by Tatum Throne
Some might call his lifestyle an addiction. It wasn’t an addiction. It was all about his relationship with his submissive. It was all about training his submissive. He hoped he wouldn’t scare Kemper away when he told him he was a Dom. A few of his relationships had ended when he confided that he was a Dom.
With that thought in mind, Shawn grabbed the bags from the backseat. He managed to carry two at a time as he headed up the walk. He hit the bell and waited. Kemper opened the door a few seconds later. The fresh scent of a man who just stepped from the shower struck Shawn in the face. Shawn felt his entire body melt when he drank Kemper’s scent in, memorizing every exotic detail. A flash of white-hot lust sprinted through Shawn’s body when he thought about the kiss they shared in the shower. He saw Kemper gagged and strapped down with leather on his bed. A possessive need spun up through Shawn’s body.
He wanted Kemper for everything.
“Are you coming inside or are you going to stand on my porch all night?” Kemper asked.
It took Shawn a few seconds to regain his ability to speak. “I brought you some groceries.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did. Your refrigerator is most likely still empty.”
Shawn barged his way inside, heading down the hallway toward the kitchen. “There are two more bags in the backseat of my car.”
“I’ll grab them.”
It was a physical test Shawn wanted Kemper to accomplish on his own. His balance was getting better. They still had a lot of work to do before Kemp’s SWAT test. Kemper came into the kitchen with the two bags, setting them down on the table. Shawn pulled out the fresh fruit and veggies. He put them away in the refrigerator.
There was something playing on Shawn’s mind. He was quite certain that Kemper didn’t have any friends. Shawn knew that Kemp was tight with the guys at work, but outside of that Shawn knew Kemp didn’t have any guys he hung out with. The fact that Kemper didn’t have anyone really bothered Shawn.
“So, do you have any plans this weekend?” Shawn asked.
“Not much.”
Shawn grabbed the bag of organic apples from the fridge. He opened the bag and washed them, placing them in the bowl on the counter. Even after one session, Shawn could see the difference in the way Kemper carried himself. A few more weeks and he’d be completely back in shape.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Shawn said.
“Shoot.”
Shawn tossed Kemper one of the apples. He caught it and brought it to his nose before he gave it a sniff. Kemper gave it a bite. Shawn watched his jaw go to work, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. A groan of need echoed through Shawn’s chest as he thought about collaring and chaining Kemper.
Shawn pressed his palms against the counter. “I’m a Dom.”
Kemper’s jaw froze in midchew before it went to work again. He swallowed before speaking.
“As in leather and whips?”
“I want you as my submissive.”
Kemper crossed his arms, leaning hips against the table. “I’ve never been a bottom.”
“I only top.”
Kemper nervously uncrossed his arms, gripping the edge of the table. “What do you want to do about this?”
Shawn felt his heart hammering. He had never wanted somebody so badly in his entire life. He had never wanted to dominate someone so completely that he was afraid of losing him before they even started. Shawn knew that if he didn’t get the chance, he was going to have a hard time getting over Kemper.
“I guess the next step is up to you. Do you want me as your Dom?”
Kemper’s long lashes brushed against his cheeks as he took a moment to look down and think about it. Shawn held his breath as he waited eagerly for Kemper’s answer.
“Yes.”
Relief wrapped with excitement poured through Shawn’s body. He reached for the contract folded up in his back pocket. “I always draw up a contract with my submissive.”
“A contract?”
“Yes. I want you to know everything I’m going to do to you. Read through it and sign it if you want to take this to the next step.”
Kemper’s hand shook slightly as he took the three-page contract into his hands. He set his half-eaten apple on the counter. He turned away as he started to read the contract. It was Shawn’s standard contract. He outlined all aspects of sex he liked to perform on his submissive. The corner of Shawn’s mouth ticked up when he saw a blush creep up the sides of Kemper’s cheeks. Shawn knew exactly what Kemper was reading.
