Tarot's Touch

by L. M. Somerton

  “Everything we need should be here. They are well used to catering for last minute bookings.”

  Conor still seemed to be transfixed by the cross. Alex let him soak up the atmosphere while he locked the door. As the lock clicked into place, Conor flinched at the sound. Alex stroked Conor’s bare shoulder to calm him.

  “You don’t have to worry about anything here, love. This time is ours—a chance for you to clear your mind of everything that’s been worrying you. All you need to do is gift me your submission. Do you think you can do that?”

  The ghost of a smile lifted Conor’s lips and some of the tension in his shoulders visibly eased.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Alex moved so that he was a couple of paces in front of Conor and gave him a steady look. “Strip.”

  Alex stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back and watched as Conor removed his tight, leather trousers. It was impossible to remain indifferent as Conor exposed the rest of his lean, sculpted body. Even if Alex had the benefit of the best poker face in the world, his rising cock betrayed him. His eyelids felt heavy and his mouth went dry at the sight of Conor’s erect cock, tightly bound at the base by the locked leather strap. Conor put his discarded trousers on a chair then assumed a display pose on his knees, legs apart, hands resting on his thighs.

  “Hands and knees.”

  Conor dropped forward gracefully and kept his eyes lowered. Alex moved to stand next to him and ran one finger the length of his lover’s spine, dragging its tip between smooth cheeks until he grazed Conor’s tight pucker.

  Conor didn’t make a sound but his muscles flexed and tensed as Alex continued his exploration. He touched and stroked every inch of the creamy skin available to him, before going across to a set of drawers. He pulled open the top one. It was well stocked with a collection of toys, and Alex didn’t hesitate before selecting a smooth latex plug and a jar of glistening lube. He slicked the surface of the toy then pressed the blunt end against Conor’s hole.

  “Relax.” Alex pushed gently but firmly until the plug was well seated.

  Conor took short breaths as his body adjusted to the sizeable invader, but he didn’t protest.

  “There, do you feel nice and stretched for me love?”

  “Yes, Sir, so full.”

  “The plug is a little bigger than the ones we’ve used before.” Alex jiggled the end of the plug a little, pulled it out an inch or so then pushed it firmly back in.

  Conor whimpered.

  “Good. I want you to hold that position while I change my clothes.” Alex thought he detected a slight tremor in Conor’s thighs.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  While he changed his clothes, Alex kept talking in a low voice, giving Conor the constant reassurance that he needed. He left the boots and jacket in the bag and settled for soft leather trousers and a gray T-shirt.

  “I’m going to make you fly tonight, love. Everything’s going to seem so much better. You’ve been under too much pressure for a long time now. You need to let go and I’m here to help you.”

  Conor looked so perfect with his firm arse in the air, the end of the plug just visible. Alex couldn’t wait to touch him again. He stroked Conor’s arse and tickled the back of his swollen balls.

  “Does it ache, love? The need for release building deep inside you?” Alex pushed a fingertip against Conor’s taint. “The denial feels good, doesn’t it? It feels right?”

  “Please…”

  “Don’t speak, my love. I’m in control now. You don’t have to think, just obey. Just experience the sensations I’m creating for you.”

  Alex had no doubt that his lover felt some discomfort. The muscles in Conor’s arms were taut and he was breathing heavily. The tip of his rigid cock glistened with pre-cum. His arse muscles flexed as if he were trying to draw the plug deeper into his body.

  Alex moved away and perched on the edge of the bed. For a while he just sat and admired his lover. In the lamplight, Conor’s pale skin glowed. The contrast with his dark hair was dramatic.

  “Time to move. Get up and stand at the cross, Conor. Face it.”

  Conor rose a little awkwardly and took the position Alex had demanded.

  “I’m going to gag you,” Alex said in a low voice, “and restrain you. As you won’t be able to use your safe word, I’ll put a bell ball in your hand. Drop it and I stop.”

