Trusting Him

by L. M. Somerton

  The touches, the ache, just the position over Luke’s lap—if it hadn’t been for the cage, he was sure he would have come. He could still feel where the tip of Luke’s finger had penetrated his channel. He wanted Luke inside him with an all-consuming need and unless his imagination was playing tricks on him Luke had said that it was his intention to fuck him. Tomorrow. And it had sounded as if Luke was just as impatient as he was for them to be together. Skye rubbed his cheek on the soft fabric of Luke’s trousers. His hair got a tug.

  “Get dressed, Skye. You’ll be spending the rest of your free time this afternoon with me in my office.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Skye got to his feet, hampered by the jeans and underwear that were still around his knees. He adjusted his clothing, giving Luke a tentative smile. His reward was a deep, aggressive kiss that left him even more befuddled than he had been before. He followed Luke back to his office, grateful for the opportunity for some thinking time.

  Luke took the seat behind his desk, put his elbows on the wooden surface and steepled his fingers. The office door was closed, but not locked.

  “I imagine there’s a lot going on in your head, Skye. Some quiet time will be good for both of us. Take your clothes off, please.”

  Skye stripped, his mind wandering to the fact that he wouldn’t need much of a clothes budget in future, he spent that much time naked. He smiled at the thought, which was random and had come out of nowhere.

  “I’m glad you’re finding this amusing,” Luke said, his expression stern. “No kneeling today. You may take the other chair.”

  Sinking into the cushioned leather, Skye made himself comfortable.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Luke seemed to find the view of Skye’s bare body and shiny cock cage intriguing, because for a few minutes he just sat and stared. Skye fidgeted, uncomfortable under his scrutiny, hoping he passed muster. Luke slid open a desk drawer. He pulled out several objects, a blindfold, what looked like a gag, several short lengths of rope and a metal chain with some kind of clip on either end.

  Luke pushed his chair back and stood, his movements as smooth and controlled as always. Skye envied his certainty. “You need time to think and I’m going to give it to you,” Luke said. He used two pieces of rope to bind Skye’s wrists to the arms of the chair, and two more went farther up his arms. “I’m not going to tie your ankles. I want you to hold that position with your legs spread wide.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Skye shifted a little. He wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was difficult to keep his body still when his mind was so active.

  “Removing any visual stimulation will help you.” Luke tied the blindfold around Skye’s head, cutting off the light. Not even the smallest glimmer penetrated the dense fabric. Something rubbery pressed against his lips. Skye opened his mouth and it was filled with a hard, bulbous shape that narrowed at the base, allowing him to close his mouth around it. A strap went around his head which Luke buckled, holding the gag in place.

  “This kind of gag won’t hurt your jaw as much as a ball gag would. Breathe through your nose. You should be able to swallow normally. Nod if you can.”

  Skye suckled the rubber, getting used to the taste. Swallowing wasn’t a problem. He ducked his head, letting Luke know that he was okay.

  “Good. Now, something to help you focus.”

  Skye jerked as his nipples were flicked until they burned.

  “These clamps aren’t the most painful type, but they will make you ache.” A sharp pinch followed the cold contact of metal. Skye sucked in his breath as best he could around the gag as the bite of pain sent bolts of lightning straight to his cock. When the second one was applied, he moaned. “If you want to use your safe word, just nod your head. I’ll be right here and I won’t leave you.”

  Various soft sounds told Skye that Luke had resumed his seat behind the desk. The rustle of fabric and a creak of leather was followed by the tap of fingers on keys. The sound was soporific. Skye drifted, aware of the ache caused by the nipple clamps but not bothered by it. He clenched his arse, wishing he were plugged. The thought sent his mind to fantasies about what else would soon be filling him and a sense of happy contentment washed over him. He drifted. He could trust Luke to take care of him, to give him what he needed. He had no doubt that when his Dominant, his Luke, made love to him, every second would be perfect.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Time in Luke’s study had given Skye a chance to clear his head. He was glad to be rid of the gag, which had left a funny taste in his mouth. His nipples still ached from the clamps and the memory of the shocking pain when Luke had taken them off would stay with him for quite a while. He’d had no idea that their removal would be so agonizing compared to having them attached. Next time—because he was sure there would be a next time, having seen the glee in Luke’s eyes—he’d make sure to have some ice cubes to hand. He worried that he’d enjoyed the experience a bit too much but then dismissed the thought. Moderate pain was one of his kinks. Luke was helping him realize that.

