Serving Him

by L. M. Somerton

  Lorcan chose to sit in an armchair in the corner of the room while Rowan removed his clothes. The room was lit by a single lamp, the light catching on Rowan’s shirt buttons and the golden highlights in his hair, holding Lorcan’s attention until Rowan began to undress. He took off the shirt first, sliding each button free with shaking fingers. From the flush on his cheekbones, Lorcan guessed the tremors came from excitement rather than nerves. Rowan folded his shirt, placing it on the bed, and Lorcan had a chance to admire his sleek torso and lightly defined muscles. His dark nipples, which had been visible through the fabric of his shirt, were already peaked. Lorcan could picture them adorned with gold rings, perfect for tugging on.

  “Have you ever thought about getting some piercings?” he asked. Rowan’s fingers strayed toward his chest but he didn’t touch.

  “I don’t think I’m brave enough, Sir.”

  “Oh, you are. Just think how much fun we would have if I could tug on those sensitive little nubs. I’d decorate your body for my pleasure. Another ring through that tender spot just behind your balls would be perfect.”

  Rowan’s eyes widened. “I…” He moved his legs closer together, placing a splayed hand over his leather-covered crotch.

  Lorcan chuckled. “Don’t worry, I don’t have a piercing kit hidden in my back pocket. You’re safe for now.”

  Rowan’s ragged sigh of relief amused Lorcan no end and when Rowan removed his trousers, his erection told Lorcan that he might not be quite as averse to the idea as he pretended. Lorcan filed the information away for future reference.

  “Display position.” Lorcan snapped out the order. He waited until Rowan stood with his fingers laced behind his head, legs spread, before rising from his chair. Unadorned in any way, Rowan was a canvas ready to be painted with Lorcan’s marks, decorated with symbols of his ownership. He buckled a stiff leather collar around Rowan’s neck, checking the fit to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

  “You’ll have to keep your head up wearing this. It’s called a posture collar. I found it in the dungeon. It looks good on you.”

  Rowan nibbled on his lower lip, shifting his stance a little. His cock bobbed. Lorcan wrapped his hand around the warm shaft.

  “This is mine.” The words came out in a growl. “For tonight and until the end of my stay, you belong to me, Rowan. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I understand, Sir.”

  Lorcan stroked Rowan’s smooth skin from shoulder to hip, claiming possession of his body. He dragged a finger between plump ass cheeks, grazing Rowan’s hole.

  “I really noticed the noise in London today,” Lorcan remarked. “It’s constant, a kind of rumbling that never goes away. There is noise here, too, of course, but it’s gentler and inside, the silence in the house wraps around me like a blanket. I’ve craved quiet for so long.”

  He tapped Rowan’s arms, encouraging him to lower them to his sides, then pressed close to his back. He enclosed Rowan in a cage of his arms, placing one hand, fingers splayed, across his flat belly. He was taller than Rowan with a heavier frame—it gave him a sense of power, knowing that he was stronger.

  “I’m going to gag you this evening. Maintain the silence.” He moved his hand toward Rowan’s groin, pleased to feel smooth skin beneath his fingertips. “You shaved for me.”

  “Yes, Sir. It’s more comfortable than stubble. I kind of like the way it feels.”

  “Me too.” Lorcan indulged himself with some groping. He squeezed Rowan’s rigid shaft, then his heavy balls. “You don’t have permission to come.”

  Rowan’s anguished squeak sent a thrill of sadistic pleasure down Lorcan’s spine.

  “I think we should try out some of the treats this room has to offer, don’t you? Go and straddle the clothes stand. I think that will keep you focused while I pick out a gag.” He gave Rowan’s ass a pat.

  Rowan walked slowly over to the saddle stand. He had to go up on his tiptoes to get into position with one leg on either side of the stand. Lorcan arranged him so that his balls rested on the apex of the wood, which also nestled between Rowan’s ass cheeks. If he stayed on his toes, the pressure wouldn’t be too bad, but if he placed his feet flat on the ground the wood would dig into his tender parts. Rowan rested his hands on the wood front of him, balancing his weight. Lorcan frowned. He went to the toy chest and found a length of rawhide.

