“Answer it,” I say, shuffling over until my feet rest on the floor on either side of him. My hands hold his hips as he lifts his phone to his ear.
“Hello? Yeah, hi. What’s um… what’s up?” Ryan places his free hand on my shoulder, and I cover it with one of mine. “Oh. I see. Well, that’s… that’s good.” For a while, he listens to what the detective has to say. “Yeah, I understand. And I will. Yep, okay, keep me updated on what’s happening. Okay, thanks. Bye.”
As he hangs up, I wait patiently to hear the news.
Ryan drops his phone on the bed and puts his other hand on my shoulder. He’s quiet for a few moments. Grasping him from behind his knees, I pull him on top until he’s straddling me. “It seems this one other detective has been looking for Luke, trying to catch him for a while. He’s gone by a few different names. And there’s been three other people who’ve made complaints about him.” Ryan finally meets my eyes. “They’ve got him. There’s going to be a trial. Supreme Court.”
“Wow. That’s…. Baby, that’s really good.”
“I know.” He nods, licking his lips. “He deserves to be in jail.”
“Or worse,” I mutter. “Did she mention you having to testify?” Although I’m expecting an affirmative, I’m worried for Ryan. He’ll have to relive his pain once more in order to help send the scumbag to jail.
“Yeah. They’re trying to gather a few of us to help their case. Both her and the other detective are working with the prosecutor to lock him up. Now that they know who he is, anyone who makes a complaint or takes out an AVO on Luke will speak to Ashley or this other guy, Detective Jackson.”
Hands on his back, I caress his skin. “It’s a terrible thing that he’s done this to more than one person, but I’m relieved he’s not simply getting away with it. There’s a chance he’ll go to jail.”
“I know. It’s bittersweet news,” Ryan murmurs. We stay like that for a few minutes, just sitting there holding each other. When the feel of our bodies together becomes too good to ignore, I grip his waist and flip him onto his back. Ryan makes a noise of surprise. Sliding between his legs and covering his body with mine, I gaze down at him. Running my hands through his hair, I grip his locks and expose his neck, kissing him there.
“Who loves you, pup?” I whisper.
He moans. “You do, Sir.”
“And who’s going to be by your side during the whole trial?”
Ryan looks up at me. “You, Sir.”
“Mm. That’s right.” Taking my time, I pepper his face with light kisses, which are met with his moans and the occasional thrust of his hips. Drawing back, I ask him, “What do you think about me taking you to the club?”
His eyes widen with excitement. “The BDSM club?”
“Yes.”
Ryan thinks for a moment. “I want to. But I’m worried I’ll…. I don’t want to embarrass you. I might not mean to misbehave, but… what if I freak out?” His eyes are restless, he doesn’t know where to look. “I know I haven’t really yet, but I could.”
Shaking my head, I tell him, “We won’t do anything with an audience until we’ve gone there at least a couple times to use the private rooms.” I kiss his nose. “I’d like to take you Friday night.”
He doesn’t reply immediately, but that’s why his answer has me even more excited to plan out the evening. Because it means he’s really thought about it. I smile when he says, “Yes, Sir.”
* * *
Thursday night, Ryan comes over to watch the Eagles game. With Trey and David, Trav and Dakota, and Kristen and Lindsay as well, there’s eight of us watching the game, eating pizza, and drinking.
“How’s work going?” David asks Ryan during a quarter break.
My man shrugs beside me. “Eh. It’s going okay.”
“And your book stuff?”
Ryan smiles. “It’s going well. The editing process is underway, and it looks like it could be released in a couple of months.”
“Wow, that’s awesome, man.”
Trey pipes up, “That’s amazing, Ryan. We’ll have to have a release party!”
“Hmm, you’re right. Maybe I’ll get David to organise it for me.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Trey exclaims.
Ryan laughs at the expression on his face, and I can’t help but join in. “I was pulling your leg, Trey. Of course, you can organise it for me.”
“You’re evil,” my brother says with a laugh.
My pup grabs my attention by twining our fingers together. Pressing mute on the TV, I manage to get everyone’s attention. “Ryan and I have some news,” I say. “Travis and Dakota already know this but we wanted to let you all know. Ryan’s lease ends in a few weeks and he’s moving in with us. We’ll be living together .”
