His grin was a little too evil. “Oh yes. I like it very much. Especially wrapped around my cock as I fuck your face.”
I whimpered, my cock reacting instantly and filling. He caught one of my hands and put it over his crotch. His cock was as hard as mine, and I sucked in a breath. If we hadn’t been in the social area, I’d have unzipped him and started sucking him right then and there.
“Later,” he rumbled, reading my expression accurately. I didn’t think I’d been so easy to read, but maybe it was just him. “Let’s get some coffee. Did you drive?”
I nodded and, forgetting myself, bit my lip. I wasn’t sure how well I could drive, feeling the way I did. My ass was sore enough that sitting was going to be a challenge. I didn’t know how I’d operate a clutch and gas pedal at the same time with it.
“I’m going to have to start punishing you for that, boy,” Master said, tugging my lip out from between my teeth. I blushed. “Not sure pain would be much of a deterrent, though, would it?”
I blinked at him, having no clue how to answer that.
He grinned. “We’ll figure it out. But first… I’m not sure you’re in the best condition to drive, are you?”
I chuckled. “No, I was just thinking that.”
“Is there someone that can come get your car?”
I frowned. “How would I get home after coffee? Not that I could really drive then, either….” I rubbed my ass lightly.
“I can drop you off, when we get to that point.”
“Okay, uh…. Let me go out and call my friend Mike. I should check in with him, anyway.”
Master smiled again and nodded, then turned to Mistress Sammy and Cam. “We’re heading out. I’ll call you in a day or two, okay?”
Mistress Sammy grinned and Cam didn’t try to hide the smirk on his face. “Uh-huh. Tomorrow, man.”
Master scowled. “A day or two,” he reiterated and stood.
I stood as well, picked up his toy bag, and waited quietly behind him. He turned around and smiled at me. “Good boy,” he murmured when he saw me holding the bag. He kissed my forehead, and yet again the simple praise made me feel good. With another wave at the others, he led the way out to the lobby area.
I pulled out my cell and turned it on, waiting impatiently for it to start up. Master did the same with his, and I was glad to see he had a smartphone like mine. It made me hope he was at least technologically savvy, if not a geek like me. When my phone finally had a signal and was ready for use, I put in my passcode and hit the phone icon.
“Hey, dude! How’s it going?”
“Great,” I said, blushing as Master grinned at me. “I was purchased.”
“Told you, you would be. Who was it?”
“His name’s Master Mal. We had a really good impact scene. I’ll tell you more about it later.”
“Wait, did you say Master Mal?”
I frowned, not sure how to read Mike’s tone. “Yes. Master Nash said he was a good guy.”
“I’ve heard of him. There was a time a few years ago that, like, every sub in the place wanted to be at his feet, gay and straight, women
and
men. Then he just disappeared from the scene altogether. And he bought you.” He laughed. “Lucky bastard.”
I grinned, relieved. “Yeah, well, I am. Listen, I need a favor. Can you get Jen to bring you out and pick up my car?”
“Why?” He sounded suspicious again, and I tried not to sigh.
“Well, for one thing, my ass is sore as hell. Driving on it is not something I’m looking forward to. Not yet, anyway. But also….” I glanced at Master, who was pointedly paying attention to his phone. I lowered my voice. “He wants to go for coffee, Mike. And oh my God, he’s… yeah. Uh, I’d like to go. He’ll take me home.”
Mike didn’t respond right away. “Call me when you get home. And keep your phone
on
.”
“Come on, Mike. It’s no different than if I’d go out on a date.” He growled and I sighed. “Phone will stay on. I’ll text you later, okay? If it’s three a.m., Jen isn’t going to appreciate me calling.”
“Fine.”
“Give him my number,” Master said, drawing my attention.
I raised my eyebrows. “Uh, okay.” I parroted the number he gave me to Mike.
“Now, tell him to call me.”
“He says to call him.”
“Okay.” And just like that, Mike hung up.
