"Do you want to continue?"
That was the question of the hour. Jack couldn't honestly say he wanted this part of himself any more than he wanted his blue eyes or slight obsessive tendencies, though he could blame those last things on his parents. For as much as he didn't want, he did need. Every attempt to deny it had landed him in a bad place, physically, mentally, or both. And Isaac was about as ideal a partner as he was going to get. Local, discreet, understanding of the nature of his work and the limitations that came with it.
And no one has grayed you out that fast or made you cum that hard.
"Yes."
Isaac smiled. "Good. In that case, when you're ready, get undressed and kneel in the middle of the room."
Jack took no time standing and stripping off his clothes. Isaac took a pillow from the bed and dropped it in the middle of the room. Jack knelt on it and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Very nice." Isaac walked around him a few times skimming his fingers along Jack's face and through his hair. Jack took deep, slow breaths wanting to drop into the right headspace as quickly as possible after weeks of spinning himself around. "I'm going to blindfold you first. I won't leave the room and I won't bind your hands. You can remove it whenever you need."
"Yes, sir."
Behind him he heard a drawer open and close before a mask of soft leather went over his eyes and was clasped at the back of his head. Then there was nothing. There was no shuffling of feet or rustle of clothing, no ticking of a clock to pass the time. He could hear the soft fall of shoes in the hallway but there was nothing in the room. It was as if Isaac had simply vanished. He strained to hear something, anything, his back began to tense and his heart sped up. The urge to pull the mask off began to grow. Suddenly Isaac's fingers were in his hair combing it carefully.
"Shhhh. Easy. That took less than a minute. I don't need you to think. I don't need you to try to anticipate what will happen next. I'm sure that is what you've been trained to do. To anticipate the moves of the bad guys. To try to guess what will please your Dom, but don't. There are no enemies here and I will tell you what you need to do to please me. Just breathe. Slow and deep. Focus on where I touch you. I'll do what I like when I like, and you will please me without needing to guess or prepare."
Jack took a couple of deep breaths and tried to focus on Isaac's fingers. That first night when they met, Isaac had said he was touch starved. He hated to admit it but he was probably right. He continued to breathe and Isaac continued to pet him. He wasn't sure how long. Things narrowed down to Isaac's fingers and his own breath.
"Much better. Now, I want you to tell me if you can smell the tea. There's a little left in the pot. Shake or nod your head."
Jack shook his head. That was not a question he was expecting. What he could smell was whatever the Windsor Club used to clean their rooms. It wasn't strong but it had a slight floral scent.
"You know where the teapot is in the room and where it is in relation to you. Think about where it is then, take a deep breath."
Jack did as told and this time he smelled it as if it had been shoved right under his nose. Mild jasmine with the sharp smell of green tea. This time Jack nodded.
"The human mind is amazing when it comes to filtering our senses. We'd probably go insane if we couldn't ignore things when we need to. A clock might tick in our ear all day but we only notice it at 4:30 on a Friday. Keep breathing in that tea."
Isaac's hand left his head and he frowned. It felt like some part of him was reaching out trying to bring those fingers back, but he wasn't moving. There was sound though, beyond Isaac's voice. There was a shifting of fabric that sounded intensely loud, like the ticking of a clock on Friday. Even with it happening behind him, it was as if he could see it. The slick sound of Isaac removing his belt. The lower sound of him pulling his legs from his pants. The faint click of his nails on his shirt buttons. He was forgetting to smell the tea. Instead he was smelling Isaac. His soap, shampoo, shaving cream, and sex.
There was that hot, sharp, smell of arousal. He heard Isaac's steps, even on the thick carpet, and knew he was standing in front of him. His breath quickened but remained deep. The scent of his own arousal was nearly as strong and his head began to swim in it. Then there was sound, a sound easily recognized by any guy, the sound of a hand slowly sliding across hard flesh. Despite the orders, he began to think ahead. He wondered if Isaac was going to cum on him again, rub it into his skin so he could smell nothing but that. Maybe he'd be allowed to suck Isaac. That had him parting his lips. Maybe Isaac would bend him over, kneel down behind him, and fuck him. He hadn't been fucked in longer than he cared to think about and he did miss it.
