Chapter 5

 

Wesley opened the oven and took out the tray. He placed it on the stovetop to check the state of its contents, and decided they needed a few more minutes. From there, he moved to examine the table he’d set. Taking a couple of steps back, he measured the distance between the candles he’d placed in front of their seats. Squinting to help him better estimate, he moved each.

He adjusted them again, then fussed with the rest of the decor. It had to be perfect. It was over two weeks since they’d returned from Paris, and since then, they hadn’t had the chance to spend too much time together, much less involve themselves in any kind of physical activity. Which he missed. It wasn’t only the closeness of sex but the rush, and the mixture of feelings submission brought out in him.

The leather harness creaked when he moved, the sound both familiar and exciting. He tugged and twisted until the straps were sitting in a comfortable position.

The front door opened just as he put the roast on the table.

“In the kitchen.”

“Something smells nice.”

Wesley chose not to answer. He could hear Connor removing his jacket and shoes, then walking down the corridor toward him. Wesley fidgeted as he waited for his lover.

Then Connor stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in what he was seeing. His gaze brushed over the table, lingering on the lit candles, his eyebrows quirking in surprise. From there, he turned to Wesley, and froze, shock written clearly on his face. As his eyes roamed Wesley’s body, arousal replaced the surprise. Wesley shuddered under the intensity of Connor’s gaze.

“What are you doing?” Connor’s voice had a dark quality to it that had Wesley break out in goosebumps.

“I thought you would be hungry, Sir.”

“I am.” Connor leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. “What did you have in mind?”

“I made you a roast, with salad and rice. And ice cream for dessert.”

Connor gave the table a look, before returning his attention to Wesley. “I find I’m not that hungry after all.”

Wesley swallowed his disappointment. He lowered his gaze, not wanting to face Connor anymore. “I’ll clean this up, then.” Turning on his heel, he headed for the light switch.

“Wait.”

Wesley froze, reacting to the command in his lover’s voice.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

Adrenaline spiked.

“Turn to face me.”

Wesley obeyed instantly.

“Assume position.”

On cue, Wesley spread his legs slightly and clasped his hands behind his back. Connor pushed away from the doorframe and came toward him.

“I see you had something other than food in mind when you decided to wait for me.” He tugged at Wesley’s chest harness, then brushed his fingers against his stomach.

Wesley held his breath in anticipation.

Connor wiggled the tips of his fingers beneath the waistband of Wesley’s briefs. The leather creaked and stretched. The digits made their way lower, until they brushed against Wesley’s cock.

“Oh, yes. You were definitely hoping for something else.” Beneath the fabric, Connor circled the slit with his finger. “That is, if this hard cock of yours is any indication.”

Wesley moaned and swayed. With his free hand, Connor took one of Wesley’s nipples and gave it a squeeze. Wesley leaned in, pushing into the touch. When the pain disappeared, Wesley moaned his disapproval.

“So?”

The question hung between them, and Wesley stared at Connor in confusion. Taking pity on him, Connor rephrased it.

“What do you want?”

“You, Sir.”

Connor pulled his fingers free, the waistband releasing against Wesley’s flesh. “You have me. What else?”

Wesley dry-swallowed, searching Connor’s face. Connor stared back, silently waiting for Wesley’s answer.

“I want you to hurt me.”

The ghost of a smile fluttered across Connor’s lips, before his eyes turned to stone. “Hurt you? You’ll have to be more specific. I don’t want to see you hurting.”

“I want to feel pain. Sexual pain.”

Connor’s hand snaked up to cup Wesley’s junk and gave it a little squeeze. Wesley rose on the balls of his feet, eyes going wide at the suddenness of the action.

“Pain like this?”

Wesley shook his head, unable to speak. When Connor decreased the hold a notch, Wesley exhaled a long breath and returned to standing on his soles.

“No, Sir.”

“What then? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to dominate me. I want you to tie me down. I want to feel it in your power. I want the pain, and the pleasure.”

