I blinked at him, but smiled gratefully as he spread it over me. “Thank you.”
“That’s something else I’m going to insist on. We talk. Always. I want to know what’s going on. If you’re cold, tell me. If something isn’t working for you, that’s what ‘yellow’ is for.”
“Lemon,” I said, biting my lip.
“That’s your yellow?”
I nodded.
“Good. Do you have others?”
“Cherry for red. I, uh, made the mistake of commenting on how red my ass was once and the scene stopped, killing any chance of subspace and making a mess.”
He laughed. “I can see how that might screw things up. Very well. Cherry and lemon.”
I bit my lip again, trying to think of what else to ask, and he reached out and pulled it from between my teeth.
“Those lips need to be taken care of. The only abuse they ought to take is with my lips or my cock.”
God
, the casual way he said stuff like that. If he kept it up, I was afraid I’d end the evening with a big white mess in my jock before we got started.
I remembered one question, and I was annoyed with myself for not asking sooner. “Do you have a preferred title?”
“I like Master, but if you forget that, as long as you still address me as ‘Sir,’ I’ll let it go. I prefer ‘boy’ for you. Is there any problem with that?”
I shook my head quickly. “No. I like that, Master.”
“I think we’ll get along fine. Now, a few more things before we play. I don’t want surprises. CBT?”
“Yes, please,” I said quickly and he laughed. I loved having my cock and balls tormented and hoped he was willing to indulge.
“Good, one of my favorites. Okay. Cock rings?”
I nodded.
“Orgasm control and denial?”
“OhGodyes,” I groaned before I could stop myself.
He grinned. “That’s
definitely
one of my favorites.” He considered me. “Do you have any implements you truly don’t like?”
“Um… aside from the whips, no. There are some I haven’t felt, but nothing I know I don’t like. They would be soft limits.”
“Good, good. Bondage? Movement restriction?”
Again I nodded. “I actually like not being able to move. It lets me let go faster.”
“All right, then. I think I have a handle on it. Is there anything in particular you were hoping for tonight?”
I hesitated. The answer I liked to give had been received with sighs and annoyed looks more than a few times. But he said he wanted me to tell him, and I wasn’t going to lie. “Truthfully… I want to please you.” I couldn’t force my voice louder, but I was sure he could hear it.
When I managed to look at him again, I was surprised by the slightly crooked smile. “That’s the best answer you could give, boy.”
Relief flooded me and I took a breath.
His smile spread and he tilted his head. “Is there a problem?”
“I’ve, uh, gotten bad reactions to that response.”
“Well, they’re idiots,” he replied simply and shrugged a shoulder. “All right, then. Are you ready?”
I took a deep breath, then slid off the couch, knelt, and bowed my head. “Yes, Master.”
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and I nearly died when I felt a kiss to my hair. “Let’s go, boy.”
Mal
I GRABBED
the blanket and stuffed it under my arm, then collected my toy bag. I considered the available equipment and chose a spanking bench on the other side of Sammy and Cam. The area was probably as quiet and private as possible in an open dungeon, and as a bonus, a mirror reflected the side of the bench facing the wall.
“Present,” I ordered my boy when we stopped. He stayed with his legs braced apart, hands behind his back, and head bowed. I dropped the toy bag and blanket to the side and walked around him. “Spread your legs a bit more, shoulder width.” When he complied, I lifted his chin. “I want your face up. Keep your eyes lowered, but be proud of the beautiful boy you are.” He swallowed and I smiled, loving what my praise did for him. “You
are
beautiful,” I said, stepping up to his side, close enough for him to feel my heat but not touching.
“Th-Thank you, Master,” he whispered.
“From here out, no words. You may make any other sounds you need, but you’ll keep your words to yourself unless I ask a direct question. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” He swallowed again.
I gave in to temptation to run my hand down his chest, then brushed my fingertips over his nipple rings. “How long have you had these?”
“Six months, Master.”
“All healed, then?” I didn’t know exactly how long it took for that, but I wasn’t taking chances.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” I flipped one and tugged gently, happy when he struggled to stay still. He bit his lip, which I was sure was in an attempt to hold back words. “No more of that,” I said, tugging it free. “That is a habit you need to break, boy. You can hold your words in without it.”
