Trust And Obey

by Ts McKinney

  “Keep an eye on him,” he ordered. “I don’t trust him.” Either the bastard would get on board with his plan, or he would disappear.

  “Of course, sir.”

  His wife opened their bedroom door and motioned it was time for them to leave for the charity dinner. He smiled softly and waved an acknowledgement. One day, very soon, he was going to fucking slit her throat for her total lack of respect. Come into a room unannounced and uninvited? Her days were numbered. She was getting old anyway. He never kept them past their twenty-seventh birthday…and she’d be twenty-six next week.

  He glanced around at the opulence of his home. Every corner, every stick of furniture, every detail reeked of wealth. He surrounded himself with beautiful things. Landry would fit in nicely. Maybe it was time for him to focus solely on a male companion. No, he had an image to uphold. He would do away with wife number three and find him a beautiful, younger model. Landry would simply be a toy or pet to keep locked away from prying eyes, only to be played with in the darkness of the dungeons underneath his home. Yes, dungeons. He lived in a nice gated community with some of the wealthiest in the country. An ex-president lived only three houses down from him, and he had a fucking dungeon in his basement…currently housing three guests.

  That reminded him, he would need to dispose of one of those guests to make room for Landry. His mood improved instantly when he realized the fun that lay ahead.

  After an annoying eye roll and another tap, tap to her watch, his wife finally shut the door, leaving him to deal with the details of his latest conquest. He said, “Proceed with our plan. I’ve grown tired of playing games—let’s end this.”

  “No problems, boss. We’ll take care of it.”

  ****

  Brookes loved tying him up. He’d told Landry so. And Landry loved being tied. It felt like any normal BDSM scene that Landry had participated in hundreds of times over the years…yet it was far from it. The ropes and the sex furniture of the club were the only aspects of BDSM in their lovemaking. Well, other than the few occasional slaps to his ass. It was different. It was…delicious.

  Landry never thought his body could be satisfied without the controlled abuse of a scene. He’d thought he craved the burn of a flogger caressing his backside. And, in all honesty, parts of him did but he was learning, with the help of Brookes, that he could also crave just being made love to.

  Now, as he waited for whatever Brookes had planned for him, his body hummed with anticipation. The buzz was intoxicating. An even bigger aphrodisiac to Landry, though, was the clearness in his mind. No more hiding. He still didn’t believe in love, at least not for the likes of him, but he no longer studied under the theory that he wasn’t worthy of physical worship…and Brookes fucking worshipped him.

  Landry’s breath puffed out as he waited, growing impatient with each second. The beauty of being with Brookes was that he didn’t know what he was going to get. He’d seen the Dom work the other subs over with expert skill. He’d even tasted a small sampling of what the man was capable of. With Brookes, he’d also experienced lovemaking. He wanted both. He wanted the controlled discipline and he wanted the lovemaking.

  He knew Brookes could give him both. He knew his body and mind would allow Brookes to give him both.

  Finally, he asked, “What are you waiting for?” Sexual frustration made his voice sound huskier than normal.

  Brookes chuckled. “I’m trying to decide if I want to blindfold you or let you watch us in the mirror. Do you want to watch me fuck you senseless or would you rather not know what is coming or when it’s coming?”

  Landry’s eyes automatically lifted to gaze at the wall of mirrors only a few feet away from him. The image before him was incredibly sensual. He was splayed erotically, ropes keeping his hands and feet spread wide. Ropes were wound around his upper thighs, keeping them locked into place. His cock and balls, swollen and begging for attention, hung between his legs, striking quite a vision in the mirror.

  Brookes looked magnificently male, as always. His bronzed flesh, decorated with tattoos and a fine sheen of sweat, made Landry lick his lips. His legs, encased in black leather, looked as big as tree trunks and Landry knew what hung between them was just as intimidating and powerful.

  “Let me watch,” he pleaded softly. He had to watch. Brookes’ dark intensity was too much to miss.

  He watched as Brookes moved closer, not stopping until the scorching skin of his chest touched Landry’s back. Landry melted against the heat.