“Oh, I’m so happy for you guys!” Lindsay exclaims.
“Me too,” Kristen says. Both ladies give us a hug each.
David pats his best friend on the shoulder. “I’m glad you found each other,” he tells us both. Congratulatory words surround the room, and it all becomes background noise as I gaze into Ryan’s eyes. In them, I see happiness, excitement, pride, and love.
Wrapping my arm around his shoulders, I lean in to kiss him, whispering words of love as he does the same. Kissing him on the cheek, I whisper in his ear, “Thank you for coming into Andy’s that day and asking me out.”
Grinning ear-to-ear, Ryan whispers, “You’re welcome, Sir. Thank you for waiting for me.”
“Always.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Side by side, we make our way through Lost and Bound. The large main room is, as always, mildly lit. Various leather seats and couches are closer to the bar with chairs and tables surrounding the stage in the middle of the room. I step up and order us a couple of glasses of water with ice. Ryan observes the room and its clientele as we wait. On the way, I explained the rules I want Ryan to obey. Walk at my heel and keep his eyes respectfully lowered for all Doms besides myself. For our first visit, we’re wearing jeans and a shirt. However, seeing others wearing leather has me considering our future outfits. As my eyes pause on the various collars the submissives wear, I’m yet again reminded of my desire to collar Ryan. But I not only want everyone in this room to know he’s mine, I want the world to know. To collar someone is something special. It is a significant commitment between a Dom and their sub. Although I want to ask him sooner rather than later, I think it’d be best to wait until our three-month contract has run its course. Then, a new contract can be made.
While we turn to face the empty stage and drink our water, a man sidles up beside me. “Well, hello, stranger.” Good-looking, with dark eyes and black hair, Kyle Simmons has an uncanny resemblance to Colin Farrell.
“Kyle.” I grin and take his offered hand in a firm shake. “How are you? Business seems to be doing well.”
He gives me a crooked grin. “Very well, indeed. And you, Henry?”
“I’m good.” Placing my hand on Ryan’s back, I ease him forward. “This is Ryan. Ryan, this is my friend and the club’s owner, Kyle.”
The other Dom cocks his brow. “Ryan. Nice to meet you.”
Being the courteous sub he is, Ryan glances up for a second before lowering his gaze. “You too, Sir. It’s a great club you have.”
Kyle tilts his head. “Thank you.” His focus returns to me. “The room you requested is available whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you,” I say to him, before grasping Ryan’s hand. “I think we’ll go now.”
Kyle gives us an indulgent smile. “Have fun.”
Leading Ryan through the door to a hallway where the private rooms are, I stop at the second door on the right. Once we’re both inside, I turn to lock the door. Clasping one wrist with the other hand behind my back, I say, “Take a minute for yourself. Look around the room. I have planned what I’m going to do tonight, but if there’s any piece of equipment you wish for us to use, place it on the table.”
Ryan moves forward. He
sees the two baskets beside the door for us to place our clothes and shoes inside. A decent size, the room allows for a sofa and mini fridge, a cabinet filled with toys, a table, a swing, and a small bathroom with a toilet, shower, and sink. Ryan steps up to the cabinet and opens it. To one side are the canes, whips, feathers, and floggers. In the drawers are dildos and vibrators of various shapes and sizes, nipple clamps, and butt plugs. He picks something up, places it on the table, and returns to stand in front of me. Nipple clamps. His choice makes me smile.
“Good pup. Now, strip.” As he does this, I carry my bag over to the table and open it. Slipping the clamps into my pockets, I lower the table and turn. “No,” I say as Ryan starts to kneel for his display position. “On the table. Lie down on your back.” Once he’s comfortable, I ask him to repeat his safewords.
“Green, orange, and red, Sir.”
“Good.” I kiss him softly on the lips. Hunching down to my bag, I retrieve a vibrator and lube, resting them on the table between his legs. Next is the rope. Standing, and using the metal links either side of the table, I thread the rope through the holes and over Ryan’s arms and chest. Besides my movements and our breathing, it’s silent. When I’m finished tying him to the table from shoulders to belly button, I collect two shorter pieces. “Bend your knees.”
