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by Claire Thompson


  But it was different with Reese. From the moment they’d first kissed, he’d sensed a submissive yearning in the guy that at first had seemed at odds with his confident, outgoing persona. But then, his own dominant impulses had been hidden beneath his natural shyness and unwillingness to put himself out there. People were so much more complex than the image they offered to the world.

  The sight of the whips poured gasoline on the flames of his naturally dominant sexual feelings—feelings he’d had for years but hadn’t acted on, until now. It was as if, by allowing Luca to see the whips, Reese was giving him tacit permission to continue their fledgling exploration into D/s. With each step they took in this new, unfamiliar but wonderful dance, there had been no false move, no hesitation. As corny as it sounded, it was as if they’d been made for each other, and had just been waiting to meet.

  Reese glanced up at the wall, a flush moving over his skin. “Nice, aren’t they?” he asked in a shy tone Luca hadn’t heard before.

  Thrilled, Luca leaned past Reese and lifted the crop from the wall. Giving the Dom he’d kept tucked away inside full rein, he tapped the small, folded square of leather lightly against Reese’s tan, muscular thigh.

  The power rush when Reese drew in a sudden, sharp breath sent the blood rushing to Luca’s cock, which hardened in his jeans. He sat beside Reese and placed his hand over the red mark the crop had left on his thigh. Reese’s cock was visibly bulging now in his shorts. He was as turned on by whatever was happening as Luca was. “You don’t have to lie,” Luca said softly. “This thing was made to use on your ass, wasn’t it? You need a good, hard cropping, don’t you?”

  Oh god. Had he just said that aloud? Was Reese going to think he was a total pervert? But just the thought of yanking down Reese’s little shorts and smacking that lovely, hard ass with the crop made his balls ache with lust. He waited, his heart pounding, for Reese’s reaction.

  To his delight, Reese turned to him, his pupils dilated, his lips parted. “Yes, Sir,” he said softly. “I do need that. In the worst way.”

  Chapter 9

  Luca reached for Reese, wrapping his arms around him as he kissed Reese’s lips. Reese held him close, his tongue dancing in Luca’s mouth. They fell onto the bed, bodies and mouths still pressed together. Luca could feel the passion in Reese’s kiss, but even more than that, a kind of desperation. It matched the stark, pleading need he’d seen in his eyes.

  “Yes, Sir. I do need that…”

  He hadn’t said the word “sir” as in “Yes siree, I sure do,” in a lighthearted tone. He’d said the word pleadingly, almost reverently. Luca imagined it would be capitalized if it were read on the page like an honorific, like a gift.

  The gift was in handing the power to Luca, if he had the courage to take it. His cock was so hard it ached, his balls tingling with need. He pulled away from the kiss and looked into Reese’s face. His pupils were still dilated, his breath nearly a pant. Luca watched from the bed as Reese got to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head. His nipples were like copper coins against his smooth chest, his abs clearly delineated.

  His eyes fixed on Luca, Reese hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and dragged them down his legs. He wore no underwear beneath. His cock sprang free and bobbed tantalizingly toward Luca.

  Luca sat upright and retrieved the riding crop, which had slipped to the bottom of the bed. His heart thudding in his ears, he pointed to his lap with the flap of the crop. He could feel Reese’s need, which mirrored his own, in reverse. Reese needed the sting of the crop as much as Luca longed to give it to him.

  Reese stared at the crop a moment and then lifted his eyes to meet Luca’s gaze. With a minute nod, he draped himself so his ass was over Luca’s knees. Luca was still fully clothed, but somehow that felt right at the moment. Reese’s erect cock was trapped between them.

  Setting the crop aside for a moment, he stroked Reese’s sexy ass, running his hands over the smooth, supple skin and then lightly smacking it. Reese was actually trembling, desire radiating from him like heat. His muscles were taut, his hands clenched in anticipation, his cock hard against Luca’s thighs. It was astonishing to realize this strong, sexy, confident guy was giving himself over to Luca in this way. It was an act of trust that took Luca’s breath away.

  He tapped lightly on one of Reese’s fisted hands. “Relax,” he murmured. “You need this.”

  Reese let out a long, tremulous breath and unfurled his fingers. “Yes,” he breathed softly.

