Reece
Everything had changed. Lying in his arms, the worry was gone and nothing else mattered. There would be conversations about what we wanted and discussions on limits, but those could wait. At that moment, all I wanted to do was cuddle as close as I could to him with his strong body wrapped around mine.
I’d never been so grateful I was short. Too much taller, and it would have been awkward on his lap, but instead, it was wonderful. The heat from him, the rough feel of his clothes as they rubbed against my skin, the way his touch gave me a constant reminder that I was naked and he wasn’t.
It’d been so long since I’d been able to let everything go, and it had been better than I’d dreamed. I hadn’t been waiting for him long enough to get stiff—well, not my legs anyway—but between the worry being lifted and then the pleasure, I felt lighter than I had in months—but still worn out and well used.
If that was how I felt when he’d only jerked me off, I couldn’t wait to see what happened when he got creative. His hand finally released my cock, but his touch only left me long enough to grab a tissue from the end table, and then he was back to me, carefully cleaning his hand and some of the cum that was streaked across my chest.
When I was as neat as he could get me, his fingers moved back to caress my overly sensitive length, then trailed over my hip and up my chest, tracing random patterns and circles on my skin. I couldn’t help but jump and make little noises every time his touch went back to my dick, but he just made low chuckling sounds.
“Tell me your safeword, Pet.” The wicked smile in his voice made my toes curl. He liked seeing me jump, and playing with my still-sensitive cock clearly turned him on. The evidence of that was pressed against my leg, hard and long.
I refused to feel embarrassed about my safeword; it was a good one. “Sith.”
Houston laughed but didn’t stop touching me. “So, you’re not just a computer expert but a geek as well?”
I squirmed as his gentle fingers stroked my cock and tried to smile. “Of course.”
“Good to know. Remember your safeword, Pet.” His touch changed slightly, a little more pressure, rougher. And even though it wasn’t much of a difference, it made me gasp, and I fought the urge to squirm. It didn’t exactly hurt; it was like sparks shooting up through me. Part of me wanted to pull away, but an even bigger part wanted to lay there and whine, letting my Dom do whatever he wanted.
It’d been so goddamned long. Too long, the submissive inside me chimed, basking in the almost-pain that Houston wanted us to endure for him. So. Fuckin’. Hot.
“If this is sensitive, think about how it’s going to feel when I make you come twice in a row and then wrap your dick in a nice cock ring, keeping you soft for me. You’re going to make the prettiest noises as I play with you, Pet. I can’t wait.” His rough voice rolled through me and made every nerve more responsive.
He continued caressing my cock, smiling with every little sound that escaped me. “I’m going to make you have your first orgasm by teasing those sensitive nipples of yours, and then your cock, just enough to push you over the edge. Next, I’m going to stretch you out and spread your legs, making you come again with my fingers deep inside you and maybe even my tongue, if you’ve been a very good boy, Pet. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Even if your body,” he pulled at my half-hard dick, making my toes curl and a whine escape, “is tender, you’re going to want my mouth on you, won’t you, Pet?”
The images he was putting in my head were naughty and beautiful. He’d make me come over and over, and then he’d revel in playing with my body while I was overly sensitive, probably unable to decide if I wanted him to stop or if I wanted more.
But it wasn’t going to be up to me.
One finger dipped down from my cock and teased over my balls, hinting at what he was going to do one day, where he was going to kiss me. “You’ll be begging and squirming, knowing it’s not up to you but wanting it, anyway. And once you come, that tight hole clenched around my fingers and wet from my mouth, I’m going to wrap the ring around you, and then the real fun begins.”
He lightly brushed over the sensitive muscles, and I moaned, my legs falling even more open. Houston gave a low chuckle and let his finger circle over my opening, but he didn’t try to enter me. With no lube, I should have been grateful, but I was mostly needy and disappointed.
“Not yet, Pet. We need to talk about limits and work some things out before I fuck your sexy body. And that’s what you want, isn’t it? To feel me slide into you and take you—to make you mine?” He wasn’t going to be some weekend Dom who just played around in the bedroom. No, the possession in his voice said he was going to take as much as I was willing to give him.
“Yes.” The word burst out before the last remaining cautious parts of my brain could step in.
Fuck, who was I trying to kid, I didn’t want careful or just playing once in a while. I wanted everything. I wanted to be bent over the couch, spanked and punished for coming home late and not calling. I wanted to be at his mercy when I worked too long and didn’t set boundaries at work. I wanted rules and pleasure and pain. “I want to be yours, Sir.”
His hand tightened on my still-sensitive shaft, and I arched up into his grip, gasping at the sensation. His response was another low chuckle, but his voice was thick with something deeper than just enjoyment. “I’m going to make you mine then, Pet.”
I knew my sexy, nearly OCD roommate was still there, but he was also finally letting me see the other part of him. The part he’d kept hidden, and from what Jake had said, seemed to have pushed away. Had he been afraid that this part of himself would scare me off?