  Alex took his time locking the restraints around Conor’s wrists and ankles. He stroked Conor’s skin as he fitted the manacles, closed them up tight then checked the fit. They were high quality and though not padded, the edges were rounded and safe. Conor would feel the pressure of the metal and if he pulled on the shackles too much, he might well get bruises, but the metal would not cut him. Once Conor was nicely spread and his limbs secured, Alex passed the wide belt around his slim waist and cinched it tight so that Conor was secured against the padded wood. The cross piece was at the perfect height and Conor’s cock fitted beneath it. He would get no relief from rubbing himself against the frame. All his cock would feel was air. Alex was satisfied with the scene he’d set up. He wanted Conor to experience every sound, every sensation, while heavy metal locked him in place and all options—other than his safe word—were removed.

  Alex stroked Conor’s back, kissed his neck and rested a hand on the curve of his arse. Conor shifted a bit but he couldn’t move far, certainly not far enough to escape the hard pinch that Alex gave his nipples as he pressed against Conor’s back, jostling the plug inside him.

  “Oh, my God.” Conor thrust his arse out and whimpered. He strained his head round trying to meet Alex’s eyes.

  “Face forward, Conor. You don’t need to see what’s coming.”

  Alex fetched the leather bit gag that he had spotted in the toy drawer and slid it between Conor’s lips. He strapped it tightly in place. It dug into the corners of Conor’s mouth and prevented him from making anything but unintelligible sounds. Alex put a small plastic bell ball into Conor’s hand and made sure he had a firm grip on it.

  “Remember, this is your safe word. If you want me to stop all you have to do is drop it. Nod if you understand.”

  Conor jerked his head once.

  “Good.”

  Alex went back to the toy drawer and selected a crop that he knew would sting and make a nice snap against Conor’s skin.

  “Perfect,” he said, putting it on the table near the cross, just out of Conor’s line of sight. He pulled off his T-shirt and threw it onto the bed, then picked up the crop and stood next to Conor.

  “Do you trust that I know what you need, love?”

  Conor nodded but looked nervous. Alex stroked the crop against Conor’s arse and his sub moaned around the gag. Alex waited a few seconds, giving Conor a chance to drop the ball, but Conor’s fist remained tightly closed.

  Alex stepped back and swung the crop firmly. It left a red stripe across Conor’s arse, which Alex stroked, feeling the heat. Conor pushed his arse back into Alex’s hand, silently demanding more.

  “All in good time.”

  Another stroke left a second line parallel with the first.

  Conor’s shoulders hunched then relaxed. He made no sound.

  Alex jiggled the base of the plug then laid two more stripes across the top of Conor’s thighs in quick succession. Conor groaned into his gag and his head dropped forward.

  “You’ll gain strength from this, Conor. Let go. Give yourself to me.”

  Two more strokes and Conor’s breathing became shallow, both hands clenched into fists, the bell ball sealed inside a cage of fingers.

  “I want to take you out of yourself, my love.”

  Alex snapped the crop again and raised another welt on Conor’s arse.

  A critical look at the mark reassured him that he was judging the weight of his blows well. Enough force to sting but that was all.

  Conor’s body relaxed, his expression shifted subtly from pleasure to serenity.

  “Submission is not weakness. I
t takes great strength, huge trust.” Alex twisted the plug.

  Conor gasped loudly then went silent and still. Alex trailed the crop across pink, heated skin and stroked Conor balls. Conor closed his eyes tight. His cheeks were flushed almost as pink as his arse. He hung against the cross and whimpered, the sheen of sweat glowing on his body. Alex watched him and traced the marks he had made with a finger. His own breath was coming quicker, his cock throbbing mercilessly. He jostled the plug again, bringing Conor back, then dragged it from his body and replaced it quickly with a finger.

  It wasn’t enough for Conor. He pushed back.

  “Greedy sub. Need more, do you?”

  Alex added a second finger, stretching Conor’s slick channel. Alex grinned as Conor’s hips wiggled.

  “Beg me,” he said. “Beg me to fuck you.” With his free hand he released the gag and allowed it to fall to the floor.

  “Oh, God!” Conor sobbed and tugged on his wrist restraints. “Please, Alex… Sir.”