  “You want to watch, kitten? You want to watch while I fuck you harder than anybody has ever fucked you before?” He asked, nipping at the sensitive skin on the curve of Landry’s shoulder. “Tell me you want to watch as my cock claims you, pushing your limits but demanding you take every inch.”

  “I want it…”

  Brookes was wearing thin black gloves and Landry shivered as he felt them wrap around him possessively. Those giant hands gripped his lean hips, holding him in place while he thrust his bulge against Landry’s taut ass. “Tell me to fuck you, kitten. Tell me to make you purr,” he demanded.

  “Fuck me, Jericho. Please fuck me…”

  “Call me Brookes,” he demanded harshly as those black gloves unsnapped the portion of the leather than had enclosed his cock. When his cock was finally free from the leather confines, Landry squirmed against his bindings, wanting to touch and suck the engorged length. The mushroom head, spongey and dripping, made his mouth water. He wanted to slip his tongue into the slit and taste the muskiness that was all Brookes.

  “Please,” he whimpered, tossing all pride out the window. He needed to feel Brooke’s cock splitting him open.

  Brookes slowly reached for the lube and spread a generous amount into his gloved hand. He clearly wasn’t one for obeying because he was flat out ignoring Landry’s begging. Every move he made was slow and deliberate, stretching out Landry’s torment. He smeared the lube against Landry’s hole and then without warning breeched him with two gloved fingers. “Fuck!” Landry swore against the delicious invasion. Like a whore, he tried to move against his bindings, tried to fuck himself on Brookes’ thick fingers, but the damned ropes restricted him just enough to prevent his thrusting. “Stop playing with me, Brookes. Give it to me,” he demanded. He felt the other man’s fingers scissoring inside of him, stretching and preparing him. “I don’t need prep, Brookes. I need your cock!”

  A gloved hand smacked the tender flesh of his ass. “I’ll decide when you get my cock, kitten.”

  Landry heard the condom being ripped open and then more lube being slathered. His breath hitched with hunger. Through the mirror, he saw Brookes slide the condom on his engorged length, stroking it with lube once he was sheathed. “Watch me, kitten. Watch us,” he growled against his ear.

  “Yes,” Landry purred obediently, his eyes never wavering from the erotic picture his lover presented. The cock, hot, hard, and glistening with lube was catnip to Landry. He licked his lips. Brookes was gorgeous and for now, just for now, he was his.

  The gloved hands parted his cheeks and held him open. Landry’s eyes sought out Brooke’s eyes and he saw pure lust glowing in the gray orbs as the other man hungrily studied his puckered hole. He tried to wiggle and was rewarded with another sharp slap and then his cheeks were immediately spread again.

  “This is mine, kitten. Only mine,” Brookes told him.

  Seconds later, Landry felt himself being stretched to the limit as Brookes slid his cock inside him, slowly, yet deliberately. Landry swore the man moved with the ability to make him feel each and every vein as each inch slid into his tightness. The heat was scorching…the burn of being stretched even hotter. Landry groaned, his eyes slid shut with the wonderful sensations Brookes was giving him.

  “Tell me how deep you want me. Tell me how hard you want to be fucked.”

  “Deeper. Harder,” Landry moaned. “Yessssss,” he hissed when his lover went balls deep with one final thrust. Their balls slammed together and Landry’
s back arched.

  “Who do you belong to?” Brookes asked, sliding out and then slamming back in again.

  Landry hesitated. He’d never belonged to anyone…not really. With his past, his history, he refused to even think he could belong to anyone. He’d never really wanted to belong to anyone. Oh, how things had changed for him since meeting Jericho Brookes. “You,” he finally answered. His voice was soft but the word echoed through both their heads…and hearts.

  It was the only fuel Brookes needed. The slow seductive feeding of his cock into Landry’s ass disappeared and a lusty fuck took over. He thrust into him again and again, going as deep as possible before pulling almost all the way out…and plunging in deep again. The sound of Brooke’s lubed cock sliding in and out of his channel echoed wickedly throughout the empty club. Their balls slapped together and Landry’s soft purrs and Brooke’s growls added to the seductive music.