"Only the slightest touch, not a drop of pain, and you're ready to cum, aren't you?"
Shame overwhelmed him. No better than a teenager who couldn't control himself. "Sorry, sir."
"Why are you apologizing? Did I say it was a bad thing?"
"No, sir."
"No. No I did not. I like seeing you hard and on the edge. I like knowing that I guided you to that place and that I'll be the one to send you over. Never be ashamed for what your body does."
"Yes, sir." Jack didn't feel that much better. He felt shame at being told not to be ashamed. A small separate analytical part of his mind pointed out that that was messed up.
Isaac's fingertips were suddenly at his lips. He sucked them in, tasting Isaac's lust.
"Very nice, do you like that taste?"
He nodded, unable to answer with Isaac's fingers filling his mouth.
"Taste and smell are very closely linked. Smell a pear while eating an apple. Your brain will scramble up the tastes." He slowly drew his fingers from Jack's mouth. Still trying to breathe deep, Jack leaned forward chasing after them. What he found was the tip of Isaac's cock. He sucked it in, trying to twist his tongue around it but it was wider than what was comfortable or easy to work with. Isaac slipped it out and then back between his lips with shallow thrusts, not even hitting the back of his mouth.
"I knew a pretty boy who couldn't stand the taste of cum. I rubbed cherry chapstick under his nose until he learned to like the flavor. I don't think I'll have to do that with you."
Jack shook his head even as he gripped his hands together hard. He wanted to reach up, to wrap his hands around the rest of Isaac's cock, feel it pulsing and twitching. Isaac seemed to read his mind but it was probably the tensing of his muscles that gave him away.
"Go ahead and touch."
He gladly did as told. Isaac was thick and heavy and he felt like the flesh could burn his skin. He stroked slowly while bobbing his head trying to suck in more.
"Oh, very nice," Isaac moaned softly. "Very good."
Jack sucked harder and breathed deep letting the taste and smell fill him, driving out any lingering scent of tea or soap. Isaac's fingers slipped into his hair. He didn't grasp or pull, just settled his hands which seemed heavier than before, the weight of them sinking through his entire body, anchoring him in place as tightly as any rope or strap. He sped up his hands, the even rhythm of his breathing long gone, now it was shallow half choked desperation as he stretched his mouth wide. And suddenly Isaac was gone, yanked away. Jack leaned forward and reached out but found only air. He could hear though, Isaac's ragged breathing mixed with his own.
"Touch yourself," Isaac growled at him. "Grab your cock as if it were mine." Jack dropped his hands and began to stroke himself. It was like an electric shock and his whole body jumped. Within seconds Isaac's cock was back at his lips. Isaac thrust in the same rhythm that Jack stroked his. Like a strange form of stereo, the sensation began to feedback mingling with the sound, twisting with the taste and smell until Isaac shouted and thrust into his mouth hard and deep. Jack coughed and sputtered, trying to swallow as much as he could. He also tried not to cum. Even as he continued to stroke himself he held back, not cumming until he was told.
"Go ahead," Isaac whispered. "Cum for me. Let go."
It took a few hard strokes and he
could not hold back the scream. Fire through every nerve and light behind his still covered eyes. He collapsed forward, his forehead pressed to the carpet, tasting Isaac and smelling himself.
♦ ♦ ♦
Isaac didn't clean Jack, or remove the blindfold. He did help him to his feet, then to the bed. If he was being cruel, and in the future he certainly would be, he would tease Jack's over sensitized body, perhaps even drawing a second dry orgasm from him, one as painful as pleasurable. But not tonight. Tonight, he watched as Jack drifted, half dozing, overwhelmed by pleasure and release, cum drying on his face and across his belly. It was tempting to kiss him, to wait until his eyes fluttered open and taste himself on Jack's lips.
