by Luna, David
Jamie looked down to his lap again then glanced up just enough to meet Ronan’s gaze before shifting his eyes back down. “Does that mean we’re dating?”
“Mmmhmm. It means we’re going to try different things out and see what works for us. We won’t have a contract between us. We’ll take it day by day. I want it to feel organic. Maybe sometimes you’ll feel like submitting to me when we’re out to dinner or some other kind of date. You can tell me if and when that happens. But otherwise, you’ll only be submissive to me in bed. What do you think about that?”
Jamie shrugged. “Okay, I guess. It makes me nervous though.”
Ronan understood that and nodded. “That’s only natural. We’ll get through it together. How about that? We can learn what you need from your submission as we go. I want this to feel organic, not shoved upon you. If something isn’t right or there are things I suggest you don’t want to do, we won’t do it. You’re new to this, so we’ll go at your pace.”
Jamie took a big, deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “Okay. As long as I have a say in things.”
Ronan lifted Jamie’s chin up. “You’ll learn that submissives are the ones with all of the power in this type of relationship. But we’ll go into that later. All I care about is knowing you want to pursue a relationship with me and agree to explore your desires no matter how strange or foreign they feel to you. Do you trust me enough to share those things with me?”
Jamie snorted. “You caught me with a hard-on watching you edge that guy to within an inch of his life. I think we’ve maxed-out at the top level of embarrassment for me. The rest will be a cakewalk.”
Ronan loved that response and laughed with Jamie. “Good. It’s late. I’ve kept you longer than I intended to this evening. Now, you have an option. Do you want me to drive you home, or do you want to come to my bed and sleep with me? And when I say sleep, I mean sleep. You’re knackered. Talking about this, and being tense all day because of it, has exhausted you. I want you to sleep in my bed, and I want to wrap myself around you all night and hold you. But if you want or feel the need to go home, I’ll take you there right now.”
Jamie bit his lip and met Ronan’s gaze. “I’d like to stay with you, but I don’t have clothes for work tomorrow.”
“I’ll drop you off at your place in the morning and head to work. You can get ready and come in when you’re done. How does that sound?”
“Kind of perfect.”
“Jesus, boy. Don’t give me those sexy bedroom eyes and then expect me to hold back from taking you again.”
Jamie chuckled, as if the fact he had the power to turn Ronan on that much delighted him. He stood and looked submissively down at the ground, trying not to smile but unable to contain it.
Ronan grabbed Jamie’s hand and yanked him down to straddle his lap. Grabbing on to his hair, he tugged until his lips were touching Jamie’s ear. “You keep doing that, boy, and I’ll turn you over my knee and spank that sweet ass of yours.”
Jamie shuddered in his arms and whispered, “Oh, fuck.”
Ronan gripped Jamie’s ass cheeks tightly and stood with him in his arms. Jamie wrapped his legs around him and hugged him tight. Ronan walked them toward his bedroom kissing, nibbling, and sucking on Jamie’s neck, enjoying the little mewling sounds escaping from the boy’s lips. They went about the business of getting ready for bed, both of them sporting hard cocks beneath their boxer briefs. When they got in bed, Jamie gave him a sexy kiss and a seductive pout when Ronan said, “Hmm mm. Not gonna happen. I made you a promise, and I’m going to keep it. Now, turn over so I can spoon you.” Jamie finally followed directions after another quick kiss. “Goodnight, Jamie.”
Jamie whispered, “Goodnight,” as he snuggled back into Ronan’s arms. Ronan’s dick nearly hardening again, but he kept his word and ignored it. He was fast asleep in Ronan’s arms in less than five minutes. The feeling of rightness in having Jamie in his arms was something he’d never felt before. It should have scared him to death, but all he could feel was anticipation for what their new relationship would bring.
JAMIE
Walking up the path to Ronan’s less than a week after they’d agreed to date had Jamie’s nerves staging a riot. The whole thing made Jamie nervous. But his nerves weren’t the only thing on high alert either.
Damn hormones.
