“I’m just going to have to be a little late,” he growled, turning me around and pushing me up against the wall. “Ass out, boy.”
I did as he asked, and a moment later, his slicked cock nudged me. I didn’t even have time to wonder what he’d used. I was too busy moaning as he pushed into me. I saw him set the conditioner bottle down, and then he gripped my hips and started fucking me hard.
It didn’t take him long until he was groaning into my neck, unloading his balls into my ass. My own cock jumped, hungrier than ever, but I held my orgasm back. My balls were so tight, it nearly hurt. I was pretty sure he’d done his best to hit my prostate as much as possible. Even though he’d kept his hand off my cock, I’d gotten so close, it wasn’t funny.
“Good boy,” he praised as he struggled for breath. “So good. Your ass is so tight and you held back so well. I’m proud of you.”
It helped, the praise, though my cock wasn’t likely to calm down anytime soon. “Thank you, Master,” I mumbled, trying to breathe evenly and fight the frustration as the pleasure faded.
He stayed buried in me for another long moment, then pulled out slowly. “If I had a thicker plug, I’d make you wear it, just to make sure you kept my cum in you all day.” He parted my cheeks and pushed his thumbs into my asshole, stretching it open. “But since I don’t, I want to watch it drip out of your hole.” I worked my muscles, making sure I pushed it out, and he growled. “God, I love seeing that. Mine, boy. Only cum in your ass is mine.”
I whimpered, loving the possession. “Yes, Master. Only yours.”
He pushed his fingers into me, and I groaned as he brushed over my prostate. “No coming for you,” he reminded me, teasing me further.
I looked over my shoulder, my cock twitching at the heat in his eyes as he fingered my ass. “Yes, Master.” My toes curled on the tile as I fought the pleasure, feeling it grow again. I rested my forehead on the cool tile and tried to think of something to keep me from going crazy.
“Edge, boy. I want you there again before I’m done with you.”
I whimpered again but nodded and let myself get closer. He slipped his other hand around me and wrapped it around my cock. It took no time at all for me to approach orgasm. I struggled, letting myself get as close as I dared before shouting, “Now, Master!”
He let me go, and I fought to breathe through the frustration once more. He let me deal with it for a moment, then pulled me back against him. “Beautiful boy. You’ve pleased me well. Love seeing you frustrated for me.”
I whined low in my throat, the words keeping me aroused.
He gripped the base of my cock. “Whose cock is this, boy?”
“Yours, Master,” I answered without hesitation. “It—I belong to you.”
“That’s right, boy. This is
my
cock. Remember that. I get to choose when it feels pleasure and when it doesn’t. Isn’t that right, boy?”
“Yes, Master,” I moaned, his words doing more than his hand for driving me nuts. I felt so good, so owned and mastered. “My Master,” I whispered, without meaning to.
“Yours. Only yours, boy. My boy,” he replied, kissing me.
“Only yours,” I agreed.
The water started to cool, and we got out and dried each other off. Master made sure to tease my dick again before returning my collar to me. He fixed the clasp in the front and picked up the lock, but hesitated.
“Please?” I asked softly. He looked up, raising his eyebrows. I nodded. “It’ll sit low enough under my shirt.”
His smile made any remote possibility of awkward questions worth it. He pushed the lock through and clicked it shut, then brushed his fingers over it and kissed me thoroughly when he was done.
I sighed into it, feeling so much better with that thin leather locked around my neck.
When we came out of the bathroom, he smiled at me, and my eyebrows went up at the shyness of it. “So, I was hoping you’d ask me to stay. I brought a bag with clean clothes so I could leave from here.”
I grinned and nearly tackled him. “I’m
really
glad. Do you want me to go get it for you?”
He laughed. “No. How about some coffee, though? No way I’m making it into work this morning without it.” He hummed. “And maybe stay naked for a bit longer.”
“Okay, Master.” I kissed his cheek, then started down the stairs.
“Your ass is pretty, boy. Nice and red. How does it feel?”
“Hot and sore,” I replied, grinning.
He shook his head. “You know, eventually, I’m going to have to make up new rules just so you have something to possibly break.”
I laughed. “I’m sure there will be plenty for me to mess up.”
