by Maggie Walsh
“Oh I know he’ll be thrilled about those.” Blu giggle. “Anyway, that was the last of the pillows and I put all the clean sheets in the chest at the foot of the bed. Was there anything else we need to do?”
“Nope, I think we’ve got it all covered. I just have to send TJ a text when Jag’s in the shower. He said he’ll bring up a tray for dinner, so we can christen our new suite.”
“Sounds very romantic. You both have a good night and maybe we’ll see you in the morning,”
Blu beamed, and headed for the door.
“Hey, thanks again, Blu. For everything, you’re my angel.”
“Aw, shucks, now I am going to cry, you ass,” Blu sniffed, then walked out the door before Bo could say more.
Bo smiled and shook his head at the amazing man. Blu really was an angel. Looking at the clock, Bo saw that if Caleb’s class went as scheduled, then Jag would heading back to the main house in about five minutes. He had just enough time to put his tools away. He quickly put the drill and fasteners away in his tool box, then placed it by the door so he would remember it in the morning when he headed off to his workshop.
Now it was time to wash away the bad memory of the last time that Jag had walked into this room and replace it with a good one. Bo stripped as he headed toward the bathroom and dropped his clothes in the hamper as he passed, then went to the shower and turned it on. As the water heated he pulled his hair free from its bun and let it hang down his back. He knew how much his mate loved to run his fingers through it. Well, that and something else.
Bo chuckled from the memory of Jag confessing how he was dying to know what it felt like to have Bo’s silky hair wrapped around his cock. When Bo told him to go for it, Jag had been so excited. He’d jacked off using Bo’s hair and came all over it. It had been one sexy, erotic sight.
He took a quick shower and made sure to use conditioner on his hair as well as clean himself inside, then Bo dried and brushed his hair and ran a razor over his face to make it all smooth. He grabbed the lube and dildo he had put on the counter earlier and stretched himself, then inserted the plug, moaning as the large phallus hit his prostate and had his cock throbbing. Once he was satisfied that he was ready for his man, Bo ran back to the bedroom and pulled the covers back and climbed into the center of the huge mattress and leaned back against the headboard then grabbed the lube sitting on the nightstand and put a small dollop in his palm.
Another look at the clock told him he was just in time, because Jag should be walking in at any moment. Just then, he heard feet rushing up the hallway and Bo smiled. He bent his legs and put his feet flat on the bed and let his knees drop open, exposing himself, then wrapped the slick hand around his cock and started a slow glide up and down, stroking slowly.
The door opened and a sweat-covered Jag walked in, then immediately stopped as his gaze took in the room. He gasped as he looked around in wonder, then Jag’s gaze turned to the bed and his eyes widened and instantly filled with heat. Jag growled as he slammed the door behind him.
Bo smiled as he continued to stroke himself, his gaze never leaving his mate’s. “Welcome home, dear. Did you have a nice day?” He asked happily.
“Not as good as the night I’m about to have. Son of a bitch, baby, look at you. What a perfect vision to come home to. Is all that delicious skin and cock for me?”
Bo nodded as he purred, “Oh, yeah. It’s all yours, Master.”
“Fuck,” Jag hissed and started pulling off his clothes as he slowly walked toward the bed like he was stalking his prey. Jag’s eyes glowed with his wolf just under the surface and the sight made Bo shiver. He knew his mate was turned on and he was about to have one hell of a night.
As Jag got closer, Bo saw him take in a deep breath through his nose and Jag’s eyes closed slightly. “Damn, you smell good and look ready to be fucked and eaten. I smell like shit. Stay just like that, baby. I’ll be right back,” Jag said, in a demanding voice that had Bo’s cock leaking.
Just as Jag went to turn toward the bathroom, he stopped and looked more closely at their new bed, then slowly walked around the side, his gaze taking in all the small modifications Bo had installed. “Shit, baby, did you do all of this?”
“Yes. I wanted to make sure our room was special for us and we could play to our hearts’ content in here, and not have to always go into our private playroom, or the main one. Do you like?”
“I fucking love,” Jag answered, as he fingered one of the hooks Bo had screwed into strategic places in the headboard, so they wouldn’t take away from the beauty of the piece. Jag picked up the strap Bo had secured to the hook and gave it a strong tug, then took Bo’s free hand and tied the loose end around his wrist.