  When Landry was certain his body couldn’t handle any more stimulation, Brookes changed the angle of his hips and deliberately pumped against his prostate, chuckling when a long moan escaped from Landry. “Fuck, Brookes! Yes, there. Fuck me there!”

  “Come with me, kitten,” he whispered against his ear and then dropped his head to bite and suckle the base of Landry’s neck…what he knew was Landry’s sweet spot. His hips kept thrusting and he reached a hand around to capture his lover’s cock in his fist. A few strokes, from base to spongey head, and Landry lost it, splattering his release on the floor in front of them.

  Brookes bucked and gave a final thrust, burying himself deep, claiming Landry’s body and soul. Landry felt his cock jerking its release inside of him and he relished the power he felt over this magnificent man. He wanted the condom gone. He wanted to feel his lover’s cum rush inside of him, coating his insides with his own version of a tattoo. Hell, he wanted to be filled with Brooke’s spunk to the point that it would dribble out of him when he walked.

  “Fuck,” Brookes moaned against his back. “I wanted to make that last longer for you, but I lose control when I’m in your body, kitten. I’ve never met anyone with the power to take my control away like that,” Brookes told him in a weak voice that demonstrated the strength of the impact Landry had on him.

  Used to keeping everything secret, Landry struggled with the words…but found them. “I…I feel the same way, Brookes. I’ve never felt anything like this before.” He took a deep breath and forced the next words out. “Please don’t hurt me. If this isn’t as serious as I’m thinking it is, walk away now…before too much damage is done to me.”

  Through the mirror, Landry watched Brookes draw in a shaky breath and he felt terror seize his heart. There was something about the look on the man’s face…a look in his beautiful gray eyes, that sent cold chills washing over Landry. His worry deteriorated when the strange look transformed into a soft smile. The smile curved his lips and transformed him from dominant Dom to sweet lover. A month ago, you couldn’t have convinced Landry he would have found the loving look attractive – now, it made him want to melt into a puddle of hope for his future. A month ago, all he would’ve cared about in a scene would’ve been how much punishment his body could accept from his partner. Since Brookes, he thought of other things…craved other things. Sure, he still wanted to be dominated, but he also felt deliciously fine with just sex with some ropes and mirrors. Hell, if he stopped long enough to be honest with himself, he would have to admit that he would probably find vanilla sex fun with Brookes.

  He was so fucked.

  He needed to talk to Jagger. Is this how the poor man felt when Colton was pushing so hard, begging so blatantly, and working so diligently to tear down his defenses? Had he felt like everything solid and firm in his life was suddenly starting to shift and drift…right beneath his feet? If so, he fucking needed to talk to Jagger because Brookes was managing to do the same thing to him.

  Brookes moved to stand in front of Landry. His cock was semi soft but still proudly displayed from the opening on his leathers. The larger man looked at Landry for a few beautiful seconds and then placed his hand over Landry’s heart. “I will never damage this, kitten.” He licked his lips. “Always give me a chance to explain, to always trust me, and I’ll never hurt your beautiful heart.” Another soft smile crinkled the skin around his gray eyes. “I’ll always need you to trust and obey.”

  Those words—trust and obey….

  It had been the title of a gospel song his parents had often sung at church. The words, connected to his dark past, should bother, or at least worry him…they didn’t, though. Trust and Obey. He could do it with Brookes.

  Landry drew in a shaky breath. The hand over his heart felt strong and steady, anchoring him when his fluttering heart was trying to fly right out of his chest. “I’m not sure I’ll be very good at either of those things…Sir,” he said softly, finally giving Brookes the respect a Dom deserved and craved. For the first time in his life, he meant it. Brookes had earned his respect.