The past week at work had been slightly awkward. The change between them was huge, and it had a ripple effect. Now, when passing in the hall, Ronan would send him blatant, heated looks when no one was looking, making Jamie lose focus. There were a few near incidents where his body became one with a wall because he’d been so distracted by Ronan and the promise those looks always told. Ronan even found time to call Jamie in his office during breaks to kiss him silly and whisper things to Jamie that he’d only ever heard in porn. But it was getting easier.
Dating the boss wasn’t easy for Jamie since he’d always had a hard and fast rule, but with the small practice and only Natalie—who must have the observation skills of a hunter because she knew almost immediately when she’d first seen them interact the next day—as staff, there was no one else for them to worry about. No one else for Jamie to be concerned about how his relationship with Ronan could affect the practice. And that was important to Jamie.
And it helped. It helped Jamie realize that maybe it could work. Working with and dating Ronan wasn’t a terrible idea. Being able to look at it from thirty-thousand feet let him see the big picture, see how much he’d grown to care for Ronan over the two months they had worked together, and see how much he trusted Ronan through the getting-to-know-him-better phase.
All Jamie had to do was watch Ronan with his patients to see he was a good man.
And now he was Jamie’s.
Jamie rang the doorbell. Moments later, Ronan, dressed in his typical work clothes of dress pants and a light blue, button-up shirt, answered the door with a warm smile.
“Come in, Jamie.”
Jamie smiled and stepped inside. Ronan closed the door behind him. Jamie’s eyes were still locked on Ronan’s smiling lips when he felt Ronan’s hand tilting his chin up. Looking up, Jamie saw the smile on Ronan’s lips reflected in his eyes, and Jamie was once again caught.
He always felt like this. Like he’d been caught in Ronan’s web, wrapped up tight. Safe and sound. Too many times it made him mentally stumble, causing him to stutter his words and blush. There was just something about him. This aura he exuded made Jamie want to get closer, to touch him, to be touched by him, but Jamie couldn’t quite trust that.
Who felt that about someone they just met?
He felt the touch of Ronan’s lips on his cheek, soft and sweet. Jamie heard Ronan breathe in and his eyes slipped closed as Ronan pressed his cheek to Jamie’s temple. He leaned further into Ronan’s embrace as his arms slid around Jamie’s waist. The moment was short, but it settled Jamie.
When Ronan leaned back, still smiling, Jamie felt his heartbeat pound against his ribcage. He loved that look on his face.
“Let’s go sit down.” Ronan turned as he grabbed Jamie’s hand. “Did you want something to eat?”
Jamie sat on the couch when Ronan let go of his hand. “I’m good, thank you. I ate at home since I had to cook for Andy.”
“Andy? He’s the roommate, correct?” Ronan sat next to him, his knee bent up on the cushion, his body facing Jamie.
“Yup, roommate and best friend,” Jamie replied.
“I know you traveled for your job. How did you meet Andy?”
As Jamie talked, Ronan grabbed his hand again and ran his thumb across his knuckles. “Oh, we met in college. I’d gone for nursing, and he went for art. He’d been sitting in this outdoor seating area drawing. When I sat down, I said hi and he replied. We talked, or rather, I talked for about an hour before I realized he was doing that thing where he was giving perfunctory answers but really wasn’t hearing me. Basically, I was talking to myself the whole time. Then I stopped talking, and he looked over
at me and said, ‘Hi, who are you?’ And that was that, we were friends.” Jamie laughed.
Ronan chuckled. “Is he always like that?”
“Yes and no. If there’s art in front of him, yes. He loses focus on conversation and basically anything around him. But with his students, his focus is always completely on them. He doesn’t love his job, but he loves the kids and teaching them. Don’t get me wrong, he can still lose blocks of time at home or when his focus isn’t on the kids in his class. But I love him the way he is.”
“He sounds endearing. He teaches art, I assume?”
“He does. It’s not a dream job but one his parents encouraged him would be better than trying to become an artist full time.” Jamie shook his head. “They mean well, but they aren’t the hands-on type of parents.”