“Mmm, to have you tied to our bed, to do so many wicked things to you. My mate has been busy and is very good to me.”
“I wanted to make tonight special,” Bo said.
“Oh you did, baby. You did. You stay right there and don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Jag took off for the bathroom and Bo chuckled, then grabbed his cell with his free hand. He wasn’t happy to get the lube all over it though. He would clean it later.
Quickly sending a one handed text to TJ, Bo listened as he heard the shower go on. Once the text was sent, he placed his phone back on the nightstand and waited for his man to arrive.
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Son of a bitch he was one lucky man. Jag thought as he rushed into the shower and quickly cleaned himself. After rinsing, Jag turned off the water and stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried off, then hung the towel back on the rack. Running to the sink he brushed his teeth, then rinsed his mouth and headed back out to his room.
His baby was waiting for him in the same position he had left him and Jag’s cock, that had filled the minute his gaze fell on his mate looking so damn sexy in the center of their bed when he walked in, began to leak and throb with need.
He went directly to the bed, silent as he searched for any other modifications his mate had done to their new bed. He saw a few hooks in both the head and footboards, a few in the wall above the headboard, and some heavier grade hooks in the frame of the canopy. Leather straps had been secured in places out of the way that no one would see unless they were looking for them.
Jag went to the foot of the bed and slid out a strap then looked to his mate. “Lie flat and stretch out your arms above your head, your legs straight down and spread apart,” he ordered.
“There are toys in the curio for your pleasure, Master,” Bo informed him and Jag looked over at the large cabinet and turned to it.
He opened the doors and found it fully stocked with paddles, floggers, a small whip, chains, clamps, dildos and butt plugs of all shapes and sizes, as well as different spreader bars, cock cages, straps, blindfolds and many other things they would have fun with. He looked over his shoulder at his spread-eagled mate and smiled as an idea formed. “How secure are those hooks up there, pet?”
Bo smiled. “Very, Master. I used only the best and heaviest grade. I know how hard you like to fuck me.”
“Such a good pet. We’re going to be putting that large hook to the test right now I think,” Jag said, then turned and grabbed a few items from the cabinet.
As he headed back to the bed, his gaze raked over the smooth, olive skin before him. Jag licked his lips as his gaze roamed over the black dragon tattoo, the tail wrapping around Bo’s leg to his thigh then the body spanning out over his side, wrapped around his lover, then the gorgeous head of the dragon resting on Bo’s chest, that amazing blue eye of the beast looking back at him.
Yeah, he was going to lick over every inch of that dragon before the night was through. “Are you ready for me, pet, or do I need to stretch you?”
“I’m all ready for you, Master,” Bo said, then lifted his legs and grabbed his ankles, exposing his ass and Jag saw the base of a dildo in Bo’s hole.
“So damn good to me, “Jag purred as he placed the items on the bed. “Lower your legs.”
Bo immediately did as he said and Jag watched, enthralled as Bo’s muscles flexed and moved.
So damn sexy. He thought. Once in position, Jag wrapped a wide leather cuff around each ankle, then attached a spreader bar between and clamped it in place. Next he went to Bo’s free hand and tied that up, then stretched over his man to adjust the other one and made sure that too was secure.
Walking back to the foot of the bed he noticed Bo’s gaze was focused on the large cock bobbing between his legs and Jag smiled. “Do you want this cock, pet? Do you want it shoved down that throat, filling you before it fucks your ass?”
“Yes, Master. I want to feel your cock on my tongue, filling my mouth and stretching my lips,”
Bo begged.
Jag chuckled but moved a little faster with his plan. He stood on the bed by Bo’s feet and grabbed the spreader bar and lifted Bo’s legs from the bed then took the strap that sat high against the top frame where Bo had placed it and looped it around the bar, pulled it up over Bo as he walked back up the side of the bed and threaded the strap through the hook in the wall over the headboard and tied it off. Looking down at Bo’s face he saw his mate’s eyes glazed over and he was panting. Yes, his baby really wanted this.
Stepping back he admired his work. Bo was completely at his mercy, arms stretched and tied over his head, his legs up and bent over his body spread apart with his ass sticking up. Gods, his baby was stunning. He would look even better with one of those ball gags in his mouth though.
