Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty (12 page)

Holy hell, Dusty’s ass looked perfect sticking up into the air the way it did when Dusty draped his body over Alexander’s thighs. Alexander smoothed his hand over the softly rounded globes for a moment, enjoying the silky, smooth skin, and then he reached into his pocket for the condom and two tubes of lube. He set the condom and one tube aside and ripped the other one open.

“No coming, Dusty.”

“No, sir.” Dusty said the words but they sounded strangled.

Alexander grinned. “If you come before I say you can, I won’t fuck you afterward.” He was lying through his teeth, because he had every intention of being balls deep inside of Dusty in the next five minutes, but Dusty didn’t need to know that.

“Yes, sir.”

Alexander quickly poured some lube out on his fingers and then squeezed the remaining slick gel into the crack of Dusty’s ass. Dusty shivered. Alexander knew the stuff was cold but he also knew he would quickly be warming it up—along with Dusty’s ass.

He pushed one of his hands between Dusty’s ass cheeks and fingered Dusty’s tight hole, not quite pushing his finger in but applying enough pressure that Dusty’s tight ring of muscles started to throb and pulse.

“Being bratty is very bad, Dusty,” Alexander said as he raised his other hand and brought it down on Dusty’s ass cheeks.

Dusty’s high strangled cry was the man’s only response.

“You are never to question my desire to keep you again.” Alexander added another swat to Dusty’s ass, watching it turn rosy red.
Gods, what a fucking gorgeous sight.
He should have taken to spanking Dusty before now. If the hard cock pressing into his thighs was any indication, Dusty loved being spanked. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir!” Dusty’s high-pitched screech matched Alexander pushing one of his fingers past Dusty’s tight ring of muscles. He alternated between pushing his finger in and out of Dusty’s ass with spanking him.

“I love you.”

Smack!

“I am keeping you.”

Smack!

“I don’t care if you’re so klutzy that you have to be wrapped in bubble wrap for the rest of your life, which is a distinct possibility. You are still mine and I am keeping you.” Alexander continued smacking Dusty’s ass as he wiggled more fingers into the man’s ass, stretching him. And Dusty would need to be nice and stretched out for what Alexander had in mind for him.

“Is that—”

Smack!

“—understood?”

“Yes!” Dusty screamed so loudly that Alexander was sure the patrons in the restaurant heard him.

And that held an excitement all on its own.

Alexander was so hard—from the way Dusty’s ass reddened so sweetly. From the man’s deep cries. And from the way that Dusty responded to anything Alexander did to him. All of it combined with knowing that Dusty loved him was enough to rip Alexander’s control right out of his hands.

“Assume the position, baby,” Alexander said as he pushed Dusty down to the floor. The second Dusty was off his lap, Alexander unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thighs. He grabbed the condom and rolled it down his aching cock. By the time he ripped open the tube of lube, Dusty was kneeling in front of him, watching every single move he made.

Alexander quickly lubed up his cock and then gestured to his lap. “Climb on, Dusty. You’re going to ride me.”

Dusty scrambled up like his life depended on it. He swung his leg over Alexander’s thigh and started lowering himself down onto Alexander’s hard cock. Alexander kept his lips pressed firmly together until Dusty’s warm bottom rested on his thighs. He wanted to ram up into the man and bury his cock so far inside of Dusty that he never came out again. He had the strange urge to mark Dusty as his so that anyone looking at the man would know that Dusty belonged to him.

“Would you wear my collar, Dusty?” Never once, in all of his years, had Alexander had the need to collar a sub. He played with them, trained them, but he never once wanted to keep one permanently.

Not until now.

Now, Alexander wanted to tie Dusty to him so that the man never even dreamed of leaving again. Alexander just wished that he had a collar with him in that moment. He almost cried when Dusty eagerly nodded and he didn’t have anything to cement the moment in both of their minds.

He had a necklace.

It wasn’t as elaborate as what he would have liked when presenting his sub with a collar, but it was what he had on hand. Alexander watched for Dusty’s reaction as he reached up and unhooked the necklace around his neck. Dusty’s eyes widened and a little whimper echoed around them. Alexander leaned forward and placed the necklace around Dusty’s throat, hooking it in the back.

As he leaned back and looked at Dusty, he was a little shocked to see big fat tears dripping down Dusty’s face as the man ran his fingers lightly over the golden chain.

“Dusty?” Had Dusty changed his mind? “I know it’s not very fancy. I’ll get you a nicer one when—”

“No!” Dusty shouted, and then his face paled as he realized that he had yelled. His fingers curled around the necklace. “Please, I want this one.”

“But it’s not a real collar, Dusty.”

“Yes, it is,” Dusty whispered. “It’s real and you gave it to me and—” Dusty shook his head rapidly. “Please, sir, let me keep it. Please. I’ve never had anyone give me something like this. No one has ever wanted to keep me.”

Alexander’s heart ached. “I do, Dusty. I swear I do.”

“Can I keep it then?”

Alexander grinned as he grabbed Dusty’s ass cheeks in both of his hands. He loved the little hiss that escaped Dusty’s lips when he squeezed the tender flesh. “As long as I get to keep you.”

“Always, right?”

“Always, Dusty.”

Dusty shuddered and started to move. “Please, sir, I need—”

“I know what you need, Dusty. I’ll always know what you need.” Alexander started moving, thrusting his hips upward and driving his cock into Dusty’s tight little ass as he pulled the man down onto his cock. Dusty quickly got the idea and started moving as well, practically hopping up and down on Alexander’s lap.

Alexander was so wound up that he knew it wouldn’t take long to come. Sharing his feelings for Dusty, and knowing they were returned, along with giving the sub his necklace, sent Alexander right to the edge.

He reached between them and grabbed Dusty’s cock in his hand. The desperate little cry that fell from Dusty’s lips as he started stroking the man was a pleasure all on its own. But not nearly as much as the way Dusty went wild—rapidly moving up and down, impaling himself on Alexander’s cock as fast as he could manage.

“Gods, you are so perfect,” Alexander whispered as he watched Dusty fuck himself on Alexander’s cock. His skin was flushed, his breathing rapid and sporadic. His lips were parted as he panted heavily between little moans. But it was the wonder in Dusty’s eyes, the eagerness and anticipation building in them, that so fascinated Alexander.

“Come for me, Dusty,” Alexander groaned, knowing his own orgasm was but moments away. And damned if Dusty didn’t toss back his head and scream just as Alexander had ordered.

The scent of Dusty’s spunk as it splattered all over Alexander’s hand and abdomen, combined with the way the man’s inner muscles clamped down on his cock, sent Alexander right over the edge. He grunted, stiffening as his body exploded from the inside out. Bright lights flashed before Alexander’s eyes as he was pulled into the most intense orgasm he ever remembered having.

He reached back behind Dusty and grabbed the man’s long braid, wrapping it around his hand, and then pulled Dusty’s head in for a kiss. Had anyone ever tasted so good or felt so wonderful? Dusty gave him everything he had ever wanted in a sub and then some.

He was fucking perfect.

“Love you, Dusty,” he whispered against Dusty’s lips.

“Love you, too, sir,” Dusty whispered back.

“Good.” Alexander grinned. “And it’s not sir, it’s master.”

Dusty’s lips spread into the sweetest smile Alexander had ever seen. It was filled with love and pride and complete happiness. “Yes, master!”

THE END

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