Caressing his abs and going back to teasing the sensitive crease, I loved the way he writhed and chased the pleasure. When the words finally came out, they were tinged with need, but the embarrassment that had felt so wrong before was gone. He might still be nervous, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by fears of my reaction.
“I like being edged and sucked off but not allowed to come.”
“Good boy.” I inched my hand closer to his cock, rewarding the answer with a new touch. “I’m going to love getting you all wound up and then making you wait. I can keep you frustrated and needy all weekend, making my sexy boy stay naked and hard for me. Would you like that?”
We both knew the answer to that, but his nod and needy whimper let me get closer to his reward. Running my fingers through the coarse hair that surrounded the base of his dick, I loved the desperate little sounds that escaped him.
“Tell me more, Pet. What else did you want?”
When my fingers skimmed around the root of his cock, barely touching him, he gasped out the next fantasy, willing to tell me anything to get the touch he craved. “I want to suck your cock. I want to feel it slide in my mouth and deep in my throat.”
“Good boy.” Taking his thick, perfectly sculpted cock in my hand, I wrapped my fingers around his length and started giving him long strokes as he shook.
“Yes…Sir…yes…oooh…” His words turned to moans and gasps of pleasure as my palm caressed the head of his cock.
“Have you ever sucked on a dick and felt the weight slide in your mouth?” Giving his erection a hard caress, I watched as his head fell back, and he moaned long and deep. Handling him roughly, I loved his honest responses.
“No, she didn’t let anyone else go inside me like that. They could just touch me and suck on me.” Something about the way he gasped out the words made me think.
“She went inside you though, didn’t she? That was just for her. Sliding something long and thick inside your tight hole…I bet you liked that, didn’t you, Pet?” I didn’t mind bottoming, but toys didn’t really do anything for me, not like that at least.
“Yessss…” He drew the word out and nearly begged for more as my hand slowed down.
Smiling, I made an approving sound and started going a little faster. It wasn’t as much as he wanted, though. “Good boy. Tell me more. I know there are other wicked things you want just rolling around in your head. What else do you fantasize about?”
Shivers raced through him and thinking seemed to be hard, but instead of letting up on his dick, I prompted him with words. I didn’t have any desire to let go of my boy. “Tell me what else you want. You’ve been fantasizing about submitting and feeling the painful pleasure that only your Dom could give you. Come on, don’t make me punish you, naughty boy. I want to be able to reward you tonight. Other times, I’m going to have fun punishing you, though.”
Whatever he was going to say was lost as he moaned. So fuckin’ perfect. “You like knowing you’re going to be tormented and punished just because I want to, don’t you? Such a wicked sub.”
Eventually, he managed to force the words out. They were filled with desperation and need, but also an honesty that cut through my remaining doubts. “I want to suck your cock and learn how to please you, and I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.” He rambled on about how incredible it would feel and how he wanted to know what it was like…how I would feel inside him.
I wasn’t going to completely discount the idea of toys. I liked the image in my head of his body clenching around a long, hard plug or stretched as he had to fuck himself slowly on a dildo. Reece might not have had a Dom or a serious boyfriend, but there was no doubt he knew what he wanted.
And I wanted to give it to him.
Tightening my grip on his dick, I went faster and pushed him closer to the edge, keeping him there while I watched the pleasure push against him. “You want to suck my cock and learn how to please me…learn how to please your Dom, your master? Let me hear you say it. Then I’ll let you come. Let me hear what you want…surrender to me, my needy boy.”
His body clenched and tightened, and he cried out, almost exploding, but barely managing to hold it back. “Please…yes…Master…yes…yours…please…” The rest of the words were a jumbled rambling mess that weren’t quiet sentences but pleas for more and to be taken…used…
He was incredible. Beautiful. And I would have missed all of it because I was too fucking scared to open up and ask simple questions. Never again.
“Come.”