“Pleasure? Only if you’re a good boy.” Connor stepped closer, their chests almost touching. “Tell me, love. Are you a good boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well. You shall have what you want.”

Wesley bit his lower lip to stop himself from voicing his excitement at the promise.

“Go to the bedroom and wait for me there. By the bed. But first, put out one of the candles. Bring the other.”

Wesley jumped to extinguish the candle closest to him and reached for the other. Before he could touch it, he hesitated.

“Speak.”

“May I cover the roast, Sir?”

The laughter bubbling from Connor made Wesley smile too.

“You may.”

Wesley circled the table, took the lid from the counter, and covered the tray. When he was satisfied, he grabbed the remaining candle and headed for the bedroom.

 

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Connor followed him at a more sedated step, arriving after Wesley had taken up position as instructed. Without a word, he went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Resting his hands on the sink, he stared at his reflection. There were dark circles beneath his eyes, and he could feel the exhaustion of the day.

The previous night had been sleepless, and that had taken a higher toll than he wanted to admit. The work day, while long, wouldn’t have been as difficult if he hadn’t been tired to begin with. At least he’d managed to put Matthew out of his mind and had gone through his sessions without a glitch.

At the thought of Matthew, he tensed. No, Matthew wasn’t out if his mind. He was very much still there, though not in a romantic kind of way. Connor’s reaction toward Matthew’s submission scared him. It was more than he’d expected himself to be able to dish out. It was like he didn’t recognize himself. It wasn’t as if Matthew pushed him. On the contrary, he was silent and obedient. But something in him made Connor ask for more. And, damn it, he hated himself for that.

Now Wesley needed him, and Connor wanted to give him what he asked for. He had seen the hunger on Wesley’s face when he’d asked for pain. He’d made such great progress embracing his submissive side, Connor had to admire him. So, he couldn’t deny him such a request.

His cock thickened at the thought of Wesley, palms tingling with the need to touch.

He put away his thoughts and stripped as he ran the shower. He stepped under the hot water, letting it work the kinks out of his muscles. When done, he wrapped a towel around his hips and walked in the bedroom.

As expected, Wesley was waiting for him, standing at the foot of the bed, holding the candle. His eyes didn’t waver, not even when he heard Connor entering the room; he remained staring straight ahead.

“You can set it down.”

Wesley looked around, as if to search for the best place, before settling on the nightstand.

“Bring me the toy chest. Set it on the bed.”

Once he had opened it, Wesley stepped back into position.

“Pick one.”

“Sir?”

“Any one.”

It was clear that Wesley wanted more precise instructions, but Connor refused to give them. Wesley worried at his lower lip while trying to decide. He picked up a paddle and presented it to Connor.

Connor’s eyebrow quirked at the choice, but he didn’t address it. “Put it on the bed.”

Then it was Connor’s turn to peruse the chest’s contents. He took his time, weighing the pros and cons for each toy. Finally, he settled on a collar and a cock ring.

The collar was something they hadn’t experienced before, and hadn’t really discussed, but he wanted to see Wesley’s reaction to it. The ring was because he wanted to see Wesley squirm.

He showed Wesley the items, watching his eyes go wide at the sight of them. Taking the collar, he held it up for Wesley to see. “This is for tonight only.”

Wesley dry-swallowed, his eyes glued to the leather strip. He nodded.

“I want to hear you say it. It’s for tonight only.”

“It’s for tonight only.”

Somehow, hearing it made Connor feel terrible. Unlike the marriage idea that Lucas had flung past him, the collaring he didn’t think he wanted didn’t bother him. To him, it was as much of a bonding, if not more so, than a marriage. The little strip of leather that made the collar was the kink equivalent of an engagement ring. Denying it to Wesley made him feel less. Inadequate. When he’d first touched the collar, it had felt like any other object. But now, when he presented it to Wesley, it took on a whole new dimension. And what if Wesley wanted a more permanent bond? He had never said so, but perhaps he thought of collaring.