Maybe if I’d been new to the scene. Maybe if I hadn’t already known who I was and what I needed. When I’d first stumbled onto everything, he would have been overwhelming as hell. Just the look in his eyes alone would have sent me running. But as I sat curled up in his lap, letting the beautiful almost-pain wash over me, there wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
“Please, Master.” I had no idea what I was begging for. Stopping his touch wasn’t my goal, but begging for more seemed stupid. The way my nerves were firing was short-circuiting my brain, and I couldn’t manage anything else.
I felt Houston’s cock jerk under me, and I knew how much he loved my pleas. I had vivid images flashing through my head of being tied down while he pushed me right to the edge. He was going to drive me crazy. Just with the best, naughtiest possible definition.
“We’re going to have our talk first, Pet.” His hand gradually relaxed. I could finally think as he released my dick, but relaxing against him, I missed his touch immediately. “Go over and put your hands on the coffee table, but keep your legs straight and that ass out. I’m going to grab a few things before we have our talk.”
He gave my ass a pat as I tried to make my legs work enough to get off his lap. The room was suddenly cooler without his touch, but knowing I was going to be on display for him was quickly warming me up again.
The smooth wood was cool against my hands, and I stretched out my legs, arching my back. I wanted him to know I would do my best to follow his instructions. “Very good, Pet. But move your legs apart a bit more, that’s right. Beautiful.”
I could hear him moving as he stood and started walking around the room. “Wait just like that for me.”
“Yes, Master.” I closed my eyes and let the pleasure from the words wash over me. I was still nervous, and I knew there was a lot that could still go wrong, but I wanted it. I wanted the peace and the pleasure that came from knowing I didn’t have to do anything but what my master said.
Everything was simple and perfect. Houston was in charge. It was relaxing, but it also gave me a purpose beyond work and friends. I’d missed the simple act of waiting. As I’d knelt on the floor, waiting for him to walk through the door, I’d been nervous, but there’d also been a calm that had settled over me. Especially when he’d walked in the door and had known immediately what I was trying to show him.
And nothing I’d told him had scared him off.
There’d been no lecture about bi just being a label for a guy who couldn’t admit he was gay, and no freaking out because of course being bi meant I couldn’t settle down with just one person. And thank fuck, no losing his marbles about anything I’d already done. People’s idea of BDSM could be so rigid that the idea of my previous mistress giving me to someone else would have made them incredibly uncomfortable.
Houston had just taken everything in stride and wanted to know how I’d felt about it. That was it.
“Someone’s not waiting very patiently; I think your mind’s started to wander.” Houston’s voice made me jump, and I fought to be still.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Deciding that being honest might get me some points, I continued, “I was thinking about you.”
His hand gripped my ass and started kneading one cheek. He made a low hum, but I couldn’t decide if it was in pleasure or if he was just thinking. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to butter me up or not, Pet, but I think a little reminder about being a good boy for me is in order.”
Thank fuck.
The squeeze of his hand let me know what he was thinking. My head dropped lower and a shiver of excitement raced up my spine. My words were needy and tinged with desperation. There was no way to hide how much I wanted it. “I’m sorry, Master. Please help me be good for you.”
Please spank me.
Please.
Even just a little.
I wanted the heat racing through me, and I wanted to feel his touch and know he was marking me as his. Yes, it’d been too long since I’d been bent over like this, but it was the last couple of days living with him that had pushed me to the edge so quickly.
The constant unknown had been incredibly stressful, and wanting him but knowing I couldn’t have the fantasies running through my head had been wearing. When what I wanted was right in front of me, and so close I could almost taste it, exhaustion had been a constant companion.
I’d slow down and think eventually, that was inevitable. But for that moment, I was just going to enjoy it. Nothing I’d seen in Houston made me uneasy or wary. It might not work out or we could end up needing different things, but he wasn’t someone I wanted to run from.
The flash of pain that went through me as his hand came down the first time quickly turned to heat and desire. I couldn’t hold back the desperate moan that broke out of me. Houston gave a low laugh, and his hand struck my ass again on the opposite cheek.
“This is what you need, isn’t it? You’re going to look so good with my marks on your ass. You’re going to remember me every time you sit down for a while, aren’t you?” I could hear the wicked smile in his voice, and I knew how much he loved it.
“Yes, Master.” I did my best to push the words out clearly, but between the desire and the heat, it was hard to concentrate.
He peppered my ass with his hand, spreading the smacks over the entire surface but making sure to get the sensitive seat just above my legs. I would probably ache tomorrow; it wasn’t enough to actually hurt, that wasn’t the point, but I would feel it in every movement, even after the marks had faded.
“Such a sexy ass, made for spanking.” Houston paused long enough to run his fingers over my skin, sending shivers through me. My cock was already half-hard, even though I’d just come, but it felt too good not to respond.