Not yet. Soon.
He had made a decision that night, the second Jack had apologized for his own arousal. He would take Jack home. He knew he'd already misstepped by not giving Jack a contact number and allowing him to jump the gun, but he was an ideal fit for his needs on so many levels. As long as Jack was willing, he would take him home. The Windsor Club might be clean and posh, with only the finest of equipment available, but take away the gilding and bone china tea sets, it was still a sex club with back rooms for hire. Jack deserved better than that. Isaac had no doubt he would positively bloom if given something better than that.
Chapter 6
"I want to bring him home," Isaac said as Murrcat was trying to discreetly steal pepperoni off his pizza. He'd taken a couple of days to mull the idea around his head making sure it wasn't just a midsex, endorphin high idea.
Amalie nodded sliding her own slice of pizza out of the box. "What does he think about that?"
"Haven't broached the subject yet."
Amalie nodded some more, obviously holding back a smile. "Ah."
"Ah? That's all you have to say?"
"I know you, and more importantly I am intimately familiar with your relationship skills and no matter how much you want this, without a solid kick in the pants you will waffle about until hell freezes over, so the question is, should I give you that kick in the pants?"
Isaac wanted to argue but his pizza order, unchanged since college, was testament to how easily he fell into comfortable routine. "I like him."
"You've liked plenty before but haven't tried to bring them home."
"True." He accidentally dropped a piece of pepperoni which Murrcat pounced on. "I think, with a bit more feeling around," Amalie smirked. "That we will find our tastes compatible."
"There's no certainty there."
"No. But things are going pretty well so far and I'd like to keep going."
"Okay, but that can be done off site."
Isaac frowned, the certainty he'd been feeling starting to waver. Having a regular sub had always been an ideal but he also trusted Amalie's take on his relationship and interpersonal skills more than his own some days. "If you think I shouldn't—"
"I think if you bring someone home and it goes well it will be good for all of us. I'm just making sure you're thinking with your head and going over things from all angles."
"This is what happens when your wife dates a lawyer."
"Yep. Now, what is it about this guy that makes him special? What bit are you really grabbing onto?"
Isaac chewed on his pizza slice thinking. He had lots of feelings concerning Jack but he was a doctor and scientist, he should be able to detach and consider things rationally. "On a purely practical level I couldn't do better. We have complicated schedules but for many of the same reasons. He understands what working for the county means."
"A car can be practical. Doesn't mean you want to drive it."
"True. I think… I think he has the potential to be truly remarkable," Isaac answered slowly. "I think he's been buried under assumptions, his own and other peoples'. I know that feeling quite well. I think if he can be shown that there isn't anything he shouldn't want, or should be, only what he wants and what he is, that he can be unbelievably amazing. I'm torn between wanting to spank him raw or wrap him in blankets and feed him soup, and I think he needs an equal measure of both."
"And you think you can give that to him?"
Isaac's knee jerk reaction was to answer yes, of course. "I think I can now," he answered carefully. "I think I've learned enough to give him what he needs and I want to be the one to give him that."
"And once you give him that?"
Isaac didn't have an answer. "You're worried already."
She tapped him on his forehead. "You don't detach up here as well as you believe you should." She tapped him on his chest next. "And you're not as good at protecting this as you like to think you are."
"Are you saying I fall in love too easily?"
"No. Quite the opposite. But when you do, you don't hold any of yourself back. I don't want you to get hurt, and if you and him aren't on the same page or looking for the same thing..."
"I don't like getting hurt." An image of Jack flashed through his mind, head bowed, apologizing for his arousal. "But… I think he might be worth the risk."
"Good answer. Make a date, talk to him."
He leaned over the coffee table and gave her a kiss. "You are the best."
She kissed him back. "And don't you forget it."
♦ ♦ ♦
The mariachi music coming from behind carefully placed plastic marigolds wasn't so loud as to make conversation impossible and the corner booth was discrete. Jack knew he was unlikely to be noticed by anyone taking a casual look around the restaurant. That apparently included the wait staff. He was trying to wave down a waitress to get some water when Isaac walked into the restaurant, his eyes quickly landing on Jack.