  Alex twisted his fingers and watched Conor writhe.

  “You can drop the ball now, love.”

  The bell jingled merrily as the ball flew across the room.

  “Please!”

  Alex pulled away and stripped off his trousers, freeing his throbbing erection. Conor wept with need, trembling and fighting his bonds. Alex lined himself up and pushed into Conor as slowly as he could make himself go. He slid a hand around Conor’s body and found the cock-ring, tight around heated flesh.

  “This is mine.”

  “Yes, Sir, yours!”

  Alex started to move, stroking Conor, thrusting into him at the same time, filling him over and over again. He hung onto control by his fingernails and it couldn’t last. He slammed into Conor again and growled as he came, his orgasm rolling through him in wave after wave. When he could focus his thoughts, he slipped free of Conor’s body and filled the void with the plug, sealing his cum inside Conor’s channel. He rescued the key from his discarded trousers and unlocked the ring around Conor’s tortured cock. He replaced the grip of leather with his own fingers.

  Conor jerked against him, desperate, tormented. “Please, Alex…”

  Alex released Conor’s shaft and squeezed his balls. Conor screamed and came with a force that seemed almost painful. Spent and drenched with sweat, only the restraints held him in place. Alex released him with care, bearing Conor’s weight as he sagged. He pulled him into a hug. Conor sighed, sounding utterly content.

  “You were beautiful, Conor. You gave me everything you had. You really flew, didn’t you?”

  “Uh huh.”

  Alex held Conor close for a long time, listening to him breathe. After a while he moved them to the bathroom and once the necessities were dealt with, he tucked Conor into the vast bed. Alex climbed in next to him and straight away Conor shuffled across the mattress to cuddle against him.

  Alex stroked Conor’s hair. “How does it feel to be marked and plugged, my seed still inside you?”

  “Feels perfect, Sir. Just perfect.”

  Alex listened as Conor’s breathing slowed. He didn’t want to rest until he was satisfied that Conor was at peace. Conor nuzzled into his neck and Alex let the warm glow of love fill him. There was nowhere he would rather be.

  Chapter Twelve

  Conor knew it was morning by the tiny slither of light forcing its way through a crack in the heavy curtains. It took him a little while to register where he was, but when he shifted under the covers, the aches in his body reminded him of the night before. A slow smile crossed his lips and he stretched happily. He felt more at peace than he had in months. Giving himself up to Alex so completely had been a cleansing experience, lending clarity to thoughts, which had previously been muddled and uncertain. Carefully he slipped out of bed. He paused as the plug inside him shifted, reminding him of its presence. He had barely noticed the luxurious bathroom the night before, but now he looked longingly at the bath. Perhaps later he and Alex could share a long soak in the tub. He gave himself a quick once over. The mirror told him that his hair was thoroughly mussed and his lips were kiss-swollen. There were marks around his wrists and ankles from the restraints he had worn, and when he twisted awkwardly to get a look at his arse, he could just see the set of fading red lines on his skin. He didn’t mind. They were Alex’s marks. He freshened up a little, splashing water on his face and cleaning his teeth. Every tiny movement shifted the plug and he took care as he walked back to bed, taking small steps so as to avoid jostling it too much.

  He slipped beneath the covers and snuggled against Alex’s broad back, kissing the curve of his neck softly. Soon they would have to go back to the real world but for now, he could forget all about arson, murder and mayhem.

  Alex stirred, and Conor draped an arm over his waist, groping unashamedly for Alex’s thick cock. He found it as he’d hoped he would—hot, hard and needy. He rolled Alex onto his back and smiled into sleepy eyes before straddling him.

  “Can I take the plug out, Sir?”

  Alex frowned. “No. But I will.”

  Conor gasped as Alex twisted the hard object and withdrew it slowly.

  “Do you need more lube?”

  Conor shook his head—he’d been thoroughly stretched and still felt slick. If there was a little burn involved, he welcomed it. He lifted himself up, positioned himself then sank down onto Alex’s rigid shaft. Alex moaned, and grasped Conor’s hips tightly, pulling him down so that he was impaled as deeply as it was possible to be.