  Reenergized, he’d bounced through dinner service and was now looking forward to the slave auction. Dinner had been an amazing, decadent feast. Saul had dressed as a Roman emperor, complete with crown, while Roy had donned a golden toga. Goran had drawn admiring, lustful glances in his gladiator get-up, complete with leather skirt, and the other guests seemed to have taken their inspiration from episodes of Spartacus, the Doms wearing almost as little as their subs.

  In celebration of the last evening of a memorable week, Fergus and Henry had forgone costumes and were parading around in nothing more than cock rings, collars and sandals. They seemed to be enjoying every moment of the attention they were getting as a result. Skye was glad he hadn’t been asked to do the same. He’d fastened the strip of cloth he’d been provided with around his hips with several safety pins to ensure the knot didn’t give way at an inconvenient moment. Underneath, other than the chastity device, he was naked. Bending over had to be done with extreme care.

  Goran had helped Fergus and Henry with the decorations and they’d produced a small stage for the auction offerings to stand on. Bidding would be done with a mixture of chocolate coins and Monopoly money, with Goran acting as auctioneer. Skye’s job was to keep the bidders supplied with snacks and drinks.

  As the ‘sale’ commenced, Skye couldn’t stop laughing. Various incentives were offered alongside the monetary bids, ranging from jelly beans to flavored lube and fluorescent rubber cock rings. The event descended into a cheerful, hysterical riot as each Dom ‘won’ his own sub and appropriate gratitude was received. To Skye’s surprise, Rayne appeared, wearing wrist and ankle cuffs and a pink thong. Not very authentic, but no one seemed to care. Goran announced a secret bid had been received and Tor, still in his chef’s whites, appeared to claim his prize. Rayne’s grin spoke volumes as he was hoisted over Tor’s shoulder and carried toward the kitchen.

  Fergus and Henry were the final, star lot. Offering themselves as a pair, bidding was heated, but they went to Roy and Saul, which was no surprise to Skye or anyone else. With the auction over, the various couples drifted toward their rooms determined to enjoy the last few hours of their break. Skye leaned against the wall, taking in the chaos that he had to clear before he could set up for breakfast. Everyone else was occupied, so he faced the task alone.

  “I think they all enjoyed themselves, don’t you?”

  “Luke!” Skye had no idea how his Dom managed to move so quietly. “Sir…were you watching?”

  “In the background, yes. You did an excellent job. I’m proud of you.” Luke pulled Skye against him so that Skye’s back was pressed to Luke’s front. He stroked Skye’s belly before slipping a hand beneath his scanty costume to cup his arse. “Watching you move, knowing you were bare under here, I wanted to touch.”

  “I…” Skye’s knees shook as Luke stroked between his legs, touching his balls, the soft skin behind them, the edge of his hole. “Sir…please.”

  “Soon, sweethea
rt. Tonight I’m going to chain you to my bed, plug you, play with you. Tomorrow, you’re mine.”

  “Already yours, Sir.” Skye’s senses overloaded. He pressed back against Luke’s body, needing to be held close.

  “Indeed.” Luke kissed his neck. “I’ll help you clear. I get you to myself quicker that way.”

  Skye worked on autopilot as he made trip after trip to the kitchen. There was no sign of Rayne or Tor. Benjy and Frank were clearing up, but focused on getting finished too. Skye decided that he’d get up early to lay for breakfast. All he wanted to do at that moment was be alone with Luke.

  “Are we done?” Luke poked his head around the kitchen door.

  “Yes, Sir.” Skye scampered toward Luke’s out-held hand.

  “Good night, boys. Magnificent performance again this evening.” Luke still took the time to compliment Benjy and Frank. “Get yourselves to bed.”