  “Hands behind your back, Rowan.” He bound Rowan’s wrists together then tied the loose end of the rawhide to the back of his collar, so that his hands rested mid back, his elbows bent. There was no way Rowan could now use them to alleviate his predicament.

  “Much better.” Lorcan watched as Rowan struggled to maintain a position that didn’t cause him too much discomfort. Sooner or later he’d be forced to stand flat. Lorcan wondered if the pain would make him come. He imagined it might.

  He returned to the toy chest and pulled out a selection of gags. He wasn’t particularly fond of drool, so rejected the bigger ball gags. There were two options that appealed to him. One was a leather contraption that would cover the bottom half of Rowan’s face and buckle at the front. Inside the padded leather, a bulbous rubber piece would fill Rowan’s mouth. The second was a bit gag but because it looked to be more uncomfortable, Lorcan opted for the first one. Rowan would be wearing it for a while.

  Lorcan fitted the gag while Rowan struggled to maintain his balance. When Lorcan tightened the buckle across his face, Rowan lost his fight. His feet went flat and he moaned into the leather as the wooden ridge pressed into his balls and arse. He tried to rise onto his toes again but his legs were shaking and he failed. Lorcan looked him straight in the eye and smiled.

  “Shake your head if you want to use your safe word.”

  Rowan’s erection hadn’t flagged and the gleam of pre-cum gave away how close he was to disobedience. Lorcan’s sense of satisfaction deepened. He took the chair that sat next to a low table and dragged it to the center of the room, positioning it in Rowan’s line of sight. He remembered this toy well because it featured on The Retreat’s internet site. He flipped the seat over, revealing the fixed dildo, then locked it into place. A thick coating of lube made the black silicon glisten. Lorcan cleaned his hands then made sure he had enough straps to bind Rowan in place.

  “I think I’m ready.” He released Rowan’s hands then helped him shuffled backward until he was free of the saddle stand. Rowan’s eyes glittered and behind the gag he made the sweetest whimpering noises.

  “Onto the bed, Rowan,” Lorcan ordered. He pressed the jar of lube into Rowan’s hand. “Get yourself ready for the chair.”

  Rowan crawled onto the bed. He stayed on his knees while he slicked two fingers then pressed them into his ass. His muffled moans made Lorcan’s cock ache. Watching Rowan prepare himself was the best kind of show.

  “That’s enough.” Lorcan extended a hand and helped Rowan off the bed. He led him to the chair. “Take a seat.”

  In gradual increments, Rowan lowered himself onto the glistening dildo. His eyes widened as the sizeable toy penetrated his channel. By the time he was fully seated, his eyes were squeezed closed.

  “Remember,” Lorcan said. “Shake your head if you want this to end. Look at me, Rowan.”

  Rowan opened his eyes, holding himself absolutely still as if not wanting to risk Lorcan misinterpreting a movement as a wish to stop.

  Lorcan used a series of buckled straps to bind Rowan to the chair. They went around his ankles and calves, his waist and chest. His arms were pulled back behind the chair then tied together using the rawhide thong. Lorcan wished he had a camera to take a picture of the image he had created. Knowing that Rowan was impaled by the dildo, even though it couldn’t be seen, kept him hard as steel. He stripped, relishing the cool air against his skin. His self-control was fading but he was determined not to come until Rowan’s ass was available to him.

  He fetched a small crop from the toy box. It was flexible, with a stiff square of leather on the end. He slapped it against his
thigh, the sharp sting heightening his senses.

  “I wonder how many blows you can take without coming.”

  Lorcan flicked his wrist, and the crop caught Rowan’s left nipple. He concentrated the next few blows in the same spot then moved to the other side of Rowan’s chest. Pink bloomed across his pale skin. Lorcan aimed the crop at Rowan’s abs, then his thighs and calves. He saved the best target for last. As the first smack hit Rowan’s cock, he came, muscles straining against every strap. Lorcan tapped his balls lightly, making him spasm again and again until he was drained. Rowan’s head dropped as far as it could in the punishing collar, his skin gleaming with perspiration. Slowly, Lorcan released him from bondage. He lifted Rowan from the chair, scooping his limp body into his arms, before carrying him to the bed. Once Rowan was safely horizontal, Lorcan removed the gag and the collar.

