Going Down

by Hazel Domain

  “Right,” David said, taking the proffered garment. “So I’ll see you…around?”

  “If you feel like braving the elevator again.”

  “Yeah, no, definitely,” David said, nodding. The dom turned away. In the distance, lights flashed as a car unlocked. The dom paused and turned back, like he’d had a sudden thought.

  “My name’s Sean, by the way,” he said. “Sean Evans.”

  “Sean,” David echoed. He reached out and instantly realized the space between them was far too large for a handshake.

  “Nice name,” he mumbled, trying to disguise the gesture as anything casual. Sean kept watching him with that same bemused grin.

  “You got one? Or should I just keep calling you ‘hot elevator guy’?”

  “Oh!” David’s brain stuttered as he tried to feel two different kinds of stupid at the same time and failed and then realized he still hadn’t given the guy his name. Jesus, maybe he did need someone to take care of him.

  “David,” he said, and just barely stopped himself from going for a handshake again. “David Gaines.”

  “Well, David Gaines, it was a pleasure sharing an elevator with you,” Sean said with a nod. He turned back toward his car and David tried not to audibly groan.

  Chapter Three

  It was a one-time thing. That’s what David had said, and he’d meant it.

  He didn’t want or need a full-time dom. He was managing just fine on his own. Really.

  In fact, he was doing better now. He had a new tool in his inventory. Several times since the day in the elevator, he’d found himself on his knees, his back to the wall, one hand pressed over his mouth as he breathed deep through his fingers.

  So he had that, at least.

  He was fine.

  …but on a completely unrelated note, his computer had developed a terrible habit of minimizing all his windows every time he moved the mouse to the right too quickly.

  It started off as a minor annoyance and quickly developed into a full-blown problem.

  He picked up the phone, his fingers hesitating over the buttons. Support calls were routed to available techs, he was pretty sure. And there were like, two dozen of them down there. He had almost no chance of getting Sean on the phone.

  He huffed, annoyed with himself. He wasn’t asking the guy on a date; he just needed his damn mouse fixed. There was a perfectly legitimate, work-related purpose for this phone call.

  That’s what he told himself as he dropped the receiver back onto the cradle for the third time.

  Dammit.

  He opened his email application instead, scrolling through the intranet address book to ‘T.’

  ‘T’ for tech support. Nice and generic. No names.

  His eyes flicked to the ‘E,’ wondering if Sean’s direct email was listed here.

  He wasn’t gonna look.

  Instead, he fired off a message to the helpdesk, explaining the problem and theorizing that he might need a new mouse.

  And then he went back to working diligently and not anxiously wondering whether Sean would message him back.