  His heart pounding, Luca picked up the crop again. He gripped the smooth leather-covered handle and whipped the crop experimentally in the air above Reese’s prone body. The shaft was surprisingly flexible, bowing a little as the tip flapped, seeking a target. His cock tingled with anticipation.

  Reese remained still, almost as if he were holding his breath. Luca realized he, too, was holding his breath. He let it out slowly and took in another deep, cleansing breath.

  Everything about this moment felt so right. He brought the folded leather tip of the crop down against Reese’s ass hard enough to make a pleasing slapping sound. Reese jerked slightly but otherwise remained still. Thrilled, Luca struck him again, harder this time. Again Reese jerked slightly. Luca struck again, several blows, leaving small red marks where the leather met the skin. Reese squirmed pleasingly, his cock hard against Luca’s thighs. Luca’s cock was straining in his jeans, his blood hot with desire.

  “More,” Reese panted. “More, please, Sir.”

  Sir…

  How perfect.

  Giving himself fully to the moment, Luca slapped the leather over Reese’s perfect ass and the backs of his thighs in a flurry of motion. Reese moaned his approval, especially when the crop met the tender spot where his thighs met his ass. As Luca reddened his bottom, Reese’s panting turned into incredibly sexy little mewling cries and affirmations that drove Luca crazy with lust.

  A part of his brain was watching and waiting for Reese to resist or beg him to stop. But no matter how hard he smacked him, Reese only squirmed and moaned, grinding his rock-hard cock against Luca’s thighs. Finally, when Reese’s ass was red as a cherry and hot to the touch, Luca decided he’d had enough. He set down the crop and ran his hands lightly over Reese’s heated flesh.

  Reese lay still for several moments as his breathing slowed. Luca continued to gently stroke his ass and thighs. His hands were trembling, no longer from fear but from raw, aching desire. He could hardly believe what he’d just dared to do. And Reese’s powerful reaction had thrilled him to his core.

  He gently pushed at Reese’s shoulder. “Hey, you. You okay? Roll over onto the bed and let me see your face.”

  Reese shifted, but instead of moving onto the mattress, he rolled to the floor. Kneeling in front of Luca, he looked up at him with an expression Luca could only define as adoration.

  “You did need that, huh?” Luca asked, gazing down at him, warmth flooding his soul. Why had he waited all his life to give free rein to his dominant side?

  “Yes,” Reese breathed. “Oh, yes.” He rose to his feet, his erection pointing toward Luca like an invitation. He held out his hands.

  Luca placed his hands in Reese’s, allowing him to pull him to his feet. But when Luca reached to take him into his arms, Reese instead fell to his knees again. “Let me thank you,” he said breathlessly. “Please, Sir.”

  He tackled Luca’s sneakers first, tugging at the laces. He pulled them, one at a time, from Luca’s feet along with his socks. Then he reached for the fly of Luca’s jeans and pulled down the zipper. His eyes on Luca’s face, he dragged Luca’s jeans and underwear down his legs.

  Heart booming, Luca pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He stood naked, staring down at the gorgeous guy on his knees in front of him. He nearly came then and there. Fortunately, he managed to control himself.

  He watched, mesmerized, as Reese took his balls gently in one hand while curling the other around the base of Luca’s shaft. H
e moaned with pleasure as Reese’s mouth closed over his cock. Reese licked teasingly along the shaft and then slid his lips in a tight, wet, perfect circle down its length until his nose was touching Luca’s pubic bone.

  Luca’s legs threatened to buckle with pleasure. He gripped Reese’s head, his fingers twisting in the silky blond hair as he tried to stay upright. “Jesus,” he managed to gasp. “You’re killing me.”

  Reese released his shaft for a moment, looking up with a sexy grin. “But what a wonderful way to die, hmm?” he teased.

  “Oh, yeah,” Luca affirmed. He groaned again as Reese’s hot, perfect mouth closed once more over his cock. This time as he sucked and licked Luca to a near-frenzy, Reese pressed a finger between Luca’s ass cheeks. His finger was wet with saliva and it slipped easily into Luca’s tiny hole.

