Open Mind: Kink Chronicles Book One

by David, Luna

  Ronan tuned back in to his boy and lifted him up to cuddle in his lap, much like Callie had done. “You did so well, sweetheart. It was beautiful watching you both kiss so passionately.”

  “It’s so confusing. Why am I so attracted to her femininity?”

  “She’s beautiful. It’s not necessarily the femininity you’re attracted to. It’s the whole package that comes along with it. The fact she’s demure and both hating and loving how much her humiliation turns her on. It’s the sweetness of the innocence that exudes from her in that role. She’s gorgeous in a way that anyone in this room would attest to.”

  Jamie nodded against his shoulder and took a few deep breaths. But then looked up at him, a worried expression on his face. “I really got into it. I’m sorry… I hope you’re not angry with me.”

  Ronan cupped Jamie’s chin, drawing him closer. “I’m the one who drew her toward you. That was one of the most sensual things I’ve ever witnessed. I knew you were scared, and I knew you wanted me to make the decision for you, so you wouldn’t have to. I’m glad you were able to let go enough to enjoy it. You did so well, Jamie. I’m proud of you, not angry with you. Never that.”

  Jamie bit his lip, his gaze imploring. “You promise?”

  “God yes, I promise, Jamie. It was perfect. You were perfect.”

  Jamie let out a soft whimper and pulled him close, kissing him with a fierce passion he didn’t always feel comfortable showing Ronan. That, coupled with the fact he tasted Callie’s cherry Chapstick on his boy’s lips, had him more turned on than he could ever remember being. They kissed for what seemed like an hour, their breaths heaving, and his boy’s body shuddering in his arms.

  When they finally pulled away from each other, it was as if there was nothing else around them, like they were all alone, and had tunnel vision for each other. “I want to make love to you, sweetheart. Let’s say our goodnights and take this upstairs.”

  They both turned to look at everything going on around them. His gaze landed on Callie, who was taking Knox’s cock like a good girl. Jeremiah and his pups had either retired to the room they always used or gone home. Brad had Misha bouncing on his cock as Misha was nearly being choked with Geoff’s cock. And Morgan and Drew had Quinn tied down to Ronan’s spanking bench, Morgan teasing him with his cock, tracing it around Quinn’s lips and never letting the boy do anything more than lick it, while Drew was working him over with a flogger.

  Jamie gave a little giggle, hiding his head against Ronan’s chest. Ronan couldn’t help but chuckle and hug Jamie after letting out such a carefree sound. “I guess we don’t need to say anything to anyone. They’re quite preoccupied at the moment.”

  Jamie snickered and nodded his head then slowly got up from his lap. They made their way up the stairs, holding hands. When they got to the top, Jamie glanced his way. “Do they stay over or leave?”

  Ronan shrugged. “Depends on what’s going on with everyone. They all have rooms they know are their own for nights like this, so they can stay or go. Either way is fine. Does that bother you?”

  Jamie smiled up at him and shook his head. “Not at all. I think it’s great.”

  Ronan wrapped his arm around Jamie, guiding him to the master suite. Jamie walked ahead of him toward the bed and began to undress. “Not tonight, Jamie. That’s my job.”

  He saw Jamie’s hands shake a little as he lowered them and clasped them behind his back, his gaze dropping to the floor. That beautiful act of submission was becoming more natural to him, and there was nothing Ronan loved more than a submissive Jamie. Approaching slowly, he let Jamie’s desire simmer. The back of his hand caressed from Jamie’s stomach to his chest and back down again. Lifting Jamie’s shirt, just enough for Ronan to run his fingers lightly around the waistband of his jeans, caused a shiver to wrack Jamie’s body. He loved the boy’s baby-soft skin and the downy-soft hairs of his happy trail.

  Ronan wasn’t extremely hairy himself, but the hair on his arms and legs was much more plentiful than Jamie’s. The hair between his pecs and on his stomach, though not thick, wasn’t just an afterthought. He loved everything about Jamie’s body. He loved the texture of his skin, the lightly tanned tone, his smaller size. It made him feel powerful to be six foot four to Jamie’s five foot ten, and if that made him a bit of a caveman, he didn’t care.