When his fingers trailed over the crack in my ass and over my hole, I moaned again. He laughed, and I got a rough squeeze of one cheek before he went back to exploring my body. Everything was sensitive and every nerve on edge, so the lightest flicker of his finger sent waves of pleasure through me.
I fought to stay still, but low sounds escaped and my legs shook from the effort. I got one last pat to my ass, and he moved away from me. “Spread your legs wider, Pet. I have something here that’s going to make sure we have a very productive conversation.”
Shit.
Forcing my feet to move, leaving me open to his gaze, I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to stay still. Curiosity was warring with the need to be good for him, and I wasn’t sure which would win.
The sound that came from behind me was unmistakable—lube.
The pop of the top, the perfectly dirty sound as he squirted it out. I tried to relax, but I was too excited, too worked up to make my muscles listen. One slick finger circled around my tight pucker, and I felt his other hand cup my ass, rubbing slowly over the still-heated skin.
“You look so incredible like this. I could keep going, and I think you could too. But I have some questions for you. We’re going to talk about limits, and I’m going to figure out exactly what you need.” His words should have been easy and almost sweet, but they were heated and filled with need.
When his finger finally pushed gently against my opening, I fought to relax and let him in. I wanted this. I wanted him. I’d been fantasizing about him for days and about being taken like that for a lot longer. I wanted to beg him to go faster, but I knew that would be stupid. That would just ensure I’d have to wait longer.
The feel of him sliding into me took my breath away. Nerves danced and muscles stretched just enough to make me want more. Seeing that I wasn’t fighting the sensation, Houston gently eased his finger deeper and pleasure flooded through me.
Another moan tore out of me as he brushed up against my prostate. Houston chuckled, but then did something that made my toes curl and pleasure ricochet through me. My previously half-hard cock went completely erect and desperate for more.
When it felt like he was pulling away, with the tip of his finger the only thing still inside of me, I cried out in almost panic. I wasn’t ready for it to be done; he couldn’t stop there. He started rubbing soothing circles on my ass, and a second finger slid in next to the first.
It could have been painful, but all I felt was relief that he wasn’t pulling away, and that it wasn’t over. “That’s my needy boy.”
He slowly sank his fingers into me, letting me get used to the sensation, but I didn’t want time to adjust. I wanted the burn, and I wanted more. Clenching down around his fingers, I tried to beg without the words that might get me in trouble.
I got another low laugh from him, and he gave my ass a smack, but instead of slowing down, he started fucking me faster. His fingers stretched me, brushing up against that perfect bundle of nerves that made everything even more incredible.
When his fingers finally pulled out, I was shaking, and a cry of protest escaped before I could stop myself. Houston just ignored it, though, and quickly brought something hard to my hole. The blunt tip of what I thought was a plug started pushing at me, and it stretched me even more. Everything was slightly fuzzy and almost perfect by the time it was fully seated, and my ass closed up around the base, holding it tightly inside me.
Need and desire were making my head swim, but I could also feel my submission wrapping around me like a soothing blanket that had been missing for too long. Houston’s hands made long sweeping motions over my ass, teasing the plug and the still-sensitive skin from the earlier spanking.
I didn’t know how long he kept me there, but by the time he started urging me to straighten, all I wanted to do was lean against him and soak up the pleasure. “That’s my good boy.”
The plug shifted and brushed up against my prostate, making me gasp, but Master didn’t wait for me to catch my breath. He just smiled and held me steady. “On my lap again. It’s time for our talk.”
It took a moment for the words to fully register, but by that time he was already walking me back to the chair. Curling up in his lap again, that time filled with the plug and the swirl of emotion and need coursing through me, I just relaxed into him.
I’d do anything he wanted, but thinking was nearly impossible.
As he wrapped me in his arms, running his hands over me with more confidence than he’d had the first time, I just sighed. Master didn’t let me relax, though. He reached over to the side table and grabbed a piece of paper that I couldn’t remember being there before.
His deep, firm voice said he wasn’t going to let me get away with not answering. “Limits, Pet. We’re going to discuss each one of these, and if you’re good, you might get a reward when we’re done.”
“I…I…it…” My brain couldn’t keep up. “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” Houston’s words were tender, but his expression was wicked. I almost didn’t want to know what he was going to say next. “And I know it’s hard, Pet, but I have something that will help you stay focused.”
Master’s hand moved to reach over to the small table again. That time, a small remote appeared. Before it could even register what the little device was for, the plug started to vibrate and lightning shot up my spine. My cock was so hard it ached, and all I could do was writhe on Master’s lap while he played with the toy lodged deep inside me.
When he finally let it stop, and I could make my eyes focus on him, he was smiling. “That’s going to make sure I get nice full answers from my boy. Now, first one.” He pointed to the long list now sitting on the arm of the chair. “Tell me how you feel about spankings, Pet.”
Fuck.
It was going to be a long night.