“But he has you, and I know you would encourage him to fulfill his dream.”
Jamie smiled. “I do. He deserves to be doing something he loves. Everyone does.”
“I agree.” Ronan stroked Jamie’s cheek with his free hand. “Now you’re here, so we can go over some basics you need to know. Think of it as a training class of sorts.”
Jamie could do that. When he put his mind to learning something new, he went at it with the goal to excel at it. Jamie nodded.
“Let me take you to my dungeon.” Ronan winked.
“Like Dungeons & Dragons dungeons with cages and things?” Jamie swallowed hard, his nerves that had dissipated with conversation were suddenly back.
Ronan laughed loudly. “Not quite like that. Come on. It’s downstairs.”
They walked back toward the front door and went through an entryway that had a set of wooden steps leading down. If it wasn’t for the large pieces of equipment that were placed around couches and chairs, Jamie would’ve thought it was a plain ole man cave.
Ronan pulled him to a stop when they walked past the long bar to the right of the entryway and turned to face him, holding both of Jamie’s hands in his.
“We’re going to go over a few things you need to know. Safewords are the most important of those things. Then we’ll move on to some of the equipment you see around the room, and maybe test out each one and also toys.”
“Okay,” Jamie said, nodding his head probably a little bit too hard.
“Calm down. We’re only talking. Breathe.”
Jamie took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to center his thoughts.
Opening his eyes, he looked up at Ronan, smiled and replied, “Sorry. I’m better.”
Ronan nodded. “I know. It’s okay to be nervous. This is a good time to talk about your safewords. It’s a word or set of words used like a code word. It’s a way to communicate to your Dom or partner your physical or mental state. You would call out that word if things become too much and you need to stop or slow down. Understand?”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“We need to come up with one for you. Some people use a word they’d in no way ever shout out during sex, or we can use the traffic light system. Red for full stop, yellow for pause or slow down, and green for full steam ahead.” Ronan winked.
Chuckling with him, Jamie replied, “I think the traffic light system is the easiest.”
“Then, where are you now?”
Jamie paused, giving it real thought. “Green.”
“Now, why don’t you kneel for me, and I’ll show you the proper positions I may have you in during a scene. This is a public or private way to show your submission to me.”
Taking another deep breath, Jamie kneeled and sat back on his feet. Looking up at Ronan, he waited.
“We will practice this over time, so it may become easier for you to get into and stay in position. But I don’t see this being more than an occasional thing we do. Mostly special occasions and playtime.” Ronan ran his fingers through Jamie’s hair as he spoke, walking around him. The sensation helped to calm Jamie’s racing heart a small amount.
“Straighten your back.” Ronan stopped walking. “Do you mind taking off your shirt, Jamie?”
Without speaking, Jamie reached around and pulled the shirt over his head. Ronan took it from his hands and placed it over the back of a nearby chair. Jamie straightened his spine, looking to Ronan for more guidance.
Ronan walked behind him, running his finger down Jamie’s spine, causing goosebumps to spread across his body. “That’s good, Jamie. Very good. Keep your knees slightly apart and place your hands, palm up, on your legs. Yes, just like that.”
As Ronan talked, he walked around Jamie, distracting him with small touches to his skin. Ronan ran his fingers lightly across Jamie’s shoulders, up the side of his neck, and then down to caress his collarbone. Each touch turned Jamie on, making him completely focused on Ronan.
“When you’re in this position, there are times when you’ll need to keep your eyes down at all times. I like your eyes on me, so it’ll be rare. I’ll let you know ahead of time, okay?” Ronan asked, his voice calm and even.
“I understand,” Jamie replied.
“I understand, Sir.” Ronan’s voice grew gruff as he grabbed Jamie’s chin, holding his face up gently as his fiery eyes locked onto Jamie’s. “When you are on your knees for me like this, when I have you tied up or held down, when you’re watching someone else submit to me as you submit to me, you will address me as Sir. Do you understand?”