Shawn’s standard contract listed spanking, flogging, chaining, rope work, gagging, sex toys, and collaring with leash. Kemper flipped to the second page that listed the terms of their relationship. They would be exclusive for the next six months. After six months, they could renegotiate the terms of their relationship for a longer term. Most of Shawn’s relationships were renegotiated for another six. Kemper flipped to the final page that listed where they would both sign. It also discussed the love clause. Neither one had the right to fall in love with the other. This was purely a physical contract.
“Absolutely, no love, right?” Kemper asked.
“No. This is purely a physical contract and a physical relationship. I don’t fall in love.”
“What breaks the contract?”
“Noncompliance. You will have a safe word. Noncompliance falls in the category of disobedience. For example, if I ask you to crawl to me and you completely refuse. You are in breach of contract. Safety and safe words are outside of noncompliance.”
“I think I understand, but explain to me how a safe word works.”
“If things get a little too intense for you, that’s when you’ll use your safe word for me to back off.”
“Have any of your subs had to use their safe word?” Kemper asked.
“Yes.”
Kemper seemed to consider that information for a moment as he stared down at the contract.
“The condom clause?”
“I always wear them. I’ve never not used a glove. Have you ever gone without them?”
“When I’m in a committed relationship, I don’t wear condoms,” Kemper said.
“We will use them all the time.”
He nodded and frowned as though he didn’t like this aspect of what would be happening between them.
“How many submissives have you had?”
The question was a fair one and one an experience submissive usually asked before getting involved with a new Dom.
“Over my lifetime or do you want the last five years?” Shawn asked.
“Lifetime.”
“Fifteen.”
Kemper nodded. That frown was becoming permanent on his forehead.
Shawn came in close, brushing the tips of his fingers through Kemper’s hair. “How many long-term relationships have you had?” Shawn asked.
“Two,” Kemper said.
Only two? The number totally surprised Shawn. He never expected Kemper to be so innocent. “Were they long-term?”
“Yeah. Both of them were.”
Shawn normally didn’t ask about former lovers, but for some odd reason he had to know about Kemper’s. “Were you in love with them?” Shawn asked.
“I thought I was. I was young and inexperienced. I don’t think I completely understood what love meant.”
“Do you now?”
Kemper grinned. “I know what it isn’t.”
“Well, we’ll both know how to keep love out of this relationship then. It will be easier for both of us to move on when this is over.”
That frown was getting overtime action on his forehead again. Those imperfect lines made Kemper look really dangerous and sexy and completely uncertain.
“If you need more time to look over the contract…”
“No, it’s not that.”
“What is it?” Shawn asked.
Kemper looked across the room at Shawn. There was cold, hard determination in
his gaze. Right then, Shawn wanted to know what he was thinking, but he knew he shouldn’t ask. Some things were better left alone at the end of the day.
“Are you ready to sign with me?” Shawn asked.
“Yes.”
There was a built-in wall desk in the kitchen. Kemper went over to it, grabbing a pen. Kemper signed his name with a flourish. He handed the contract over to Shawn, and he signed it also. When Shawn was finished, he folded the contract back up and placed it in his back pocket.
“When do you want to begin?” Kemper asked.
“Right now.” Shawn went to the wall, flipping the lights off. “Pick a safe word.”
“Stop.”
Moonlight stretched lazily across the laminated floor. Shawn circled in close, smoothing his hands down over Kemper’s ass as he pulled him close. He hit their cocks together, grinding them against each other. Shawn threaded his fingers into Kemper’s hair, tightening down his fingers.
Shawn brushed his lips over Kemper’s ear. He released his breath, fanning heat over Kemper’s ear. “You will obey my commands.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You’ll be punished.”
Kemper shivered within Shawn’s arms. He loved how vulnerable and inexperienced his new submissive was.
“I’m going to make you come so hard that I blow your mind for all other men.”
“Oh, god.”
“Scared?” Shawn asked.
“No.”
“Good. The only thing you need to be frightened of is coming before I say you can.” Shawn licked his tongue out over Kemper’s ear, nipping his earlobe into his mouth. He scraped his teeth across the sensitive curve of his ear. Shawn took two steps backward and gave Kemper his first command. “Now undress.”
