Scratch the Matchmaker

by Austin Daniels

  "You okay, babe?"

  I nodded again. Then realizing he wasn't looking at me, I said, "Yes."

  He withdrew his hand and gave me an order: "Lie still." He was getting something from the closet.

  I lay there wondering what he was up to, but daring not to ask. I didn't want to do anything to make the feeling go away. In a few seconds, he was back. Walking around to one side of the bed, he took my hand and tied it gently, but thoroughly with one of my ties. The other end he tied snugly to the leg of the bed. Walking around the bed, he repeated the procedure with the other hand.

  He lifted my head and pulled one of my pillows. He stuffed it under my head, allowing me to look down to watch.

  After a moment, he kneeled between my legs. Looking down, I saw him reach down picking up the tube he'd just retrieved. He squirted the gel into his palm, sliding it across his hand and fingers as I watched. This wasn't Richard taking care of a necessity; this was Richard giving me a show and it was working. I was completely intoxicated with the scene before me. I wanted him.

  He reached down and slathered the thick, throbbing, and now shiny member I was so hungry for. Then he inserted one of his fingers in me. A moment later, he slid a second finger in as well. I'd been watching his hands, but looked up to see he was staring into my eyes, holding my gaze. I was hypnotized, watching him watch me.

  Finally I allowed my gaze to go down to the shiny throbbing member rising up from between his legs. Occasionally he'd stroke himself and I'd glance down, seeing the beauty that was Richard slipping through his fingers. I was beginning to feel filled. He was sliding his fingers around from one side to the other, stretching me and opening me up. Then he would plunge his fingers deeper. I was relaxing as much as I could. This was no time to worry about being tight. For Richard's girth, I needed to be open.

  The feel of his hand was a promise of things to come. It didn't matter if he was going to hurt me now. I had to have him. I wanted him. I began to move against his hand. Was it three now or four? I didn't care. I needed more of him inside me.

  Side to side his hand worked. He reached down and started to squirt the gel inside of me from the tube. He again pushed his fingers inside and then said, "I'm going to slowly withdraw my fingers. Do not tighten yourself at all. Then he slowly withdrew. Slathering his slick hand once again over himself he looked directly into my eyes. "You want this?"

  I nodded my head, a little slower this time. "Please… now."

  "You sure?"

  I nodded again. "Please."

  He lifted my legs, rolling me back as he moved into place. I made every effort not to tighten, obeying his command. He aimed and leaned forward. His tip landed on target and as he leaned forward gently, I could feel him sliding inside.

  My arms were outstretched, firmly tied to the corners of the bed. My legs pulled up and over his shoulders, and he was staring directly into my soul. I was sinking as he began to rock ever so gently, a little deeper each time. With each forward thrust he pushed my legs further back, rolling me and gently giving him full absolute access. I could feel him sliding deeper, until he pushed the final distance, making full body contact against my raised thighs as he pushed me up the bed.

  Being tied made me feel helpless in a way that only accentuated the feeling. He pushed harder, and I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, but could not. "Harder," I whispered, and he quickened his pace. Gradually he increased the power, stopping only a second to slip my wrists from the ties, still deep inside.

  With my arms free, I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him into me. His tongue swirled through my mouth and I sucked it down deep. I'd never been with a man as large as Richard. I'd never been with a man built like Richard, and he was probably the most beautiful man I would ever know. I was flying, and that special feeling was expanding with each powerful thrust. Richard had run his hands under my arms and up around my shoulders, pulling me down onto him hard with each thrust. I could feel my own slickness return between us as his muscles and the matt of fur running down his chest rubbed across me with each thrust. I never wanted it to end.

  If only I could do this for the rest of my life, I thought. The idea of being stroked with Richard's fur sent me over the top. "Richard, I think I'm… going… to…"

  "Me too," he said, and pulled me hard from my shoulders onto him over and over, and then I was gone. Richard continued for a full minute before finally settling his weight on top of me, still buried deep inside. As we lay there, he did not pull out. I hoped he never would.