Jamie swallowed. He felt himself panting each breath as he spoke, “Ye…yes, Sir.”
“Good boy, Jamie,” Ronan growled out. His fingers threaded through Jamie’s hair, holding him still has he bent down and devoured Jamie’s mouth. “Jesus. Hearing you say that with that look in your eyes makes me want to do all sorts of things to you right now.” Ronan was now the one panting as he kept his forehead pressed to Jamie’s.
“Please. Sir.” Jamie strained toward Ronan. Ronan’s reaction to him, the want in his voice, had Jamie feeling a little out of control. He just wanted so much he couldn’t think straight.
Ronan groaned, squeezing his fingers tighter in Jamie’s hair. “You tempt me.” Taking a deep breath, Ronan slowly let go of Jamie’s hair and stepped back. “Stand up.”
Jamie stood on legs that felt like jelly. Standing there as his legs solidified under him, he watched Ronan take a deep breath and adjust his hard cock. Jamie stared, wanting to taste him like he’d tasted Jamie the first time they’d been together. The saliva pooled in his mouth.
“Jamie!”
Jamie’s head snapped up at the command in Ronan’s voice.
“Focus. You’ll get that when I say you can.”
Jamie felt his cheeks burning, embarrassment spreading through him at being caught, but he couldn’t help but smile a little. He loved that he could affect Ronan that way.
“Come on. Let me show you some of the equipment.”
Ronan pushed Jamie toward a towering, leather-bound, x-shaped thing that sat near the wall-to-wall windows. It was tall and imposing, like everything else in the room.
“This is the St. Andrew’s Cross. You can see the padded buckles on each corner. It’s used to restrain a sub for their Dom’s pleasure. Come on.”
Once again, Jamie found himself being nudged forward. Ronan instructed him to turn his back to the cross and fit his hands and ankles to each corner where the buckles were attached. “Do you want me to buckle them to give you a feel of what it’s like?” Ronan asked, his eyes searching Jamie’s.
Jamie thought about it. As much as the thought of being tied down for Ronan’s pleasure turned him on, he didn’t think he was quite ready to test it out yet, even for educational purposes. Jamie shook his head, feeling guilty for saying no. But when Ronan smiled and reached out to caress his cheek, Jamie knew he’d done the right thing, and Ronan thought so too.
They moved again and again, from the cushioned-bondage table with the cage underneath, to the weird chair that had eyelets and an open seat that, according to Ronan, allowed complete access to a sub’s hole when they were secured to it. Ronan
smirked at the next thing and called it a torture tower that looked to Jamie like a twisted version of a stockade. When Jamie tested that out, he felt hot all over. Even partly dressed, with his feet and hands in the spots where they’d normally be secured above his head and his ass on full display, he felt completely exposed. Jamie knew if he’d been naked, he would’ve felt even more vulnerable. But goddamn turned on too.
Because being exposed in that way to Ronan did that to him.
Ronan showed him another piece of furniture called a torture bar.
“You have a lot of things used for torture, Ronan…Sir.”
Ronan laughed, clearly amused. “That’s the whole point.”
They moved to the corner farthest away from the main entryway. There were three pieces of equipment spread a few feet apart from each other. Each one was padded with leather and had various straps and buckles attached, much like everything else in the room.
Ronan stood behind him this time. His arms wrapped tightly around Jamie’s waist, his mouth right next to Jamie’s ear as he spoke, and his hard cock pressed against Jamie’s ass.
“These are spanking benches. That one is a kneeling spanking bench. The sub kneels on the padded part that’s on the floor then their belly goes over the higher part,” Ronan said as he pointed at each section. “The bench where their upper body lays can be angled so that their Dom has better access to their ass.” Ronan used his left hand to squeeze Jamie’s ass. He couldn’t stop the noise of pleasure that escaped.
Ronan moved again, this time to the taller of the benches, still with Jamie in his arms.
The bench was bound in a dark cherry leather and had four legs and padded places for what, Jamie assumed, would be a person’s legs and arms, each with a fur-lined leather strap.