An important part of long-term edging and denial meant Ian’s prostate would need to be milked every twenty-four to thirty-six hours. Taren had another day or so before Ian was due for a milking. As with everything else related to their sex life, there would be certain steps to follow to ensure both consented completely. That was one of Taren’s hard and fast, never, ever to be broken rules. There was never force or coercion.
He couldn’t keep Ian on edge if he was too pent up himself, so it was necessary Taren get some release before they left. There was absolutely no reason he should be denied orgasms. Taren sat on their bed and considered his options. Total submission from Ian was what Taren wanted— needed . Usually Taren’s go-to method was restraint. The question was what sort of restraint?
This part Taren did for himself. What he enjoyed the most was taking Ian from behind. The way Ian’s ass pressed firmly against Taren’s groin was intoxicating. Some days what he desired was grabbing Ian’s hips and yanking him in close so Taren could bury his cock deep inside Ian in one, powerful thrust.
Today was definitely one of those days. He expected he’d have that desire often over the coming days.
Flat on the bed or kneeling and snared in a spreader bar wasn’t going to give Taren the power he wanted. Sometimes as a treat, Taren allowed Ian to ride him, but that position was too restricting for Taren. And, he’d already permitted Ian a tiny bit of control when he gave Taren a blow job.
The bathroom door opened, and Ian walked into the bedroom wearing only his cock cage. He stopped and knelt at Taren’s feet, head bowed, hands resting on his thighs.
“Prepped and ready?”
“Taken care of, Sir.”
“Good.” Taren stood up. “Between now and our arrival at the resort and for at least part of our stay, I’ll keep you on edge and milk you daily—give or take a half day. Is that an activity you’d like?”
Ian looked up and away at once. “Hell, yes, Sir ! I look forward to it.” He smiled slyly. “You won’t be joining me in denial?”
Taren shook his head. “Oh, no. I get what I want, when I want.”
“Exactly the way I like to please you, Master.”
Taren glanced around the room again, gaze coming to rest on the St. Andrew’s cross. “We’ll use the cross.” He reached down and hooked one finger under Ian’s chin. As he stood up, Taren pulled him in close, licking over Ian’s lower lip then savoring his mouth. He ran one hand up Ian’s spine and broke their kiss long enough to add, “Eventually.”
Ian’s skin was warm under Taren’s hands. His body melded perfectly to Taren’s and he was so, so responsive to each of Taren’s touches. There was never a time having Ian in his arms wasn’t pure joy. He moved one hand down to Ian’s ass and rubbed over his heated skin, using his fingernails to gently scratch along Ian’s glutes, which made them both quiver. Ian sucked in a sharp breath and then pressed closer to Taren. Ian’s fingertips stroked along Taren’s sides and over his hips. He slid his feet farther apart and straddled Taren’s thigh.
“You’re such a needy boy,” Taren murmured.
Taren watched Ian’s cock engorge and the small nubs of his cage press into his flesh. He was surprised at how the sight made his own cock swell. Ian groaned and rocked against him. Warmth rushed through Taren, hunger, powerful and insistent, coiled in his belly and spread through his body.
Walking them to the St. Andrew’s cross, he put both hands on Ian’s waist and lifted him onto the base. In one quick move he spun Ian around, so he faced the cross. Ian immediately grasped the handholds. Taren strapped wide, leather cuffs to Ian’s wrists and clipped them to the cross. A leather collar was fastened around Ian’s neck then it too was hooked to the cross. He left Ian’s feet loose.
Taren’s jeans were stripped off and he grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting a large glob into one hand. He applied a generous amount to his cock, then Ian’s hole before he used both hands on Ian’s hips to haul him back, flush with Taren.
He thrust into Ian.
Ian’s ass snugged into Taren’s groin. His hot flesh combined with the slight scratch from light covering of hair across Ian’s rear sent shock waves screaming along Taren’s nerve endings. In the mirror he glimpsed Ian’s firm, lean body. The muscles of his abs were outlined and trembling.