One more firm tug on his cock and my sexy sub exploded, the rough handling and need too much once he had permission. As waves of sensation and desire flooded through him, he reached for my arm, holding me tight. “That’s it, my beautiful boy, show me how good it feels.”
As the last of the pleasure faded, I relaxed my hold and just teased his dick, loving the way he jerked against the sensation when it was almost too much. He lay there in my arms, content and relaxed, no panic, no fear.
My confident, determined, sexy submissive.
Mine.
Chapter 14
Reece
Everything had changed. Lying in his arms, the worry was gone and nothing else mattered. There would be conversations about what we wanted and discussions on limits, but those could wait. At that moment, all I wanted to do was cuddle as close as I could to him with his strong body wrapped around mine.
I’d never been so grateful I was short. Too much taller, and it would have been awkward on his lap, but instead, it was wonderful. The heat from him, the rough feel of his clothes as they rubbed against my skin, the way his touch gave me a constant reminder that I was naked and he wasn’t.
It’d been so long since I’d been able to let everything go, and it had been better than I’d dreamed. I hadn’t been waiting for him long enough to get stiff—well, not my legs anyway—but between the worry being lifted and then the pleasure, I felt lighter than I had in months—but still worn out and well used.
If that was how I felt when he’d only jerked me off, I couldn’t wait to see what happened when he got creative. His hand finally released my cock, but his touch only left me long enough to grab a tissue from the end table, and then he was back to me, carefully cleaning his hand and some of the cum that was streaked across my chest.
When I was as neat as he could get me, his fingers moved back to caress my overly sensitive length, then trailed over my hip and up my chest, tracing random patterns and circles on my skin. I couldn’t help but jump and make little noises every time his touch went back to my dick, but he just made low chuckling sounds.
“Tell me your safeword, Pet.” The wicked smile in his voice made my toes curl. He liked seeing me jump, and playing with my still-sensitive cock clearly turned him on. The evidence of that was pressed against my leg, hard and long.
I refused to feel embarrassed about my safeword; it was a good one. “Sith.”
Houston laughed but didn’t stop touching me. “So, you’re not just a computer expert but a geek as well?”
I squirmed as his gentle fingers stroked my cock and tried to smile. “Of course.”
“Good to know. Remember your safeword, Pet.” His touch changed slightly, a little more pressure, rougher. And even though it wasn’t much of a difference, it made me gasp, and I fought the urge to squirm. It didn’t exactly hurt; it was like sparks shooting up through me. Part of me wanted to pull away, but an even bigger part wanted to lay there and whine, letting my Dom do whatever he wanted.
It’d been so goddamned long. Too long, the submissive inside me chimed, basking in the almost-pain that Houston wanted us to endure for him. So. Fuckin’. Hot.
“If this is sensitive, think about how it’s going to feel when I make you come twice in a row and then wrap your dick in a nice cock ring, keeping you soft for me. You’re going to make the prettiest noises as I play with you, Pet. I can’t wait.” His rough voice rolled through me and made every nerve more responsive.
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bsp; He continued caressing my cock, smiling with every little sound that escaped me. “I’m going to make you have your first orgasm by teasing those sensitive nipples of yours, and then your cock, just enough to push you over the edge. Next, I’m going to stretch you out and spread your legs, making you come again with my fingers deep inside you and maybe even my tongue, if you’ve been a very good boy, Pet. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Even if your body,” he pulled at my half-hard dick, making my toes curl and a whine escape, “is tender, you’re going to want my mouth on you, won’t you, Pet?”
The images he was putting in my head were naughty and beautiful. He’d make me come over and over, and then he’d revel in playing with my body while I was overly sensitive, probably unable to decide if I wanted him to stop or if I wanted more.
But it wasn’t going to be up to me.
One finger dipped down from my cock and teased over my balls, hinting at what he was going to do one day, where he was going to kiss me. “You’ll be begging and squirming, knowing it’s not up to you but wanting it, anyway. And once you come, that tight hole clenched around my fingers and wet from my mouth, I’m going to wrap the ring around you, and then the real fun begins.”