He swallowed again and nodded in reply, since I hadn’t asked a question.
I loved the obedience. I walked around him again, running my hand over his lean muscles. His smooth skin felt good under my touch, and I couldn’t wait to mark it. I stopped in front of him, studying him a long moment. Then I cupped his face and gave in to need, crushing our lips together. He opened immediately, and I pushed my tongue in to taste. He was exquisite. I don’t think I’d ever tasted anything as wonderful. There was a sweetness I couldn’t place, mint that was undoubtedly toothpaste, but under it something else that I found absolutely addictive.
I slid my tongue along his, teasing and exploring. I felt the moan more than heard it, and it went straight to my already-straining cock. My leathers had never felt so tight, and his sinful mouth was only making it worse. I knew I was going to have to feel it somewhere else before we got started or there was no way I’d make it through.
I broke the kiss, both of us panting in an attempt to take in air. His eyes were glued to my mouth, and I loved the need on his face as he struggled to calm himself. I waited until I was sure he was steady on his feet, then stepped back.
“Take the jock off.” It was time to see all of him.
He hurried to comply and held it in his hand when he was finished. After I took it, he immediately went back into his presentation position. His cock was long and thin, curving slightly upward, wonderfully hard and red already. The thick silver ring twinkled at the end.
I touched it, glancing up at his face, then back to the ring. “Is it healed, boy?”
“Yes, Master,” he said breathlessly, and I spun it and tugged a bit. He moaned, slightly louder this time, rocking with the pull but otherwise straining visibly to keep still.
“Good,” I purred. I let go, giving him a chance to recover as I went to my bag and dug around. I pulled out the new, simple black leather collar I’d purchased. I’d had no idea if I’d put it on someone, even for the night, but I wasn’t going to give them Blake’s. It was still in a box on the closet shelf, the leftovers of my life with him, but I didn’t want to bring him into anything new. I moved back in front of Kyle. “I’d like to put this on you, for tonight, while we’re here. But I want to hear you tell me you want it.”
His eyes met mine ever so briefly, and he took a breath and spoke in a murmur. “I want your collar very much, Master.”
God, I wanted him to want it for more than one night. How ridiculous was that? We’d met less than an hour ago. I’d bought him in an auction. We hadn’t talked about anything but limits and safety. But I did want it, and as I buckled the collar around his neck, I imagined doing it for good. I knew, however, that if I did, I wouldn’t be putting a piece of simple black leather on him. He deserved something as beautiful as he was—in platinum, maybe. With a tag in front with my name on it.
Just the thought got me even harder.
I ran a fingertip over it, then stepped back again. “Think you can get these pants open with your mouth, boy?”
A shiver ran through him and he swallowed. “Yes, Master.” His breathless voice showed his eagerness, and I put my hand on his head, urging him to kneel.
“On your knees, then, boy, and show me what you can do.”
With a soft moan, he dropped immediately and leaned forward. I was surprised—and more than a little aroused—when he had the button open seconds later. Then he grasped the zipper with his teeth, and a moment beyond that, my cock sprung free. I helped him enough to release my balls too, then brushed his hair back. He glanced toward my face briefly, and I realized he was waiting for permission.
I smiled. “Go ahead, boy. Show me what that mouth can do.”
I expected him to try to swallow me first thing, just to prove he could. And I wasn’t going to lie and say I wouldn’t want that. But I wasn’t a small guy and I knew it.
He didn’t, though. He surprised me by brushing his lips over the head, then running his tongue down one side and back up the other. He stopped to nuzzle and kiss each of my balls, then mouthed them gently. There was no doubt he knew what he was doing, and I moaned as he ran his tongue along the bottom again on his way back to the tip of my cock. He teased the spot under the crown, then traced the vein to the base and back before finally wrapping his lips around the tip.
“Sinful” didn’t come close. His mouth was devastating. It took every bit of control I had not to thrust into the back of his throat and unload in about a minute flat. I threaded the fingers of one hand through his hair, though, and held him still, easing slowly forward, then back out, taking control.
His cock jumped, and I knew he wanted to give over that control as much as I wanted to take it. The knowledge that he was as submissive as I’d hoped, that I
could
still recognize it, settled into me, pushing the last of my worries to the back, at least for now.