  A powerful orgasm rose in him like a river bursting from its dam. Though he tried to control it—to hold on for a little longer—it was hopeless. As Reese suckled and frigged him, Luca gave in to the blinding pleasure. His body spasmed out of control as he thrust in and out of Reese’s mouth, hot ribbons of jism spurting down Reese’s throat.

  Reese didn’t miss a beat, his finger still swirling inside Luca as he swallowed his seed.

  When he finally let Luca go, Luca fell back against the bed in a stupor, momentarily deaf, mute and blind. The mattress gave as Reese joined him on the bed. Reese snuggled against him, resting his head on Luca’s chest. They lay that way for several minutes, Luca floating in post-orgasmic bliss as Reese ran his hand lightly and pleasingly over Luca’s skin.

  Reese’s erection remained firm, pressed between them. After a while, his hand moved toward Luca’s groin. He gripped Luca’s flaccid shaft and tugged at it gently. Reese smelled so good—clean sweat, male musk and a light, lemony scent that might have been his shampoo.

  Luca brought his arm around Reese, pulling him closer against him and Reese continued to stroke and tease his spent cock. It wasn’t long before Luca’s shaft rose again, stiffening with blood and desire. When he was fully erect again, Reese whispered, “Please, Sir. Will you fuck me?”

  “God, yes,” Luca agreed fervently.

  Reese sat up and reached for the drawer in his nightstand. He rummaged a moment and withdrew a condom packet and a tube of lube. Then he started to get onto his hands and knees, but Luca stopped him.

  “No,” he said. “Stay on your back. I want to see your face while I make love to you.”

  Reese nodded and lay back down against the pillows. His cock was fully erect, a drop of pre-come at the slit. Unable to resist, Luca dipped his head and licked away the salty drop. Reese moaned.

  Luca pulled away and tore open the condom packet. Tossing the wrapper aside, he slid the pre-lubricated condom over his shaft and then squirted some extra lube onto his fingers. Crouching between Reese’s bent knees, he stroked the tiny opening between Reese’s ass cheeks and then slid his finger into its tight, hot clutch.

  He slipped a second finger in alongside the first, gently stretching the hole as the muscles relaxed. Satisfied Reese was ready, he slid a pillow beneath Reese’s bottom to give him easier access. Then, his eyes on Reese’s handsome face, he positioned himself between his legs and pressed the head of his cock against Reese’s tight opening.

  He slid in easily, moving slowly and carefully as Reese’s body adjusted to his girth. When he was all the way inside, he began to move, thrusting gently at first and then faster as his excitement mounted. The sensation was heavenly, made triply so by being able to see Reese’s eyes staring into his own. His pupils were huge, leaving only a rim of deep blue around the edges.

  Keeping himself balanced on one arm, Luca spit into his free hand and then gripped Reese’s hot, bobbing shaft. As he eased in and out of his lover, he stroked him, his movements matching that of his hips until he fell into a kind of musical, hypnotic rhythm.

  Because he’d just come, he was able to hold on longer this time. He focused on Reese’s pleasure, thrilling to his sexy moans and sighs. It wasn’t long before Reese began to pant, thrusting upwards to meet Luca’s cock with each stroke.

  “Oh, god,” Reese cried, his voice cracking. “Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooooh…” His body tensed a moment and then he erupted, spurting in a single, long stream of creamy white against his flat, tan stomach.

  That was all it took to send Luca over his own edge. He ejaculated moments later with a deep, feral moan. When he could catch his breath, he pulled out carefully and removed the spent condom, dropping it in the small trashcan by the bed.

  Reese lay still, his face and chest covered in a light sheen of perspiration, his eyes closed, a sweet, sexy smile on his lips. Luca leaned over him and lapped up the salty-sweet come from his smooth skin. Then he collapsed beside him, his limbs rubbery from exertion.

  They both lay still for a long while. Luca drifted pleasantly in an endorphin-induced fog.

  “Hey, Luca. Guess what?”

  Luca opened his eyes and turned his head toward Reese, who was regarding him with a smile. “What?”

  “Ever since you took down that riding crop, you haven’t stuttered at all. Not once.”

  Luca grinned. “Oh, yeah?” Then, doing it on purpose, he added, “C-c-cool.”

  They both laughed.