Good thing Jag had brought one over, but he wouldn’t use it yet. He wanted to fuck Bo’s throat first, then he would put the gag in while he fucked Bo with the dildo handled whip he found.
Damn his mate had created some of the most amazing toys he had ever seen. When he discovered that whip in the cabinet he almost came thinking about what he would do with it.
Sometime tonight he would flip Bo over and tie him up on hands and knees then begin to whip him lightly to test how far Bo could take it. In between strokes he would use the large cock shaped handle to tease his mate’s cock and sac, then fuck his ass with it for a few strokes before he pulled it out and whipped him again. But, right now he needed in that luscious mouth.
Jag put one leg over Bo’s chest and slid under his mate’s secured legs. Placing his feet on either side of Bo’s head, Jag dropped to his knees, straddling Bo’s chest and placed the tip of his cock on Bo’s lips. “Open that mouth for me and suck my cock, pet. Swallow me down and make it good.”
Bo opened his mouth and Jag slid his cock between his mate’s lips and down the back of his throat. Bo gagged momentarily and Jag eased off a little. He knew his mate could deepthroat him, because he had done it before and had shocked the shit out of Jag. That first night together in the cabin Bo had dropped to his knees and spent almost an hour worshiping his dick, swallowing it completely and driving Jag out of his mind. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go that long tonight. He was so primed and ready to fuck his baby.
Jag started slowly at first, teasing them both with a gentle glide in and out. When he felt the tip of his cock go into Bo’s throat, he pulled back, almost out, then sank back into Bo’s warm, wet mouth. Bo did his part by licking and sucking to his heart’s content, sending Jag’s need higher with the obscene slurping sounds.
Over and over again he fucked into his mate’s mouth and closed his eyes, needing to experience only that moment. As his thrusts increased, Bo’s tongue worked harder, twirling around his shaft, and Jag leaned forward, grabbing onto the headboard. He needed to feel that throat drag him in.
Quickening his pace, Jag began to fuck Bo’s mouth and his pet relaxed his jaw and throat muscles allowing Jag a smooth unhindered glide. He groaned to the heavens, luxuriating in the pleasure and only wanting more like the greedy bitch he was. When it came to his Bo, Jag just couldn’t get enough. From their past times together, Jag knew he could come over and over again all night when with Bo. There was just something about his mate that kept him hard and needing.
After a few more plunges, Jag could feel his balls pull up tight against his body and he reluctantly pulled back and slipped from his lover’s lips. As much as we wanted to feel those throat muscles work around his cock as Bo swallowed everything Jag gave him, Jag wanted in that ass in the worst way.
A breathless whimper was Bo’s only objection and Jag smiled as he climbed off Bo and crawled to the foot of the bed.
“So fucking sexy,” Bo whispered.
Jag looked over his shoulder at his mate and saw that Bo’s gaze was focused on his ass and he smiled, then wiggled his ass for his man. “Want inside that again, pet?”
“Yes. So fucking good.”
“If you’re a good boy tonight, then I’ll reward you with a ride from my ass,” Jag replied, then grabbed what he wanted and returned to Bo’s head holding a ball gag in his hands. Bo immediately opened his mouth, fully accepting whatever Jag wanted from him.
He put the ball between those large lips and secured the straps behind Bo’s head, taking a moment to run his fingers through his man’s amazing hair. He loved Bo’s hair and had been over the moon excited when Bo let him get his freak on and use the silky locks to jerk himself off.
Gods that had been amazing.
Jag moved back to the foot of the bed and grabbed the whip. He wouldn’t have that pleasure yet, but he wanted to see Bo’s reaction to what he had found. When he held the wide cock handle up for Bo to see, his mates eyes rolled to the back of his head and a deep moan came from his chest.
Jag knew what he needed to do in that moment. It wouldn’t wait, his baby was in need. He would take off the frenzy of need now, then after, Jag would slow down and take his time. After he filled his baby with his seed, then sat back and watched as it spilled from his hole. Maybe he would plug some of himself inside his baby for the night.
Jag moved to kneel at Bo’s exposed ass and ran his hands over the muscled globes, giving them a squeeze here and there, then he grabbed the base of the butt plug that Bo had so considerately put inside himself, getting his ass ready for Jag, and he began to play with it. Jag twisted and turned as he pulled it out, then drove it back in. Bo’s hips danced against the bed for him, his legs shaking and pulling on the spreader bar. Jag gave the hook in the wall a quick look but was satisfied it would hold. He wouldn’t question his mate’s skill in creating anything that would enhance their play. Jag knew Bo was very talented and gifted in his work and would make sure they had the best.