He flicked his eyes up toward my face, then dropped them again, and I ran a thumb over one cheek. “You can look at me, boy. I like to see your eyes while I fuck your face.”
He moaned around my cock, and his deep green eyes met mine. I could get lost in them for hours, I was sure. Our gazes stayed locked as I slid my other hand into his hair and held him still, thrusting again. He thanked me with another moan, and my balls were already drawing up over it.
It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, but even so, I was not about to disgrace myself in front of my new sub by coming so fast. I gripped his hair in one hand, pulled out, and traced his now-red lips with the tip, teasing him with it. It gave me the opportunity to grip the base tightly and ease back from the edge I’d been approaching way too quickly.
When I’d calmed down enough to not go off, I thrust between his lips, then pulled out again, teasing him more and drawing a new moan from him. I did this a few more times, loving the look of need on his face, the arousal so full in his eyes. I hovered just outside his mouth, my gaze locked to his. He saw my intention just before I followed through. I thrust back into his mouth, going all the way to hit the back of his throat, and he took it without flinching.
His lips closed around me and he hollowed his cheeks, sucking, and all my attempts at regaining control almost flew out the window. Fuck, but this boy was good. I was—ridiculously—briefly jealous of whoever taught him this.
I put it aside and took over again, holding his head in both hands as I pulled out slowly, then thrust back in. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. I reminded myself this was certainly not the end of the night, so I let my body’s instincts encourage me. I started fucking his face in earnest, and when the first tears spilled down his cheeks from my cock hitting the back of his throat, my balls drew up again.
He still tried to keep up with me, his tongue dancing over my length, and when I thrust again, he relaxed his throat, taking my cock all the way in, his nose touching skin and shocking the hell out of me. I gritted my teeth and held it there, the feel of him swallowing around my cock driving me to the edge. I waited until I saw him start to struggle, then I pulled out, thrust shallowly a few times, then pushed all the way in again. This time, when he swallowed around me, I lost it.
My orgasm hit hard and fast, the pleasure so full it pulled a low growl from my throat. “Fuck, boy!” I groaned, unloading my balls down his throat. I held him still, firmly buried in his throat, letting my cock twitch for another long moment. I could see him fighting his body’s struggle for air. Finally, I let him go.
He coughed lightly as I pulled out, but dove in right away and cleaned me off with his tongue.
That alone made my cock want to revive already. “Up here, boy,” I said, and he smoothly got to his feet and right back into presentation position. I was impressed that he didn’t break position even to wipe the drool from his chin. I snatched up a paper towel from the roll on the little table next to us and wiped him down myself. Then I yanked him in and caught his lips in a rough kiss.
He moaned and returned it, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him against me. I loved tasting myself on his tongue, and my cock twitched again.
When we broke apart, panting, I cupped his face in one hand. “You have a very talented mouth, boy.” I wanted to say something like,
and I better be the only one who ever feels it again
, or something equally possessive, but I didn’t have that right.
I hoped I’d get the chance, though.
His face lit up at the praise, cheeks turning pink. I kissed one, then let him go, again making sure he was steady. “Present,” I said, turning to my bag once more. I hoped I had a chance to play with him in my own dungeon, because I missed having everything where I wanted it. I shook the thought off and pulled out the next strip of leather, much shorter and thinner than the collar. I stepped up to him, wrapped it around his cock and sac, and fixed it in place snugly. “Do I have to tell you to ask permission for your orgasm, boy?”
“No, Master,” he said, swallowing.
“Good. This will help, but I’m sure you know it won’t stop it. That’s on you.”
He nodded, and I gave his pretty cock a few firm strokes until he moaned. Then I took the next piece I had, a wide leather cuff, and snapped it around his sac, stretching the skin. “Wish I’d brought the weight cuff,” I murmured to him. “I bet you’d respond amazingly to that.” He whimpered a bit and I grinned. “Oh yes, you would.” I teased the head of his dick again, then stepped back and looked him over. He quivered in place, undoubtedly fighting his arousal. “Gorgeous, boy. To the bench,” I ordered, and he scrambled to comply. “Facedown,” I clarified when he hesitated.