by M. A. Innes
Sean let out a low moan as I stroked over his hip and back, tracing the sensitive joint. “You were very naughty, but I have to admit, I’m going to enjoy punishing you.”
And fingers crossed he was going to love getting spanked too.
His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally just gave up figuring out how to respond. “Yes, Sir.”
So fucking cute.
He was too much temptation, so I stopped playing with him and climbed up on the bed and set the cuffs to one side. “Lie down on your stomach.”
As much as I wanted to stretch him over my lap, I needed to be able to see his face and I wanted him to have more room to move if he needed it. I wasn’t planning on spanking him hard, but there would be a rush of sensations and he wasn’t a small man.
No point in setting him up to fall off my lap with his first spanking.
Sean swallowed hard again, nodding as he climbed up. I could see his lips moving silently, but I guessed that it was more of his pep talk from earlier, so I pretended not to see. When he was flat on the bed with his hands wrapped around the bars, I settled beside him and reached for the cuffs.
They went on easily as I watched Sean for any sign of panic or discomfort. His arms weren’t at an awkward angle and nothing looked stressed, so I focused on any negative reactions to being trapped. Aside from a few tugs on the cuffs that seemed to be an unconscious reaction, nothing said he was upset.
Just nervous.
Stroking his back, I moved his pillows around to make sure he was comfortable and just waited for his body to relax into the bed. He closed his eyes and sighed as I caressed his ass and then up toward his lower back. That was a hot spot for him because he made a low moan and arched his ass off the bed.
Making a mental note, I continued my soft exploration up the planes of his back before slowly working my way to the sensitive area. We weren’t in a rush, so I took my time until he was completely focused on the soft caresses.
When his muscles were relaxed and the stress I’d seen in his body earlier was gone, I brought my hand down on one cheek. There was a sharp inhale, but that was quickly followed by a moan as I stroked over the barely pink cheek.
With the first one out of the way and him being able to see that there was nothing to fear, I started alternating between each cheek, warming them up slowly. “You were very naughty earlier.”
Sean’s low moan made me smile.
Someone liked being my naughty sub.
The tension building in his body wasn’t about fear or the unknown any longer. I let several more spanks fall on his ass as he fought to stay still. “You were teasing me and trying to be difficult. I can’t have that.”
He clearly wasn’t upset about being naughty, but the role-playing and spanking were doing it for him. As the heat built and sensations rushed through him, he pressed his face against the pillow and tugged on the cuffs again, rocking his hips to hump the bed. Spanking might not have sent him into subspace, but it was clear that my sexy man was having fun exploring this side of himself.
But coming yet wasn’t the plan, so I gave the underside of one cheek a sharp smack to get his attention. “No, you don’t get to orgasm. Stop humping the bed.”
He seemed to find being on the receiving end of that order just as erotic as I had. His moan was rougher that time and a shiver ran through him that had me worrying about how close he was to coming.
Letting his cock rub against the bed might not have been a good idea.
“Pull your knees up under you. I want you to offer up your ass to your master.” I had to smile as he pressed his face tighter into the pillow and groaned. There was a bit of pleasure and a bit of embarrassment in the sound, but he didn’t think about what to do.
He pushed his ass up as he tucked his knees under him and without being told, or maybe just because he was aching and needy, he spread his legs, giving me a glimpse of his tight pucker. We’d teased and talked around the topic of his bottoming, but aside from hinting that he was curious and not shutting me down, I hadn’t wanted to rush him.
Sean was more important to me than topping or bottoming.
But as I trailed my fingers over his pink cheeks and felt him shiver as I inched closer to his opening, I knew he’d been thinking about this moment for a while. When I finally stroked over the tight ring of muscles, he groaned and his body relaxed, trying to pull me in.
“My sexy sub’s been playing with his ass.” There was no doubt about it.
Sean’s groan held more than a hint of embarrassment, but he nodded. His confident response earlier about not needing to use the bathroom had given me a good hint that he’d at least prepared for this moment, but that hadn’t been all he’d been researching.
“Have you been stretching it for me?” Barely pressing against the muscles, I felt his body relax and I slid inside him, breaching him.
His moan that time was all pleasure as I started to shallowly finger fuck him.
“It feels even better when someone else plays with your ass, doesn’t it?” I got another low sexy sound, but his nod said he agreed completely. “There’s just something about offering up your body and knowing that you’re going to be taken.”
Another shiver ran through him as I kept up the slow teasing in-and-out movement. Shifting a little, I could see the way his dick swayed as the pleasure built. There was a little part of me that would have loved to have seen his face the first time he played with his ass, but I was relieved this wasn’t completely foreign to him. I didn’t want our first time marred by stress and fear.
His first time should be surrounded by pleasure and love. I wanted there to be so much passion that I scrambled his brain, and I wanted him to know I would always be there for him. Moving between his legs, I let him feel my body against his ass as I eased out of him and reached for the lube and condoms he kept in the drawer.
Tossing both on the bed, I stroked his ass and sprinkled kisses over his back and cheeks as I quickly stripped out of my clothes. In seconds, I was rubbing my dick against his thigh as I squirted lube onto my finger.