Seconds later, Master Mal’s phone rang. “Malcom Tate,” he said in greeting, and something about his name tugged at me. When I’d seen it earlier, I’d been too preoccupied by what was happening. But now, it pricked at my subconscious. I shrugged mentally and focused on my Master. Our eyes met as he listened for a moment. “Yes, that one. So you know how to find me if your friend goes missing. I intend to take care of him, though. We had an intense scene tonight.” He paused, winking at me, and I blushed. “Yes. Thank you for worrying. He’ll be fine.” He listened for another few seconds, then pulled the phone away and touched the screen. “There. Your friend said to leave the keys with the desk, and he’d come in and get them.”
I turned to the front desk and the woman who sat behind it. “Hi,” I said in greeting.
She smiled up at me, lip piercing flashing in the half light. “What can I do for you?”
“My friend is coming to pick up my car. Can you keep the keys here for him?”
“Sure. Name?”
“Kyle Bingham. His is Michael Dean.”
She nodded, writing it on a note pad. “I’ll check his license before turning them over.”
“Thank you,” I said, handing her the ring with the car key on it, then turning back to Master.
“Ready, then?”
I smiled up at him. “Yes, Master.”
He reached out and took my hand. He held the door for me, and we stepped out into the cool December night.
Mal
I ADMIT
I was nervous. The fact that he still wanted to call me Master helped. I did better when the Dom in me was at the forefront.
I’d never managed to have any real relationships before. Blake was the closest thing I’d ever come to dating. I spent a lot of time early in my life avoiding them. I’d seen more than enough of my friends going through hell, which convinced me dating wasn’t worth the trouble.
I think it was just because I hadn’t met Kyle yet. Or someone like him.
I knew I was being ridiculous. We’d played. Once. We were going for coffee. It wasn’t like we were committed partners.
The thing was, I wanted that, wanted it with him. With Blake and the specter I’d had hovering over me gone, I realized how lonely I’d been. And the idea of going out to club after club, chasing a new ass every night, had zero appeal. Not that it’d been my favorite activity before.
I was captivated by Kyle. Part of it was his submission—I wasn’t about to discount that. The submissive in him called to the Dominant in me in a way Blake never had. I wanted him. I wanted him in my bed. I wanted my collar around his neck.
And if I was completely honest with myself, I even imagined a ring on his finger someday.
Part of it was just how fucking
beautiful
he was. The big green eyes, the messy brown hair, those full pink lips. His pixieish face. The lean, lithe body that responded so well to everything I’d done to him.
Then there was the personality I’d already seen come through. He seemed so open, very intelligent. The little glimpses of mischievousness I’d seen. The shyness. All of it just made me want to know more. And keep him all to myself.
I was getting ahead of myself. Coffee first. Get to know the rest of him.
I led him to my Z and pulled out the keys. I had to grin at his wide eyes when we stopped.
“Wow.”
I chuckled. “It’s my baby, the one thing I spoil myself with.”
“It’s gorgeous. I love the color!”
“They call it midnight blue.” I hit the button to unlock and opened his door for him. He slid in and winced as he sat. My smile widened and I leaned in to kiss him. “I’d say I’m sorry sitting is difficult, but I’d be lying,” I murmured when we broke apart.
He smiled up at me. “I’m certainly not, Master. I like the reminder of you.”
That did good things to me. He seemed to second-guess himself, and I wondered at it, but didn’t want to let him question too much. “Good. This one should last at least a couple of days.”
He was absolutely adorable when he blushed, which he did a lot.
I kissed him quickly and hurried to close his door. I paused only long enough to drop my bag in the trunk, then went around to my side. Once I was in my seat, I turned to him. “There isn’t a lot open at this time of night, but there’s a Denny’s down the street. Will that work for you?”
He smiled and nodded. “I’m easy.”
I grinned when his face reddened again.
“Uh, I mean…. Forget it, Master. I’m just going to, like… die. Or something.”
I leaned over and kissed him again. “Let’s get that coffee.”
Concentrating on driving, I maneuvered through the horrible city traffic. I reached over, took his hand, and put it on my leg, then went back to focusing on shifting gears. I was happy when he squeezed a little and left it there. We didn’t say much of anything, and I let the silence sit, figuring he needed a bit of time to himself.
Within a few minutes, I was pulling into a spot in the Denny’s parking lot. “Stay,” I said when I’d turned off the car, then climbed out and went around to his side. I opened his door for him and he stood, looking a tad bemused. “Well, it’s not exactly a date, but I can still do something nice, right?”
