Chapter 17
Jonah
By the time we get home, I’m still utterly blissed out from our time spent playing tonight. My whole body feels relaxed and floaty…well, except my dick, which has been hard since Lars slipped his finger into me hours ago. Actually, it was hard before that.
“So…about the bondage stuff,” I say once we’ve taken our shoes off and I’ve had the chance to set my bag down.
Lars flashes me a worried look for a moment before seeming to remember that he’s working on his confidence as the dominant partner and smooths his expression.
“Yes?”
“It sounds hot,” I admit.
“Then why don’t you hurry your fine ass into the bedroom so we can try it out?” he suggests in a deep, husky voice that manages to make my cock even harder. “I want you to strip and lube up your cock. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Yes, Master,” I answer breathlessly, nearly tripping over myself in my haste to get to the bedroom and do as he said.
I leave my clothes in a pile on the floor, including my jock that’s now wet with precum, the material somewhat stretched from my prolonged erection straining the fabric. Grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand, I stretch out on the bed and squirt some into my hand. A groan rumbles in my throat as I wrap my hand around my throbbing cock, my balls pulling tight at the slight contact. Even though we traded handjobs in the shower earlier, I feel like I’ll be able to finish in seconds flat if I let myself.
I curl my toes and bite the inside of my cheek, doing my best to hold back my orgasm as I stroke myself well past the excuse of lubing up.
“Tsk, tsk. That’s a very naughty pup,” Lars scolds from the doorway, his words making my cock spasm in my hand, nearly losing the battle against my orgasm. “Hands over your head,” he commands, and with Herculean effort, I obey.
My cock continues to throb in earnest, bobbing over my stomach, dripping lube and precum into the trail of wiry hair there while Lars goes over to the dresser and opens the top drawer.
“If we like this, we’ll have to get proper supplies. But I think ties should do for now,” he says as he rummages.
When Lars turns around, he has his favorite silky neckties in each hand. My body is rocked with a shiver of anticipation, my erection jerking and spilling even more precum. My muscles burn with the effort to keep my arms over my head and not grab my dick again and stroke myself to completion. My breath sounds harsh in my own ears as Lars approaches with a feral smile and a hungry glint in his eyes.
His fingers are as gentle as ever as he secures each of my wrists to the headboard.
“How’s that? Too tight?” Lars checks.
“No,” I answer, licking my lips and letting my eyes roam over his still fully clothed body. There’s something incredibly erotic about being naked and tied to the bed while he stands over me fully clothed.
He takes a step back, his gaze devouring me as he slips his hand into his pants, stroking himself while he watches me. I squirm under his perusal, my hips jerking and my balls heavy and throbbing for release.
“Fuck, you look sexy like this. I’m trying to decide if I want to ride your cock or jerk off on you and leave you tied up until I’m hard and ready to go again.”
I let out a strangled cry, forgetting for a second that my arms are secured as I try to reach for my dick to stop the desperate pulsing of a near orgasm.
Lars’ hand continues to work inside his pants, his breath quickening and his cheeks flushing.
“Please,” I whimper, thrusting my hips into the air again fruitlessly.
He tsks again, pulling his hand out of his pants and snatching the bottle of lube off the bed.
I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly removes his clothes, adding them to the pile I made. Then, he turns to face the dresser again, but instead of opening it, he leans over, and I groan at the sight. The snick of the cap and then the squelching sound of lube squirting into his hand makes me squirm again, impatient to feel his tight channel wrapped around my cock.
Lars looks at me over his shoulder, biting his lip as he runs his glistening fingers through his crack and over his hole. He teases for a few seconds—I’m not sure if it’s more of a tease for himself or me—as he circles his entrance, sliding just the tip of his index finger inside and then pulling it back out. I alternate my attention between his lusty expression and the show he’s putting on as he finally gives up teasing and shoves two fingers inside.