Taren pulled out only far enough to allow him to plunge back into Ian’s hot, tight hole. He didn’t have a prayer of lasting long, no matter how hard he tried. Thinking of their impending trip had kept Taren half aroused for days.
He let go of Ian’s hips and wrapped both arms around his chest and waist, playing with the nipple clamps until Ian gasped and shoved back against Taren, clenching around him.
Taren dropped his forehead to Ian’s shoulder inhaling the heady, musky scent with the slightest undertone of soap and shampoo rising off Ian. With one final, pounding thrust his cock spasmed and throbbed. His balls tightened and he struggled to fill his lungs. As his body slowly quieted, he stood, leaning his weight against Ian, breathing in the scent of their mingled sweat and the sweet aroma that was uniquely Ian.
When he could trust his legs to support him, he eased away from Ian, patting his shoulder. “Needy and amazing boy.”
Leaving Ian on the cross, Taren went to the bathroom, washed himself off then ran the washcloth under cold water. He grabbed Ian’s codpiece and massager off the counter where Ian had left them to dry. There was one other piece that went with the cage Ian wore, and that was a penis plug. Taren retrieved it and an ice pack before he returned to Ian. He released Ian’s restraints and turned him so his back was to the cross then hooked only the wrist restraints in place again.
Without fuss Taren removed the cage and pressed the ice pack to Ian’s cock before giving it a quick wipe down with the chilled washcloth.
He used surgical lube on the penis plug and held it up for Ian to see. “Would you like to wear this while we travel?”
“Yes, Sir. And if I could request, also the massager?”
Taren smiled, inserted the small plug, then reattached the cage. The plug was shorter than a sounding bar and thicker. It had ribbing along the length and hooked to a ring of the cage that fit just under the head of Ian’s cock. It, like the cage was meant for longer term wear and was designed so Ian could urinate while wearing them. Next Ian’s codpiece was fitted into place but the front to back strap was left dangling loose between Ian’s thighs.
Ian’s restraints were removed completely, and Taren slid one arm around his waist, guiding him down from the cross.
“Hands on knees,” Taren said. Ian immediately complied, hissing in a short breath when Taren eased the massager into Ian’s ass. Using one hand on his shoulder to again guide him he told Ian, “Stand straight.”
The front to back strap was pulled tight into Ian’s ass crack and cinched into place. “Good?”
“It is, Sir.”
“Put on whatever clothes you’re comfortable traveling in. We’re heading southwest, so dress accordingly.”
Ian glanced down at himself. “I’ll get interesting tan lines.”
That made Taren laugh, and Ian looked very pleased with himself. A few last-minute preparations to leave their house while they traveled and at long last, they were finally, finally able to begin their trip.
Honestly, Taren thought his long-planned vacation would never happen, but it did and they were on their way. As he drove through the residential streets toward the highway he couldn’t stop smiling. So far Ian was pleased with everything he’d done and that was the best feeling in the world to Taren.
TO BE CONTINUED
ABOUT ELIZABETH NOBLE
Elizabeth Noble started telling stories before she actually knew how to write, and her family was very happy when she learned to put words on a page. Those words turned into fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M romance fiction. Being able to share her works with others is really a dream come true. She has a genuine love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plo
ts as well as all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural and a bit of an unnatural interest in a super-volcano in Wyoming.
Elizabeth has three grown children and is now happily owned by an adorable mixed breed canine princess, a spunky Welsh corgi and their sidekick, tabby cat. She lives in her native northeast Ohio, the perfect place for gardening, winter and summer sports (go Tribe and Cavs!). When she's not writing she's working as a veterinary nurse, so don't be surprised to see her men with a pet or three who are a very big part of their lives.
Elizabeth received several amateur writing awards. Since being published several of her novels have received honorable mentions in the Rainbow Awards. Her novel Jewel Cave was a runner up in the 2015 Rainbow awards in the Gay Mystery/Thriller category. Ringed Love was a winner in the Gay Fantasy Romance category of the 2016 Rainbow Awards.
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