  He was not.

  ~~~~~

  In spite of all David’s not wondering, Sean didn’t message back. Nobody messaged back.

  Instead, just as David was getting ready for lunch, he heard a throat clear. He turned, catching a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, and Sean was there. Standing in the doorway of David’s office in all his gorgeous, broad-shouldered glory.

  David started to say ‘hello,’ changed it to ‘hi,’ stumbled over it, and tried to hide the whole bastard attempt behind a cough.

  “Three separate people came to my desk,” Sean said brusquely, “to tell me you’d made a request.”

  David swallowed.

  “Did they?” he croaked. Sean nodded.

  “News of our harrowing elevator misadventure seems to have spread.”

  David blushed, dropping his eyes. Half a dozen people had watched Sean lead him— hands tied and cheeks red— out of the elevator. Of course news had spread.

  “Are they looking for a repeat performance?” David asked. Sean shrugged.

  “I don’t know.”

  He stepped into the office and David’s breath caught for a second. Sean filled the space, in a way his sheer size didn’t seem to account for. David silently watched the dom approach, shifting slightly and trying not to think anything inappropriate.

  Sean stopped close— very close. Close enough that David could catch the scent of his laundry detergent— or deodorant? Something. It took him instantly back to the elevator. Sean’s breath on his neck, Sean’s arms around him.

  “…was there something wrong with the computer?” Sean said after a second, tipping his head toward the screen. David felt suddenly stupid, because of course that’s why Sean came up here— to fix the computer, there was something wrong with the computer—

  “It does this,” David said, a little hoarsely, and jogged his mouse to the side so Sean could see the weird behavior.

  “Yeah,” Sean said after a second. “They put that in with the last software update. Do you want me to show you how to fix it, or just take care of it?”

  “Show me,” David said, because he wanted to know more about the machine and not, not because Sean’s voice was grounding him better than anything he’d tried in weeks.

  Sean nodded and bent over, taking the mouse. He opened some settings menu, but most of David’s attention was focused on the way that Sean leaned down over him. One hand rested on the back of David’s chair. His chest was maybe an inch from David’s shoulder, and David swallowed as he imagined those hands on him.

  “…make any sense?” Sean finished, turning to look at him.

  “Yes, sir,” David said automatically, because he was lost in those hazel eyes. He immediately realized what he’d said, even as Sean laughed.

  “You weren’t paying any attention, were you?” Sean asked. David couldn’t tear his eyes away, and so he just shook his head.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, just as quietly.

  “Sorry, sir,” Sean corrected him, and David felt a flood of heat in his lower belly at the authority in his voice.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” David repeated. Sean made no move to lean back.

  “That’s very impolite of you,” he said, his eyes roaming over David’s face. “Your dom should teach you better.”

  “Still don’t have one,” David answered. Sean’s mouth quirked up in a smile.

  “And how’s that working out for you?”

  Fine, David opened his mouth to say, because he was fine, he was managing to ground himself and discipline himself. He was doing just fine, really, but what he heard coming out was, “Not great, actually.”

  “I can tell,” Sean mused. He reached forward with one hand, taking David’s tie and using it to draw the sub closer. “How would you feel about another one-time session?”

  David could hear the smile in his voice.

  “Yeah, I think that might— might help,” he stammered. Sean released him, crossing the office in four steps and closing the door. David felt another rush of heat through his belly. This was happening.

  Sean would be one of the highest-level doms that David had ever scened with. He’d daydreamed about someone that dominant— but they didn’t tend to go for casual hookups.

  He wondered what Sean’s story was.

  David sat awkwardly, watching Sean watch him, not sure what he should be doing.

  Sean crossed his arms, looking David up and down, like he was measuring something.

  “Stand up,” he said at last. “And walk toward the window.”

  David did as he was told, taking the two short steps toward the window, sta
nding in the open space. He glanced back to Sean, unable to help himself. The dom hadn’t moved.

  “No suspenders today,” Sean remarked, and David nodded, not knowing if that was good or bad.

  Sean crossed the room, getting up into David’s space. David held his ground, but Sean didn’t meet his eyes. Instead he focused on David’s throat, he hands steady as he untied the windsor knot.

  “What’s your safeword?” he asked. His fingers were feather light on David’s skin.

  “Yellow for hold. Red for too much.”

  “And full stop?”

  “…Nickelback,” David said, after a second, feeling a little silly. Sean raised an eyebrow, but didn’t ask. He finished with the knot and pulled the tie from around David’s neck.

  “I’m guessing you just need to spend some time in subspace, correct?”

  David swallowed, nodding silently. He could follow his own rules, but he could never get into that mindless place where he was totally detached. Not on his own.

  “Do you scene in here often? Got toys you’d like me to use?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Hands it is, then,” Sean said. David kept his eyes down, his arms at his sides, as the dom circled him. “I’d like to spank you today, David. Are you alright with that?”

  “Yes, sir,” David said, maybe a little too eagerly. He heard a light chuckle from behind him, but he didn’t turn around.

  “I’m not going to touch you, yet, but I’d like you to drop your pants.”

  David flushed.

  “Uh…I’m pretty hard,” he admitted. Then, as an afterthought, “sir.”

  “I can tell,” Sean answered dryly, and David’s face burned. He fumbled with his belt, letting his slacks fall to the ground. His boxers remained where they were, tenting obviously around the shape of his cock. David was torn between dropping his eyes to stare at it, or raising them to look at Sean.

  “Boxers too,” Sean clarified, and David hesitated, but complied. They puddled around his ankles, leaving him almost totally naked from the waist down. His cock was comically hard, bobbing up against his stomach like an impatient puppy looking for a treat.

  “Sorry,” he said again, but Sean didn’t look upset.

  “I like knowing my subs are enjoying themselves,” the dom said, shrugging. “But for my part, I don’t plan on fucking you today. That’s not what this is about.”

  “I know, sir,” David said, a little too quickly, because he did know. Lots of doms and subs involved sex in their scenes— but lots didn’t, too. It depended on the two of them. David took it how he could get it. Beggars, choosers, etc.

  Sean straightened the tie between his fingers.