He fucks himself on his own hand, groaning with frustration as he tries to get the right angle and fails. My whole body feels like it’s about to burst into flames, my skin and muscles all burning. Even my throat aches with the pleas I’m holding back, knowing if I beg, he’ll only make me wait longer.
Finally, he pulls his fingers out and turns around, relieved breath punching out of my lungs in a whoosh.
When Lars climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips, I nearly sob with relief.
His hand wraps around my cock, holding it straight up. But instead of sinking down onto it, he notches it between his ass cheeks with a wicked look in his eyes.
“God, Lars, you’re fucking killing me,” I complain as he slides up and down with the length of my cock dragging against his pucker.
“When we’re playing, you call me Master, naughty pup,” he chides as his swollen cock drags against my abs, mixing his precum with my own that’s already smeared there. “We’ll have to talk about rules, pup, but from now on, you don’t touch your cock unless I say so.”
“Oh fuck,” I groan as my erection throbs. “Okay, I promise. Please, Master, please,” I beg as my legs start to shake, the pit of my stomach tightening with an orgasm I may not be able to hold back much longer if he keeps grinding against me.
Lars puts his hands on my chest, working himself faster against my dick, pushing us both close to the edge, and just when I think I won’t be able to hold off another second, he changes the angle and sinks down onto my erection, burying me to the hilt inside him.
The unbelievably tight heat, the way his hole clenches around the base of my cock, and the rhythmic slap of his dick against my stomach is all too much. I tug at my restraints again, instinctively trying to reach for Lars as waves of heat pour over me. I slam my hips up hard and fast, clenching my teeth and curling my toes again. I’m well past the point where I’ll be able to keep from coming if Lars tells me to, so relief washes over me when he rasps out the words Come for me, against my throat before his own body spasms.
I growl and moan as I let loose, filling him with my cum until I can feel it dripping out, back down my cock, his own release coating my stomach and chest, mingling with my sweat.
When he collapses against me, my hands have gone a bit numb from the restraints and my left calf is starting to cramp up, but I can’t be bothered to do anything other than melt into the bed in my boneless state.
“We are definitely doing that again,” he mumbles, and I nod weakly as he climbs off me and unties my hands.
“Yeah,” I sigh in sated agreement.
“Let me get a rag to clean you up, and then we can go to sleep.”
I make a noise of agreement, impressed that he’s able to use his legs right now.
I’m vaguely aware of the feeling of a warm, damp washcloth being used on my stomach and dick, but I’m out cold before Lars even makes it back to bed.
Lars
Jonah’s fast asleep, but I manage to pull him against me, curling around him and burying my nose against the back of his neck. There’s a sense of wholeness in my chest that’s never been there before, and this may be the first time that this isn’t just about Jonah wanting the puppy play and everything that seems to come with it, it’s what I want—no, what I need—too.
When I asked Jonah a couple of weeks ago if he had been unsatisfied with our sex life before, I was terrified for a second to know the answer, mostly because I was afraid if he said yes, I would’ve felt not only humiliated but helpless. As far as I was concerned, our sex life was already as good as it was going to get. Oh, how wrong I was. Not that I was ever unhappy with the way things were before, but this is like nothing I ever imagined. Everything about it feels new and so utterly right.
I stroke my hand down Jonah’s back as he breathes deeply, already lost to sleep.
Vale’s words about needing to trust myself to be in charge in order for Jonah to fully let go and trust me play through my mind again and settle in my chest. It’s not that I need to learn to be dominant, especially with Jonah, but I need to be comfortable enough with it to embrace it. And maybe that doesn’t only apply to our relationship. I’ve been holding back a lot, just on the verge of being completely happy with my life, but afraid to take those final steps to really make it happen—with Jonah, with my career…
I’m done being afraid, and I’m done holding back. Jonah had the courage to ask for what he wanted, and I need to follow his example. Tomorrow is a new day, and things are going to change. I’m going to start being the man Jonah needs me to be, the man I need me to be.