I caught his lips, kissing him thoroughly this time. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
“Okay,” he murmured, looking abashed. “Thank you.”
I climbed out of bed, snatched up my jeans and T-shirt from the night before, and tossed them in the hamper. “We’ll put those in the washer, if you want. I’ve got some sweats. They’ll be big, but we can tie them if you want to get dressed.”
He hesitated, holding his jeans and T-shirt. He bit his lip and looked up at me without answering.
“Okay, I’m going to have to lay down a few rules, I guess. Number one, if I ask your opinion, you have two possible answers.” I held up one finger. “One, your actual opinion. Not what you think I want to hear, but what you want.” I held up a second finger. “Or two, that you don’t have an opinion, but only if you truly don’t have one. I will never get upset at you for what you want.”
He looked relieved. “Yes, Master. I-I don’t have an opinion on this. What would you like me to do?”
“All right. I’ll accept that. In this case, then, I want you naked.” I liked the small smile on his face my order brought out. “I like looking at your body. I’d rather keep the house warmer and be able to look at it.” He blushed and I grinned, then sobered. “Rule number two is that lip biting has to go. Since I’ve said this more than once already, I think you need correction. Since you’re sore and pain isn’t pleasure for you right now, I’m going to swat you for it. Five each time you do it. Got me?”
He nodded and swallowed. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll try harder.”
“I know you will. Now.” I waved my hand toward the bed, and he braced himself on the end, pushing his ass out. “Count them.” I rubbed his ass cheeks briefly, then brought my hand down hard on the left cheek.
He grunted. “One. Thank you, Master.” He jumped with each hit, his voice getting more strained with every count. By the time I’d delivered four, he was near tears. The fifth one, I gave to both cheeks, causing him to jump even harder. “Five.” His voice caught on an almost sob. “Thank you, Master.” He whimpered quietly.
I could tell he wanted to rub his ass, but I took his wrists in hand. I pulled him to me and kissed him. “Why did I do that?”
“I was biting my lip when you told me not to.” He hiccupped. “More than once, you’ve asked me to stop.”
I rubbed my hand over his ass, not gently to soothe, and squeezed slightly. He whimpered again, rocking against me. “You going to bite it anymore?”
He shook his head quickly. “No, Master. I’m sorry.”
“Good, forgiven. Now, it’s over. You were amazing, boy.” I caught his lips in a long kiss. He melted into me and I savored holding him close. When we broke apart, I looked into his deep green eyes. “How are you emotionally?”
He swallowed and appeared to consider it carefully. “I’m not sure yet. I… I do want to be close. To touch.”
I nodded, satisfied for now. “Well, I’m happy to have you close.” I nuzzled his face and held him for a long moment.
He smiled, and with one more quick kiss, I stepped away and pulled out sweats and a T-shirt. I looked over him, loving the red ass I’d given him, the welts on his legs, the way the marks stood out against the rest of his pale body. His lean muscles gave him definition in all the right ways. My boy wasn’t some skinny twink. He could take anything I gave him, and it made my dick twitch thinking about it. His big green eyes, messy brown hair, and pixie face were going to steal my heart, I knew it. The thought made me want to keep him forever. God, he was beautiful.
“If you get cold, you tell me.”
He nodded. “I will, Sir.”
I realized as I grabbed my hamper to take it downstairs how easily I’d just stepped into the Master role with him. Not just his Dom, but a full-on
Master
. I didn’t even really give him much choice. True, he still wore my collar, and he’d asked for it back the night before when he’d been given a chance to leave it off. But even so, I couldn’t just go around making rules and demands without talking to him first. Whether it was for a couple of days or more, it wasn’t up to me to simply pass edicts, Master or not.
I had him put his clothes in the hamper, then led him out into the hall. I pointed at the two doors opposite the master bedroom. “On the left is the guest room. It used to belong to a roommate, but I’m alone now. Next to it is my small home gym.”
He raised his eyebrows. “May I see it, Sir?”
“Sure.” I crossed the hall and pushed open the door. “Nothing fancy. But a lot of the gym rats annoyed me, so I got my own stuff. Weight bench, treadmill, a few free weights were enough for me. I didn’t need a lot of the fancy stuff at the gym anyway.” I pointed to the TV on the wall. “I can admit I get bored on the treadmill.”