He swatted me gently as he passed. “I don’t know. You’re a good boy, baby. Already trying so hard.” He kissed me quickly, then snatched up his jeans and pulled them on. “I’ll be right back.”
My face was going to ache from the smiling. But that he thought that, believed I was already good, made me feel incredible. I concentrated on running the coffeemaker for a few moments, and then he was back, hanging bag over one arm, tiny duffle in hand. He didn’t bother going upstairs, simply stripped out of his jeans and dressed right in front of me.
I watched; I couldn’t help it. He was gorgeous, and the way his muscles moved and bunched just from something as simple as getting dressed had drool collecting in my mouth. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that this god wanted me.
The coffeemaker gurgled, and I turned my attention to pouring. I set the cups on the bar, came around, and pulled one of the stools out and sat before I thought about it. I winced again as my ass came in contact with rough fabric.
Master just grinned at me. “Guess you’ll have something to think about today.”
I nodded, rolling my eyes. “Gonna be hard not to,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee.
He took the stool next to me and lifted his own mug. When he’d downed nearly half of it, he looked at me and sighed. “I’m afraid I’ve got a full schedule the next few days. I have a couple of business dinners, I’m working on hiring a new tech, and I have more day meetings than should be legal in one week.”
I laughed. “I’m sorry to hear it.”
“Well, I really wish I could rearrange some of it, but I guess there’s a push to get some things done before the end of the year. That said, I won’t be able to text quite as much, but I still want to hear from you. I just don’t want you to worry if I can’t reply.”
I smiled, grateful he was telling me. “I understand. I mean, I don’t run a company, but I get it. Thank you for saying something.”
He looked relieved and nodded. “I still plan to give you a task or two.”
“Yes!” I said before I could stop myself.
He laughed. “Good. For one… I like the ribbon on your balls. Wear it all week.”
I smiled. “Yes, Master.”
“Same rules as always. And for the rest of the week, at least, no masturbating and, of course, no orgasms. I know you don’t like orgasm denial as a punishment, so try to think of it as for my pleasure, not a punishment.” He hesitated, and the look he gave me had my half-hard dick filling again. “And it will be my pleasure. I’ll jack off at least a few times, knowing just how frustrated you are, knowing your balls are getting full and heavy for me.” He smiled, and the wickedness in it made precum spurt from my cock. “Think you can do that?”
I hesitated, swallowed, then said, “Yes, I can do that. Will I be teased?”
“Oh yes, boy. It’s not just about not getting off.”
I gulped but nodded. “Okay.”
His grin was a little too evil for my comfort. “In fact, today, I want you to go to the bathroom at least every two hours and edge.”
I couldn’t help my whimper. “Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “Now… I was wondering if you would be interested in spending the weekend with me.”
My eyes widened and I looked up at him. “Really?”
He smiled. “Yes. I’d like to take you to the Asylum on Friday. The alternative lifestyles group is one of the groups meeting, and I’d like to show you off.”
I blinked at him. “You… want to show me off?”
He nodded. “Is that a problem, boy?”
I shook my head quickly. “No, Master! I just….” I blushed. “Thank you, Master. It’s… nice that you think I’m good enough to show off.” I ended up mumbling most of that.
“Oh, boy… you’re more than good enough.” He grinned. “It’s settled, then. I’d also like to take you to my family for dinner on Sunday.”
I nearly choked on my coffee. “So soon?”
He tilted his head, frowning. “We don’t have to.”
“I just….” I shook my head. “You really want me to meet them?”
“Yes, Kyle. I do.”
I swallowed and took a breath. “I… okay. Yes. I… want to go.”
He beamed at me. “Okay, then.” He glanced at the clock. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll text you later. Also… watch your e-mail for instructions for Friday night.”
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled me off the stool until I was standing between his legs and kissed me, making it deep and thorough. His hands landed on my ass and squeezed. I moaned into the kiss, bucking into him. My cock hardened again fast, and when he pulled away, grin quite evil, I pouted. “Good boy,” he said, grin spreading. “I like leaving you nice and hard.”
I sighed and stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh. His reply was a swat on my ass.