  “Thank you for calling me Sir, kitten. I know that was hard for you.” The hand over Landry’s heart remained in place but his other hand started stroking the side of Landry’s face, soft and possessive. “And for the record, I have the utmost faith in your ability to trust and obey.” His fingers strayed over to cover Landry’s mouth when he started to argue. The words stopped immediately. “Easy, kitten. You’ve struggled with this in the past because you’ve never had a Dom worthy of your trust and obedience. They haven’t earned it. I intend to. I intend to give your sexy, submissive body everything it needs and craves, but I’m also going to give this beautiful mind of yours everything it needs. Your body wants to obey, but your mind won’t allow it – won’t hand over the reign to your lover. You will for me. You will because you’ll want to make me happy because you’ll trust that your happiness is what I care about as well.”

  Landry tried to chuckle but was sure it came out more as a nervous moan. He wanted those things. He still just couldn’t past the part of his mind that told him he didn’t deserve them. “That sounded awfully sweet and syrupy, Brookes, not the attitude of a big, bad Dom…like you.”

  Brookes frowned. “My poor, poor kitten. You have this picture in your head—this image of what you think a Dom should be and I’m afraid I have a totally different image. Yes, I’ll give your body all the punishment and abuse you crave.” His hand started caressing Landry’s face again, a finger twirling in his hair that curled around his cheek. “Don’t dare linger under the misconception that I’m not quite capable of setting your ass, cock, and balls on fire for my own entertainment…and yours. I can and I will. Often. I will use your body for my own pleasure and, if I’ve a mind for it, I’ll allow you to find your release as well. I’ll make you scream in pain and moan for more.” He closed the distance between them until he was flush against Landry, their cocks, both hard and burning, bumped against each other.

  The scorching heat was erotic to the point that Landry felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He took a deep breath, inhaling Brooke’s musky scent. The room smelled of sex and Brookes. His own cock hardened even more.

  “I’ll do all those things for you, but I’ll also release the barriers you’ve locked around your heart and head. I don’t just want your body, Landry. I want all of you.”

  Landry whimpered. A very disgustingly weak-sounding whimper.

  “I love that sound. It is so fucking sexy,” Brookes murmured as he captured Landry’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled. “It tells me just how badly you want to respond to me.”

  “I’ve…I’ve never given all to anybody,” Landry whispered. “What if my all isn’t enough for you?”

  “I already know you’re enough for me, kitten. I knew that very first time I walked into this club and laid eyes on you. I knew, right then and there, you belonged to me.”

  “I…I hated you,” Landry admitted. He had hated him. On sight. Hadn’t he? Had it been hate…or something else?

  Brookes barked out a sexy laugh.
“No, kitten, you didn’t hate me. You hated how your body responded to me,” he corrected arrogantly. “You might be the submissive in all your encounters so far, but I swear you’re the most controlling bottom I’ve ever seen. You manipulate and control other Doms like they’re new toys that you’ll tire of very, very quickly. The poor fools don’t even see it. They think they’re controlling you because you’re the one tied, the one submitting to their flogger, but you, my naughty kitten, are the one controlling absolutely everything about the scene.”

  “I don’t try to manipulate people,” Landry lied. Yes, he did. He knew he did. He manipulated lovers to get what he wanted. He manipulated lovers to make them see him the way he did – as nothing. Until Brookes, all his lovers and Doms had fallen under his spell and allowed themselves to be tricked and toyed with. Not one had ever tried to see through the character he’d been playing so very well. A whore. They were happy to see him as a dirty whore that liked to be used and abused. Why didn’t Brookes see the same thing everyone else did?

  “Yes, you do. It’s kind of cute to watch you do it with other people, but you’re wasting your time with me. It won’t work. I already see through the fakery you flaunt. I know you don’t value your body like you should…like I do. I intend to rectify that very quickly.”

  If only it were that simple.

  “Trust and obey, eh? We’ll see,” Landry said. He was growing very uncomfortable with their conversation. His heart was starting to do a stupid pitter-patter thing that worried him.

  “Yes, we will,” Brookes countered with an arrogant smirk. “And I for one believe there’s no time like the present.” He moved away from Landry and started working to unfasten his restraints. Within minutes, Landry was completely free. His cock bumped against his belly, totally excited by the comment Brookes just made. He’d just been thoroughly fucked by the biggest cock he’d ever had in his life, and he was ready for more.