He laughed. “You have music too?”
I pointed to the speaker on a shelf mounted behind the weight bench. “Speaker dock. I have an iPod I got just for the car and in here. I’m not a fan of Apple products, but….” I shrugged.
He nodded. “There’s a gym in my building, but I always get weird looks because I don’t work out to bulk up. I’m usually on the treadmill or down in the pool. And yeah… iPod for a few things, that’s it.” He grinned and I returned it.
“I thought I pegged you for a runner or swimmer.”
He blushed. “How?”
“Those legs. And your ass.”
His blush deepened. “Uh, thanks.”
I chuckled and kissed him, then led him to the last set of doors on that floor. I glanced at him, then pushed them open. “This hasn’t been used in two years. I hope to change that, now.” I flipped a switch and the wall sconces turned on. The light wasn’t bright, deliberately, coming from several fixtures set around the room. A simple metal-framed double bed sat in one corner. A St. Andrew’s Cross that I’d built myself took up another. The corner opposite the Cross held a spanking bench, also made by me. Between the two, a cabinet covered the window and held most of my toys, lube, and the like. I had hooks on the wall for some of my ropes and most of my impact implements, including some of my floggers, paddles, crops, and straps. A tall can holding my canes sat on the floor next to the cabinet. Mirrors reflected the back of the Cross and spanking bench so I could see my sub’s face no matter how I had him arranged. The floor was covered in a deep red carpet, and the exposed beams had been finished. In the center of the room, I had heavy bolts fixed in the ceiling where I could hang the sling I kept in the closet, or hook chain and cuffs, among other things.
Kyle gasped and I looked over at him, grinning at his wide eyes. “Wow.”
I pulled him against me, wrapping my arm around him. “I’d love to see you bound on that Cross, boy. Cock and balls where I can torment them. Hmm?”
“Oh fuck yes, Sir.” He nearly moaned.
I smiled. “When you’re healed.” I kissed his temple, flipped the switch, and closed the doors. “Why don’t I show you the first floor? I don’t think you saw much of it last night.” I grinned. “If I recall correctly, you were wrapped around me with your face in my neck when we got here.”
He blushed adorably again. “Uh, yeah, something like that,” he mumbled.
At the bottom of the stairs, I pointed to a door to the right. “My office. Nothing really exciting in there except my computer.” He raised his eyebrows, and I remembered he was a geek like me. So I led him to the door and opened it. “The rig I have here was originally a gaming machine.”
“Oh, nice!”
I chuckled. “Thanks. I used to be a gamer. Haven’t played much recently.”
“Really? What do you play?” He turned to me, tilting his head.
“Uh, first-person stuff, mostly. I did play a bit of World of Warcraft. But not a lot recently. I’ve been spending a lot of time at work.”
“Oh. I haven’t been in Azeroth in ages.” He gazed at my computer. “Three monitors. Really nice.”
I laughed. “Thanks. They’re kind of wasted these days.”
He shook his head. “Shame.”
“It is,” I agreed and led him back out to the big open room that held my living room and dining room. Off to the right was a fireplace, a large screen television mounted above it. Bookshelves flanked the hearth and stretched around the side to the other wall, interrupted by a window seat. The shelves ended where the dining room began, though my simple round wooden table and chairs set was hardly formal. The sofa and armchairs I had were more fluffy and comfortable than anything else. The coffee table used to be a pallet that I’d converted.
“I love this room,” Kyle murmured.
That made me smile again. “Thanks. I’m glad you like it.” I led him around the corner, waving toward the functional kitchen. “When I bought the place, the appliances were so old, they were that horrible pea green.” He shuddered and I chuckled. “Yeah. I basically ripped out the entire kitchen and started over. Stainless steel looks a
lot
better.”
He nodded. “It does. The microwave is the only thing that gets much action in my kitchen.” He blushed. “I’m not much of a cook. I want to learn, but cooking for one isn’t much fun.”
“I gotcha. I know the feeling.” I tilted my head toward the stove. “I’m looking forward to cooking for you. Let me get these started. You can make coffee, yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Coffee and I are best friends.”
With a grin I pointed at the fridge. “Coffee’s in the freezer.”
“I got it.” He paused, then blushed even darker and kissed me on the cheek before hurrying around the island toward the sink.