I could have sworn he looked a bit disappointed, but I wasn’t sure. He nodded, though, and I closed the door, setting the alarm before taking his hand. He looked slightly surprised, but I didn’t give him a chance to question anything. I turned and led the way to the door.
I kept touching him the whole time, as we were waiting for the hostess, as we were led to our seats. When we sat, I waited for him to pick a side, then took the spot next to him. He looked surprised again, but I just laid my hand on his leg and thanked the hostess before she left.
I turned to consider him for a long moment. Something was going on in those big green eyes of his. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but he didn’t look entirely happy. I suspected the intense scene had something to do with it. He’d been firmly submissive the whole time, and I knew some subs were a little more clingy after.
I wouldn’t have minded that and wondered if that wasn’t part of it. Perhaps he didn’t feel right being clingy with
me
. Even though we weren’t committed and had played because I’d won him at an auction, I felt a responsibility to watch out for him. Coming down from something that powerful could be tough, and I didn’t like the thought of him doing it alone.
I absently kissed his temple, then went back to my menu for a moment. “What would you like, boy?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
He glanced over at me, then back to his menu. “Uh… coffee and, I don’t know, maybe some french toast or something.”
I nodded and set my own menu aside. Before I could say anything to him, the waitress came. “Good evening. Can I get you started with a drink?”
“We’d both like coffee, please. And two of the French Toast Slams.”
She scribbled our orders down. “How would you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled for me.” I looked at Kyle, who blinked.
“Oh, uh, that’s fine,” he said, looking over at me.
“I’ll get that started,” she said, tucking her pen behind her ear and collecting our menus.
I shifted in my seat and turned to him as she walked away, taking his hand.
“Thank you, Sir,” he said softly, gazing down around my sternum.
I tilted his head up until he was looking at me. “Look at me for now, boy.” When he’d nodded, I continued. “How are you feeling?”
He frowned. “I’m fine. Sore, of course, but—”
“Not physically,” I clarified.
He dropped his gaze again and swallowed. “I really enjoyed the scene.”
“That’s not what I asked, boy. Do I need to take you out somewhere and spank your sore ass?”
He looked up at me, eyes widening, glanced around, then shook his head. “No, Sir.”
“Good. I’d rather let it heal a little before I do that again.” I smiled. “Now, how are you feeling?”
He seemed to deflate. “I really did enjoy it. I guess I just… don’t want the night to end.” By the time he was done, his cheeks were bright red and he was mumbling.
I let my breath out slowly so the relief wasn’t quite so obvious. “I don’t either.”
His head snapped up. The hope in his eyes almost hurt to see. “You… you don’t?”
I shook my head, then cleared my throat because I needed to ask this, needed to be clear. “Is it the D/s?”
He frowned, eyebrows scrunched up in puzzlement. “I’m not sure what you mean, Sir?”
I took a moment to carefully phrase it. The waitress interrupted me with our coffee, but by the time she left, I’d figured it out. “Is it Master you want? Or Mal?” He bit his lip as he thought about it, and I resisted the urge to pull it out or comment. This answer was too important. He hesitated so long, I started to really worry about the answer. I took a breath. “How about this… are you looking for someone to just play with?”
“Oh,” he said, his face clearing. He still hesitated, but shook his head. “No, I… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you as my Master. But… I want to get to know Mal too.”
My smile probably blinded him. He certainly looked a bit dazzled by it. “That’s the best answer you could have given me, boy.”
His smile was just as wide as minea. “I’m… I’m glad, Master,” he whispered. “I… do you…. Um….” He bit his lip again, and it gave me the opening I needed.
I tugged it out from between his lips. “First, we’re going to do something about this habit. The only things that ought to abuse that lip are my lips and my cock. I don’t yet know what kind of punishment I’ll work out, but I
will
break you of that.” He swallowed and nodded. I brushed my fingers over the leather collar, still where I’d buckled it onto him earlier. “I like seeing this on you,” I murmured and met his gaze. “I like putting my marks on you, love your reactions. Would like to have you as my boy.” I brushed a thumb over his cheek. “But I want to know Kyle too.”