Trained By The Boss: M/M BDSM Straight To Gay First Time Romance

by Charlotte Storm

  Griffin growls when he drags me to my feet. “You don’t have to make this decision now. I’ll take you to my place and fuck you either way.” He grins, and hell. Seeing him happy, knowing I put that smile there, is like a kick to the chest that sends a consuming flame through my bloodstream.

  It’s a sensation I hope never fades.

  Reaching up to touch his face, I run my fingertips across his cheek, into his hair, then down the back of his neck. “The answer is yes.”

  His hands find my hips. “Yes?”

  “I want to be your partner. In all the ways,” I say. “On one condition.”

  “Anything,” he says against my ear as he bites the lobe gently.

  “Anything?” I tease. “Seems your negotiating skills could use some work.”

  He cups my ass, pushes his knee between my legs. “My negotiating skills are just fine.”

  I groan, close my eyes, enjoy the sensation of how perfectly he knows my body. Knows precisely how to touch me.

  “Okay, then. My demand is that we hire on my assistant full time, all the benefits.”

  Griffin releases me, steps back, and glares. “Assistant? He any good?”

  Now it’s my turn to grin. “She’s amazing.”

  Griffin nods. “Deal. Now for my demands.”

  Sliding his hand down my arm, Griffin grabs my wrist, runs his fingers underneath the cuff.

  I shiver, my dick hard, ready. For him. “Anything,” I husk as his breath mixes with mine, our mouths close.

  “Anything?” he throws back at me, mocking my tone from before.

  “Anything, sir.”

  His grip on my bracelet tightens, his dark eyes boring into mine, seeing all the way into my damn soul. Damned because it’ll never belong to anyone but him.

  The next time Griffin Hart opens his mouth, it changes my world. Changes everything.

  “Marry me.”

  Epilogue

  “Stop,” Griffin’s dom voice, the one I’ve come to love and respect, commands from over my shoulder.

  I stare at him in the mirror, the lights around it giving his dark irises haloes.

  Stepping behind me, Griffin brings his fingers to my tie, expertly knotting it.

  “How do you do that?” I ask when he finishes, the knot so perfect he could give training classes to tailors.

  “Practice,” he husks into my ear, then runs his lips up my neck.

  “Isn’t it bad luck to see the groom before the wedding?” I tease as I tilt my head, give him more access to my skin.

  Griffin’s arms go around my waist. He presses into me, his steel length rubbing against my ass cheek.

  “Only for the bride.” He slides his palms down my inner thighs, taunting me. As if I’m not already as hard as he is just by looking at him.

  Dressed to kill, he’s easily the most gorgeous man at our wedding. Hell, the state. The entire planet.

  He moves his hips against me the same way he did last night. I hate that we’re both fully dressed. Something we could remedy, though I can’t imagine our guests would appreciate that.

  “Clearly, I’m not a bride,” he says, as if he needs words to make the point. He doesn’t.

  “If you don’t stop grinding on me, we’re going to be late for our own wedding. And I’ll probably destroy that tux.”

  “Destroy it.” He strokes my dick through my pants, driving me wild. “As long as I get to destroy something else, I don’t care.” He moves his hand from my front and slides it across my crack.

  I rut against his hand, pushing into him hard. “Fuck this,” I growl and start to unzip my pants. Screw everyone else. They can wait.

  A loud knock sounds at the door. “Aiden, it’s time. Are you ready?”

  Lily’s voice cools the raging inferno making lava of my blood. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get through the next few hours without jumping my soon-to-be-husband.

  Soon-to-be-husband. Damn. It still doesn’t seem real.

  When Griffin asked me to marry him, I was stunned. But I knew the answer before he even asked. He wanted to elope right away. I made him wait until we got the new company going, could prove it was a viable business.

  I figured trying to manage a marriage and a new startup was a recipe for disaster. Plus, it gave us time to figure things out, work our way through the damage we’d done to each other. Heal, so we could start again. Better this time. Stronger. Equal.

  I rub my wrist out of habit, even though I’m not wearing the cuff.

  “I think he’s ready,” Griffin answers for me, and screw him and the look on his face.

  Leaning down, Griffin kisses me, deep, hard, and too short. “See you at the altar,” he whispers, then he’s gone.

  Lily steps into the bathroom, taking his place. She tangles her fingers with mine, smiles up at me. She looks stunning, and happy. I’m happy for her.

  Because of what she’s done for me, how she stuck by my side when I really needed her, I’ve grown to consider her as a sister. We may not have married each other, but I don’t think we could’ve ever been closer than we are now.

  “I’m proud of you.” She fusses with my hair. I swat her away because it’s pointless. She outmaneuvers me, determined to tame my wild locks.