  “Are you trying to take control, brat?” Alex growled, and gripped Conor’s leaking dick.

  Conor chewed his swollen lip and fluttered his eyelashes innocently.

  “Who me? Never. I just wanted to make sure you were awake.” He contracted his inner muscles and watched Alex’s reaction as his dick was squeezed mercilessly. Alex’s pale eyes gleamed.

  “Ride me, beautiful. I want to hear you scream.” He rubbed his thumb over the plump head of Conor’s cock and dug his nail into the slit.

  Conor rotated his hips in a sinuous motion. “What? Again? I would have thought you had your fill of that last night?”

  Before Alex could answer, Conor raised himself up until Alex’s cock almost left his body, then slammed back down with a gasp.

  “Keep doing that and I’m going to come like a horny teenager.”

  “Good!”

  Conor repeated the action again and again. His handsome lover’s lips were parted, his pale eyes hooded. Conor reveled in the power he had over his Dom. Conor’s muscles tensed and released as he pleasured himself. The next time he lifted himself up, Alex held him still for a moment, stopping his descent.

  “I still control your release. Remember that.”

  “Yes, yes… Sir, please…” Conor was so close to the edge, he was happy to beg if it meant he got what he needed.

  Alex let him go and bucked his hips up at the same time, drilling deep inside Conor’s body. He came, hot and hard, his seed flooding Conor’s channel.

  Conor tilted his head back, neck muscles chorded. “Please!”

  Alex jerked Conor’s aching shaft roughly and he shot all over Alex’s chest with a weak cry of joy.

  Conor collapsed on top of his lover, careless of the sticky mess between them. “God, I love you so much.”

  Alex wrapped his arms around him, pinning him tightly. “I love you too, sweetheart. Good morning.”

  For a while they just lay together and Conor enjoyed the calm. After a while, he persuaded Alex to share a bubble bath and they soaked in warm, scented water until their skin went wrinkly. Alex insisted on drying him, so Conor stood as still as he could while he was patted and rubbed all over. His cock and balls apparently needed drying several times and by the time Alex had finished, Conor’s dick stood to attention once again.

  “Look what you’ve done, Alex.”

  Alex smirked. “Yes, very pretty. You’ll need to cover it up, though, because I’m going to order room service. It’s about time we had
some breakfast.”

  “But…”

  “But nothing. No touching or I’ll cage you.”

  Conor scowled. “Fine. I don’t think I have anything to wear, though, unless you want me to put on leather trousers?”

  “Check the chest of drawers. I think you’ll find something suitable in there.”

  Conor went to have a look. The first drawer he opened was full of sex toys. He slammed it closed, ignoring Alex’s snort of laughter. The second drawer contained several packets of brand new underwear. He sifted through them, looking for something like the trunks he normally wore.

  “Alex, there are five packages in here. They all contain skimpy little thongs. I don’t wear thongs.”

  “You do now.”

  “No!”

  “Yes. Now put one of them on and come here. I want you kneeling at my feet.”

  Conor’s cock hardened even more. He looked more closely at the packets. “I don’t care what you say, Alex. I am not wearing gold spandex or pink lace. Jesus.” He grabbed the only black pair and ripped open the packet. He shook out the skimpy garment and sighed heavily. A scrap of stretchy black fabric was attached to a narrow studded belt, designed to be ripped off.

  “Oh, good choice,” Alex crowed, as Conor wriggled into the thong.

  “It’s a bloody good job it’s stretchy.” Conor’s cock tented the triangle of fabric lewdly.

  He crossed he room and sank to his knees at Alex’s feet. Alex had put on a pair of conservative black shorts, but the bulge in them attested to his arousal. Conor fought back the urge to nuzzle the tempting package.

  “Room service should be here soon and don’t worry—the staff here are quite used to seeing all kinds of interesting activities. Now adopt the correct position.” Alex nudged Conor’s knees farther apart. “Hands behind your back.”

  Conor guessed he was blushing from head to toe. His heels dug into his sore arse and the pain made his cock twitch.