When Bo became a writhing, moaning, mass of need, Jag pulled out the butt plug and dropped it to the side then grabbed the whip. He coated the wide cock handle with plenty of lube, then pressed the head to Bo’s hole. He looked up at his pet’s face and saw that Bo’s eyes were closed.
That wouldn’t do. He wanted Bo to see what Jag was about to do to him. “Open your eyes and watch, pet. See what I do to you and how fucking sexy you are as you accept everything.”
Bo opened his eyes and Jag fell in love all over again. Those amazing seafoam-green eyes were glazed over and the pupils wide. Bo’s eyes were full of desire and need. Jag could see the excitement of anticipation in them as well as the love Bo had for him and Jag’s heart did a flip in his chest.
Slowly, carefully, he pushed the large cock into his pet’s body and watched in amazement as Bo’s ass stretched open around the phallus, drawing it in. After inserting the cock about nine inches, Jag twisted it, sending Bo’s hips off the bed and the sound of a low groan filled the air.
As he fucked Bo with the fake cock, Bo’s hips picked up speed, fucking himself on the whip handle.
Minutes passed and Jag’s burning need to be inside his mate feeling those muscles grip him became too much. He needed to be buried deep inside his baby. Jag pulled the fake cock free and dropped it, then lifted up on his knees and moved closer as he gripped the base of his cock. Then without a word or hesitation he plunged fully into his man and stopped, luxuriating in the heat that now surrounded his shaft.
H
e pressed in a bit tighter and shivered as the metal from Bo’s guiche hit his groin. Jag wrapped his hands around Bo’s muscular thighs and held on tight. This was going to be one hell of a ride.
Jag pulled back until just the tip of his cock remained then thrust in fully. In and out, Jag fucked his pet, faster and faster, harder and harder, and got lost in the moment. All the sensations, smells, sounds, filling his every sense.
Bo’s thigh muscles flexed under his hands as Bo shoved back against him, fucking Jag’s cock.
They shook and vibrated beneath him as Bo writhed uncontrollably. The need built higher and higher, the pleasure increasing and running for completion. Suddenly his crescendo arrived and his balls pulled up painfully. Jag knew he was ready. He wrapped one hand around Bo’s hard, leaking cock and carefully stroked Bo, matching his thrusts. With the Jacob’s ladder Bo wore along the underside of his cock, Jag knew he needed to be mindful not to tear the piercings, but he also knew because of the metal, the slightest touch would make the sensation intense and bring Bo even more pleasure.
Bo screamed around the gag in his mouth and his body arched off the bed, taut and straining against his bindings as white streams of cum shot from the tip of Bo’s cock, coating Jag’s hand and Bo’s stomach. Jag quickened his pace, chasing his own orgasm. A few more plunges and he was there. He fell over the edge into the blissful abyss and enjoyed every second. His orgasm slammed into him as his cum filled his man’s hole and he cried out Bo’s name to the heavens.
They remained as they were, just holding on for a few minutes as Jag rested his head against Bo’s leg and panted, trying to catch his breath. Each time with his mate just got better and better.
When his breathing slowed as well as the pounding of his heart, Jag opened his eyes and smiled.
Bo lay beneath him, bound, gagged, and full of his seed, and his baby slept. He had fucked his pet so good, the man had passed out. Being the ass he was, Jag would take that as a compliment to his skill.
He slowly withdrew from Bo’s body and groaned from the loss of the heat that had surrounded him. Jag slid off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean himself. He brought back a warm, wet cloth and cleaned his pet, then tossed it aside and began to release Bo from all his bindings and gently slid the gag from his mouth. Once free, Bo turned and pulled in a bit, his body relaxing into the bed. Jag grabbed the blankets that were turned down at the foot of the bed and drew them up, covering them both as he settled on his back at Bo’s side. Bo rolled toward him and rested his head on Jag’s chest and threw an arm over his chest and a leg over his legs. Jag wrapped an arm around his man and pulled him close, loving the feel of his mate in his arms.