Shaking his head internally, Connor placed the collar around Wesley’s neck and secured it in place. He caressed Wesley’s cheek, before walking back around to sit in front of him. Wesley watched him wide-eyed, excitement and apprehension clear on his face.

Remembering that Wesley’s initial request had been to be tied down, Connor dug into the toy chest and retrieved a blindfold.

“Turn around.” Connor tied it over Wesley’s eyes. “Excellent.”

Connor placed a gentle kiss on one of Wesley’s shoulder blades, before raking his nails across his back in a sharp motion. Wesley hissed, jumping.

“Easy there.” Despite the assurance he offered his lover, the rush of excitement at Wesley’s reaction couldn’t be denied. The skin whitened where Connor’s nails had dragged. Connor leaned in and kissed the nape of Wesley’s neck.

Wesley gasped and shivered.

Connor ran his fingers along Wesley’s arms, to smooth out the goosebumps. Wesley’s skin felt as familiar as his own. His scent was imprinted in Connor’s mind. Now, everything familiar was overwhelming. It was too much. So much so, it made it hard to breathe.

To distract himself from his feelings, Connor turned to Wesley. He dug through the box again and took out a spreader. He had to push Wesley to the limit. To project his issues onto Wesley and know he would be there to take it. It was like a haze had infiltrated his mind, like he was watching himself and Wesley from a cocoon made out of cotton.

“You wanted pain. I’ll give you pain.”

A sharp intake of breath was the only answer he got.

“Did you hear me?”

There was no punishment to prompt the answer from Wesley. Connor didn’t think he needed it, nor did he want to give it.

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

The way that “Sir” sounded gave Connor goosebumps. His heart gave one hard beat, before returning to its normal rhythm.

“Get on the bed. Facedown.”

Leash dangling from the collar, Wesley scrambled to obey, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“On your knees. Hands on your head. Legs spread.”

Once Wesley was in position, Connor placed the spreader between his legs. Gently, he caressed Wesley’s foot, before wrapping the leather cuff around his ankle. Wesley shivered, and a moan rose from his chest. The buckle settled against the fabric, securing half of the instrument in place.

Connor nudged Wesley’s feet further apart, then locked the other cuff. He ran his palms over Wesley’s calves, up his thighs to his butt cheeks. “You look so hot like this.”

Rubbing his hands in circles over the heated flesh, his thumbs reach the rim of Wesley’s ass hole. Wesley pressed back, searching for more.

“So hot and ready for me. So beautiful.”

Wesley shivered.

Connor took the paddle, weighed it in his hand for a better grip, and then gently placed it against Wesley’s butt. “Do you feel this?”

“Hmm.”

With his free hand, Connor took the end of the leash and pulled it, hard. Wesley jerked to a standing position. Connor pulled him closer, until his back was flush against Connor’s chest, the paddle caught between their bodies. Releasing the handle, Connor snaked his arms around Wesley’s stomach, supporting him. He traced Wesley’s ear with his lips, before latching his teeth over the lobe and biting down.

“I’m going to paddle your ass good, and then I’m going to fuck it. Do you want that?”

Wesley gasped and swayed. “Yes, Sir.”

“Very well. Back in position.”

Despite the urgency of his command, Connor took his time retrieving his arm from around Wesley. Wesley slipped onto all fours, and only when he seemed stable enough did Connor pull back.

He caught the handle of the paddle before it could fall. He used it to caress Wesley’s cheeks, letting him feel its roughness. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well.”

Connor gave it a swing, letting it connect. Wesley jumped and swayed, then pushed back into position, bracing for more.

A rain of blows followed, the intensity increasing each time. Wesley’s moans turned into groans and soft cries. He swayed into the hits, hands fisted in the sheets. His ass was red, his shoulder hunched, but there was no real tension in his body.

A small part of Connor didn’t care about that. He knew Wesley could handle it, and that was all that mattered in that moment. Arousal pumped through his veins, his cock hard and throbbing, his need almost overwhelming.

