Dom of Ages

by K. C. Wells

  “Wow.” Phillip reminded me of me, neither of us willing to pass up on something we really wanted, both of us seemingly scared to let go when we’d found it.

  “I was flattered that this dashing man had taken a liking to me, and I said I’d love to. He waited in the restaurant bar until I’d finished work, and then he took me home. We made love that night lying in front of a fireplace.” Jarod’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes sparkling. “That night was my first time. When he found out I hadn’t been with anyone yet, he smiled and kissed me, and promised he would make it something to remember.”

  “And did he?” I loved the expression on Jarod’s face, lost in a sweet memory.

  He gave a shy smile. “He did. The next morning we woke up and made love again. Then I told him I needed to get home. He almost begged to see me again, but by that time he was already under my skin, and I couldn’t deny him.”

  For a moment there was a burning in my chest as I contemplated the almost instantaneous connection that had taken place between Jarod and Phillip. How I’d ached to meet someone and have that kind of reaction between us. I pushed aside the pang of jealousy. After all, Jarod was mine now, and we were about to begin our journey together.

  Jarod gazed at the rug in front of the couch. “He taught me ways to please him, which included using some light bondage. I never realized how slowly he introduced me to what he liked, but we found that I enjoyed it too. It seemed that he couldn’t get enough of me, and honestly, I would never have enough of him.” Jarod gave a quiet laugh. “I think I fell in love with him when he uttered that corny dessert line.”

  I could hear the love in his voice for Phillip. It made my heart ache for his loss.

  “One night turned to two, then a few weeks, and finally, one month after we met, he told me he didn’t want to share me with anyone, and he asked me to move in with him. He told me he would take care of me, if I would take care of him. I went home to talk to Mum, because I couldn’t think about leaving her alone. She clutched me to her chest, crying what she described as tears of joy, and said I must follow my heart. I did, and I never once regretted it.”

  When he stopped speaking, my throat was tight. It wasn’t unheard of that a couple would devote themselves to one another the way that Jarod and Phillip did, but for twenty-four years?

  “He must have loved you very much,” I said finally.

  “He did. But he was still my master, and even after we were together all those years, I would be punished if I broke one of his rules. Even then, he still showed me he cared. I was sent to my room one night after… I forget what. He sat on my bed and asked me if I understood why I was being punished. Of course I did. Then he pulled the covers to my chin and lay down beside me. I was confused and asked him why. He said I was being punished, but he didn’t see why he should be too. Eventually he got up and left the room. Even though it hurt to be away from him, I knew he still thought of me as his boy.”

  “I envy him,” I said. “To find the one person you will be with for the rest of your life is a rare gift.”

  “It wasn’t long enough,” he whispered harshly, as he told me the circumstances of Phillip’s death.

  “Hey, come here.” I pulled him to me, putting my arm around him. “It wasn’t as if he went out intending never to come home. If he had saved himself and forgotten about the others, he knew he wouldn’t be the man you loved. And he did love you, I can tell.”

  Jarod rested his head on my chest. “He’s never coming home.” His voice shook as if the realization had finally sunk in.

  My heart went out to him. “No, pet, he’s not. But he would be so proud of you, just like I am.” I tightened my arm around him.

  He lifted his chin and met my gaze. “You are?”

  I nodded. “You’re an incredibly strong person. It hurt to go on, but you did it. And now you’re ready to embark on a new journey, hopefully with me.”

  He clutched my hand and held it for several moments. “I’d like that,” he finally said.

  “I’m glad.” I cupped his cheek and turned his face toward mine. Our gazes locked. Jarod’s breath caught, and he gave the slightest nod before I pressed my lips to his and kissed him, breathing him in. Then we parted, and he leaned once more into me, only this time he snuggled up to me.

  I picked up the remote from the coffee table. “Shall we see what’s on?”

  I felt rather than saw his nod. We settled down to watch a comedy show, and soon both of us were chuckling, our bodies shaking with mirth.

  It was a good end to our first day.