  After teasing Jamie with caresses all over his chest and back as he nuzzled his neck, he pulled the boy’s shirt over his head. Kissing from his luscious lips down to his jawline, he nipped and licked his neck and placed open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone. He paid homage to Jamie’s nipples until he was squirming in his grasp and gripping his hair to keep him from moving on. Ronan got on his knees, legs spread with Jamie’s feet between them, kissing his stomach before he worked the rest of Jamie’s clothes off.

  Ronan made quick work of his own clothes as Jamie devoured him with his eyes. Ronan could see how much Jamie wanted to touch, but he held back. Ronan would reward him for that later. But instead of paddling, bondage, or even flogging, which was Jamie’s personal favorite, Ronan wanted to make love to Jamie without the constant ringing of the doorbell. He wanted to spend time proving to him with words and actions how much he meant to Ronan—how he’d come to mean everything to him.

  “Crawl up on the bed and lay on your back.”

  Jamie did as he instructed as Ronan pulled out a long, black, silk scarf to cover Jamie’s eyes. Once he had the blindfold on, he pulled a feather out of his chest at the bottom of his bed and trailed it over Jamie’s legs, back and forth. Jamie whimpered and shivered, making Ronan grin. “Wrap your hands around the rungs of the headboard. That’s it. You’re beautiful like this. Utterly perfect, boy.”

  God, Jamie is the perfect fit for me in every conceivable way.

  Ronan wasn’t a hardcore Dom. He didn’t enjoy inflicting pain unless the sub he was working over needed it. He enjoyed sensory play most of all and, occasionally, bondage and reddening up Jamie’s skin with some impact play. But when it came down to it, the psychological aspect of Domination was what he got off on, and Jamie had taken to that like a duck to water.

  When he sat Jamie down months ago to discuss hard limits, boundaries, and safewords, Jamie had been scared and feeling out of his element. But when Jamie had finally explained he wasn’t into pain, just sensory play and deprivation and power exchange, Ronan had eased the boy’s mind. He enjoyed giving subs what they needed in his scenes at the office, but when it came down to it, he was a caretaker through and through.

  Being a doctor, wanting to help people and take care of them, that was where he felt most comfortable in his skin, and that carried over into his kink preferences as well. Ronan wanted to be dominant in the bedroom with Jamie, but during their everyday lives, he was more a caretaker Dom. He’d known that about himself for years, having discovered BDSM during university with Brad. Ronan just had to make sure Jamie wanted their lifestyle for the long haul. He believed Jamie when he’d told him he loved him earlier. He just wasn’t sure if Jamie saw their relationship spanning the rest of their lives.

  Being new to BDSM and his own personal kink, Jamie might very well change his mind or decide it wasn’t for him after time had passed, and that was Ronan’s greatest fear. He wanted Jamie any way he could get him.

  Jamie had become like the air Ronan breathed, vital to his very being. He wanted Jamie to know that, deep down in his bones, and meant to tell him with every kiss he gave. He started at Jamie’s ankles, kissing up to his shins, whispering as he went. “I love your soft skin.” More kisses to his inner thighs. “I love the way your breath catches when I do something unexpected.” He kissed Jamie’s stomach, just above his thatch of curls. “I love when you look at me with complete trust.” He kissed his stomach just over his belly button and breathed Jamie in. “I love your scent. It’s my own personal aphrodisiac.”

  He laved the boy’s rib cage. “I love falling asleep with you,” he whispered and made his way over to Jamie’s other s
ide. “And I love waking up with you.” Spending a lot of time on Jamie’s nipples, Ronan kept talking as the moans played in his ears like the sweetest of notes. “I love your absolute loyalty and commitment.” He teased a nipple with his teeth. “I love your capacity for love.” He tugged, eliciting a loud groan. “I love your passion for your job and your care for our patients.” He moved over to the other nipple. “I love how you smile at me over the rim of your first cup of tea.”

  Jamie shivered as Ronan licked his way up to his neck. “I love when you sing in the shower.” Ronan chuckled when Jamie gasped out his embarrassment, and his cheeks turned red. “I love how you blush so prettily.” He grinned when Jamie pouted. “And I love how you lean into every touch I give you.” He straddled Jamie and licked from his armpit up to his elbow. “I love the needy sounds you make as we’re making love.” He kissed up his forearm. “I love how brave you are, trying so many new things.” He nipped at his wrist and moved down his other arm. “And I love the way your face lights up when you laugh.”