  I lay with my legs still over his shoulders and my arms still around his neck. He kissed me gently as he slowly withdrew.

  "That was..."

  "Shhhh. Relax… No words yet."

  Richard lowered my legs and lay beside me. Pulling me up onto his chest, he stroked my hair back into place and kissed me gently about the face. I lay there enjoying the scent of him, and we did not speak for a while.

  Sitting up next to me, he leaned over and looked lovingly into my face. "Did I hurt you?"

  "No." I assured him. "It was wonderful."

  "I want you," he said.

  Smiling from ear to ear, I lay back, looking up at his beautiful face. "That's not gonna be a problem." I kidded. "You own me."

  "That's what I like to hear. I love that." Nodding with approval, he added, "I'm going to need this a lot, among other things. You up for that?"

  "Yeah. I'm going to need this a lot too." Now that he'd shown me what this felt like, I knew I couldn't have searched this out. It had to fall in my lap. I never knew this could exist, and now I knew I'd never be able to live without it.

  "It could get a lot more adventurous," he warned.

  "I'm going to leave that up to you, I guess."

  "Great. I want you to move in with me, right away if possible."

  Sitting up, I took a moment to let his words sink in. "I don't even know where you live and didn't you say you wanted to wait?"

  "I said we would wait until we knew what we wanted. I know. Do you?"

  "Yeah, I do, but I didn't know…you did."

  Snuggling my ear, he whispered, "Does it matter where I live? You said I own you. I keep my things at my house."

  Sinking fast, I surrendered. "Not really. I'd go live under a bridge if you were part of the deal."

  "Good," he said. "Ready for some more rules?"

  Crossing my arms, I sat back against the headboard. "Okay, let's hear them."

  "Number one: what we do stays between us. Nobody needs to know the details; it's none of their business. Number two: nobody else touches you and nobody else touches me. I consider the things we do together like a covenant. If you did them with someone else, I think it would break me."

  I smiled and tossed my arms around him again. "Agreed, but I have a rule too."

  "You have a rule?"

  "Yes. If a day comes when you don't want me anymore, you're to tell me. No stringing me along forever while you wonder how you are going to get rid of me."

  Reaching down and cupping my head, he gave me a kiss, saying, "That's never going to happen."

  "It happens. If it never does with us, that's wonderful. I just don't want to wake up one day and find out I lost you years earlier."

  "I promise."

  "I never had a guy stay inside me that long. I mean after."

  "I wanted to leave every drop inside you. I wanted you to have it all. I guess it's one of those things that helps keep me in my special place."

  The feeling was starting again as I realized I had just had an orgasm left inside of me for the first time. "Are you going to show me more… you know… stuff."

  "I am."

  "Where did you learn how to make love like that?"

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he seemed to be kind of deciding what he was about to say. I wondered what he must be thinking about. It was a simple question. Did he think I'd feel bad if he actually answered it with the name of a person? "Well, I need to share a little piece
of my history with you. A few years ago, I used to be you. I was head over heels and totally controlled by a handsome Dom. He just didn't turn out to be a good man. One doesn't define the other. Eventually I realized that he'd just disguised himself as a Dom. He was actually just really mean and looking for an acceptable way to express that. I realized what I'd gotten myself into. When I escaped, I knew I liked this lifestyle, but it would take a lot for me to trust someone with that side of me again."

  "Escaped?"

  "It's a long story and I'll tell you all about it, but right now, lying in each other's arms after our first time together, isn't the right time. You really have no idea what it does to me to see you lying helpless before me, wanting me no matter what. When your desire reaches a ten on a one to ten scale, my desire for you grows to a level I can barely control. I never want it to end."

  I understood where he was coming from and didn't want to break the mood, but now my curiosity was killing me. "I know this should be the time when we lie in each other's arms, but knowing who you are is kind of important too. Can you tell me just a little more?"

  "Well, that guy was not happy when I got away. I snuck out without him knowing it. He still pesters me from time to time."