  “Sir…” Rowan’s voice was little more than a croak. “Please, hold me.”

  “Water first.” Lorcan fetched a bottle from the fridge, unscrewed the cap then supported Rowan’s head while he drank. When he had slaked his thirst, Lorcan climbed onto the bed next to him, after slipping a condom beneath his pillow. Rowan clung to him, squirming until he was lying on top of him and they were pressed together chest to chest, Rowan’s head resting on Lorcan’s shoulder. Lorcan petted Rowan’s sweat-dampened hair.

  Rowan took a few shuddering breaths then, to Lorcan’s surprise, moved to kneel across his thighs before lowering himself onto Lorcan’s erection.

  “Sorry, Sir. Need you in me. You can punish me later.”

  “No condom.” Lorcan couldn’t bear the idea of making Rowan move.

  “I know. I want this.”

  Lorcan didn’t argue. They’d seen each other’s medical records. He couldn’t remain still—he gripped Rowan’s hips and turned them over. He wanted Rowan under him. Bending Rowan’s knees back, Lorcan drove into his body with a desperate need for release. It didn’t take long. The heat and grip of Rowan’s channel were too much to resist. Lorcan came hard, tremors running from the base of his skull to his ass. He collapsed onto Rowan’s pliant body, rolling them over again before he could crush him. A wave of exhaustion consumed him and, with Rowan snuggled against him, he let sleep drag him under.

  * * * *

  Rowan sat bolt upright, heart pounding. He stared at his unfamiliar surroundings and when he caught sight of the saddle stand, his discarded leather trousers flung across it, memories of the previous night came flooding back. He grinned. The scene had been better than his wildest imaginings, something he’d never forget. He glanced at the clock, shocked to see that it was almost eleven. He hadn’t given the kitchen any information about Lorcan’s plans for the day. Tor was going to be furious.

  “I can almost hear the cogs whirring.” Lorcan yawned. “What time is it?”

  “Nearly eleven, Sir.” Rowan nibbled his lip. “I’m sorry—I haven’t made any arrangements for breakfast.”

  “Is that what you’re worried about?”

  Rowan yelped as he was pulled into an embrace. Lorcan’s stubble grazed his cheek.

  “That’s easily dealt with.” Lorcan picked up the phone next to the bed. “What’s the number for the kitchen?”

  “Two, Sir.”

  Lorcan pressed the button. “Good morning, Tor. I’m afraid I am the reason Rowan neglected his duties last night. Do you think you could see your way to feeding us?” Lorcan winked at Rowan. “That would be perfect. We’re in the Green Room. Thanks, Tor, you’re a life saver.” He replaced the receiver. “Tor’s going to send one of the boys up in a while with brunch.”

  “Oh, what a great idea. I should get up…”

  “You’re staying right here.” Lorcan tightened his grip. “I’m here to be pampered and if I want to keep you in my bed for the entire day then that’s where you’ll stay.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Rowan was more than happy to be held prisoner in Lorcan’s bed. Feeling bold, he ran his hand down Lorcan’s chest then beneath the covers to his cock.

  “You’re treading on dangerous ground,” Lorcan warned. “You must be sore from yesterday evening.”

  “A little,” Rowan admitted. “My lips aren’t aching, though. They’re not even chapped.” He ducked beneath the covers before Lorcan could stop him. Enveloped in warmth and the scent of Lorcan’s body, he licked Lorcan’s shaft from root to tip, savoring the salty flavor. The light changed and he realized that Lorcan had thrown the sheets back, uncovering him. Rowan stilled as Lorcan wound fingers into his hair holding him in place.

  “Do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?” Lorcan’s stern tone was edged with amusement.

  “No, Sir.” Rowan peeked at Lorcan’s face to find him grinning.

  “Is your inner brat coming to the surface?”

  Rowan responded to a sharp tug on his hair with a moan. He loved it when Lorcan played with his hair. He shook his head.

  “I like your spirit, Rowan. I don’t think there’s a brattish bone in your body. When you serve, when you submit to me, you glow. You seem utterly at peace in your submission. If only I could be the same in my dominance.”