Complete compliance was the only way this relationship could work. Shadows played over Kemper’s body as he went to work unzipping his fly and dropping his jeans to the floor. He stepped out of them. It was then that Shawn noticed that Kemper had a different type of hardware on his leg. It was then too that Shawn noticed that Kemp was barefoot. Kemper reached behind his head, pulling his T-shirt off in one sexy move. His muscles rippled to life in a wave that sent heat scorching through Shawn’s body. The sensation was like lightning striking through his body. Kemper was stocky and sexy just the way Shawn liked his lovers. He would fit perfectly when the time was right.
Tight white Tommy Hilfiger briefs shone in the moonlight. Three inches of the tip of Kemper’s cockhead hung out over the band of his briefs. Those tight briefs accentuated Kemper’s balls. Kemper went to hook his thumbs into the band of those briefs when Shawn grunted in disapproval.
“Leave the briefs on for now.”
Kemper bit his lip, sucking on his full lower lip as though he was having a really hard time obeying his command. His right hand moved over his prick, adjusting it through those tight briefs. Shawn’s gaze moved over Kemper’s navel, following that thick happy trail like a cowboy who had all the time in the world.
“Don’t move.”
Every muscle in Kemper’s body appeared to be locked tight as he waited for Shawn’s next command. Shawn hadn’t planned on starting their first session tonight, but he was emotionally weak when it came to Kemper.
Emotional weakness wasn’t something Shawn ever felt before with a submissive. Shawn always had complete control of his emotional grid. He was a pro when it came to compartmentalizing his feelings. He suspected that was what made him such a good Dom. Things were very different with Kemper. He didn’t know why, and right now he didn’t care why they were different. He just knew that Kemper was special and unique and completely his to use as he saw fit for the next six months.
Shawn worked his leather belt out of the loops of his jeans. He wrapped the leather back on itself and gave the loop a powerful snap that shouted through the kitchen. Kemper’s eyes widened as Shawn came closer. Shawn worked the leather around Kemper’s hips, sliding the belt down under Kemper’s ass. He bounced Kemper’s athletic ass several times. The tip of Kemper’s cockhead bounced with each shake of his ass.
A shiver went through Kemper’s body as Shawn slid the leather belt up his back. Shawn worked the leather up over Kemper’s shoulder and over his neck. Shawn leaned in, giving Kemper a possessive kiss. Shawn threaded his fingers into Kemper’s hair as he flicked his tongue deep into his mouth. He worked the leather belt around Kemper’s neck, sliding it in close to make a collar.
After tightening the belt, Shawn stepped back, hooking his fingers into the front of Kemper’s briefs. Shawn slipped both hands into the window, yanking the soft cotton material apart as though he were ripping open a birthday present. Kemper gasped as the material ripped apart, exposing his fully loaded cock. Kemper’s prick slapped out, hitting against his abdomen.
Pre-cum left a creamy wet spot on Kemper’s abdomen. It took all of Shawn’s willpower not to lean down and lap up that sweet cream. Shawn smeared his thumb over that wet spot, smoothing it up over Kemper’s navel. Shawn lifted his thumb to his lips, licking the cream off the pad of his thumb. Shawn felt his eyes go dreamy as he tasted his lover for the first time. He usually wasn’t such a cum whore but he was feeling like one tonight.
The flaps of Kemper’s briefs hung open like the torn pages of a new book. Shawn reached around Kemper’s backside, ripping that white cotton so that it exposed his ass cheeks, too. Shawn couldn’t resist temptation and slid the tips of two fingers up between Kemper’s ass cheeks. Kemper groaned as the pads of his fingers rubbed over his rim. Kemper arched out his ass for more. Shawn pulled away, whipping Kemper around.
“Hands on the table. Don’t move.”
