I’m not sure what it is.”

  It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it wasn’t a lie.

  However, Calen didn’t seem to need the full answer. He already seemed to have a pretty good guess what the problem was. “It’s been a long time since you got to sink into your submission completely, hasn’t it? When was the last time you got to surrender for more than a scene? Like all day or even over a weekend.”

  Brent loved the fact that Calen wasn’t jealous and that he could ask questions about Brent’s past, but he wasn’t sure he felt like talking. The way Calen’s arms tightened, though, Brent didn’t think he’d have much of a choice. Sighing, he thought back. “A few years, probably.”

  “So you only had scenes, even though you had at least a couple of more serious relationships during that time?” Calen sounded surprised.

  Brent shrugged. He wasn’t sure why Calen was surprised. “A lot of Doms aren’t interested in submission that goes beyond a scene or several hours at most.”

  Calen’s arms tightened even more and Brent wanted to sink into him. It wasn’t simply a hug, it went beyond that. The restraint and domination it implied were perfect. He must have made some kind of noise because Calen hummed and started rubbing his nose along Brent’s ear, sending shivers through him.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Calen already knew the answer, but he waited for Brent to nod before he continued. “I know exactly what we’re going to do. After we leave Garrett’s later, we’ll head over to my house. Once we get there, I’m going to take control. Not for a scene or even a couple of hours, but a day or two where you won’t make any decisions. We’ll go completely lifestyle during that time so you can relax. Once you’ve had a chance to escape your own head for a while and aren’t so tense, we’ll bring things back to normal. How does that sound? Neither of us is working right now so the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”

  “You wouldn't mind?” Brent thought the idea sounded perfect, but was it too soon? Was it too much to ask of Calen? “I know it wouldn't exactly be easing into the relationship if we did that.”

  “I don’t mind at all. I love the idea of you being mine for days. Neither of us wants something like that permanently, but I think this is the perfect time to take a few days as a kind of break from real life.”

  Calen paused and seemed to be collecting his thoughts, but Brent wasn’t going to rush him. Calen could take all the time in the world as long as he didn’t let go of Brent. “Now, I’m giving you fair warning. I’m going to take complete control. Aside from necessary privacy, everything else would be up to my discretion.”

  “Everything?”

  “Everything.”

  Brent was tired of thinking. Between work and trying to figure out what had been going on with him and Calen, he was done. “Please.”

  “When we get back, I’m in charge.”

  Calen sounded like he wanted one more confirmation from Brent. It wasn’t really a question, but he answered again. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You won’t need regular clothes, but let me see the stuff you have for the club. I’ve only seen you in the cuffs you usually wear. Do you have other things?” Arousal was clear in Calen’s voice, even if Brent hadn’t noticed the erection pressing up against him.

  Pushing back the instinctive embarrassment, Brent nodded. “I have a few pieces. Nothing complicated, but stuff to wear for the club or a scene.”

  “Okay. We’ll see what you have and then we’ll head over to Garrett’s house.” Giving Brent’s cheek a quick kiss, Calen released him and stepped back.

  Brent had to take a deep breath and shove the uncertainty away. He wasn’t worried about submitting to Calen later, but the idea of showing him the drawer filled with clothes and toys made him…nervous. He knew it was silly, but it seemed more intimate, like he was inviting Calen to see the most private part of himself.

  And considering he was talking about getting naked and submitting for days, that was ridiculous.

  Taking Calen’s hand, Brent led him back to the bedroom and over to the dresser. Kneeling down, he opened the bottom drawer and waited. He didn’t have a ton of things because he hadn't gotten to play enough to justify buying that much. But what he did have, he knew he looked good in. It was just incredibly strange to have Calen looking at them.

  Calen crouched down and started looking through the drawer. Pushing aside the cuffs and more obvious pieces, he seemed to gravitate towards the briefs and underwear. Well, almost underwear. Brent didn’t think something that was a pouch with elastic holding it up should be called underwear.