  Jarod

  I WENT up the stairs and into my room to get ready for bed. Downstairs I could hear Eli switching off lights and closing doors, then checking the front door was locked. There followed the sound of Eli’s feet on the stairs. He appeared in the doorway, watching me as I undressed down to my briefs.

  “Pet? I’d like it if you slept in my bed tonight.”

  For a moment I was unsure of how to react. Did he mean just to sleep, or was it a precursor to sex?

  Eli smiled. “And just sleep. For the time being, anyway.” His eyes twinkled, and my cheeks grew hot. “That okay?”

  I realized with those two words that he wasn’t saying it was a done deal: he was asking me if it was all right. The thought of spending the night in his arms sent a rush of warmth through me.

  I’ve really missed that.

  “Yes, Sir, that’s more than okay.”

  He beamed. “Then get your arse into that bed,” he said with a gleeful expression, before disappearing into the bathroom.

  Eli’s good mood was infectious. I was still smiling to myself as I climbed under his soft sheets for the second time in twenty-four hours.

  “By the way, I sleep in the nude,” he called from the bathroom. “And when you’re in my bed, so do you.”

  I’d always slept naked with Master Phillip, so that was nothing new. So why did the thought of having Eli’s nude body next to mine send shivers tripping along my spine? I reached under the sheets and slipped off my briefs, depositing them on the floor next to the bed.

  The bathroom door opened, and Eli entered the room. He stood at the foot of the bed, regarding me in silence. I wondered what he was thinking.

  Then he smiled. “You look good in my bed, pet.”

  The admission made me feel really good.

  Slowly he began to undress, pulling his T-shirt up and over his head, revealing his remarkable body. It was a slow, sensuous striptease. Tattoos adorned each arm, adding to the masculine image he exuded. He pulled off his belt and lowered his trousers and underwear. His cock was thick and long.

  The warmth I’d experienced suddenly flared into heat. It had been a while since I’d felt the strong pull of desire, but the sight of Eli had my dick hardening beneath the sheets. I watched him come around the bed and pull back the covers to climb in next to me. A sudden rush of shyness flooded through me, sending a hot flush that I could feel spreading from my chest, creeping up my neck until my face felt as if it were on fire.

  Eli switched off the lamp, and the room became dark once again. I was aware of his body heat as he drew closer, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into him. He curled up around me, his breath hot on my back and neck, that firm body pressed up against mine.

  “Go to sleep, pet. I’ve got you.”

  His words made me feel incredibly safe, and comforted by the feel of those strong arms around me, I fell asleep.

  Eli

  “HOW LONG have you been a Dom, Sir?”

  The question caught me off guard. We’d gone for a walk in Heaton Park. Wednesday had been sunny and warmer than in recent weeks, and I’d made the suggestion to see how Jarod reacted. I didn’t want him to associate the park with his suicide attempt, not when it emerged during conversation that the place had been important to him and Phillip. I felt it important to get him back there. To my relief, he agreed.

  We were strolling around the boating lake, although all th
e boats were safely stored somewhere else. There were people walking slowly along the paths, enjoying the unexpected sunshine.

  “I started going to a BDSM club a number of years ago,” I told him as we walked. “There was a very experienced Dom, Derek, who was training me.” Not that I’d gotten as far as I wanted with my training, but that had been taken out of my hands. “Unfortunately, circumstances changed and the training came to a halt.”

  “Why? What happened?”

  I smiled. “Derek fell in love.” That was an understatement. He’d found himself a sub who simply doted on him. It was seeing their relationship that had made me ultimately decide I wanted what they had.

  “That’s good, isn’t it?” Jarod asked me.

  I shrugged. “Yes and no.” When Jarod regarded me, his brow furrowed, I sighed. “I saw what they had, and I thought, yeah, I want that. So when I saw you, I acted rashly. I thought it would all fall into place, just as it had for Derek.” I gave a half smile. “Just goes to show, you should always think before you act.”

  “But it all worked out for the best, didn’t it?” he asked, his face pink.

