CHAPTER SIX
Luke shivered as Jack unbuttoned one of his cuffs and brushed his fingers over the pulse point in his wrist.
“How do you feel now?” Jack asked.
Like he was going to come apart. “Like my whole body is buzzing.”
“Perfect.” Jack brought Luke’s wrist to his mouth and traced the path his fingers had taken with his tongue.
Luke bit down on a whimper.
Jack smacked his ass, and he jumped.
“Don’t hold back your reactions.”
“Y-yes, Sir.” Jack’s slap hadn’t actually hurt, but it had startled him, and now he was completely focused on the slight sting.
Jack undid his other cuff and pushed his shirt from his shoulders. Luke wriggled, trying to make it fall.
Jack smacked his ass again, harder. “I told you not to move.”
“S-sorry, Sir.” How could he possibly keep still when he wanted Jack so much?
“Don’t apologize; obey.”
Luke’s breath was coming faster now as he watched Jack’s gaze slowly move down his body until he was staring at Luke’s cock, which was harder than it had ever been.
“That must be painful.”
Luke moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
Jack grinned as he tugged Luke’s shirt over his hands and then laid it on one of the chairs.
Luke shivered when Jack stepped back in front of him.
“Cold?”
“No, Sir.”
“Tell me if you are. I want all those delicious shivers to come from anticipation, not coldness.”
“They are, Sir.” Jack unfastened Luke’s pants, seeming to make a point of not touching his dick as he pushed Luke’s pants down. “Matching briefs, huh? I like those.”
Luke had assumed if Jack liked the shirt on him, he’d like the underwear too. He was very pleased to have been right.
Jack shoved the briefs down and knelt. Luke’s heart pounded. His cock was inches from Jack’s face. Would he…? Jack gazed up at him and smiled. Did Luke look as dazed as he felt?
“You like this?” Jack asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“One day, if you’re very good, I’ll suck you off like this.”
Luke whimpered.
“That’s good, boy. I love hearing those sounds from you.”
And Luke loved the way Jack called him boy.
Jack tapped Luke’s leg, and he lifted it.
“Very nice.” Jack caressed his calf as he spoke. “I like when a sub knows exactly what I want.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Jack removed his shoe and sock. He did the same for the other foot and then stood. “Step out of your pants and briefs and kick them away.”
Luke did as he was told, despite the fact that he was so horny, the room was spinning slightly.
Jack grabbed one of the chairs and dragged it close to Luke. “Sit down.”
When Luke was seated, Jack slid a hand through Luke’s hair, and Luke leaned into the touch.
“I like how quickly you obey, boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Jack took Luke’s hands and placed them on the arms of the chair. “I’m not going to tie them today, but I want you to leave your hands right there. I know it won’t be easy, but do the best you can.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Close your eyes.”
Luke did. Immediately, he seemed even more aware of his nakedness. The air coming from the vent in the ceiling seemed to swirl around his aching cock. “Don’t open your eyes unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m not going to do anything today that will hurt. I want to awake sensation now, not cause pain.”
Jack drew his fingers down the side of Luke’s neck. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I…”
“Tell me, boy.”
“I’m so hard. I want you. I want to come.”
Jack chuckled. “Of course you do, but that’s for me to decide, not you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you still afraid?”
“No, I feel like I can’t stay still, but I’m not afraid.”
Jack caressed his shoulder. “You like giving up control like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, but I’m not sure I can do what you ask.”
“Try. For me.”
Those words made Luke shiver. He wanted to please Jack, so badly.
“All I’m asking is for you to keep your eyes closed and your hands in place. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I’m going to step away for a moment, but I won’t leave the room.”