He lightly brushed over the sensitive muscles, and I moaned, my legs falling even more open. Houston gave a low chuckle and let his finger circle over my opening, but he didn’t try to enter me. With no lube, I should have been grateful, but I was mostly needy and disappointed.
“Not yet, Pet. We need to talk about limits and work some things out before I fuck your sexy body. And that’s what you want, isn’t it? To feel me slide into you and take you—to make you mine?” He wasn’t going to be some weekend Dom who just played around in the bedroom. No, the possession in his voice said he was going to take as much as I was willing to give him.
“Yes.” The word burst out before the last remaining cautious parts of my brain could step in.
Fuck, who was I trying to kid, I didn’t want careful or just playing once in a while. I wanted everything. I wanted to be bent over the couch, spanked and punished for coming home late and not calling. I wanted to be at his mercy when I worked too long and didn’t set boundaries at work. I wanted rules and pleasure and pain. “I want to be yours, Sir.”
His hand tightened on my still-sensitive shaft, and I arched up into his grip, gasping at the sensation. His response was another low chuckle, but his voice was thick with something deeper than just enjoyment. “I’m going to make you mine then, Pet.”
I knew my sexy, nearly OCD roommate was still there, but he was also finally letting me see the other part of him. The part he’d kept hidden, and from what Jake had said, seemed to have pushed away. Had he been afraid that this part of himself would scare me off?
Maybe if I’d been new to the scene. Maybe if I hadn’t already known who I was and what I needed. When I’d first stumbled onto everything, he would have been overwhelming as hell. Just the look in his eyes alone would have sent me running. But as I sat curled up in his lap, letting the beautiful almost-pain wash over me, there wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
“Please, Master.” I had no idea what I was begging for. Stopping his touch wasn’t my goal, but begging for more seemed stupid. The way my nerves were firing was short-circuiting my brain, and I couldn’t manage anything else.
I felt Houston’s cock jerk under me, and I knew how much he loved my pleas. I had vivid images flashing through my head of being tied down while he pushed me right to the edge. He was going to drive me crazy. Just with the best, naughtiest possible definition.
“We’re going to have our talk first, Pet.” His hand gradually relaxed. I could finally think as he released my dick, but relaxing against him, I missed his touch immediately. “Go over and put your hands on the coffee table, but keep your legs straight and that ass out. I’m going to grab a few things before we have our talk.”
He gave my ass a pat as I tried to make my legs work enough to get off his lap. The room was suddenly cooler without his touch, but knowing I was going to be on display for him was quickly warming me up again.
The smooth wood was cool against my hands, and I stretched out my legs, arching my back. I wanted him to know I would do my best to follow his instructions. “Very good, Pet. But move your legs apart a bit more, that’s right. Beautiful.”
I could hear him moving as he stood and started walking around the room. “Wait just like that for me.”
“Yes, Master.” I closed my eyes and let the pleasure from the words wash over me. I was still nervous, and I knew there was a lot that could still go wrong, but I wanted it. I wanted the peace and the pleasure that came from knowing I didn’t have to do anything but what my master said.
Everything was simple and perfect. Houston was in charge. It was relaxing, but it also gave me a purpose beyond work and friends. I’d missed the simple act of waiting. As I’d knelt on the floor, waiting for him to walk through the door, I’d been nervous, but there’d also been a calm that had settled over me. Especially when he’d walked in the door and had known immediately what I was trying to show him.
And nothing I’d told him had scared him off.
There’d been no lecture about bi just being a label for a guy who couldn’t admit he was gay, and no freaking out because of course being bi meant I couldn’t settle down with just one person. And thank fuck, no losing his marbles about anything I’d already done. People’s idea of BDSM could be so rigid that the idea of my previous mistress giving me to someone else would have made them incredibly uncomfortable.