  Most of them he’d never even worn for someone else or to the club. They were fun and made him feel sexy. He couldn't help but wonder what Calen would think. Would he think they were hot or silly?

  He shouldn’t have worried. Calen zeroed in on them immediately, and one glance at his face had Brent relaxing. After picking out a few pieces, Calen looked over at Brent and smiled. “How often do you wear these to work? Every time I see you in a suit now, all I’m going to be able to focus on is what kind of sexy underwear is decorating your body. Because, subbie, stuff like this is just for decorating your cock.”

  Brent shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t wear any of that to work.”

  Calen’s heated gaze had a wicked look to it. “Oh, you will now. Maybe I won’t have you do it all the time, but knowing that your cock is wrapped up in such a pretty package will make my day go by so much faster.”

  “You wouldn’t?” Brent wasn’t sure shocked was the right word, but wearing the underwear to work would have never occurred to him.

  Maybe he was the most boring sub ever.

  Calen leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “Oh, you know I will. Come on, let’s go. No more distracting me with sexy things.”

  Brent shook his head again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “This was your idea. Stop molesting my clothes, then we’ll go.”

  Waving the naughty scraps of fabric toward Brent, Calen grinned. “I’m going to do a lot more molesting before the night is over, subbie.”

  “You make me crazy,” Brent sighed.

  “You love it, though,” Calen replied in a sing-song voice.

  Brent rolled his eyes. “I plead the fifth.”

  Standing up, Calen reached out with his other hand to help Brent rise. When Calen started walking out of the room, Brent realized he was going to walk right out of the house carrying his stuff out in the open. Hell no.

  “You’re not carrying my underwear like that. Let me get something.” Hurrying over to the closet, Brent quickly grabbed one of his old gym bags. Handing it to Calen, Brent made sure everything was hidden and zipped before they left the room. It seemed weird to be heading out for a couple of days with only the small bag. “So, no clothes?”

  “No clothes. You can grab your toothbrush and razor if you have to, but that’s it. I’ve got stuff you can use at my place, so that isn’t even necessary.” Calen’s gaze scanned over Brent’s body. It was easy to guess what his Dom was picturing. “Come on before I get sidetracked and we end
up missing dinner completely. I don’t want to have to explain that to Garrett.”

  “Me neither.” Taking Calen’s hand as they walked toward the front of the house, Brent did his best to push the thoughts about what would happen later to the back of his head. He’d never be able to focus on dinner with those images making him insane.

  Calen promised a quick dinner. Hopefully, he could deliver on that because Brent had no desire to put things off any longer. He was ready to belong to his Dom.

  CHAPTER 9

  Calen

  Dinner wasn’t quite like he’d expected. Watching Bryce and Grant pull up as Calen parked the car was a surprise. Taking the key out of the ignition, Calen looked over at Brent. “I thought you said it was just going to be us?”

  Brent looked at him and shrugged, “That’s what Garrett said.”

  “Looks like he changed his mind or got ambushed at work.”

  He looked over at his brothers, responding automatically, “Ambushed. He probably said something, and those two didn’t want to miss the action.”

  “Or free food.” Calen knew no one in Brent’s family could cook well enough to pass up free food.

  Brent laughed, “Very true. Wyatt seems to be a good cook. He might even give you a run for your money.”

  Calen gave Brent a wicked smile. “You trying to be a naughty sub tonight? I might have to remind you how things work when we get home.”

  Giving Calen a grin, Brent’s eyes were bright and teasing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You keep saying stuff like that, but so far I haven’t seen anything.”

  Calen gave a little growl before reaching for the door handle, “Oh subbie, have I got plans for you tonight.”

  Climbing out of the car, they ignored the grins coming from Bryce and Grant and walked up to the front door. It wasn’t like he and Brent were hiding anything, so he wasn’t sure what they were so pleased about. Calen ignored it because he wasn’t going to let them get to him.

  “Fancy meeting you guys here.” Grant’s grin was filled with mischief as he and Bryce walked across the lawn.