***
Jack took a few steps back and watched Luke. He could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands gripped the chair tightly. His back was rigid and so was his cock. Precome leaked from the tip, and it was all Jack could do not to lick it off. Luke was damn fine in his jeans and blue shirt, but naked, he was devastating, and he was all Jack’s.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a feather, walked behind Luke, and skimmed it over Luke’s shoulders, eliciting a gasp, then a moan when Jack teased his nipples with it. Jack waited a moment, letting him relax a bit. Then he swirled it over the head of Luke’s cock. Luke jerked, thrusting his hips. He kept his white-knuckled grip on the chair, though.
Jack continued down his body, teasing his thighs and then his calves. Next he pulled out an oval, fabric-covered massager that gave off vibrations when squeezed. He slipped his hand under the strap that helped him grip it, and pressed it against Luke’s shoulder.
Luke’s eyes flew open, but he quickly squeezed them shut.
“Relax,” Jack said as he moved the massager down Luke’s arm. “You’re doing beautifully.”
Luke sank back into the chair, obviously trying to relax.
Jack pressed the massager to the back of Luke’s neck, his thighs, the soles of his feet—which made him squirm and giggle—and then to his nipples. As soon as he moved it away from one of the sensitive buds, he reached into his cooler bag for a piece of ice and pressed it to the same spot.
Luke cried out and tugged on Jack’s wrist.
“Hands down.”
“Oh, shit!” Luke dropped his hands back to the arms of the chair. He stared at Jack, eyes wide, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Jack dropped the ice and laid his hands on Luke’s shoulders. “Breathe.” When Luke had settled, Jack said, “Close your eyes. We’re going to try again.”
“Yes, Sir.” Luke exhaled slowly and resumed his position.
Jack stroked his hair. “You’re doing so good.” And he was. His desire to please was so obvious, and it made Jack want him so much, he wasn’t sure he could concentrate on his plan to go slow.
Jack slid a partially melted piece of ice across the tip of Luke’s cock. Luke jerked, but he didn’t break his hold on the chair.
“Such a good boy,” Jack crooned as he bent lower and blew warm breath on Luke’s shaft.
“Please,” Luke begged.
“Please what?”
“I…”
“You can tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth on my cock.”
Jack chuckled. “I bet you do.” Luke was trying so hard. He deserved a small reward. Jack bent and licked a drop of precome from his slit.
“Fuck!” His eyes opened wide, but he squeezed them shut immediately, though he worked his hips, silently begging for more.
“You liked that?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“You’ll have to wait to have more.”
Luke moaned as Jack ran the ice along his inner thighs. He remembered how strongly Luke had reacted to his teasing the pulse point at his wrist, so he took two pieces of ice and held them against both wrists.
“Fuck, that’s cold.” Luke squirmed, but he held on to the chair. Jack drew the ice along his arms and then let it rest against the inside of his elbow until Luke was breathing so fast, he began to worry.
“Are you okay?”
“Just cold, so cold.”
He’d answered easily, and his color was good. “A few more seconds. For me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jack counted to three and dropped the ice back into the cooler. Luke exhaled, sounding very relieved.
“You’re doing so good.” Jack used his tongue to warm Luke’s skin.
By the time he stopped, Luke was whimpering, and more precome was leaking from his cock, which jutted, begging to be touched.
Jack wasn’t ready to let him come, though. He pulled on gloves covered in luxurious faux fur. Starting at Luke’s shoulders, he stimulated him with the soft fabric, running his hands over Luke’s arms, his chest, his legs, never going near his straining cock.
Luke’s hands had to be sore from gripping the chair so hard, and by the time Jack made sweeping strokes back up his body, he was trembling all over.
“Tell me what you need,” Jack insisted.
“I need to come, Sir.”
“I need you to wait a while longer.”
“Please!”
“So eager.” Jack loved that pleading tone, the deep need in his voice. Luke could bring him off just by begging. “You’re doing a beautiful job. I know you can give me what I want.”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll try, Sir.”
“Open your eyes.”
Luke did.
Jack stood and rubbed a hand over his own cock, which was very ready to be freed from the confines of his pants. “See what you do to me?”
