Handcuffs and Leather

by Kim Dare

  When he looked up, the older man had let his head drop back to rest against the high back of the chair. His eyes were closed, his face expressionless. He sat there, quite composed, and allowed his submissive free rein with his mouth as if he were offering him a treat. Part of Hadley railed against the idea, wanted to hate the arrogance of a man who could sit above him as if he was merely receiving his due. Except Hadley didn’t want a single damn thing to change.

  Rawlings might want him there, but Hadley knew that he was the one who needed to be exactly where he was. He needed the other man in his mouth, the taste of his master on his tongue. He needed to know he was with the dominant because he wanted to be, to know he was doing this for himself, if he was ever going to be able to look in the mirror and not hate himself for his own weakness.

  Hadley dipped his head and took Rawlings’ shaft a little deeper into his mouth. A tiny pleasure-filled murmur escaped from between his lips as pre-cum leaked onto his tongue. Rawlings made no comment. Hadley let his eyes drop closed. Hands still locked behind his back, he bobbed his head a little lower, taking more of the shaft.

  Sucking a nice snug little vacuum around the other man’s cock, he brought out every trick he knew as he slowly worked him with his lips and tongue. No praise. No criticism. Nothing. Rawlings just accepted it all as if it was the most natural thing in the world for his lover to thrive on being able to please him that way.

  Hadley whimpered as he licked the vein along the underside of the other man’s cock. Accepted. Yes, that sounded right. Accepted and…owned? Yes, maybe part of him felt like that was true too.

  Quickening his movements, Hadley desperately tried to give the other man something in return. Maybe he couldn’t give him sub space, or whatever the other man called the perfect feeling inside his head, but he could get him off. He sucked harder around the older man’s cock, running his tongue delicately over the head every time he pulled back.

  Very slowly, he felt tension fill the older man’s body. Hadley redoubled his efforts, his hands forming into tight fists behind his back.

  Every second, he expected Rawlings to push him away, just as he’d stepped away before. He raced faster, hoping by some miracle to catch the other man off guard and make him come before the dominant could order him not to.

  As desperate as he was to feel his master turn him around and thrust into him, as frantic as he was to be allowed to come himself, he needed to taste the other man, to offer him something without being able to take anything from it for himself.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rawlings’ grip turn white knuckled on the arm of the chair. A tiny little jerk of the hips broke through Rawlings’ seemingly limitless self-control. He spilled into Hadley’s mouth. Swallowing frantically, Hadley caught everything the other man was willing to give him, determined not to miss a single drop.

  Even when Rawlings was finished, Hadley wasn’t quite ready to give up his prize. He stayed there, relishing every second while the other man softened in his mouth.

  A touch to his hair finally made him look up. Rawlings’ fingers stroked through the strands once more, as if nothing had changed. Hadley allowed the dominant to guide his head back to his thigh, letting the other man’s cock slide delicately from between his lips in the process.

  Rawlings let the minutes slip slowly past. Gradually, Hadley seemed to find a sense of peace within himself. His breaths evened out. When Rawlings slid his fingers down his neck, he found his pulse had slowed too. He was as relaxed as he was going to get.

  The dominant took his hand away from the other man’s head, before they ended up just sitting silently in the playroom all night. “Up on your feet.”

  Hadley clambered clumsily upright and stepped back.

  The younger man was beautifully hard and unable to do anything to hide that fact while his hands were behind his back. He’d yet to settle into his submission enough to be entirely comfortable being on display before his master when they weren’t having sex. The cuffs rattled as he automatically moved to cover himself.

  Rawlings ignored that as stepped past him and directed the submissive to stand in the middle of the room with nothing more than a glance. Having an order to follow seemed to make the constable feel far better about the world. Rawlings stood just to the side of the spot he’d pointed out to Hadley. The other man had to step into his personal space to follow the order. He stopped exactly where Rawlings’ had directed him, his shoulder an inch away from his master’s chest as he stared at the wall to Rawlings’ right.

  Rawlings settled his left hand on the small of Hadley’s back. The younger man jumped at the apparently unexpected contact. Rawlings’ left his hand there, steadying him as he wrapped his other fist around the submissive’s cock. The very first touch made Hadley buck against his palm.

  “Did you jack off last weekend after I took you home?”

  Hadley quickly shook his head.

  Rawlings settled his hand comfortably around the other man’s shaft. “Answer properly, Hadley.”