  "What's his name?"

  "His name is Henry. He has a big house on a street surrounding Encanto Park in Phoenix."

  "You were living in Phoenix?"

  "I was kept in Phoenix. After I escaped, I moved in with my grandfather for a while. He helped me get back into vet school. Not long after that, he passed away and left me the place. I live there now."

  "Your grandfather gave you a house?"

  "Yes. It has some special features I can't wait to show you."

  This time, I let him change the subject. It wasn't hard. I smiled at what he was saying. "I can't wait to see more of what you have to teach me."

  "It works both ways. You have a lot to teach me as well, believe it or not. We have a lot of time—there's no hurry."

  Sitting forward on the bed, I took his arm in a mock pleading gesture. "Oh, please hurry." I teased.

  "What was that?"

  "I said, 'Please.'"

  Putting his fingers under my chin, he leaned close and froze me with those eyes of his. "You just keep that up. I love hearing you beg. It does something to me when you do that."

  "Yes, Sir," I replied, wondering where the 'Sir' had come from.

  He pulled me into another kiss, and then smiled down at me. "You know you're driving me crazy, right?"

  *~*~*

  Richard stayed over. In the morning, I woke with Richard still sleeping. He'd apparently opened the door at some point to let Scratch in. Scratch was curled up on the pillow I normally slept on. My head was buried in the fur of Richard's chest. He had one arm over me, keeping me there. I wanted to go into the kitchen and make us some coffee, but didn't want to wake him in the process.

  It was Saturday. I needed to get up and get ready to introduce Richard to Logan. My head was resting on the dark carpet of fur on his chest. I didn't want to wake him up, but I needed to get moving. Lifting my head was all it took. He was awake in an instant.

  Taking my individuality back after the night before took a moment of mental exercise. Richard had systematically done things to me that generated and magnified the feeling I desired so much. It wasn't a state I could live in day in and day out, however. I needed to expel the sort of hangover I seemed to still have. It wasn't a painful hangover, just one that relaxed my entire soul. I was at peace in a way I wasn't really familiar with.

  "Relax, I'll get some coffee going," I said. "Today's the day you're spending with me at Logan's, remember? So we're going to have to start getting ready."

  "Are you okay?

  "What?"

  "When I put you into really deep submission, I usually bring you out. It's a process. One day when we do this during the day, you'll see what I mean."

  "How do you do that?"

  "It kind of depends on what we've been up to. All in all, we spend a little time together… I stroke you, and if necessary, I clean you with a warm cloth. I think you'll like it. The thing is, we'll need a little time to kind of get our chemistry together. If you just jump up when you've been under really deep, you're likely to fall over. Sometimes when we snuggle and go to sleep after, you kind of sleep your way out of it." Richard looked around the room, waking himself up a bit. "I didn't bring any fresh clothes, and I want to make a good impression today. I'll need to take a few minutes and head home for a quick change. How long do you usually visit with Logan?"

  "Oh, I imagine we'll all be out of there by three or four at the latest. Why."

  "Are we coming here after?"

  Smiling, I began to have visions of a repeat of last night. "Yeah, why?"

  "Tell you what: I'll go get changed, and when we're done visiting Logan I'd like to take you to see my place."

  I must have still been waking up. I'd forgotten for a moment about moving. I don't know why I hadn't considered his place as our eventual home. For some reason, I'd pictured him moving in with me. I had no idea where his place was or what kind of place he had. At the same time, I knew I was moving there, and it made perfect sense. He owned his place and I was a renter. I was getting kind of excited. It seemed right for me to be moving to his place. This was the man who'd reached out and taken me by my heart and soul. The more I considered it, the more moving to be with him seemed natural.

  "Anything wrong with that?"

  "No, Sir. Nothing… I was just re-adjusting my image of reality. I have a feeling I'll be doing that a lot." I wandered down the stairs toward the kitchen to make us some coffee.