“Yes, Sir. I want—” He glanced down.
“This is about what I want, but you’re learning that. You have permission to speak.”
“I want to suck your cock, Sir.”
Jack shook his head. “Not today.”
“But—”
“Luke, what did I just say?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
He looked devastated to have forgotten himself. “You’re new to this, but I expect you to learn quickly.”
“Yes, Sir. I can do better.”
“You can. You need to remember that you don’t make decisions. That’s my job. It’s your job to obey, and right now you’re going to keep your hands where they are and your eyes on me.”
Luke seemed wary but said, “Yes, Sir.”
Jack unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He wanted to draw this out, but as he started to give himself slow, lazy strokes, he realized he couldn’t keep such a slow pace for long. Luke’s moans and whimpers, his desire to please, the way he stared at Jack like he wanted Jack more than anything in the world, had him hornier than he’d been in a long time. He wanted to see Luke’s expression when he shot his load, but what he wanted far more was to bend him over and drive into his ass, to feel Luke’s tight channel clench around his cock as he begged for more.
Fuck! Thinking like that wasn’t helping at all. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as he worked himself, slowly. So fucking slowly. Studying Luke was hardly a distraction. He was going to snap the arms right off the chair if he gripped it any harder. And so much precome had run down his cock, he could use it for lube.
“Have you ever come just from watching something? Without even touching yourself?”
Luke shook his head.
“One day, we’ll find out if you can.”
“Fuck! I mean…yes, Sir.”
Jack grinned, too amused to call him out on his error. Luke pressed his lips together like he was trying not to say anything else.
“Tell me how you feel.”
Luke groaned. “My balls ache. My cock is harder than it’s ever been. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, but I love this. I love how you look at me. I love you telling me what to do, knowing I can’t come until you want me to.”
Holy shit! That was more than Jack could take. He sped up his strokes, faster, faster, and then he cried out as his orgasm knocked the breath from him.
When he’d wrung himself dry, he picked up a towel, cleaned off, and then tucked himself back in.
Luke waited silently, but he looked like he was about to explode. Jack was definitely going to see if he could force a hands-free orgasm from Luke very soon.
Jack moved closer until he was right in front of Luke.
“You may use one hand to jerk off now. Keep your legs apart and your eyes on me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Luke worked his cock quickly, palming the head on each stroke.
“Yes, just like that,” Jack encouraged.
He worked his hips, driving himself into the circle of his hand. His neck and chest were flushed, his muscles clenched. Surely he was close.
“Come for me, boy.”
Seconds later, come spurted from his cock, shooting so far, it splashed against Jack’s chest. Luke kept going, pumping out a huge load. It was the most erotic thing Jack had seen in a long time, which said quite a lot, considering what he witnessed at the club.
“Goddamn, you’re hot.”
“Th-thank you, Sir.”
He grabbed another towel and knelt in front of Luke so he could clean him up. He wanted to do it with his tongue, but he’d sworn he’d go slow, and he was determined to keep his word.
“You did good today, boy.”
Luke beamed. He seemed half delirious, drunk on the high of orgasm.
“Drink this.” Jack handed him a bottle of water.
Luke took several sips. Simply watching his throat work as he swallowed had Jack’s cock perking up again. Luke made him fucking insatiable.
“Are we done for today, Sir?”
Jack nodded. “Once you’ve had some water and you feel ready, I want you to get dressed.”
“When can I see you again?”
Tomorrow? No, that was much too soon. But dammit, he wanted to take Luke home and keep him locked in his bedroom. Did that make him a psycho?
Only if you actually do it.
“Wednesday night. Would that work?”
“So long?”
Jack should probably scold him for questioning the length of time, but he was much too satisfied to discipline him right then. “I have a feeling it’s going to take a long time to teach you the value of anticipation.”
Luke grinned. “Wednesday night would be great.”
“Eight o’clock?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be here.”