I soaked up the little moans and shivers as I circled his hole. “Relax for me. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I entered him slowly again, but that time as he adjusted, I kept sinking in deeper. When I bottomed out, I stilled and stroked his ass. Sean let out a low chuckle and groaned, shifting on the bed. “That feels so weird.”
I leaned down and nibbled on the sensitive skin right by his entrance. He gasped as I chuckled. “Good weird or bad weird?”
He had to fight for breath as I started slowly pulling out. “Don’t stop.”
Good weird then.
“I’m not. I’m not going anywhere.” Before my finger was completely out, I started back in, fucking him slowly. I wouldn’t rush, but if he wanted more, I wasn’t going to deny him. I’d have fun drawing it out and torturing him another time.
When I stroked over his prostate, I thought he’d come right off the bed. He gasped and shoved his ass back, pulling on the cuffs as I chuckled. Evidently, he hadn’t found his prostate when he’d been exploring. This was going to be fun.
Rubbing slow circles over the small gland, I chuckled as he squirmed and shook. “It feels so good, doesn’t it? There are even plugs and toys we can play with that will stimulate it. Can you imagine all this pleasure rocketing through you as you fucked me?”
Oops, almost too much.
His entire body clenched as his head came up and he tugged against the cuffs. “I…it’s…”
Stilling, I let him breathe and fight the orgasm I knew was trying to barrel through him. “Tell me when you're good. I don’t want you to come until I’m in you.”
His groan said he liked that idea, but he nodded and took several deep breaths. “Another finger, please. I’m good. Just no more…like that…the…”
His words trailed off as I lined up a second finger and started sinking into him. I was pretty sure he’d been trying to exp
lain that I couldn’t play with his prostate unless I wanted him to come, but the burn of adding a second finger might have been his goal too.
I could feel the tension run through his body as he adjusted, but soon he was wiggling again and arching back to force me to go faster. Yes, he’d been doing more than just a little exploring, but I was glad he was enjoying it because it could have easily gone the other way. Not everyone liked bottoming. Hell, not every gay guy liked anal play, much less actual fucking.
I’d dated more than a few guys that just hadn’t been into it at all.
When he was taking two easily and moaning as I stretched him, I carefully added a third. I wasn’t hung like a horse by any means, but I wanted him to feel nothing but pleasure when I entered him for the first time.
By the time I thought he was ready, he was tugging on the cuffs and alternating between growling out demands and pleading for more. I made a mental note that at a certain point, teasing didn’t make him more submissive but had the exact opposite effect.
When I was worried about what he’d do to me when he finally got out of the cuffs, I pulled out of him and reached for the condom. The crinkle of the package had him stilling and taking deep breaths as I slid the condom over my erection.
Since he hadn’t asked for the cuffs to come off, I stroked over his back and arms as I ran my achingly hard dick over his ass. “I love knowing you’ve given yourself to me like this. I love knowing that it’s my fantasy you wanted to live out.”
A shiver raced through him as I lined my cock up against his opening and started slowly inching into him. “It’s crazy…frustrating…ohhh…yes…but I like it.”
He also evidently liked it when my dick brushed over his prostate.
By the time I was completely in him, he was shaking and his fingers had a white-knuckled grip on the bars. Tension and desire had his muscles clenching and I could feel him fighting to stay relaxed. Running my hands along his back, I carefully eased back before pushing in again.
The shallow fucking had him moaning and his head fell back as he shook. “I’m going to…damn it…”
It wasn’t funny, but his frustration and need had me chuckling as I smacked his ass before roughly bottoming out. He gasped and shoved back again as I growled at him. “The next time we do this, I’m going to tie you completely down and fix it so you can’t even move before I rim you into a new dimension.”
I gave up on slow or tender as the passion flared between us and I thrust into him with a pounding rhythm. I wanted to be able to say I lasted hours and drove him insane, but he was too tight and too sexy with his needy sounds and rough demands for more.
When he realized clenching down on my dick would make me fuck him harder, he spent a good few minutes torturing me until I gave up. Reaching under him, I grabbed his cock in an almost painful grip and jerked him off.
Sean cried out as his orgasm barreled through him. As his body rippled around me, I pounded into his prostate then exploded as he cried out in pleasure. I kept fucking him though our orgasms until he finally collapsed down on the bed. Carefully pulling out of him, I disposed of the condom in the trash can by the bed and wrapped myself over him.
Kissing his neck and back, I tried to put into words how he made me feel. It came out a bit of a mess. “I love you…god that was…baby, I love you.”
He chuckled and turned his head. “I love you too, but I want to hold you, Pest. Release the cuffs.”
Oh yeah.
In seconds I had him freed and he rolled us over to pin me under him. “I love you, Pest.”
He kissed me tenderly, stroking his fingers over my face. “I will always love you.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him close to press his forehead against mine. “Thank you for taking a chance on all this…on me.”
He chuckled. “I had to. You were the only person brave enough to drag me out of my comfort zone and make me see there was more to life than work and more to myself than just being a dried-up widower.”