I smiled and watched him for a moment. I had to admit I liked seeing his naked, collared body in my kitchen. I shook my head at myself and went to start the laundry.
“TELL ME
you’re joking,” I said, still laughing.
Kyle shook his head, snickering. “Nope. He was
so
confused. I actually felt a little sorry for him.”
“Didn’t he see the Adam’s apple?”
“No! And the guy even tried to
tell
him! Mike just would not believe it! Finally she dragged both of us into the bathroom, lifted her skirt, and showed Mike the dick.” Kyle started snickering again. “Mike’s face was
priceless
. He kept looking from the guy’s dick, up to the face, then back to the dick. Then he’d look at me, open his mouth, close it, and do it all over again.”
I snorted, trying to get a hold of myself. “I think I feel worse for the queen.”
Kyle nodded. “I did! He was almost as confused as Mike. I don’t think he’d ever met anyone who flat refused to believe he was really a guy.”
“What was his name?”
“Sophia,” Kyle said. “Uh, and Tom, when he wasn’t in drag.”
“Don’t think I know him. That’s priceless.” I shook my head. “So what happened?”
“I think Mike’s brain just sort of checked out. Sophia, as surprised as she was, felt sorry for Mike’s confusion. So, she dropped to her knees—I’ve never seen
anyone
that graceful in a dress, male or female—unzipped his pants, then looked up at him and said, ‘Tell me to stop now.’ Mike, confused or not, is no fool. He’s not about to turn down a blow job. Especially if he could pretend it was a woman.” He chuckled again. “It was hot but weird. I don’t do women at all. So while I knew it was a guy, knew he had a dick under that dress, it
looked
like a woman blowing Mike.”
“Wow. That must have been something.”
“No doubt. He had this total existential meltdown—Mike, I mean. He spent the next three weeks trying to figure out if he was bi because a drag queen blew him.”
“Oh shit,” I said, snorting. “I take it he decided he was still straight?”
“Yeah. When I offered to blow him to help him clear it up, he looked kind of freaked out at first. Then grinned because he figured it meant he was straight. I didn’t have the heart to tell him he probably just wasn’t attracted to me.”
“He probably had enough,” I agreed.
Kyle picked up the last piece of bacon and took a bite, and I tilted my head, watching him.
“You know, you’re too far away over there.”
He blinked at me, raising his eyebrows. “I’m only a couple of feet away,” he pointed out, fighting a grin.
“True,” I conceded. “But that’s still too far. You should be in my lap.”
His eyes twinkled, grin threatening to break free. “I’m not sure that chair can hold both of us.”
Oh, he was
playing
with me. I loved it. “Are you talking back to me, boy?”
“Oh, Sir, I wouldn’t
dream
of talking back to you!”
Yeah, he was playing. I smirked. “I think you
do
want to be here, but stretched across my lap with your ass up, my hand warming it, is that it?”
“I don’t know, Master. Am I being bad?” he asked, then looked at me and very deliberately bit his lip.
My cock jumped and I crooked a finger. “Oh, you know you are. Over my lap, boy,” I growled.
He stood and I saw his dick was already at half-mast and filling quickly. I pushed my chair back, and he leaned over, arranging himself across my legs. I made sure his now-hard cock was between my thighs. I placed my left hand on his back to help hold him in place and ran my right hand lightly over his ass. “At this rate, your ass is going to be permanently red.”
He whimpered a little, but I could hear more excitement than anything.
“Does that excite you?” I whispered, and he nodded. “I could keep it red. Make sure your ass is always at least slightly sore.”
Another whimper. He shifted. Anxious.
“How many do you get for biting that lip, boy?”
“Five, Master,” he said, voice a bit shaky.
“And how many should I give you for talking back to me?”
He hesitated and looked up at me. “Five, Master?” That look was entirely too innocent.
“I think ten for talking back should do it,” I said, and his eyes widened, but his cock jumped between my legs and his face was reddening with excitement.
“Yes, Master,” he moaned.
I paused, rubbing his ass again. “Do I have to tell you, you don’t have permission to come?”
He shook his head. “No, Master.”
“I don’t care how close you are. You
will
hold it back, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master, I won’t come.”
“Because if you come without permission, I’ll give you ten more hard swats.”