  “You told me to go to sleep, sir.”

  “Yes, I did. And did you do as I said?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Rawlings’ hand moved over his shaft once more before pausing to stroke the tip of his cock with his thumb. “You slept well?”

  “Yes, sir.” Hadley barely managed to make the words a whisper

  “That’s good. It’s important you always tell me the truth.”

  “Yes, sir,” Hadley replied, seemingly on automatic pilot.

  Rawlings continued to stroke him, very slowly, very steadily, making sure the submissive would be left with no doubt he could keep up the same hand motion all night if he chose to.

  “Because I don’t make a habit of letting my submissive tell lies.”

  The younger man glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “I wouldn’t do that, sir.”

  “Not to me,” Rawlings went on.

  Hadley shook his head, denying any intention of ever doing such a thing.

  “Not to themselves either,” the older man finished.

  Hadley hesitated then. “Sir?”

  “A little while ago, you couldn’t think of any reason why we shouldn’t just be play partners.”

  Hadley nodded.

  Rawlings’ hand gently massaged the shaft within his grip, but he didn’t say anything. His left hand dropped away from the small of the younger man’s back and absentmindedly stroked Hadley’s buttocks, as he thought through exactly what should be said next.

  “That’s not the whole truth, is it, Hadley?”

  The younger man glanced up at Rawlings once more. “Sir?”

  Rawlings smiled slightly as his hands continued to play, pushing the submissive closer to the edge without giving him any chance of actually being able to come. “You can’t think of a single reason why we wouldn’t be able to keep the sort of emotional distance from each other we would need to remain just play partners?” he whispered in his ear.

  Hadley shook his head.

  “Don’t worry about it too much. We’ve got plenty of time for you to think it through.”

  Hadley bit his lip as Rawlings fingers continued to play and tease. The submissive knew exactly what he was talking about, Rawlings had no doubt about that. It was bubbling away just under the surface, and if it wasn’t brought to the brink, things were going to get out of hand very quickly.

  “I meant what I said about demanding honesty right from the start. The issue won’t go away if you ignore it—nor will the question,” Rawlings whispered to him, gentling his voice, making every word they said a secret they shared.

  “Sir?” He dropped his voice just as Rawlings had.

  “You said that I should refuse you a spanking if I want to punish you.”

  Hadley nodded. He dropped his eyes closed as Rawlings stroked over his backside, very gently.

  “You don’t decide the punishments, Hadley. I do.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Before he
had a chance to add a needless apology to the reply, Rawlings cut in. “I can think of other things it would be far more appropriate for me to deny you.”

  Hadley opened his eyes. His gaze went straight to his cock where the hard shaft rested in Rawlings hand.

  “If I told you to go straight to sleep when you go home tonight, would you?” He applied another slow, measured stroke to Hadley’s cock as he said it.

  “Yes, sir.” A touch of quiet despair filled his voice as he made the admission.

  “You’ll be allowed to come when you tell the truth,” Rawlings promised.

  Hadley glanced up at him. Rawlings kept his own expression perfectly serious. When Hadley told the truth—not before. He meant it. An orgasm wasn’t worth it. “Could we be play buddies, Hadley?” Rawlings whispered in his ear.

  Hadley shook his head. A second later, he closed his eyes very tightly, as if he realized what he was on the verge of admitting.

  “Why not?” Rawlings prompted.

  Hadley kept his eyes and his lips closed.

  Another stroke to his cock, another inch closer to an edge he wasn’t allowed to fall over. “Why not?”

  “Because…”

  “Because?” Rawlings prompted.

  “I…the emotional distance thing. I don’t think I’m very good at that.”

  “And you’ve had this problem with emotional distance since when?” Rawlings asked.

  “October Seventeenth, sir.”

  Rawlings smiled slightly. Unless he was very much mistaken, Hadley believed that was the first day they set eyes on each other. “Well, then, we might have a problem.”

  Hadley looked up at him.

  “Because I don’t have a problem with ‘the emotional distance thing’.”

  Hadley didn’t seem to be able to look away from him. He wanted to—Rawlings could see it in his eyes, along with a dozen other things he was sure the submissive wished he could hide from him right then.

  Taking a deep breath, he pushed forward in spite of a very similar desire to run and hide from the rest of the conversation.

  “I’m in love with you,” Rawlings finally said, very simply. To his enormous relief, his voice remained perfectly steady through the entire statement. “That’s very different from merely being unable to maintain my distance from someone.”