He licks his lips and bends them, feet on the table. Working carefully and quickly, I tie the two pieces from behind each of his knees to a loop beside his hip. This leaves him completely exposed and vulnerable. Utterly bound and at my sexual mercy. Standing back and observing my work, I take in the vision of Ryan in white, thick ropes. I was right. Along with his large muscles and impressive physique, there’s a beautiful contrast between his tanned skin and the white ropes that cover his body. He looks amazing, trussed to the table and ready for me. He’s hard and breathing erratically. “Shh.” I stride forward to stroke his cheek. “You look beautiful like this.”
Ryan swallows thickly and breathes deeply. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re okay?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s a good pup.” Returning to stand near his feet, I pick up the vibrator and lube and press the release until the end of the table is completely down. Now, his arse is at the very edge of the table. His eyes widen. Throwing the lube and vibrator onto my bag, I take out the nipple clamps. Having kept enough space around his nipples with the ropes above and beneath them, I now rub and squeeze them. Preparing them. First, one, and then the other, I clamp them. Ryan hisses and moans. Retrieving the bottle and toy, I hold back a moan at the sight of him. White ropes and black nipple clamps. I adjust myself before moving to the end of the table. Clicking the lid of the lube, I squirt it on my hand before spreading it over his hole, balls, and cock. When I push a finger inside him, he starts to fidget. “Shh. Nice and still, pup.”
He whimpers but obeys my words. His toes clench as I slide in and out of him before adding another finger. “Sir,” he moans.
“Feel good, pup?”
“Yes,” he says with a nod. Holding my fingers inside him, I look to his red face. Ryan’s brows are bunched together, and his mouth and eyes remain open. He’s panting and he gasps when I find his prostate. I rub against the spongy gland and his moans increase. This is what I love. Pleasuring my bound boy. Giving him the ecstasy that causes this expression and these noises.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “You like this , don’t you?”
“Yes… yes… yes, Sir.”
I pull out of him. “Good pup.”
He groans and tries to catch his breath. I don’t give him long. Stroking his cock firmly a couple of times with one hand, I massage his balls with the other, giving them a little tug. Releasing them, I lube up the vibrator before pressing it inside him. His body jolts when I turn it on. For the next few minutes, I watch him. Every time he’s close to coming, I switch it off. Just before he catches his breath, I switch it back on. I let this happen five times. Ryan’s frustrated grunts and whimpers are music to my ears.
“You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you like it most when I give you permission.” It’s not a question. I know this. I know submissives, and I know Ryan.
He answers anyway. “Yes, Sir. Only you.”
“Even if I don’t give you permission.”
“Yes, Sir. You choose. You control me.” His watery eyes flutter open and meet mine. “I am yours , Sir.”
I pull the toy out. “You’re such a good pup, baby.” Unbuttoning and unzipping, I free my cock and lube up. With his hole nice and loosened, I push in all the way.
“Oh, God!” Ryan yells out. “Sir… Sir….”
Not pausing, I take him hard and fast. Thrusting in and out of him at a rapid pace. While I fuck him, I slap his right arse cheek, followed by his left. I touch his balls. I stroke his cock. I rub and pull on his right clamp followed by the left. As I hover over him, moving in and out of him, I stimulate his whole body. With my actions, I kindle the desire he feels, igniting the spark of pleasure until he’s on fire. Until it all becomes too much. Until there’s only one thing left to say.
“Come for me.”
Ryan’s eyes open and, as I release the clamps, they glaze over. Still rocking my hips back and forth, I continue my slaps, strokes, tugs, and squeezes until Ryan erupts. The fire inside him explodes as he squirts all over himself. His cock and stomach muscles twitch as his body reacts to so much stimulus. From the look in his eyes, I can see it. My pup is floating—no, flying . He’s experiencing the ecstasy of subspace. I’ve done this. I’ve made my sub fly.