He pulled back, bracing himself on one elbow, and stroked my face. “I’ve spent years living in a fog and you were the one to bring me back to life. Thank you. I thought this part of my life had ended when Shelly died, but now it feels like I’ve barely scratched the surface of how wonderful my life will be.”
“Would she have been shocked to know you’d fallen in love with someone like me?” I wasn’t sure if I meant kinky or gay or what, but I was curious.
He shook his head, kissing me again. “I knew from the first moment I kissed you that she was right there behind me pushing me along. I know somewhere she loves how you’ve brought me back to life and how perfect you are for me.”
His gaze was filled with love but there was something firm and serious behind the tender emotion. “But be forewarned, Pest. When I love, I love. There’s no doubt in it and no fear about what’s to come. You’re stuck with me.”
“So fucking romantic.” I hugged him closer, laughing as he rolled us over again so I was stretched out over him. I kissed him and poured all the love and insanity he made me feel into that one touch. “No doubt. No fear.”
It was the only way to live.
No doubt.
No fear.
Just jump.
Epilogue
Sean
I was starting to question my sanity and his.
Mine especially.
“You’re sure this is an establishment that won’t mind my lack of familiarity with the lifestyle?” I was amazed at my ability to put together a sentence as I watched Derek lace his dick into a complicated contraption he insisted was technically underwear.
I’d never had briefs that laced around my erection, though.
Okay, I was questioning his sanity now because those could not be comfortable. “You’re not going to damage your penis, are you?”
Derek finally lost control of the smile he’d been trying to hold back and burst out laughing. “Stop saying words like penis and establishment. Giggling and looking silly is not the image I was going for. I can’t keep a straight face when you say shit like that, and I’m supposed to be the sub tonight.”
That was another issue that was up for debate.
I wasn’t anywhere near ready to submit in public, but I wasn’t feeling very dominant at the moment. “Fake it ’til you make it” was the phrase that kept coming to mind, but I wasn’t sure it applied in the current situation.
I’d finally come to the realization that I needed to second-guess decisions more.
At least when it came to Derek and his wide eyes.
Looking around the small dressing room, I sighed and glanced down at my own outfit. The room reminded me of a nice upscale health club, but I’d never worn skin-tight jeans without underwear to a gym, much less gone shirtless.
“I look ridiculous.” I was mostly talking to myself, but Derek snorted and reached out to grab my ass.
Giving it a squeeze, he waggled his eyebrows like a dirty villain in a bad B movie. “You look so hot I want to tackle you right now.”
See, neither of us were in the right frame of mind.
Turning, I wrapped him in my arms and did my best to ignore how sexy his erection looked wrapped up like a Christmas present. Derek must have known I needed a minute because he snuggled closer and just relaxed against me. Kissing his head, I closed my eyes and tried to remember why this had seemed like a good idea when I’d first mentioned it.
Friends.
Derek needed more friends in the lifestyle and, according to him, so did I.
Growth.
I would never get more comfortable being in public unless we were in public.
Yes, we’d only been together for about two months, but he was never going to be the hide in the closet type. We’d never hidden that we were dating, but at some point, people were going to start asking about the lifestyle. That meant I had to get comfortable answering them.
And fuck it. The last one was what had clinched it. He’d shown me som
e of the outfits he was thinking about wearing. Evidently, I was a sucker for hot underwear on my sexy pest.
We were going to start having important discussions when he was completely clothed.
With those reminders firmly in place, I had to figure out how to find my dominant side. In the stress of actually getting to the club, I’d kind of misplaced it. It seemed to be like car keys or my phone, but in this case, I couldn’t just call it to see where I’d left the damned thing.
I was not an old fart afraid of change.
I was not afraid of people seeing this side of our relationship.
I was not a wimp.
Okay, I was starting to see hints of my dominant side finally showing up.
Thank fuck.
Running my hands down Derek’s back, I pictured him in the collar and leash I’d picked out, kneeling at my feet. All that need and passion focused on pleasing me…the love and trust it took to publicly declare he was mine…the feeling of being able to explain to someone what he really meant to me.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and kissed his head again. Cupping his ass, I squeezed the nearly naked skin that was framed by tiny black straps. It was not underwear, no matter what he said. “I’m going to have to spank you when we get home for letting everyone else see what belongs to me.”
Derek groaned, but it was a bit too dramatic to sound serious. “But you said you liked them and didn’t argue about them.”
“Because they’re very sexy on you.” I stepped back enough to slide a hand between us and stroke his well-decorated erection. “I never said anything about what I thought of other people seeing you. I’m your Dom and your boyfriend, not your keeper. If you want to show off what belongs to me, you can take the consequences.”
He let out a low whine I knew was just to manipulate me. It would have worked if I hadn’t felt his cock jerk as I explained what was going to happen. “But, Daddy, I didn’t know you would be upset.”
Oh, now I was Daddy, was I?
I trailed my fingers over his ass in random patterns that always made sure to skim up the split in his cheeks. “You make your own decisions, Pest. You decided to give me your submission and you decided this was something you wanted to do. But actions have consequences, and tomorrow you’re going over my lap first thing.”