  “Yeah?” I squeeze her fingers tangled with mine when she finishes.

  “Yeah. You’ve come so far, fought for so much. You deserve this, Aiden. Deserve to be so happy your cheeks hurt. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known it was okay to follow my heart. To be the person I was meant to be. You gave me that.”

  I pull her in for a hug, kiss her forehead. “Thank you for being here today. For walking me down the aisle. There’s no one I’d rather it be.”

  She gives me a sad smile, knows better than to mention my parents.

  By the time we reach the main room, and Lily and I step into the aisle leading to the altar, my stomach is no longer a stomach but an angry nest of hornets stinging my nerve endings. The old me surfaces for a moment as every eye turns our way. My mind plays out the events of that night, of my learned pattern of not being good enough. Of not being man enough.

  Then I catch Griffin’s eye, the look of deep love in his features, and all of that bullshit self-talk goes away. So does everyone else, until it’s just me and him, and less than a hundred feet to our forever.

  The actual ceremony goes by in a blur. More than once, I worry my heart might actually burst. I’ve never felt this warm and tingly. This cherished. This lucky. This in love.

  When it comes to the part to exchange our vows, I say, “I do,” before the officiant gives me my lines. Everyone laughs, because it’s funny. I think I might vomit.

  “Do you have the ring?” the officiant asks.

  Both Griffin and I reach into our pockets at the same time, each pulling out identical cuff bracelets, his matching the one he bought me all those years ago. Feels like a lifetime ago.

  This time, when he locks mine, his hands are steady. When I lock his, mine shake. He takes my hands in his, holds them until I take a deep breath, calm myself as much as I can.

  “I am yours as much as you’ve been mine since the day I first trained you.” He flicks his wrist, his bracelet sliding along his skin. “Now, the world will know it.”

  When we’re told to seal our union with a kiss, Griffin cradles my face, devours my mouth like a drowning man taking his first gulp of air. Catcalls and wolf whistles sound from the audience, but I don’t care.

  The reception flies by. I’m so high on endorphins that I never want this day to end. But then I remember what I get at the end of the day, and it can’t go by fast enough.

  I let Griffin carry me over the threshold of the home we bought and made ours, together. I do what he says, follow his directions, when he commands me to stand still, not say a word.

  He takes his sweet, torturous time just staring at me, commiting to memory the way I look. The way I smell. The way the electric buzz of our love permeates the air between us.
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br />   Over and over again, I have to fight the impulse to fidget, especially when he starts to undress me. He’s a cruel, sadistic bastard in the languid way he removes my clothes, keeping his fully on. In the way he doesn’t touch what I so badly want him to. Which is basically anywhere. Everywhere.

  By the time I’m naked, my dick is painfully hard and practically dripping. Griffin drops to one knee, flicks his tongue out, catches my taste. I almost fucking lose it, break my role, grab his hair, beg him to suck me, then fuck me.

  I don’t, because if there’s anything I’ve learned in life, it’s that I’m stronger than I think I am. I’m more comfortable in my body than I’ve ever been, and I’m fully aware of my boundaries. Plus, I like when Griffin tests just how flexible they are.

  Fuck, is he testing them now.

  Somehow, by some miracle, I don’t move, don’t make a sound, as he swirls his tongue around my swollen head. As he laps at my dripping pleasure.

  Standing, Griffin puts his mouth on mine. The taste of him and me mix together into a bit of an addiction I’ve developed.

  Removing his mouth from mine, Griffin leaves the room without a word. A few moments later, he returns with rope, a chair, a very familiar butt plug, and some lube. After slicking my hole, then slicking the plug, Griffin instructs me to sit on top of it, on the chair.

  I slide down slowly, relishing in the way the bulbous shape stretches me. The way it fills me, puts pressure on my prostate and the muscles lining my inner walls.

  Balls full, dick hard, ass stretched, Griffin takes in the sight of me ready for him. “You are so fucking beautiful, and I am so in love with you,” he whispers as he ties my hands behind my back, my feet to the chair.

  I can’t move, don’t even bother trying. No point. Griffin knows what he’s doing, in all the ways that matter.

  “Are you ready?” he asks once he’s done tying me up, admiring his handy work.

  I don’t know what he has in mind, but that doesn’t stop me from nodding my head.

  His lips twist with the kind of wicked grin that tells me I’m in for something special. “Good. I’m ready, too.”

  Griffin starts at his tie, slowly undoing it first. Then he removes his tux jacket, shirt, and finally his pants. His boxer briefs strain to hold him in, the fabric pressed to the limit by the iron rod I wish he’d spear me with.