  I took a glance around and slipped my hand around his. “Yes, pet, it did.” I loved the way his face lit up, how his hand felt in mine.

  Yeah, things were working out nicely.

  I knew deep down I was a romantic person, but up till that point I hadn’t let myself be with Jarod. Watching his reaction to such a simple display of affection made me resolve to let out more of that side of my nature. I’d enjoyed sharing a kiss or two with him, cuddling on the couch, snuggling under the covers in bed. We were learning each other, taking our time.

  It was right. It was good. And I wanted more.

  Chapter Ten

  Eli

  I WOKE up and stretched. Not having to get up at stupid o’clock was definitely a luxury, and I still had just over a week to go before I had to be back at work. The bed was comfy, and I had a nice morning erection to play with. It took a moment for me to register that something, or rather, someone, was missing. I glanced at the clock: six thirty. What is he doing up?

  The morning air was cool, so I pulled on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt before sneaking down the stairs to peer into the kitchen as quietly as I could. Jarod was standing with his back to me, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. He was whisking up eggs. I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The table was set, his pillow on the floor by my chair. I was awed by how happy he seemed. He was humming to himself as he moved gracefully around the kitchen, grabbing milk from the fridge, separating the strips of bacon on the chopping board, slicing mushrooms. I recalled mentioning to him that one of these days we should have a proper cooked breakfast. Bless him, Jarod was including all my favorites.

  Then he saw me and froze. His eyes dropped immediately. He put the bowl onto the counter, then went to his knees.

  “Did… did I wake you, Sir?” he said in a low voice.

  I stepped into the kitchen and went over to where he knelt. I ran my fingers through his hair, liking the way his eyes closed, the little noise of satisfaction that escaped his lips. “No, pet. I wanted to watch you.” I surveyed the worktops. “I never realized how much work you put into my breakfast.”

  Jarod cocked his head. “Work? This isn’t work, Sir. This is how I take care of you. It’s what I want.”

  My chest felt tight. Once again I was humbled by him and his service. “Will breakfast take long?”

  He smiled. “I wasn’t going to start cooking until you were up, Sir. I was just making sure everything was ready.” He slowly raised his head, his eyes widening slightly when his gaze passed over my morning wood, clearly visible as it strained against the soft cotton boxers. That smile widened. “Did you need me to do something else first?” I wasn’t imagining the twinkle in those eyes, nor the quick dart of his tongue to lick his lips.

  And I wanted what those lips promised. Why not? There had to be a first time, and Jarod seemed willing. I reached into my underwear and pulled out my stiff cock.

  “Seeing as you’ve worked so hard, you deserve a reward for your efforts,” I said with a grin, holding my cock around the base and pumping it slowly.

  His eyes went dark as he stared at my dick. “Oh, I definitely deserve a reward, Sir.” He leaned closer to run his tongue over the head, before sucking it into his mouth.

  It felt glorious. I closed my eyes and focused on the amazing feeling as he sucked hard on the head, flicking the glans with his tongue. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, pet.” When he moved closer, his lips sliding lower along my length, I gave a small thrust of my hips, and he took me all the way down.

  “Yes, pet,” I hissed. “Take care of my needs.” I grabbed a handful of hair and pumped into his mouth with long strokes. His cheeks hollowed out, the suction intense. Then the intensity went up a notch when he swallowed.

  “So good,” I grunted, burying myself in his throat. My balls drew up, high and tight, and something zapped down my spine and straight along my dick. It was embarrassing how quickly he brought me off, swallowing everything I gave him. I backed off, chest heaving, while he cleaned my cock with his tongue. “That was a very good way to start the morning.”

  Jarod licked his lips and smiled in agreement. I saw his pants tenting and a large wet spot on the dark fabric. “Stroke yourself, Jarod.”

  His hands fumbled inside his sweatpants, and he freed his cock, already hard and wet-tipped. He began to pull furiously at his dick.

