“I don’t like the way that one feels,” Kyle said softly.
“This is your punishment paddle?” I asked in awe.
He cleared his throat, eyes fixed on his ankle. “I thought… I really like the other one, how it feels, and you have to try so hard to make it so I don’t when you punish me, and—”
I couldn’t get over how much thought he put into the gift. “I love it, baby. Thank you.” His head snapped up and his eyebrows rose. I nodded. “This is a wonderful gift.” I leaned forward and caught his lips in a firm kiss. “Thank you.”
He blushed again. “I’m really glad you like it. You’re welcome.”
One of his gifts was absolutely last. Of the other two, I debated for a long moment, then went for the smaller one. I handed it over and watched him tear the paper.
He held up the replica Key to Erebor from
The Hobbit
movies and cheered. “I wanted one of these! I kept telling myself to order it and never got around to it! Awesome.”
I laughed and hugged him when he launched himself at me. “I’m glad you like it.” I kissed his cheek when he pulled back, then accepted the next gift. This one was remarkably smaller than the paddle and much more cube-shaped. I tore the paper and opened the little box to pull out a small statue of a Night Elf. It looked like… “Your character?” I asked, looking up and grinning.
He nodded. “Not exactly, or anything. But, uh, same model as mine, same hair and facial structure and skin color and stuff. I thought you might like it for your shelf in your office.” He waved a hand toward the front of the house.
“Can I take it to work?”
His mouth fell open. “You want to take it to work?”
“Yeah. It’d be perfect on my desk there. It’ll go great next to your picture.”
“You… you have a picture of me on your desk?”
I blinked at his shock. “Sure, baby. I had one of the pictures printed that I took of you on my phone. Got it framed.”
He sat in silence for a long moment, his face unreadable. “I… that’s… wow.” He shook his head and looked up at me. “I have you on mine too.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” I leaned in again and kissed him. I didn’t have to ask why he was so shocked. I’d have to take a picture of my desk and send it to him. “Okay, let me see,” I said, though I knew full well which one I was giving him next. I handed the box over and grinned as he unwrapped it.
He frowned at another nondescript box and his cock jumped. He obviously figured out it was another kinky gift. He licked his lips and opened the box, eyebrows going up at the little oblong blue thing inside. “It’s… uh… what is it?” He scrunched his eyebrows, puzzled.
My grin was more than a little evil. “It’s a vibrator. Remote control.”
He looked down into the box, but there was nothing else but papers.
“It’s Bluetooth,” I clarified.
His head snapped up. “It’s… what?”
“It’s Bluetooth. It pairs to your phone. You install an app, and I can send it commands to go off. From anywhere I am.”
His eyes widened to huge pools and his cock started to fill again. “Oh my.”
“So, no matter where you are, if your phone is on… I can tease you.”
“Oh, wow.” He stared at it, then at me. “I, uh….” He cleared his throat. “I can’t wait to try it.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you like the idea. We’ll make sure it works before you go.”
His cock strained against the ring, and he groaned, looking down at it. “I obviously like that idea.”
“Good,” I said, making sure he saw my smile.
He took one of the last two of his presents out and handed it to me. My smile got even bigger when I opened it. Six ornaments from our game. Two of the symbols and four figures. “Oh, this is awesome!”
He beamed. “I’m glad you like it. I didn’t know if, well, most of your ornaments are really simple, but I thought, since the one we picked out wasn’t really basic….”
“I think they’re great. They’re perfect for us. We’ll leave the tree up for a while yet so we can hang them.”
This obviously pleased him, based on the expression on his face. I pulled out his last gift and handed him the oblong box and tried not to hold my breath while he opened it.
He grinned again and tore opened the paper. When he lifted the lid, his mouth dropped open again, his face a picture of pure shock. “Mal, are these…?”
I nodded. “They’re replicas of Tauriel’s blades, like you mentioned. But the Elvish engraving is your name, translated.”
His eyes grew huge, and he ran a finger lightly over the handle. “These… I…. Oh my God, Mal, they’re incredible.” The knot of worry loosened as he pulled one out of the box and held it up. “They’re sharp!”