  Rowan crawled up Lorcan’s body, wrapping him in a hug. He guessed it was a rare event for Lorcan to show vulnerability and the moment touched Rowan deeply. He snuggled close while Lorcan ran his fingers through his hair, teasing out the tangles.

  “I can’t believe I stopped a blow job to get deep and meaningful,” Lorcan muttered. “What an idiot.”

  “Not stopped, just delayed.” That was an absolute certainty in Rowan’s mind.

  “Good to know.”

  “I suppose it’s not my place to say, but I think you’re a wonderful Dominant. I’m so lucky that you are the first person I get to look after here. You’ve spoiled me for anyone else. You make me feel…safe. Cherished. Even though this is only a temporary relationship, it’s special to me. You push me to explore my boundaries but never pressure me. You take care of me after every scene. But best of all, you have this amazing aura of control—like nothing will happen unless you command it. I love that.”

  “What if this arrangement didn’t have to be temporary?”

  Rowan froze, hope blossoming in his heart. “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

  “This place is a suspension of reality and soon I’ll have to leave. I’m not sure I want to do that without you.”

  Rowan held his breath, until Lorcan gave his arse a squeeze, reminding him of the need for oxygen.

  “Take deep breaths, Rowan. I don’t want you passing out on me. At least not unless it’s the result of me fucking you into oblivion.”

  “I think since the first day we met I’ve been hoping that our time together wouldn’t have to end. When you told me you were planning to live in the UK, I thought that maybe you might want to see me again, but it was just a dream.”

  “I went to London yesterday to talk to some people about setting up a charitable foundation. I have a lot of money, Rowan. More than I could ever use in several extravagant lifetimes. My needs are simple—and I don’t mean that I want to be destitute. I enjoy my comforts and I’ve worked hard to be in a position where I’m able to indulge myself, but I want my money to do some good, and I want to be personally involved. I’m going to need help with that from an assistant who understands me.”

  “You mean, you want me to work for you?”

  “I think any contract of employment might be a little more extensive than is usual for a personal assistant.”

  “I don’t know what to say.” Rowan’s thoughts were in a whirl.

  “Then don’t say anything. Put that pretty mouth to work elsewhere.”

  “Is that an order, Sir?”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  Rowan kissed his way down Lorcan’s body to find his cock had softened. It didn’t take him long to tease it back to life with gentle licks and nibbles. He took Lorcan’s shaft deep into his throat, swallowing around the obstruction. The knowledge Lorcan controlled his v
ery breath sent shivers of pleasure through him. He pulled back, sucking as he went. He took his time, wanting to tease out Lorcan’s pleasure. A slight tremor betrayed the moment when Lorcan’s orgasm began. Warm seed gushed into Rowan’s mouth and he swallowed, trying to capture every drop. Beneath him, Lorcan shuddered.

  “Remind me to write blow jobs into the contract.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Rowan kept a straight face, but inside he was laughing. A knock at the door told him that breakfast had arrived. He slipped out of bed to let Benjy in. He was pushing a trolley loaded with food and Rowan’s stomach rumbled. Benjy grinned and Rowan realized he was standing there, stark naked, rigid erection bouncing. He sighed. No doubt his state would be the talk of the kitchen the rest of the day. He shrugged, far too happy to care. A whole new world of possibilities had opened up and he couldn’t wait to explore what that might mean.

  Chapter Eleven

  “I’m so hyped.” Rowan bounced from one side of the entrance hall to the other, straightening pictures and adjusting ornaments that didn’t need to be moved. He only slowed down after banging his knee on the corner of an Elizabethan linen chest, which proved to be a lot sturdier than his tender flesh.

  “You should be exhausted after the last few days,” Rayne said. “I feel like I earned my money with the amount of driving I’ve done and I didn’t have to hike round all those big houses.”

  Rowan rubbed his knee. “But it was wonderful. I got to see properties I’d never normally set foot in. Mr. Wilder seemed to like the ones I picked out and the pub lunches were fun—I think he’s addicted to scampi and chips. Don’t tell Tor.”

  “Where is the big bad Dom, anyway? I just want to check if he needs me tomorrow.”

  “He’s in the office with Mr. Redding. He said he wouldn’t be long. We don’t have any more appointments set up until we go to London next week so if you like, I can ask him then let you know later.”