The Only Way To Live

by M. A. Innes

  His dick throbbed and it felt like it was pressing against the straps each time his desire swelled higher. His outfit was basically just decorations for his ass and dick. Straps to frame his cheeks and straps to wrap around his erection and show how sexy he looked when he was hard.

  It really was hot.

  And so was the idea of spanking him later.

  “But I didn’t know you’d be mad, Daddy.” He peeked up at me through his long lashes and gave me a sweet pout. “You don’t get jealous, Daddy.”

  “And I’m not jealous, Pest.” I kissed him gently before squeezing one cheek. “I know you’re coming home with me and that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, so there’s nothing to be jealous about. But that doesn’t mean I want everyone to see my toy. Of course you’re sexy and I’m going to enjoy showing you off tonight, so thank you for that, but you still have to be punished.”

  It was some crazy convoluted logic, but I said it sincerely enough that he couldn't argue.

  He blinked at me several times, probably scrambling for a response. Finally, he pushed his lower lip out and sighed. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Little brat.

  I gave his ass a pat. “If you’re very good, maybe I’ll let you come after your spanking.”

  “Maybe?” He couldn't seem to decide if he wanted to huff and argue or push his ass back and plead for more.

  I nodded and smiled like he was doing a good job already. “If you’re very good.”

  But I wasn’t going to define what that meant because it wouldn’t be any fun.

  With one last lingering touch between his cheeks, I stepped back and scanned down his body. The tiny thing he kept claiming was enough coverage for the club made him look incredible. But I was a little worried about his circulation. “You’re sure that cock ring won’t damage your dick?”

  I caught myself before saying penis, though I wasn’t sure why the word made him giggle.

  Derek shook his head excitedly before wiggling his hips, sending his erection swinging. “I won’t be in it long enough to worry. I just want to make sure I’m hard enough that the briefs don’t fall off.”

  For Pete’s sake.

  “If you have to stay erect to keep them up, we really need to redefine these as something other than underwear.” I found myself crossing my arms and staring down at the straps that wrapped him up so prettily. “Next time we come you’re trying on any clothing at home first, Pest.”

  I was all for self-expression, but at least his penis needed to be fully covered next time.

  His lower lip poked out again, and I was treated to very well-rehearsed puppy eyes. I shook my head before the manipulation could even begin. “No. I’m going to put my foot down, Pest.”

  That earned me a very dramatic and well-timed sigh, but I was starting to find some fortitude against it even if he was nearly naked. Self-preservation was very important.

  “Yes, Daddy.” He must have decided that regrouping and attacking from behind later was a more prudent tactic because he smiled and wiggled closer. “I’ll be good next time. I promise.”

  Oh yeah, he was going to get me when I least expected it.

  “Thank you.” His definition of good was highly flexible, however. “But that won’t get you out of your spanking tomorrow.”

  Just imagining him over my lap made it even easier to keep hold of my dominant side. Derek seemed to appreciate it because the needy look on his face as he rubbed against me wasn’t something he could have faked. Finding my inner Dom seemed to have helped him find his inner sub.

  Now I just had to keep it.

  I could do that for Derek.

  No matter what he said about how busy he was and how when he relaxed he just wanted to be home, I could see that wasn’t completely honest. I needed to show him that he didn’t have to keep me stuffed away in a closet, and he needed to see that I could make friends outside of work. The fact that his world had a tendency to shrink down to just Jules on a regular basis was worrisome too.

  What happened when Jules met someone?

  Yes, we both needed a bigger circle of friends, no matter what the reasoning.

  With the image of a needy Derek being bent over my lap at the front of my mind, I stepped closer and ran a finger down his chest. When I got to the complicated briefs, I traced the straps and caressed the patches of skin that were showing through. Sexy as fuck.

  “If you damage my toy, I’m going to be very upset, Pest.” I hadn’t done enough research on cock rings to know how long they could be left on. Derek seemed very sincere when he said it wouldn’t be a problem, but he didn’t always see things the same way I did.