  “Yes, Mr. Redding. We’ll be done in a few minutes,” Benjy said, plunging his cloth into a sink of steaming water. “Can’t skimp. Tor is…”

  “Demanding? Yes, I know.” Luke grinned. “We’ll see you both in the morning.”

  Holding Skye’s hand tight, he tugged him all the way to the staff corridor—not that Skye needed any persuasion. Once they were inside Luke’s room, Skye let out a sigh of relief. It had been an exhausting evening and he hadn’t realized how much tension had built up in his shoulders.

  “This barely merits the description of costume.” Luke fiddled with the safety pins before tugging the cloth from around Skye’s waist. “Oh, that’s much better.”

  Skye kicked off his sandals, leaving him clad in his collar and chastity cage. He dropped to his knees, spreading his thighs wide, and clasped his hands behind his back.

  “Very pretty.”

  To Skye’s astonishment, and delight, Luke stripped to bare skin. He had the kind of muscle definition that Skye could only dream of, but wasn’t bulky. Skye guessed that all the running kept him lean. There was enough hair on his chest that Skye wanted to rub his cheek against it. He was erect, his cock bobbing as he walked closer. Skye parted his lips, desperate for a taste.

  “Not yet, love. I want you on the bed. Lie on your back.”

  Skye scrambled to do as he was told. Sometime during the day, Luke had fixed a set of manacles to each of the bed posts. He used them to chain Skye’s wrists and ankles, stretching his body into a taut star shape. Skye hardly noticed. He was fixating on Luke’s use of the word ‘love’. I’m sure it’s just a figure of speech. I know I’ve fallen hard for him, but he’s too controlled…it’s too soon. I’m the emotional one.

  “I don’t know what’s going on in that busy head of yours,” Luke said as he knelt across Skye’s body. “But I’d appreciate your full attention.” He crawled up the bed until he straddled Skye’s head. His cock dipped tantalizingly close to Skye’s lips. “What’s your safe word?”

  “Napoleon, Sir.”

  “You won’t be able to use it all the time. Rattle the chains if you’re unable to speak but want me to stop.”

  “I won’t want you to stop, Sir.”

  Luke fucked Skye’s mouth like he owned it. All Skye could do, bound as he was, was lie there and take it. He had no opportunity to be an active participant in what was happening—he had no choice but to submit to Luke’s complete dominance. He relaxed his jaw and throat as best he could, ecstatic that Luke trusted himself to be so assertive. In its cage, Skye’s cock tried to stiffen, the rings of metal pressing hard into his aching flesh. He gripped the chains holding his arms, clutching the metal until it dug into his palms. Luke withdrew as he came. A few drops of hot liquid splashed Skye’s lips, which he licked with eager strokes of his tongue. The remainder of Luke’s release hit Skye’s chest and belly. Luke sat back on his haunches, panting, not resting all his weight on Skye’s legs.

  Still taking care of me even now. Skye beamed, jubilant that he’d been part of Luke’s pleasure. He giggled as Luke ran a finger through the liquid on his chest.

  “That tickles, Sir!”

  “You smell of me now. I like that. If it weren’t so sticky, I’d be tempted to leave you like that but as it is…” He climbed off the bed, returning with a packet of wipes that he used to give Skye a cursory clean-up. “Do you need to use an enema kit before I plug you?”

  Skye’s face heated. “No, Sir. I did that earlier. After I moved my things from my room.”

  “You can always ask me to help you with it. It’s not so easy on your own.”

  “I manage okay, Sir.” Skye couldn’t imagine letting anyone be involved in such a personal activity, even Luke.

  “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I appreciate your forethought.”

  “It’s a bit icky, Sir.”

  “A strong relationship isn’t all hearts and flowers, Skye. I’m here for you whenever you need me. Icky or not.” Luke smiled and his eyes lit up. He released Skye’s wrists and ankles. “I’m going to use a bigger plug tonight—consider it part of your training.”

  “So I can take you, Sir?”

  “That won’t be a problem. You were made for me, but I want your first time to be as pain-free as possible. This will help.” He showed Skye a ridged black rubber plug.

  “Oh…that’s big, Sir.”