“Yeah, so, uh, be careful with them.”
He laughed. “I think I can manage myself around sharp, pointy objects.”
I snorted. “When you put it that way….”
He shook his head and carefully laid the long dagger back in the box. Then he tugged the biggest gift from him out from under the tree and handed it to me. He licked his lips several times, his eyes glued to my face.
I took it from him and set it in my lap. I brushed a hand over it, but when he made a noise in the back of his throat, I pulled at the paper on the side. The box underneath was a simple brown cardboard, so I tore the rest of the paper quickly. The top of the box said, “Noble Collection.” I looked up at Kyle, who was watching me avidly. I looked back down and pulled open the box on top.
And it was my turn for the shock. I set the box on the floor and carefully lifted a piece out. Styrofoam fell away and I held it up, turning it this way and that to look at it from each angle.
The main part qualified as art all its own. Shaped like the walls of a castle, each side of the chessboard base had small alcoves to hold some of the pieces, six on each side.
Kyle bit his lip. Considering what I was doing, I let it go. “It’s… stunning,” I whispered almost reverently, looking back at it. I heard him release his breath.
The chessboard itself was made of etched glass. The bottom of the inside was a map of Middle-earth. A black box was in the cardboard one, and I took it out to find the pieces. “I’ve been eyeing this for a long time. It’s… I….”
“I got… this is
The Return of the King
version. I thought you’d appreciate it since it’s got Aragorn as the king and Sauron as the other one.”
I looked up at him again. Anyone who insisted we didn’t know each other this soon was going to get shot. He knew me. He might even know me now better than Blake had. “It’s perfect. You’re right, I do. I…. Thank you, baby.” I set it carefully to the side, along with the base, and hauled him into my lap. I caught his lips in a kiss I hoped he’d never be able to forget.
When we broke apart, he was smiling. “You’re welcome.”
I laughed. “You know what this means?”
“Hmm?”
“We’ll have to play some more chess.”
He paled and his cock filled. I grinned.
We tackled the ornaments first. The new ones filled in the empty spots we had left perfectly. I’d had him hang half of them, though he’d tried to insist it was for me, since they were my gift. I wanted him to really feel like this tree was
ours
,
not just mine. In the end, it was the right thing to do. His face when he hung the troll ornament filled me with warmth.
After they were in place, we ate lunch. I fed him a light ham sandwich and a few baby carrots. He’d told me he expected the dinner with his family to be kind of big. Besides, I had rather active plans for the afternoon yet before he had to go and didn’t want a too-full stomach getting in the way.
I’m ashamed to admit I lost the first game of chess. In fact, Kyle won pretty handily. I was too fascinated by the pieces and the board to pay attention to the game as I should have. So, I lost and ended up deciding we needed a second game. I wasn’t about to let him come without sufficient buildup to make sure it was
really
good.
Even with the loss in game one, I got a few good edges in on him, which turned out to be
very
entertaining with the ring he still wore. It turned out he could get hard, it just took a little longer. And hurt quite a bit, which for Kyle was a good, if frustrating, thing. I decided to test to see just how far I could push him with the Kali’s Teeth device on.
“Sit back a minute, boy,” I said, coming around the table and sitting next to him.
He leaned back on his hands, his legs spread wide, cock sitting up. He looked my way, keeping his eyes lowered. “Yes, Master?”
“I want to try something. If I push too far, call lemon, okay? I want to know how close I can get you to coming with this.”
He swallowed but said, “Yes, Master.”
“Good,” I said, taking his cock in hand. It was already red, I guessed because of the spikes digging in. When it was closed, there wasn’t a lot of room in the middle of the ring for his dick before the spikes dug. He definitely got hard, but they bit in. I’d worry about it except I knew what pain there did for him and, of course, I kept a close eye to make sure it didn’t cause any damage.
I stroked him, listening to his whimpers. His cock hardened even more, the veins standing up. It didn’t take much to make him nuts right now, but I was impressed with how well he was doing. If I’d spent more than a week being teased and denied as he had, I certainly wouldn’t be able to take this.
The thought of just how bad off he was made
my
cock fill.