  “No,” I snapped. He moved his hands away, a look of confusion on his face. I dropped my underwear, letting the cotton pool around my ankles. I stepped forward and pushed my balls into his face. “I want you to pleasure me while you do this.”

  Jarod gazed up at me with a grin. “Yes, Sir.” He licked my balls, popping one into his mouth, then the other, laving them both. The wet heat surrounding them was just about perfect. Even though I had already come, my cock twitched and began to fill. Jarod took his time, humming as his mouth touched every part of my groin, his hand running languorously over his smooth shaft.

  “You’re good at this,” I acknowledged. I let out a low moan when he ran a finger over the saliva-coated sac and then reached between my legs, aiming for my hole.

  Oh hell, yes.

  I spread my legs, giving him greater access, and he rubbed his finger over my pucker, pushing at the tight ring while he sucked gently on my balls. I groaned, glancing downward to watch his hand work his own shaft, the skin covering the head tight, precome beading at the slit. Jarod moaned around my sac, his hand moving faster, and I knew he was close. And when he slowly sank his finger into my arse and crooked it, rubbing over my gland, I knew he wasn’t the only one.

  “Come for me, pet.”

  I pressed Jarod’s face into my crotch and watched as he shot. Thick streams of come spurted onto the linoleum, and his cries rang out, muffled by my cock.

  It was more than enough to have me shooting another load. I held on to his shoulders, my body shaking, dick spurting out its last drips into his hair. Shudders rippled through him as he squeezed his length, the last drop clinging to the end of his cock. Slowly he eased his finger out of me, my body clinging to him, unwilling to let him go.

  It took a few moments for him to collect himself.

  I straightened, pulling up my boxers. “I think I’ll have my shower before breakfast,” I informed him. I pointed to the lino. “Clean that, and I’ll be down shortly. And Jarod?”

  “Yes, Sir?” he croaked out, his breathing still erratic. He looked adorable, kneeling there with spots of come in his hair.

  I grinned. “Good morning.”

  He returned my grin. “It is, Sir. One of the best.”

  Jarod

  IT HAD been one of the nicest evenings I’d experienced for a long, long time.

  When Eli had suggested watching a DVD, with a bowl of popcorn and me snuggled up next to him on the couch, I’d thought it a pleasant enough idea. But the reality
had been far more enjoyable.

  We watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. The film was fun, something I’d recalled watching as a teenager. When Eli had told me it was one of his favorites, that made it even more special. He’d stretched out on that wide couch, his arm held out for me to join him. There was room enough for us both to lie down, my head resting against his shoulder, my back pressed up against his front. The coffee table had been pulled closer, the bowl of popcorn standing on it, and we’d helped ourselves. Eli had wanted to feed it to me, only he couldn’t see what he was doing, lying as he was, behind me. Of course, there’d been the moment when he tried to put a piece into my mouth and had missed, narrowly avoiding stuffing it up my nose. I’d joked that I couldn’t see nose popcorn catching on.

  I was comfortable, his arm draped over me, his warmth surrounding me.

  More than that. I was happy.

  The film came to an end, and Eli switched off the DVD player and TV. He dropped the remote onto the coffee table and then sank back into the couch, pulling me tight against him. “That was good.”

  I had to agree. The whole day had been good, as far as I was concerned. I certainly hadn’t expected it to start with a blowjob. The memory of me kneeling in front of him, his dick bumping the back of my throat, sent heat racing through me.

  Eli chuckled. “What on earth are you thinking about? You’re wriggling.”

  Now that was embarrassing. I was glad he couldn’t see my face; it must have been bright red. “I… I was thinking about this morning. In the kitchen,” I added. As if it needed clarification.

  Eli nuzzled my neck, his lips warm and soft. “I take it you enjoyed the blowjob?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Although enjoyed was far too weak a word. It had been a long while since I’d had my mouth around a nice, thick cock.

  “Me too,” he whispered into my ear. “In fact, I’m thinking it was such a good way to start my day, we should make it a habit. What do you think?” He laughed softly. “Every morning to begin with my dick in your mouth.”