Kemper arched out his ass, silently begging Shawn to take ownership of him with his leather belt. Shawn slid his fingers over the leather belt that was now a collar. Shawn rubbed his hands over Kemper’s ass, giving his ass cheeks a hard pinch. Shawn felt Kemper relax into his touch. It was then that Shawn knew it was time to spank Kemper until he was begging for more.
Shawn pulled back his hand, bring it back in hard. He spanked Kemper roughly, making his balls bounce into his prick. Shawn watched as his cock flexed up, hitting against his abdomen. With every hit of Shawn’s palm, Kemper groaned for more.
Headlights cut across the front windows. Shawn pressed his hand against Kemper’s back when he started to stand.
“Are you expecting someone?” Shawn asked.
“No.”
“Then who could be here to see you?”
“I don’t know.”
Kemper sounded breathless and annoyed. Shawn grabbed the band of Kemper’s briefs and yanked, tearing his briefs off. He worked to remove his belt from around Kemper’s neck. “This could be a problem. Put your jeans on.”
A few seconds later, a knock sounded on the front door. “Answer it.”
* * * *
Another knock sounded on the front door. Kemper had no idea who would be visiting him this late at night. Kemper knew he was still under his Dom’s control. His head was still spinning from the fact that he had a Dom. Despite his cock being stuffed inside his jeans, Kemper’s prick throbbed for more. Kemper went for the door as annoyance marched up his spine. He looked out the window, seeing the last person in the entire world he expected to see.
“Who is it?” Shawn asked.
Kemper met Shawn’s gaze. Those dark eyes sent a shiver of lust through his body. Kemper flexed his cock, feeling the rough edge of denim against his sensitive skin.
“Evan Thunder. He’s our tactical photographer.”
“Let him in.”
Shawn headed into the living room, turning on the television as Kemper opened the front door.
“Hey, Evan. What’s up?”
“I was on my way home. I have some photos I took after your accident. I thought they might help you work through what happened.”
“Come on in.”
Evan looked around, seeing Shawn in the living room. “Oh, hey, Shawn. Long time no see.”
“You two know each other?” Kemper asked.
“Yeah. Shawn was almost the reason why I nearly dropped out of the Academy,” Evan said.
A grin tugged at the corner of Shawn’s lips. “I couldn’t help it if you were distracted.”
Evan’s face turned red. Yes, something had gone down between the two men. Kemper crossed his arms. “Were you two going out?”
A bark of laughter shot from Shawn’s lips. “No. Evan was distracted by someone else in training. I confronted him during training. He didn’t like what I had to say.”
“Fuck you.”
“I taught you to keep your head in the game. Didn’t I?” Shawn asked.
Evan ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I didn’t come here to mess up your evening. You can keep these, Kemp. I thought you might like to take a look at them when you had time.”
Kemp took the binder Evan offered, but didn’t open it. “Thanks. I’ll look at them later.”
“No rush. See you later.” Evan glared at Shawn on his way out the door.
Kemper locked the door behind Evan and set the binder of photos on the entrance table. It was getting late. Kemp was discovering that he really didn’t know anything about Shawn.
“Were you and Evan lovers?” Kemp asked.
“Jealous sub?”
“No…I just want to know.”
Shawn smiled. “No. Evan and I haven’t ever gotten along well. We’re too much alike.”
Kemper stood just inside the living room archway. His cock was still rock hard and begging to be released again.
“Undress.”
Kemp pulled his T-shirt over his head and unzipped his jeans. He loved the way Shawn sucked in his breath as his hard prick snapped out of his jeans. Kemp knew he still wasn’t in the best shape physically, but Shawn didn’t seem to mind. His ass was still bruised, hot, and sensitive from his spanking. Kemp ran his hand down his prick, giving it a good squeeze. A dewy drip of pre-cum leaked from his swollen tip. Shawn settled back into his leather couch, tossing both hands over the back and spreading his thick, muscular thighs wide. Kemp licked his lips as he let his gaze settle on the thick bulge behind Shawn’s zipper. A shiver of white-hot anticipation echoed through his system, short circuiting all thought going through Kemper’s mind.