  Ronan reached over and pumped some lube on his palm, fisting his own dick. “Open yourself wide for me, boy.” He watched as Jamie pulled his legs up and out, his perfect, pink hole on display. He clasped Jamie’s dick, using the last of the lube on his hand, and then grabbed Jamie behind both knees, pushing them back and bringing his ass up. He bit down on each of Jamie’s cheeks, not too hard and not too soft. He saw Jamie’s hole pucker up under his ministrations, so he kissed his way to it and began to lave his tongue from the back all the way up to his taint and down and up again. “I love how greedy your gorgeous hole is for my fingers, my tongue, and especially my cock.”

  Jamie moaned, and Ronan began to breach his tight ring with his tongue. The boy’s keening nearly did him in when he speared it in as far as it would go and fucked his greedy hole with it. He looked up and saw Jamie was biting his lip to keep himself from talking, and suddenly, he wanted to hear Jamie’s words and feel Jamie’s hands all over him. Leaning back on his heels, he let go of the boy’s legs and Jamie kept himself spread open to him. “Such a good boy.”

  Ronan jacked his cock a couple times and then held it steady as he pushed his way into Jamie’s tight hole. He groaned, just as he did every time he breached Jamie’s body. Once he was fully seated, he leaned over Jamie and kissed his lips. “I love the way our bodies fit so perfectly together.” He moved to push the blindfold back on Jamie’s forehead and realized it was damp with tears. Their gazes met, and he saw so much love in Jamie’s eyes it nearly undid him. “But most of all, Jamie, I love you with all my heart.”

  He pulled out and then pushed back in to the sound of Jamie’s aroused cries. He leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Let me hear your voice and feel your hands on me.”

  With a gasp, Jamie let go of the headboard and wrapped his arms around him, one hand moving up to clasp his neck and bring Ronan in for a heated kiss, and the other grabbing onto his ass and pulling him in deeper. Jamie groaned and then suddenly his hands were clasping Ronan’s face. When their eyes met, a tear slid down into Jamie’s hair. “I love you so much, Ronan. The way you take care of me, the way you guide me, the way you treat me like I’m precious to you.”

  “You are, sweetheart.”

  Jamie drew him down for a desperate kiss that would have stolen Ronan’s heart, if Jamie hadn’t already had it in his grasp. He slowly pulled almost all the way out and slid slowly, torturously back in, Jamie’s ankles crossed behind him, working to push Ronan even deeper. “God, you feel so good.”

  Jamie nodded in response, another tear sliding down into his hairline. Ronan kissed it away and moved inside of him. He let his forehead rest on Jamie’s shoulder as he continued to slowly build Jamie up, closer and closer to his orgasm. When he began to feel Jamie’s muscles clench down on him, he nearly lost his control. He lifted up, holding himself on one hand as he wrapped his other around Jamie’s shaft, squeezing and stroking as he pegged his prostate over and over until Jamie came with a loud cry. Jamie’s body shuddered, and his ass clenched down on Ronan’s dick. Ronan couldn’t hold back any longer and came deep inside of him.

  Collapsing half on and half off of Jamie, Ronan waited until his breathing was under control before he slowly slid out. He went to the bathroom to run a washcloth under warm water and carried it in to Jamie to clean him off and them himself. He tossed the cloth somewhere in the vicinity of his hamper and crawled in next to Jamie, tugging him close. They faced each other on their sides, and he tossed his leg over Jamie’s, dragging the boy’s leg between his own so he could pull him even tighter to his chest.

  “You did great tonight. You fit right into my group of friends. I know you were nervous, but Jamie, watching you watch them was the biggest turn on for me. Seeing your skin pink up with blushes, seeing you bite your bottom lip and lick it, seeing you rub your cock or your nipples as you watched them play was such a turn on. And the way you surrendered to your desire with Callie was the most sensual thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’m so proud of you.”

  Jamie held his gaze through half of that and then his face flushed, and he hid it in Ronan’s chest. His muffled, “Thank you, Sir,” followed by a huge embarrassed sigh made Ronan chuckle and squeeze him tighter.

  And before Ronan could stop himself, he blurted out, “Move in with me.”