Slipping out of him, I shove myself back into my jeans. Raising the end of the table, I make quick work of untying the ropes. When nothing binds him to the table, I push his hair back from his face and kiss his forehead. His eyes are closed now; he’s fallen asleep. Sliding an arm under his knees and shoulders, I carry him over to the sofa and lay him down. It takes him a few minutes to come down from his high and slowly wake up.
Ryan’s eyes open. “Hey, baby,” I say, softly kissing his lips. “Welcome back.” Surprising the hell out of me, Ryan’s eyes water even more as he silently cries. His body shakes as his emotions take over. “Hey,” I whisper, hugging him to me tighter. “Shh. You’re okay. You’re okay.” I pull back to caress his cheeks, wiping away his tears. He starts to speak, but I stop him. “Hang on, baby.”
I stand and head over to the fridge, collecting two bottles of water. I place one on the floor and uncap the other, holding it to his lips. “Drink,” I murmur. Once he’s sipped at it until only half is left, I pull the bottle away to kiss his lips. “Do you want more?”
He shakes his head. “No thank you, Sir.”
Twisting the lid back on, I quickly have some of mine. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, I say, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Ryan blinks slowly before giving me a wide smile. “I’m thinking, I love you, Sir.”
“You do, huh?”
“Yes.” His eyes widen as if he’s trying to get something important across and keep his eyes open. “You made me fly, Sir.”
I return his smile. “Has it happened before?”
“No.”
Leaning forward, I kiss his cheeks and lips. “I’m very glad I was the first to give you that.” Pushing ahead without hesitation, I add, “First and only, if I have my way.”
He nuzzles my palm. “Your way is my way too, Sir.”
“It pleases me to hear that. I love you.”
“Lub you too….”
I chuckle quietly. “Shh. You rest now. I’ll gather our things and clean us up before we leave.”
Just as I move to stand, Ryan takes my hand in both of his. “Stay. Please, Sir.”
“Okay. We can rest for a little while.” Setting my alarm for twenty minutes, I undress and join him on the sofa, practically covering him with my body. It warms my heart that this is clearly what we both want and need. Me protecting him with
my body and holding him closer, and him feeling loved and protected.
When we wake up, Ryan asks me if I came. “No, tonight was about you.”
He moves to the floor. “Please, can I pleasure you, Sir?”
I smile and nod. “Go ahead.” His skilful mouth has me fully hard in no time. And when I’m about to blow, I tell him, “I want you.”
He shrugs and smirks. “Then take me, Sir.”
The need to be inside him, to claim him, motivates me to stand. “Get the lube.”
When he’s bent over the arm of the sofa, he hands it to me. Pouring it over his hole and my cock, I take his hips and pull him back as I press forward. Sliding smoothly inside, I know it isn’t going to take me long. “Touch yourself,” I order.
Ryan lowers his head even more and takes himself in hand. Hunching over him, I let my fingers find his nipples and play with them. His body feels too good around me, and before I know it, I’m coming inside him. Releasing deep into his body. Claiming this man as mine, I keep thrusting throughout both of our orgasms.
“Yes,” he moans. “Yes, Sir. So good. I’m yours.”
“Mine ,” I growl.
“Ah!”
The convulsing of his body milks me dry. Sliding out, I yank him up and around, crashing our lips together in a hungry kiss. I love how his mouth is in line with my own. I love the feel of his hair in my hands, and I love the taste of his lips on mine. This sub, this man is mine , and I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep him. Forever.
Chapter Twenty-Two
It’s Saturday and, with only one week until our inspection, my brothers, David, Dakota, Ryan, and I are finishing work on the gym. It’s nice of Ryan and Dakota to help us out. As well as Trey and David. To have such a supportive group of people makes me feel so lucky. All our equipment has arrived, and today we’re positioning them, putting them together, and cleaning up. Travis and I handed in our notice at Andy’s a week ago, so this week is our last. As we’re working full time, our goal is to do as much as we can today so we’ll only need to make the finishing touches during the week. The sight of Ryan, bent over and setting up a cross trainer, is most distracting. The hard work has caused us all to sweat. As he stands, Ryan grins at me. His flushed cheeks, vibrant chocolate eyes, and plump lips call to me.
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