Houston had just taken everything in stride and wanted to know how I’d felt about it. That was it.
“Someone’s not waiting very patiently; I think your mind’s started to wander.” Houston’s voice made me jump, and I fought to be still.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Deciding that being honest might get me some points, I continued, “I was thinking about you.”
His hand gripped my ass and started kneading one cheek. He made a low hum, but I couldn’t decide if it was in pleasure or if he was just thinking. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to butter me up or not, Pet, but I think a little reminder about being a good boy for me is in order.”
Thank fuck.
The squeeze of his hand let me know what he was thinking. My head dropped lower and a shiver of excitement raced up my spine. My words were needy and tinged with desperation. There was no way to hide how much I wanted it. “I’m sorry, Master. Please help me be good for you.”
Please spank me.
Please.
Even just a little.
I wanted the heat racing through me, and I wanted to feel his touch and know he was marking me as his. Yes, it’d been too long since I’d been bent over like this, but it was the last couple of days living with him that had pushed me to the edge so quickly.
The constant unknown had been incredibly stressful, and wanting him but knowing I couldn’t have the fantasies running through my head had been wearing. When what I wanted was right in front of me, and so close I could almost taste it, exhaustion had been a constant companion.
I’d slow down and think eventually, that was inevitable. But for that moment, I was just going to enjoy it. Nothing I’d seen in Houston made me uneasy or wary. It might not work out or we could end up needing different things, but he wasn’t someone I wanted to run from.
The flash of pain that went through me as his hand came down the first time quickly turned to heat and desire. I couldn’t hold back the desperate moan that broke out of me. Houston gave a low laugh, and his hand struck my ass again on the opposite cheek.
“This is what you need, isn’t it? You’re going to look so good with my marks on your ass. You’re going to remember me every time you sit down for a while, aren’t you?” I could hear the wicked smile in his voice, and I knew how much he loved it.
“Yes, Master.” I did my best to push the words out clearly, but between the desire and the heat, it was hard to concentr
ate.
He peppered my ass with his hand, spreading the smacks over the entire surface but making sure to get the sensitive seat just above my legs. I would probably ache tomorrow; it wasn’t enough to actually hurt, that wasn’t the point, but I would feel it in every movement, even after the marks had faded.
“Such a sexy ass, made for spanking.” Houston paused long enough to run his fingers over my skin, sending shivers through me. My cock was already half-hard, even though I’d just come, but it felt too good not to respond.
When his fingers trailed over the crack in my ass and over my hole, I moaned again. He laughed, and I got a rough squeeze of one cheek before he went back to exploring my body. Everything was sensitive and every nerve on edge, so the lightest flicker of his finger sent waves of pleasure through me.
I fought to stay still, but low sounds escaped and my legs shook from the effort. I got one last pat to my ass, and he moved away from me. “Spread your legs wider, Pet. I have something here that’s going to make sure we have a very productive conversation.”
Shit.
Forcing my feet to move, leaving me open to his gaze, I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to stay still. Curiosity was warring with the need to be good for him, and I wasn’t sure which would win.
The sound that came from behind me was unmistakable—lube.
The pop of the top, the perfectly dirty sound as he squirted it out. I tried to relax, but I was too excited, too worked up to make my muscles listen. One slick finger circled around my tight pucker, and I felt his other hand cup my ass, rubbing slowly over the still-heated skin.
“You look so incredible like this. I could keep going, and I think you could too. But I have some questions for you. We’re going to talk about limits, and I’m going to figure out exactly what you need.” His words should have been easy and almost sweet, but they were heated and filled with need.
When his finger finally pushed gently against my opening, I fought to relax and let him in. I wanted this. I wanted him. I’d been fantasizing about him for days and about being taken like that for a lot longer. I wanted to beg him to go faster, but I knew that would be stupid. That would just ensure I’d have to wait longer.
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