I moved my hand a little faster, swiping my thumb over his tip and through the precum beading there. I saw him gritting his teeth as he struggled against his orgasm. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back when I tightened my grip. “Talk to me, boy.”
“Close, getting really close,” he spit out.
I kept my grip firm, strokes speeding up. He grunted, muscles straining.
“Oh God, Master. I’m….” He stopped, letting wordless moans out for a while. “I’m right there, Master,” he whined. “Need… oh God, need to come, Master.”
I sped up again and added a twist, swiping my thumb once more. His sounds became desperate, and I could easily see the strain as he fought to keep from thrusting. “You want to go over, boy?”
“Yes, Master. Can’t.”
Oh, I liked this little device. I let go of his cock and he groaned, loud and long. “Not yet, boy,” I said, my tone
slightly
evil. “Think we’ll play one more game of chess first.”
He groaned again. “Yes, Master.”
I couldn’t let the game be too easy on him, though. I reached down and cupped his balls. They even felt a bit swollen to me. I grinned and squeezed until he cried out, cock jumping and precum spurting.
“
Master
….”
“Soon, boy. Let’s set up.” I went back to my seat and gave him a moment to get himself together. He sat up a little while later and reset his pieces.
I’m pretty sure he didn’t let me win. Instead, I thought the ring was making concentration difficult. I was enough of a sadist to admit I liked that. So, when he lost his rook, I made him take five minutes to reach the edge. Friday night, that wouldn’t have been a big deal, but now a few strokes was all it took, so working himself for five full minutes felt like an eternity to him.
I captured every single pawn and had managed to get both rooks at five minutes each, both knights at ten minutes each, and one bishop at fifteen minutes. His poor cock looked
so
miserable. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But I knew how hard he was going to come.
By the time I captured his queen next, he had tears running down his cheeks and his cock was purple. I took pity on him and ended the game. “Bedroom, boy. Time to end this.”
The cry of relief went straight to my already-hard cock, making it strain against my shorts. Kyle jumped to his feet and nearly ran up the stairs.
I couldn’t be
too
nice. I still took my time following him.
AS SOON
as I stepped into the bedroom and saw him standing at the end of the bed, presenting, I shucked my shorts, yanked my T-shirt over my head, and stalked up behind him. I leaned in, nipping at the back of his neck and rubbing my hard cock along his crack. “Bend over,” I growled.
He obeyed immediately, and I worked the plug out of his ass. I was intensely grateful I’d had him wearing it. I didn’t know if I could wait long enough to prep him. His slick, stretched hole teased me, and I had to fight to hold back for just a little while longer.
I kept my head long enough to unlock the ring and remove all of it. I tossed the pieces aside, pulled him in, and caught his lips. He moaned, opening to me, and he strained against me as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I let my own sounds out as I tasted him. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of exploring his mouth, making him as crazy as I could.
I broke the kiss, both of us panting hard. “On the bed, on your back, legs spread, boy,” I rumbled, and he scrambled to do as I told him.
Stopping just long enough to grab the lube, I climbed onto the bed. I kept my eyes glued to his desperate expression as I popped open the cap. His gaze was fixed to my dick, widening as he watched me slick myself up. I’m pretty sure I heard a quiet whimper when I slowed down, teasing myself and, by extension, him.
But I needed to be inside him, needed to feel his heat surrounding me. I got into position, pausing with my cockhead at his entrance. I met his gaze, intending to thrust home, but the look in his eyes made me hesitate.
As worked up as he was, there was more awe and love in his gaze than lust. I swallowed at the expression, my desperate need calming slightly. I was going to pound into him hard, come deep in his ass, then tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore before I let him come.
While I still might do that to a point, my sadist was completely derailed. I wanted—no, needed—his pleasure more in that moment than I did to torment him. I still wanted to stretch it out a bit—he deserved the best possible end of his denial after all he’d given me—but I couldn’t make it about that torment anymore.
I leaned in and kissed him, keeping it soft but full. With our lips locked, I pushed in slowly instead of the hard thrust I’d planned. I still kept it steady; I
needed
to be buried completely inside of him.