  “Not as big as me. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow and use plenty of lube.” He coated the toy with a layer of glistening gel. “Pull your knees back.”

  Skye gulped. He hooked his arms beneath his knees then pulled them to his chest, hyper aware of the view Luke now had.

  “You have a beautiful arse.” Luke pressed the end of the plug to Skye’s hole. It was cold, making him flinch. Luke stroked Skye’s balls. “Perhaps a little distraction will help.”

  “Oh God.” Skye willed his muscles to relax and the first part of the plug slipped inside him. He clenched his arse, gripping the invader, trying to push it out.

  “It’s not going anywhere, love. Deep breaths.”

  Each time Skye breathed in, Luke pushed a bit more of the plug into his channel. The stretch felt huge, but then the toy tapered.

  “Well done.” Luke jiggled the end of the toy, making Skye gasp. His arse muscles seemed to have developed a mind of their own, working the plug in a rhythm that made Skye drop his legs. The change in position made him gasp again. The chastity device was getting painful.

  “You have no idea how perfect you look, plugged and caged for my pleasure. Do you need the bathroom before we sleep?”

  Skye shook his head because speech was beyond him. He shifted to one side of the bed wondering how he would manage a wink of sleep. With the warmth of Luke’s body pressed against him, his eyelids drooped.

  “Sleep, Skye. That’s an order.”

  Something in Skye’s brain registered the command and he had no choice but to submit to Luke’s will.

  * * * *

  More rested than he expected to be, Skye cruised through both the staff and guest breakfast services. Roy and Saul took the time to thank all the staff in person, even bringing Benjy and Frank from the kitchen to congratulate them on their excellent food. Fergus and Henry dealt with bringing all the luggage down to the front hall and Rayne parked the guests’ cars outside the front door. Each of them had been washed and polished until they gleamed, which got new exclamations of delight as the luggage was loaded. Skye hovered in the background, helping where he could. He accepted hugs from the submissives and had his hair tousled by the Dominants more times than he could count. Fergus and Henry had standing invitations from more than one couple if they ever wanted to stay in Manchester, or even to take a short city break.

  Skye had overheard Saul trying to leave sizeable tips for everyone, but Luke had turned him down, telling him that there was no expectation of that kind of reward. The Retreat paid its staff very well and excellent service was expected as a matter of course, not because anyone thought they could be earning extra money. Roy promised to email some of the photos they’d taken tha
t they were content to be used on the website, once he’d had a chance to edit them and Luke was very happy with that arrangement.

  All in all, it was a very merry bunch who headed north with promises that they would be back and that they would be recommending The Retreat to all their friends. When the cars chugged in convoy down the drive, the place seemed very empty, and for a moment the staff looked at each other, a bit lost.

  Skye stood close to Luke, needing his proximity but not really understanding why.

  “This is about as close to top drop as you’ll get when you’re working. It’s like the feeling you get when you come out of subspace and the real world is still waiting. It’s been an intense few days and I want you all to take time for yourselves. Relax, go out, have some fun. You’ll be doing the cleaning crew a favor because they won’t want you lot under their feet while they work.”

  Fergus and Henry retreated to their respective rooms to catch up on some much-needed sleep, making plans with Rayne to have an outing that evening to the local pub. Goran said his goodbyes as he would be heading back to London and his job at The Underground. Tor was going to travel with him as Goran had a car, because an old friend was staying in the country for a few days and he wanted to take the chance to have a short visit.

  “I could do with a mug of coffee right now,” Luke said. “Why don’t you and I head to the snug to plan our day?” He squeezed Skye’s shoulder.

  “I’ll make the coffee, Sir, then meet you in there.” Skye was happy to have a defined task to do. That it was a job he could do for Luke made it even better. Even something as simple as providing a hot drink gave him intense pleasure.

  He knew where everything was in the kitchen so it didn’t take him long to brew a pot of coffee. He stacked everything he needed on a tray, along with a plate of stem ginger cookies that either Benjy or Frank must have baked earlier that morning. If he ever had time, he intended to ask them if they could teach him to cook a few simple things. He wanted to be able to bake treats for Luke by himself rather than relying on others.