  Luca was restless Tuesday afternoon at his desk, unable to concentrate. He kept daydreaming about the amazing sex with Reese the night before. The scene with the riding crop had blown his mind. He’d had fantasies like that—where he was the big, strong guy, totally in control of another man’s pleasure and erotic pain, but he’d barely acknowledged those desires to himself, much less to another person.

  He was in awe of Reese’s ability to submit as he had. It had to take courage to allow yourself to be so vulnerable. The vision of Reese lying over his lap, the sound of the leather smacking his reddening ass, the feel of his erection hard against Luca’s thigh…

  Shit, Luca was sporting his own erection now. He glanced around the office, glad for the partial privacy of the divider screen. He tried halfheartedly to refocus on his latest programming challenge, but his mind refused to engage, slipping back into fantasies of what they might do that night when they got together. Did Reese have any other BDSM toys? Was there a training manual Luca could access on how to be a good Dom?

  His fingers very nearly did a search on Google, but he managed to stop himself in time. No way did he want that kind of search coming up in his work computer history, whether anyone was checking or not. And, if he were completely honest with himself, he didn’t need a manual. He knew exactly what to do.

  He shut down his computer, deciding to call it a day. He would have loved to go straight to Reese’s bed and have a repeat of the night before, but Reese was out and about somewhere doing whatever it was the sales staff did. Luca powered down his computer and let the office manager know he was leaving for the day.

  In the parking lot, he opened his phone and did a search on BDSM fetish stores in Denver. The best reviews were for a shop on East Virginia Avenue. He popped the address into Google Maps and set out in that direction.

  The place didn’t look like much. It was in a small, freestanding building made of crumbling brick. There were vacant-eyed mannequins in the window of the shop dressed in leather gear, whips dangling from their plastic hands. Parking was in the back. Luca climbed out of his car and walked to the back entrance.

  The smell of leather hit him as he entered. He breathed it in, enjoying the scent. The place was bigger inside than it had looked from outside. There were racks and racks of fetish clothing, along with shelves piled with sex toys, handcuffs, ball gags and any number of things Luca had no name for. But what really grabbed his attention was the huge display of whips and floggers hung along one wall.

  He stared up at the toys in awe, imagining what it would be like to use that single tail or that huge flogger on Reese’s perfect ass. There was a small flogger at eye level that especially caught his attention. It was shi
ny black with easily a dozen tresses hanging from a complex leather knot at the base of the leather-covered handle.

  He reached for the flogger, lifting it carefully from its hook to examine. The handle was heavier than he expected, weighted in some way. He ran his fingers through the tresses, shivering slightly with pleasure as he drew the deceptively soft leather under his nose.

  “Nice, huh?”

  The woman’s voice startled him and he nearly dropped the whip. “What? Oh.” Luca stared down at the flogger as if he had no idea how it had appeared in his hand, his face heating. Then he got ahold of himself. He was in a fetish shop, for heaven’s sake. No need to be embarrassed.

  Meeting the young woman’s eye, he nodded. “Very nice. I like the way it feels in my hand.”

  She was in her early twenties, dark skinned with elaborately braided hair and large, almond-shaped eyes heavily rimmed with kohl, a delicate gold ring in her left nostril, another on her eyebrow. She was dressed in a pink satin bustier that pushed her small breasts up and together, over a very short black leather skirt. Her long legs were bare, her feet shod in stiletto heels. “I like the way it feels on my butt,” she laughed. “I’m Aisha. This is my shop. I own it with Master Brad. He owns me,” she added with a wink. “Know him?”

  “Uh, no,” Luca said, mildly shocked at how easily she shared all that. Owned by her Master? Obviously, it was symbolic ownership, but a very intriguing concept. Master Luca… It had a nice ring to it, especially if Reese were the one saying it while on his knees…

  “You picked one of my favorite pieces,” Aisha said, pulling him from his brief fantasy. “It’s pricey, but trust me, totally worth it. You looking to expand your collection?”

  Luca grinned. “Yeah, you could say that. S-s-seeing as this would be my first piece.”

  “Good for you,” Aisha said enthusiastically. “Welcome to the delicious, delightful world of BDSM. A flogger is a good first whip, because you can’t really do much damage with it. It’s more about sensuality than erotic pain. Do you know how to use it?”

 

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