  At that exact moment, he tightened his grip around Hadley’s shaft. The final stroke that pushed the submissive over the edge punctuated the end of the sentence perfectly. Hadley bucked against his palm as he tossed his head back and came.

  When the younger man finally seemed to come down from the orgasm, he blinked up at him, his eyes full of uncertainty and confusion. “I don’t understand…you want…? I mean…”

  “I mean, I’m in love with you,” Rawlings whispered in his ear, guiding him to turn around and face him. “I find it’s best to make such things clear right from the start—it saves a great deal of confusion later.”

  “I…” Hadley blinked.

  He looked so lost, Rawlings couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t fair to throw something like that at the other man while he was still finding his feet as a submissive. But it wouldn’t have been fair to let him think he didn’t care about him either. He’d seen too many submissives suffer because their dominants didn’t think a master should ever admit to giving a damn about them, much less anything else.

  Guiding the younger man to rest his head on his master’s shoulder, he passed the time stroking his fingertips up and down the submissive’s spine while Hadley thought it all through.

  “I’m really screwing this up, aren’t I, sir?”

  Rawlings chuckled slightly. “You’re doing fine.”

  “I do, you know—what you said.”

  Rawlings held back a real laugh. They would definitely have to work on that declaration at some point, but not right then.

  “That’s fine,” Rawlings said. But he couldn’t quite resist the temptation to point that other things weren’t acceptable. “I’ll give you fair warning right now that if you ever get yourself caught in some crazy hostage situation again, then you’re going to find out just how it feels to have your master truly furious with you.”

  Hadley looked up at him. Rawlings held nothing back in his expression.

  “You were worried about me,” Hadley said, as if the possibility had never occurred to him before.

  “I’m a forensic psychologist, sweetheart. I treat criminals, not cops. Do you really think it was your department’s idea that you should be sent to me?”

  Hadley hesitated.

  “You were exhausted. You refused to see the therapist the force offered you. And you were obviously suffering.” Rawlings stared down at him. “You might have been having nice kinky dreams—but I was having nightmares imagining what might have happened to you.”

  Hadley looked down.

  “Not my finest moment,” Rawlings allowed. “Very unprofessional. Of course, I didn’t really face that fact until you were telling a supposedly impartial therapist about a dream that was worrying you, and I found myself sitting behind my desk desperate to show you what it should be like in reality.”

  Hadley couldn’t meet his eyes right then. “I thought you were disgusted, sir.”

  Rawlings pressed a kiss to his temple. “No.” With his fingers tangled into Hadley’s hair, he guided his head forward to rest on his shoulder once more.

  Hadley went with the movement, so sleepy and trusting after his second foray into submission.

  “Do you know I started falling in love with you back when I only ever managed to snatch little glimpses of you as you rushed out of whatever room I entered?” Rawlings asked him.

  Hadley lifted his head and blinked up at him. Heat returned to his cheeks.

  “And it wasn’t October seventeenth. It was September twenty-seventh.”

  Hadley frowned.

  “It seems I have a better memory for details than you do. I’ll have to get you a calendar and mark down whatever I think you need to remember.”

  Hadley nodded, apparently entirely on automatic.

  Rawlings ruffled his hair as he finally stepped away and turned them toward the real world.

  “Come on, let’s get you back to the main house.” He smiled as he led the constable to his clothes. They weren’t going to be on for long. And this time, he had no intention of walking away from the bed he settled the sleepy submissive into.

  About the Author

  26 years old, from Wales, UK, Kim writes about kink, love and happy endings. If a story doesn’t have those three things, it’s not going to be written—at least not by this writer!

  Apart from that, Kim likes to write a little bit of everything. So far that list includes Male/Male, Male/Female, a few different varies of ménage, shifters, vampires, fairytales, time-travel and ghosts. It’s anyone’s guess what will come next…

  A firm believer that there is no “One True Way” for people to kink, Kim likes to let the characters in each book pick their own ways to dominate and submit to each other. As long as they stay safe, sane and consensual—Kim’s happy to let them live their lifestyle 24/7, or just open the toy box on weekends—whatever’s right for them.

  Published since 2008, Kim also writes BDSM erotic romances for Total-e-bound.

  You can catch up with Kim at www.kimdare.com or by e-mailing kim@kimdare.com.

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