  I wanted him safe, but it was slightly out of self-preservation. If we had to go to the emergency room because he broke his dick, someone was going to report me for abuse. No one would ever believe the nut had done it to himself.

  Derek squirmed, rocking his hips back and forth to do his best to jack himself off using my hand. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”

  He had no idea what that word really meant.

  Squeezing his cock, I trapped the little brat and shook my head. “You may not orgasm without permission, Pest. That means I don’t want to see you humping me or the furniture either.”

  The things I had to say.

  But he nodded, looking terribly sincere. It was a scam, but what could I say, I loved the little con artist. Leaning into me, Derek kissed me sweetly and snuggled against me like he was wearing fuzzy pajamas and just wanted to cuddle all night. “I’ll remember, Daddy. I’m going to be so good you won’t know what to do with me.”

  I had a feeling he’d help me figure it out if it became necessary.

  “We’ll see.” I might have been a bit skeptical—there was no way he could behave—but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to enjoy seeing what he’d get up to.

  Wrapping my arms around him, I decided that helping him stay hard would be part of my job tonight. I couldn’t have his underwear falling off in the middle of the club. Stroking my fingers up and down his ass, I smiled when he moaned as I grazed his needy hole.

  Fridays were busy for both of us, so we hadn’t been able to get off early enough to have sex and still get to the club at a reasonable hour. It left us both aching. Derek’s desire was just a bit more obvious. Not that my pants left much to the imagination.

  “You know, these briefs would look even cuter if I spanked you first.” But there really wasn’t anywhere in the changing room to make that work safely unless I had him brace himself against the wall, and that seemed like a bad idea. “I’m going to remember that in the future when you’re picking out clothes.”

  Part of me wanted to run my nails over his ass to at least mark him in some way, but I liked the untouched look of the soft skin of his cheeks. Deciding to leave them looking smooth, I kept my touch gentle as I teased his sexy body.

  “Hmm, I think we should have picked out a plug for you to go with the underwear. Something bright and colorful that would keep everyone looking at your ass. Then I could have punished you even more tomorrow for making all the Doms think about fucking you.” Derek’s frustrated moan said I was starting to get the hang of driving him insane.

  He tucked his face against my chest, moaning and arching his ass out to beg for more. “But Daddy…”

  Grinning, I kissed his cheek and gave his ass a pat. “Time for your collar, baby. We can’t spend our entire night in here.”

  Ignoring the butterflies in my stomach that were threatening to take off again, I stepped back as he straightened. I didn’t have the words to explain how incredible he looked. It wasn’t just the physical aspects, either.

  Something about the confidence and openness he radiated shone from him, drawing people to him. I was just the lucky man he welcomed closer to surround me with his light.

  Submission and excitement flashed through his eyes as I reached for the collar and leash in the bag we’d brought with us. As I stroked my fingers over the buttery soft, brown leathe
r, Derek sank to his knees in a slow, beautiful motion that made my heart ache to wrap my arms around him.

  My hands started to shake as I slid the collar around his neck, so I focused on stroking my fingers over the words engraved into it…It pleases me to please you. He’d wanted the one that said slut mode, but I’d put my foot down on that one. The memory had me fighting the urge to smile, making it easier to take a slow breath and steady my touch as I worked the buckle.

  He was beautiful.

  We’d tried the collar on him before after we’d first picked it out, but somehow this moment was different. It was just for play and places like the club, so we hadn’t felt the need to pick out anything subtle. But tracing my fingers around his neck, something about the moment felt very real.

  The way Derek shivered as he stared up at me said he felt it too.

  As I clipped on the leash, Derek made a low, needy sound. I wanted to echo the sexy response, but I knew one of us had to at least appear to be in control or we’d get too distracted. Since I was the Dom, that was evidently me.