He had been surprised to get a text message from Isaac inviting him to dinner. The message hadn't been particularly date like in its phrasing, more like an invitation to a business meeting or working dinner. He'd still waffled back and forth for an hour over the exact wording of his reply. Isaac spoke quickly to the waitress he had been trying to wave down before sliding into the booth across from him.
"This place has the hottest salsa ever. I ordered us a bowl of the medium which will still send any germ in your system screaming. And I'm saying that as a medical professional."
"Don't you work on dead people?"
Isaac grinned. "Yes, I do, so I know what kills you and what doesn't."
"Not entirely comforted by that."
Isaac laughed. It came easy, just as Jack's words had. They had never spoken like this before, informally and in public. So far, the first thirty seconds had been easy. Now he had to get through the rest of dinner without thinking too much about other stuff or sounding like an idiot.
The waitress brought over their menus along with paper thin corn chips and a small bowl of dark red salsa. He blinked a few times as the smell of the salsa hit his nose. "That's medium?"
"Use sparingly."
He picked up his menu instead. It had all the Mexican restaurant standards, tacos, tamales, chicken, pork, beef. Someone had written GF or V next to some of the items. The untranslated section had lengua and menudo. He still wasn't sure what kind of dinner he was having, but spicy beef stomach soup was probably something to skip.
"The basic tacos are really nice here." There was eagerness in Isaac's voice which made Jack wonder if this was in fact a date. He was hesitant to ask, not sure of which answer he wanted to hear.
"Sounds good."
The waitress came over and Jack ordered a few beef tacos with rice and Isaac ordered the chicken. As soon as the waitress left there was silence between the two of them. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say or how to act, or even think. He dunked a chip into the salsa and shoved it into his mouth as cover. He instantly wished he hadn't. He tried to chew without any more salsa hitting any part of his mouth but it was an impossible task.
"I did say use sparingly." Isaac dipped only a small corner of a chip into the salsa and ate it. Jack tried to keep his composure but his face burned and his eyes started to run. He broke and chugged a glass of w
ater before eating a few more plain chips, trying to mop up the lingering burn.
"Wow," he finally managed to choke out.
Isaac smiled at him. "Next time I'll order us the mild."
"Good idea." Jack eyed the salsa, trying to decide if it was worth more of the burn to avoid the uncomfortable silence.
"In case you were wondering I thought we should talk in a less formal environment. Get to know each other a bit."
"So, this is a date?"
"It can be if you like. If not, it can just be us chatting about ourselves and each other while eating tacos. I don't actually know that much about who you are and I'm sure you have some questions about me."
Jack did but also didn't. He'd never taken time to get to know his Doms because for the most part he'd only ever known them for a few hours, a day at most. He wasn't sure what he wanted to know about Isaac. Even meeting him in a hole in the wall Mexican restaurant instead of the Windsor was taking him far outside his comfort zone. He shoved another chip in his mouth trying to cover the silence. "How about I start, if you like? Where are you from?"
"Boston." That was a nice and easy answer.
"Really? East Coast boy."
"Born and raised."
"No accent. I wouldn't have guessed."
"My father's doing." Who wouldn't abide anything but proper English. "Well, my father and a little too much TV."
"I'm from Oxnard. Bit south of Ventura and I assure you, every tasteless joke that can possibly be made about a city called Oxnard has already been made by its own residents." Jack bit his lip but couldn't hold back a smile. "So, no accent because everyone talks like they're going to be in the movies one day."
"Three beers and I drop my Rs, and I've been told that on the few occasions when I've been seriously drunk I start sounding like Mayor Quimby from The Simpsons."
Isaac grinned. "That sounds special."
"I have no recollection of those events so it's all hearsay evidence." Though his sister was always threatening to get him trashed and film it.
"Any hobbies? Aside from Mayor Quimby impressions."
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