He rubbed Wesley’s ass with his hands, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the welts. “You look so beautiful. Your ass is so red and hot.”

Opening the drawer, he took out the lube. He poured a generous amount onto his palm, then dribbled some on Wesley’s ass crack. Wesley jumped, the liquid cold against his skin.

“Easy there.” Dropping the bottle on the bed beside them, Connor used his free hand to steady Wesley. “It’s just lube.”

Wesley moaned and nodded, his forehead still resting against the mattress.

“Are you okay there, love?”

“Uhh.”

Connor froze. “Wesley? Everything all right?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Focused on the smile he heard in Wesley’s voice, Connor let the missing “Sir” pass. The slap he delivered with his free hand turned into a caress.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

A moan was his only answer. His cock gave a sharp throb, and he could feel himself dripping. Clenching his teeth, he spread the lube on his shaft, giving the base a long squeeze, buying him some time.

He lubricated the rim of Wesley’s asshole; then he slipped his thumb inside. The muscles contracted around it. He held still, giving Wesley time to adjust. When the pressure eased, he worked the digit in and out, loosening him more. A second finger joined the first, then a third. By then, the clenching was barely there and a continuous moan poured out of Wesley.

“Are you ready, babe?” Connor positioned himself behind Wesley, careful of the spreader keeping Wesley’s legs apart.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He gave Wesley a tentative slap, watching the skin whiten then redden.

“Oh God, yes. I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me for a week now.”

Connor winced at the unspoken reproach but didn’t linger on it. He grabbed Wesley’s hips and pulled him back a bit, so the spreader wouldn’t be in the way of him pounding his lover’s ass. Wesley shifted, following Connor’s silent instructions.

Holding the base of his cock and aligning himself with Wesley’s hole, Connor pushed slowly inside. The muscle constricted as he entered. Breathing through half-clenched teeth, Connor fought for control as he tried to give Wesley time to get used to the intrusion.

Wesley moaned, thumping the mattress before fisting the sheet again. He pushed back against Connor, impaling himself.

“Shit! Stay still.”

His control completely shot, Connor grunted, and grabbed Wesley’s hips, trying to keep him in place long enough to allow himself to regain some measure of self-restraint.

But Wesley wouldn’t be contained. Head thrown back, spine arched, he ground himself against Connor, urging him on. Each of his thrusts was marked by a low cry, and each of those pushed Connor closer to his climax.

“Wait.”

“No. Fuck me.”

Connor could feel his balls drawing tight. Tension pooled at the base of his spine. No, he couldn’t come like that. He wouldn’t come like that. Lips curling in concentration, he dug his fingers into Wesley’s hips, hard enough to bruise. It gave Wesley pause enough to allow Connor to take back control.

“That’s better.”

Connor thrust in slowly. He felt the heat engulfing him. Wesley strained, trying to speed up the rhythm again. A sharp slap to his ass got him back on track. However, the respite had been short lived, and tension built again. Or perhaps it hadn’t disappeared at all, and Connor simply hadn’t been aware of the fact. He didn’t have long.

Reaching below, he grabbed Wesley’s cock. It was hard and leaking. Connor tugged on it. Wesley’s hips snapped forward, driving his dick faster into Connor’s palm, his ass clenching with the motion.

Connor dove in again, harder and faster, the rhythm awkward because of the position. Wesley grunted.

“I want you to come for me.”

“I can’t.” Wesley’s voice was strained, the muscles in his back popping out like cords.

“You can and you will.” Connor gave one long, dragging pull, his palms twisting over the head on the upstroke.

Wesley moaned—a guttural sound dragged from deep inside his chest. It hit Connor like a train and sank into him, taking hold of his cock. He felt himself go harder. Wider. Deeper.

“Come. Now.”

Wesley groaned and froze, his strain obvious. His head drooped, shoulders tense, as he spilled over Connor’s hand.

Connor bit down on Wesley’s shoulder. He gave one long, hard push. Then, with a low, long groan, Connor came, buried deep in his lover’s ass.