  Stroking along the leash with two fingers, I caressed it slowly, looking deep into Derek’s eyes. I had a feeling he was starting to rethink the need for the cock ring because his moan that time was decidedly frustrated. I just smiled.

  “Stand up. It’s time for you to show me around the club.” Taking his hand, I helped my sexy man rise. Tugging on the leash, I pulled him close and ran my hand down his back one more time. Skimming over his sexy ass, I kissed him gently. “I’m going to add more spanks every time a Dom looks at your ass.”

  He huffed, but the way his ass pressed against my hand said he didn’t mind that punishment. “What about other subs, Daddy? Will I get punished if they watch me?”

  My jeans were becoming tighter with every fantasy he managed to wiggle into my head. “No, Pest, that’s just going to make me fuck you even harder when we’re finally alone.”

  Ha, two could play the drive the other crazy game.

  Derek closed his eyes as a shiver raced through him. Later I was going to make him tell me what dirty fantasies were running through his head, but not yet. For now, I needed to be able to focus, and if any more blood left my brain, I was going to forget where we were.

  Moving my hands slowly up his body, I finally cupped his face and tilted his head to look at me. “I love you.”

  His smile was tender as he leaned into me. “I love you too.”

  I tightened my grip on his leash and kept him close as I kissed him gently. The mix of domination and love had him whimpering against me. Pecking his lips again, I smiled, but I knew it was a wicked grin filled with thoughts of sexy punishments. “Do I need to remind you how to talk to your Master?”

  Derek’s breath hitched and I could see him sinking deeper into his submission. “No, Sir.”

  He drew back just enough to feel the pull of the leash and shivered. I had a feeling he could get himself off just by feeling the tug of the collar. “I’ll be good, Sir.”

  Probably not, but he would be sexy and wicked and utterly wonderful.

  “Only good boys get rewards, so remember that if you’re hoping for attention to your aching cock.” I knew without a doubt if I looked down, the strap that ran across the head of his cock would be damp with precum.

  “I will, Sir.” He shivered again as his erection stroked against my leg. “I want to be able to feel your hands wrapped around me as you use me for your pleasure, Sir.”

  Little tease.

  “Then be good, or when I’m using you, there won’t be any orgasms for you. I’ll just fill up your needy little hole with my cum and leave you aching and hard.” I reached around, giving his ass a pat. “Now show me the club.”

  Or he’d come before we even left the locker room.

  My inner Dom was tested the moment we walked out the door, though. There were people everywhere, and just about every kind of kink was on display. Refusing to look like an idiot, I made sure to keep my eyes in my head and focus on everyone’s faces.

  Derek giggled and snuggled up to my side. “You can look, Daddy. They wouldn’t be nearly naked if they wanted you to ignore their bodies.”

  This was the weirdest date ever.

  His smiling wiggles got even more enthusiastic as he started seeing people he recognized. “Oh, Daddy, you have to meet Rodney later; he’s fun to talk to. He runs that gym on the other side of town that’s mostly bodybuilders and people like that.”

  That made sense, seeing how large and built the guy was. I never saw myself as short or slim, but comparing myself against him was startling. He made Derek look tiny.

  I smiled as Derek bounced and rambled on like a five-year-old on cupcakes. “Deep breath. I can’t meet everyone today.”

  It wasn’t practical and my nerves would eventually give out.

  Instead of dimming his enthusiasm, he seemed to take it as a challenge. “But, Daddy, I want you to have fun.”

  His smile was sweet, but the gleam in his eyes was wicked. “How about we start our fun by exploring first and then you can introduce me to people?”

  I wasn’t sure whether that was a good idea or not, but I had more faith in my ability to keep a blank face while someone got flogged than my ability to sound confident in front of strangers.

  Derek bounced so much at that idea I had to loosen my hold on the leash or he would have choked. A wiggly sub passing by giggled, earning a frown from his Dom, but when Derek and the wiggly sub both gave the Dom very cute pouts, he sighed. “No teaming up. That’s not fair.”