  Not being a huge coffee drinker, I had a pod machine, so making two cups of coffee wasn't going to take forever. As the water began to flow into the pitcher I used to fill the machine, I realized I had to pee really bad. Setting everything aside, I ran back up the stairs, toward the bathroom, only to find it occupied. My apartment didn't have two bathrooms. After a moment, I heard the shower start, so I waited a few seconds and headed in. "Excuse me, Richard, but if I don't pee right now, I'm going to have to clean it up.

  "You gonna shower this morning?"

  "Of course, I am."

  "Then get in here."

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jay

  We were finally forced out of the shower by cooling water. I made the coffee and we got dressed for the day. Richard gave me a quick good-bye kiss and took off. While I was dressing I pushed Logan's speed dial button. Then I tapped the speakerphone.

  "Hello, Jay."

  "Logan I just wanted to call and tell you we aren't waiting anymore."

  "We aren't waiting for what? OH! Do you mean you and Richard aren't waiting for…?"

  "Yeah, that's what I mean. Last night was amazing, Logan. You have no idea, and Richard doesn't want me to tell you the dirty little details, so I guess you never will." I had a playful tone in my voice.

  "Oh, cut that out! Is he there?"

  "No, he went to pick up some clothes. He'll be back in a little bit."

  "Do you honestly think you can keep from telling me every sordid detail? Jay, you tell me everything."

  "Not this time. I don't want to do anything to piss him off. Things are good with us. Exactly what time do you want us there?"

  "Finch was thinking about a lunch date."

  "That works for me, see you around noon then?

  "Yep, that would be perfect. WAIT! We're not going to meet at my place. We'll be eating at Finch's house. Do you even know his address?"

  "No." It was the first time I realized I didn't know my own brother's address. "Not really. He lives over by that park, I know that."

  "Well, write this down so you won't lose it. I'm sending it to your email now."

  Pulling up my email, I found his message and saw a little business card. I selected 'contacts,' and pulling up Finch added his address. "Okay, Logan, I got it. It's right across from the park? Is it okay if I bring Scratch?"


  "It wouldn't be the same without him."

  I could hear the smile in his voice before I said, "See you at noon."

  Truthfully, I was mighty curious about Logan having a relationship with Finch. If Finch felt about Logan the way I knew he felt about Finch, this might actually be a great thing.

  *~*~*

  It was over an hour before Richard returned. I was ready to go, but we only had about a five-minute drive and we had another hour before we had to be there. I wanted to talk to Richard about something, and this time would give me the opportunity to know a little more about Richard's life. If we were going to be honest with each other we had to be open about these things.

  Richard made himself comfortable on the couch and was beckoning me to come sit next to him. When I did, I left a space between us. Turning to Richard, I touched his arm and facing him, started asking him the things that were unclear to me about his prior relationship. "Richard, you said you learned about the things we did from an old boyfriend. Was there more?"

  Richard took a deep breath and leaning forward, rubbed his hands together. I could see he didn't relish telling me about his last relationship, but seemed to understand my need to know. "There's a lot more. The thing is, there's a whole industry based around dominating and submitting. There are all kinds of things specifically designed to take some people to their special place. There are toys, racks to be tied to, special quick release ties, waterproof sheets, hundreds of lubrications and inhalants. It goes on and on. For me as a novice, it was all terribly exciting. But I was just like you. I had no experience with any of those things, or the men who used them.

  "When I met Henry, I thought he was beautiful. He told me he was going to show me the ropes. I was attracted to him, and I thought from the things he said that he wanted me too. I suppose in his own way he did. Henry was older than I was by a good ten years. He was already living in the house bordering Encanto Park that I told you about. He'd modified parts of it to his own specifications. When he took me there, I was excited and filled with joy. He showed me the ropes much like I'll show you. I was passionate, and I'd slide into a state of submission where I was nearly unconscious. He tied me to a framework he designed just for me. He'd tease me with a whip. It affected me in a way I didn't understand. Every time he hit me with that lash, I sank deeper. He didn't hit me hard at all. I felt no pain. For me, it was all in fun."