I helped him gather his things, and he kissed me once more before he left. I leaned against the door when he was gone and dropped my face into my hands. The next few days were going to be torture, and not just because of my denial.
It was time to admit the truth to myself.
I was in love with him.
I had no doubt whatsoever that’s what I was feeling. The want to be with him all the time, the way my heart started pounding when he looked at me in just the right way, the way I felt…
right
when he held me. I loved him.
Finally admitting it to myself felt better than I thought it would. I was still afraid; there was so much that could go wrong. So admitting it was great, but in the end, it didn’t help all that much because I still didn’t know what to do with the knowledge.
Mal
THE LAST
three days had felt like the longest of my life. I knew that was a little crazy. At thirty-one years old, I’m sure I had longer-feeling spans of time, not the least of which involved the days before Christmas when I was a kid. But right now, it felt as if the clock was mocking me and going backward instead of forward.
I was being ridiculous and I knew it. But love wasn’t rational, and over that three-day time without him, I’d finally recognized my feelings for what they were. Somewhere in there, I also realized I was going to have to be the one to say it first.
I knew Kyle was afraid. He’d had too many people not want him, including the two who were supposed to want him no matter what: his parents. I’d heard plenty about how much they cared about what he looked like around their friends and associates, or what his grades were, or if he took the right classes. But when it came to caring about
him
—though he hadn’t said it, I’d heard it loud and clear—they didn’t give a rat’s ass about their only child.
He’d told me about his aborted attempts at dating, and how he’d never managed to get someone interested in a second one. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. The only thing I could think of was that he was just looking in the wrong places—until the Asylum, when I was lucky enough to win his auction. If I had anything to say about it, he’d never have to go looking again.
I sat back in my chair, rubbing my face, then glanced at the clock on my computer. Friday afternoon, I had two hours left, and if I didn’t have a meeting in half an hour, I’d finish my report, give up on the rest, and take off. I was getting absolutely nothing done.
I
had
managed to find a tech, so that part was taken care of. Half the meetings had been a waste of my time, which didn’t help my mood. And I’d been relegated to catching Kyle at odd times on text and little else. I still gave him the tasks I told him I would. I’d kept my promise to tease him with the results of jacking off. And I’d even managed to order and have delivered the things I wanted him to wear tonight. But outside of that, I’d had little contact with him, and it was driving me nuts. I’d apologized more than once, and he’d assured me he understood and wasn’t worried. I still felt bad. And
I
wanted more contact than we had.
I missed my boy.
I missed
Kyle
.
THE REPORT
took longer than I’d liked, but an hour later, I’d cancelled the meeting, the client had a plan for cleaning up their security, and I was finally able to leave the office. I took an extra few minutes in the shower, letting the hot water work through the muscles in my neck and back, trying to wash some of the week’s stress down the drain. I wanted, needed, to be at my best tonight.
I spent extra time on my appearance, shaving closely and dressing carefully. I told Kyle I wanted to show him off tonight, but I also wanted him to be proud to be with me. Just because I was a Dom didn’t guarantee a damned thing, as Kyle had already learned the hard way.
When I was satisfied the snug black leather pants, matching open vest, and motorcycle boots would do, and my hair had been—somewhat—tamed, I went into the playroom. Here, I had to pause. I didn’t plan to play tonight, not at the club. I wanted to bring Kyle here and play with him in private.
But I’d learned long ago, even though I’d never been a Boy Scout, being prepared for anything was never a bad idea. I pulled my club bag out, checked to make sure the condoms, lube, and the like would be enough, then moved over to the cabinet with my toys. I considered my options for a few minutes, thinking through what we could do if we decided to play.
Kyle had liked the cane I’d used, so that went in the bag first. My favorite flogger found its spot on my belt next. As I studied the possibilities, a few ideas began to form, and in no time, my bag was ready.
I was a few minutes early, but I didn’t think Kyle would mind. I grabbed the bag I had for him off the seat and went into the building. I wasn’t alone in the elevator, which annoyed me. Since Kyle was the only one on his floor, if the guy next to me knew him, there’d be no doubt where I was going. It couldn’t be helped, and though I was wearing leather pants, my jacket covered the rest, so it was doubtful the guy had any idea why I’d be going to Kyle’s loft.