  Derek looked to me and gave me the cutest I’m-so-sweet look. “I’m being good.”

  The giggly sub just threw his arms around who I was assuming was his master and grinned, giving him a big smacky kiss. “Being good is no fun at all. I’d rather be naughty and apologize later.”

  The Dom laughed. “You’re setting a bad example.”

  That didn’t seem to bother the nearly naked man at all. “Who said I was supposed to do that? I’m an owner, not the BDSM police.” But his indignant reply was cut off as he looked around his Dom toward what looked to be a well-stocked bar. “Oh, I think I need another pink drink, Master. I only had a little one before.”

  Ahh, that explained the giggles.

  But my mind snapped back to what he’d said. He was one of the owners?

  Derek found the giggles to be contagious, but when he finally got them under control, he tugged on my hand. “Daddy, this is Ben and Conner. They own Bound and Controlled.”

  I was starting to connect the dots. In getting permission for me to come tonight, I’d emailed with Ben and had spoken on the phone to someone who seemed to be the manager of the club. Ben glanced between us and held out his hand. “Sean, right?”

  “Yes, nice to meet you.” Shaking hands and making introductions seemed too normal for a BDSM club, but I knew that was just my imagination.

  He gave a low chuckle. “My tipsy sub will remember his manners later, but I’m glad you guys made it.”

  Conner turned back around so fast, Ben was the only thing that seemed to hold him up. “Derek, you have a Daddy? My friend Cody has a Daddy.”

  I was glad that question had been directed at Derek and not me. He bounced and smiled, shaking his head. “No, it’s just a kink, I’m not little. He’s just sexy and used to blush really cute when I teased him, so it stuck.”

  Conner gave him what seemed to be a well-perfected pout. “Oh, that’s sad. My friend Cody could use more littles to play with at the club.”

  Derek didn’t seem to take the pout seriously, but he played along. “That’s okay. My friend is a little. Once I find him a Daddy, he can come too. He’s too shy to come without a Daddy.”

  Yes, I couldn’t see Jules voluntarily coming unless he had someone to hold on to. He wasn’t exactly shy, but he would need support to get out of his comfort zone.

  Conner’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful.”

  He whipped around again, nearly tumbling ov
er. “We have to go find Cody and Ford to tell them.”

  His Master seemed content to humor the slightly tipsy sub, but he glanced up at us quickly. “They might have other plans.”

  I got a manipulative pout from the handful. “Please, Derek’s Daddy, you have to come meet Cody.”

  Derek giggled. “He’s Sean, silly.”

  Conner waved his hand. “I’ll remember that tomorrow. I promise.”

  Laughing would have been rude, right?

  Derek decided that finding the new little Cody was a brilliant idea. He wiggled again and kissed my cheek. “Pleeeease.”

  I wasn’t sure when I’d been put in charge, but I played along. I gave him a long, serious look and then gave Conner a similar one. “Can you behave?”

  That got more giggles from both subs. Conner immediately said no as Derek lied and gave me a very sincere-sounding yes. Ben laughed as I gave up. “Let’s go find this new friend Cody.”

  Conner beamed and threw his arms around Derek. Seeing the two nearly naked subs cuddled against each other tested my resolve to focus on their faces. Another thing to spank Derek for tomorrow. Conner hugged him tightly. “You have the best Daddy.”

  That seemed to be based on how easily Derek got his way.

  Derek clearly agreed. “He’s so cute and smart and he gives the best—”

  My hand reached out and went over his mouth before I even thought about it. Conner laughed so hard he slouched back into his Master so he could hold him up. I gave Derek a stern glare. “Do you want to come tonight or not? Tomorrow after your spanking is up for debate as well.”

  That had him nodding and giving me puppy dog eyes as I took my hand away. He threw his arms around me, doing his best not to smile. He was not terribly successful. “I was going to say you give the best cuddles, Daddy.”

  Sure he was.

  “Of course you were.” I kissed him gently. “Behave.”