  “I’m going to tie your hands, now,” he told David, his gaze resting on the sub’s downturned face. “And then I’m going to bend you over the desk and spank your ass until it’s a nice cherry pink.”

  “Yes, sir,” David answered, trying to ignore the way his dick twitched at the thought. “Thank you, sir.”

  Sean approached him silently, dropping to his knees in front of the sub, seemingly oblivious to the bulging cockhead only inches from his face. He pulled David’s hands forward, quickly tying his wrists together with the thin end of the tie. He only used about half of it, but David barely had time to wonder before Sean was cupping his balls, drawing them out. He wrapped the tie neatly around David’s entire package, pulling his balls forward and up to meet his ever-more-desperate cock.

  David moaned at the feel of the silk tightening, the way it pulled at his balls. Front and center, like he was presenting them.

  A bead of precome oozed from the head of his trussed cock, but Sean ignored it. Instead he stood, and gestured to the mostly-empty desk.

  “Bend over,” he said simply. David did his best, shuffling closer and trying not to trip over his pants.

  He leaned down, letting his chest and one cheek rest against the cool glass surface. His arms were still bound in front of him, hands clasped under his belly. He shifted them, blushing when the tie tugged on his nuts.

  Sean eased up behind him, dropping into David’s chair and evaluating the display with what David hoped was approval.

  “A little wider,” he said simply, sliding one hand up the inside of David’s thigh. David spread his legs as far as his pants would allow, until his feet were a little more than shoulder-width apart. Sean continued to stroke; over David’s thighs and ass, up the small of his back, beneath his shirt.

  David closed his eyes, waiting for the stinging warmth of a slap. It didn’t come. Sean just kept stroking him, alternating between the flat of his palm and the tips of his fingers. His short fingernails raked down the inside of David’s thigh, and David shivered at the light touch.

  He shifted his hands, just slightly, surreptitiously drawing the tie tight around his cock and balls.

  Sean responded by pinching him, right at the crease where his ass met his leg.

  “Don’t play with it,” the dom ordered. “Just wait.”

  David whimpered, fighting the urge to push back against Sean’s hand. His cock was begging to be touched, the head only centimeters from his fingertips, and Sean’s soft caresses were driving him insane.

  Abruptly, Sean withdrew his hand. David moaned, but valiantly managed not to move.

  “What do you want?” Sean asked him quietly.

  “I want to be spanked, sir,” David answered, and it was humiliating and he didn’t care.

  “Be more specific.”

  David whined.

  “I want you to spank my ass, sir,” he clarified.

  “How hard?”

  “Until your fucking arm is tired,” David said, too impatient to keep his manners anymore. Sean let out a short laugh and a moment later a crack echoed through the silence. David hissed, the warmth of the blow spreading through the side of his ass. A moment later Sean struck him again, just as hard, but on the other side.

  “Keep your balls pulled forward,” Sean ordered, and a rain of slaps began to fall across the backs of David’s thighs. David obeyed, pulling slightly forward to keep his sack out of the line of fire. Sean was relentless, keeping up a steady rhythm, moving just enough that each stinging blow just slightly overlapped the one before.

  David rose up onto his toes, trying to shift his weight to relieve some of the sting, but Sean adjusted, keeping the slaps steady and even. His free hand rested on the small of David’s back, keeping him from fidgeting.

  David whimpered, relishing the heat spreading down his legs. The slaps were coming harder, now, and it may have been his imagination, but it seemed as though they were getting closer together.

  A particularly sharp smack caught him along the crease of his thigh, slanted high, hard enough that he actually yelped, tipping his hips up.

  “Y-yellow,” he stammered, and Sean held.

  God, did he hold.

  He kept it right there, right at the edge of too much, with damn near perfect precision, until David was sobbing and writhing against the desk, trying to escape and knowing he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to. Sean was methodical, covering every inch of his skin until it seemed that he was one throbbing heartbeat from belly button to knees.

  He whimpered into the cold glass, tears running down his face, too lost in himself to realize that Sean had stopped.

  The barrage of slaps was over, and Sean was caressing him instead. His hand felt like molten glass, moving gently over David’s reddened skin.

  “Color?” Sean asked, his fingers trailing down the inside of one sore cheek.

  “Green, sir,” David whispered, and it was true. He sniffed, suddenly becoming aware of what a fucking mess he was. He would have wiped his face, if he could reach it.

  Surprisingly, Sean did it for him, leaning down and sw
iping a thumb beneath David’s eyes.

  “The tears bring out the color,” the dom said, and for a stupid second, David thought Sean might kiss him.

  But he didn’t. Instead he stepped away, heading for the door.

  “Stay,” he told David, before slipping outside. David did, feeling a little embarrassed at his current state of dress.

  He didn’t have long to ponder it, though, before Sean returned with a bottle of water from the break room. He sat it on the desk before guiding David into a standing position.

  David held still, swaying lightly on his feet while Sean untied him. He started with the wrists, massaging a few light marks out of David’s skin. He took longer than he needed to, leaving the tie hanging from David’s neglected cock.

  “Hold these behind your head,” he ordered, and David obeyed, lacing his fingers together at the nape of his neck.

  Sean dropped his attention downward, working slowly at the knot beneath David’s balls. He rolled and jostled them in the process, drawing a whimper out of him. David was sure that if Sean stroked him just once, he’d come. He was that desperate, that close.

  The silk slid flutter-light over the base of his cock, and then Sean was pulling his pants back up. He even re-did the belt, leaving a rather obvious tent in the front of the fabric.

  Sean’s hands ran down the length of his legs, making sure everything was back in place. Satisfied, he picked up the water bottle.

  “I want you to finish this before I leave,” he ordered, handing it over. David complied, nodding.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He drank the water, not realizing until halfway through how thirsty he’d been. The pain was seeping away now, leaving a dull throb and a lingering sense of euphoria.

  “You should be able to sit,” Sean said, watching him approvingly as he drank. “Though, I have a feeling you’ll be getting reminders of this for at least a few hours.”