  Jamie nearly clipped Ronan’s chin, his head flew back so fast. His eyes were wide as saucers, and his mouth dropped open in shock. Ronan found himself babbling out all the reasons why. “You used to stay only during the weekends, but now, you’re here at least five nights a week. I hate sleeping alone when you stay at your place. I want to drive into work together every day and drive home again at night. I want to hold you in my arms as you fall asleep and wake up with you wrapped around me, keeping me warm. I want to bring you breakfast in…”

  “Yes.”

  “…bed and celebrate all of our holidays toge—” He stopped his runaway mouth and met Jamie’s gaze, loving the wide grin he had plastered across his face. But he had to ask, just to be sure. “What did you say?”

  Jamie leaned in and kissed him, pulling back and looking him in the eye. “I said yes. Yes, I’ll move in with you. I’ve thought of this place as home for months.”

  “Really?” he asked, hopefully.

  Jamie nodded and whispered, “Yes, really.”

  He burrowed more deeply into Ronan’s arms and yawned. Ronan was on cloud nine when he finally whispered, “Goodnight, Jamie.”

  Jamie hummed and squeezed him tight for a few seconds. “Goodnight.”

  JAMIE

  Jamie turned to set the box he’d carried from the truck on the floor of what was now his office. Looking around at the pale blue walls, Jamie smiled.

  When he’d moved in officially two weeks before, he’d just taken his stuff from Andy’s—which, honestly, was next to nothing—putting his clothes in the empty drawers and closet space Ronan had set aside for him. When Ronan had originally shown Jamie this room, Jamie had been confused. For a moment, he’d thought Ronan didn’t want them to share a bedroom, but that didn’t sit right.

  When he’d looked at Ronan with question clear in his eyes, Ronan had said, “This is your room. You can use it as you see fit, but it’s a place for you to have just for yourself. If you want a relaxing den or a home gym, this is yours.”

  Jamie had been so touched by the gesture that his heart felt too big for his chest. He’d closed the few feet separating them, cupped Ronan’s cheeks, and smiled. Ronan returned it. Jamie loved his smile…the soft affectionate look he only gave Jamie.

  Jamie pulled Ronan down, his face inches from Jamie’s. “Thank you.”

  He placed a kiss on the corner of Ronan’s lips, then his cheek and jaw, making his way to every part of that gorgeous face he could reach. Jamie peppered kisses around and around until Ronan was chuckling. Jamie laughed softly against his ear then nibbled. Ronan gasped and Jamie laughed again. He knew the effect biting Ronan’s ear had on h
im.

  A few nips and he moved down, placing little bites on Ronan’s neck, followed by licks of his salty skin. He tasted his way to Ronan’s collarbone then across to the other side of his neck. Bites and licks led him to his other ear, giving that one the same treatment as the first.

  By that point, Ronan was clinging to him and moaning with every little taste Jamie got. Ronan’s hands remained wrapped around his hips, squeezing and pulling him closer until their chests brushed against each other, and Jamie could feel Ronan’s stiff cock against his stomach. He wiggled against it, trying to give it the friction he knew Ronan needed. Ronan groaned.

  “How about later, I show you how thankful I truly am?” Jamie whispered in Ronan’s ear.

  Ronan groaned, pressing his forehead to Jamie’s before capturing his lips and kissing the breath right out of him. Jamie took that as yes.

  The house was now full of friends helping move all the things Jamie had placed in the storage unit months ago to the home he now shared with Ronan. Geoff had offered to help—along with Misha—when Ronan and Brad had run into him while they were at the gym a couple of weeks ago.

  Jamie was happy to have them there since he and Misha had grown closer in the course of his relationship with Ronan. He’d been a lot of help when Jamie had questions, concerns, or just needed someone to talk to who would understand. Jamie had felt guilty at first because Andy was his best friend. But when Jamie tried to talk to Andy about certain things, Andy couldn’t reassure or help Jamie because there was so much he just didn’t understand.

  Jamie left his office, heading toward the front door. Geoff and Ronan were carrying in the loveseat Jamie loved so much. He hated to get rid of it since it had been his first major purchase after he’d started working. Luckily, it matched the ones in the dungeon, and Ronan was all too happy to let it be put downstairs.