  But when he drops his underwear, my eyes widen, and a pulse of craving makes my dick jump. He’s wearing a harness. An ass plug harness held together by a ring around his cock.

  I make a sound in the back of my throat, fighting back the words, “Oh my God.” He told me not to talk, not to make a sound. And I don’t want to ruin whatever inspired him to wear that.

  He cuts me a hard look. I do my best to school my features in place, lasso my wild, out of control desire.

  “Do you like it?” he asks, and is he for fucking real?

  I nod once, proud of myself for not shouting, “Fuck, yes!”

  “I wore it all day,” he confesses as he drops to his knees in front of me. “Wanted to be ready for tonight. For what I plan to do with you.”

  Without warning, Griffin dips his head, wraps his lips around my cock, and sucks me in the way only he can.

  I close my eyes, force my lungs to fill with air, and squirm around the fullness of the plug in my ass, only adding to the pleasure overload. My need for my new husband, coupled with my desire to please him, to hold out, is so strong, I think I might hyperventilate.

  He works me with his hot mouth, his expert tongue, to the point of madness. Every muscle in my body fights against the cresting wave of the best orgasm of my life. And because he knows me so well, Griffin pulls off my cock before I go off, denying me what I want more than almost anything.

  I cry out, because I can’t help it, and he’s already punishing me anyway. What more could he do?

  He slaps my balls, not hard enough to really hurt me, but just hard enough to make it sting, bring me back from the edge. It’s his way of letting me know he’s still in control. That there are consequences for not doing what I’ve been trained to do.

  Standing, Griffin undoes the buckles and straps holding his harness in place. I watch his every move, my eyes glued to the man before me. The man I love with everything I am, everything I’ll ever be.

  When he steps out of the harness, he slicks my cock with more lube, then slicks his asshole. I don’t understand why until he slides over my legs, sits in my lap, and angles my dick for his hole.

  Face-to-face, our breath mingling, I look into Griffin’s deep brown eyes as he slides me inside him, his warm flesh sheathing me all the way. I’ve never been with any man this way. Another first. And hell, I did not know what I was missing.

  I moan, and fuck it. He can make me pay all he wants. It will be worth it. Everything has been worth it for this moment, right now, with him.

  When I bottom out inside him, he claims my mouth with his. As his tongue moves inside me, he glides his hips up and down, rides me to the same rhythm. His cock strokes my stomach with the motion, and I know I won’t last long.

  “Grif—” I try and warn him, but then he squeezes my cock with his ass, and the only noises I’m capable of making aren’t words.

  “I know you’re close, husband.” He draws out the word. It’s a word that could make me lose it even if we weren’t doing this. “I’m going to let you cum inside me, fill my ass, claim it the way I’ve claimed yours so many times.”

  He picks up the pace, and it’s all I can do to hold out.

  “We’re in this together, Aiden.” He holds up his wrist, the one with the cuff on it. “This is my way of showing it.”

  Rising up, he slams down on my cock. Hard. Something inside me breaks apart, breaks open. I clench...hell, everywhere, the plug in my ass and the ropes around my arms and legs the only things anchoring me.

  Griffin’s pace doesn’t stop, the muscles deep inside him milking my orgasm, drawing it out until I beg him to stop. Until every nerve ending burns with the relief of release, leaving me barely more than a raw, frayed thing.

  “I love you,” his lips say against mine, his breath hot against my cheeks.

  I can’t see, my vision blurry from whatever high being this in love and satisfied brings. “I love you, too. So much,” I think I say. I’m not sure. I don’t even know my own name right now.

  My breathing hasn’t calmed when my husband slides off my spent cock. I miss being inside him, definitely want to do that again. But I want him inside me more, want to bring him as much pleasure as he’s brought me.

  Starting with my legs, Griffin unties the ropes, then massages the sensitive flesh. When he drags me to my feet, I sway, my muscles too relaxed to properly function. The plug falls out, and he tells me to leave it.

  Good, because I’m not sure I could pick it up, anyway. I’m not even sure how he’s going to take me. I’m basically useless right now.

  Using his body, and his powerful presence, he guides me to the bed. Our bed. He turns me on my side, spoons me, the same position as when he took my virginity.

  When he slides inside me, my body begs for a break. Begs him to give me more.

  I don’t know how long we make love, kiss like there’s no one in the world but us. And I sure in hell don’t know how he lasts so long. What I do know is that he gets me hard again, works me into a frenzy. I beg him to go harder, to just fucking take me, wreck me.

  I don’t care how sore I’ll be later, not when every ounce of available concentration is focused on how amazing Griffin feels right now.

  How complete I finally am.

  How much I’m going to enjoy being trained to be his for the rest of our forever.

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