They went into the pizza joint and were seated at a booth. Sweat dripped down the side of Ryan’s temple as pain mixed with pleasure. They ordered a pizza to split. Pure, raw sexual agony lingered in Ryan’s eyes. They ate quickly, and an hour later they were leaving. Trent smiled when Ryan headed straight for the car as he paid the bill. Trent eye-fucked Ryan as he got into the car.
“Where do you live?” Trent asked.
Ryan stroked his cock through his pants as he signed the name of his street with finger, spelling, “Loveland Trails in Mt. Washington.”
Trent drove to the other side of town. Ryan lived in a small twobedroom house. Ryan rushed to the front door, opening it up. The scent of leather hung within the air. The house was comfortable with modern furniture. Shoes were kicked off by the front door, a coffee cup and magazines were on the coffee table. A big flat-screen TV took center stage on the wall in the living room. Trent walked around as though he owned the place and his sub.
“Undress,” Trent ordered.
A sigh of relief escaped Ryan’s lips as he undressed. The cock ring still held his cock erect. Ryan stroked his dick, making pre-cum weep from the tip.
“Nice place.”
Moonlight glinted off the small kidney-shaped table in a bar room off the living room area. Ryan continued to stroke his cock, forcing Trent into having to deal with him before he came too quickly.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch your cock.”
The crack of his words across the room made lust visibly snap through Ryan’s body. Ryan stroked his prick and signed with his right hand as he said, “I guess you’ll have to punish me, master.”
“You love to disobey me. Hands down, babe.”
Ryan lifted his hands and signed as he said, “So stop me.”
Trent growled and crossed the room, grabbing Ryan’s wrists to stop him from stroking his cock off. He pushed him up against the bar table. Heat seared through Trent’s shirt. Their hearts pounded. They kissed hard and passionately. Their tongues flicked as Trent dominated and nipped. Trent pulled away, taking the blindfold from his pocket. He slipped it over Ryan’s eyes. Trent turned Ryan around, taking the thin strap of cloth from his cargo pants. He tied up Ryan’s wrists behind his back. Trent laid his hand on Ryan’s side to feel the vibrations of his voice as he caressed Ryan’s cock.
With a shaky hand, Trent took the small bullet-shaped vibrator from his jacket, slipping it through the mesh chainmail. He flicked the remote on, and vibrations made Ryan’s dick vibrate hard. This was going faster than Trent planned. He was quickly losing control as he dropped his pants to the ground and stripped out of his shirt. He grabbed Ryan’s hips, edging the tip of his throbbing cockhead into Ryan’s ass without a condom. He always used condoms, but not this time. This time he wanted to own Ryan completely. He wanted to make him his. He wanted to brand him with his cock and mark him for no other man to ever have again. Trent snapped open the lube, rubbing it over his heated cock. He pushed his cock into Ryan, taking him. There was no time for control as Trent completely lost it. He took Ryan hard, reaching around with his right hand to stroke Ryan’s pulsating prick.
It was then Trent knew that Ryan was his drug. He’d never be able to let him go. Trent wrapped his arm around Ryan, feeling the vibrations of his labored breathing. He held him tight as he stroked Ryan’s cock, taking him to the point of ecstasy and stopping. Ryan was on the edge and desperately wanted to fall off. Trent could feel it in the way Ryan’s body shook. The feel of his lover on the edge was too much. Trent started coming hard. He thrust in and out.
At the last second, Trent pulled his cock out, shooting his spunk across Ryan’s ass as he came. Trent turned Ryan around, easing him back onto the table as his mouth came down on his throbbing cock. One suck and a flick of his tongue was all that Ryan needed to come. Trent eased his hand up Ryan’s chest, feeling the vibrations of Ryan’s cries of passion as his mouth worked over him. Hot sprays of Ryan’s cum shot over Trent’s hand and Ryan’s chest.
They were both unsteady. Trent eased Ryan up to his feet, taking his blindfold off. He untied his hands and released him from his chains. Trent smoothed his hand behind Ryan’s neck, bringing their mouths together. Their eyes locked as he pulled back.
“I have to work in the morning,” Ryan said.
“I should go.”
Ryan smiled. “Thanks for dinner.”
“Thanks for tonight,” Trent said.
Trent could see that his lover was putting the brakes on things. There was something about the chase that got Trent off. He didn’t mind chasing his lover. He’d chase him as far as he needed to. Trent was not about to give up on Ryan. Not yet. He had more plans for Ryan’s submission training.
Chapter Twelve
Ryan’s first SWAT call came in the early dawn. The beeper on his nightstand had him wide awake in less than ten seconds and out the door within five minutes. Hazmat was called to a home for a chemical cleanup on the west side of Cincinnati. Ryan stood inside the perimeter. All he could think about was Trent as the team worked. Morning sunlight cut between the houses. Ryan put on his sunglasses as he waited out the team inside the Cape Cod.
Ryan longed for more with Trent, but knew happily ever after wasn’t in the stars for him. Life threw him a curve with the cancer. He couldn’t bring that to Trent’s doorstep despite what they wanted or were feeling.
Yes, he had work as a reason to avoid Trent, but that wouldn’t last forever. Avoiding the future was the only way he knew he could safeguard his heart. Trent said he wanted to be there through everything that revolved around his health, but could Ryan really trust him to be when the going got tough?
Thank God Trent wasn’t on the scene. That was a distraction Ryan didn’t need right now. Ryan did a double take as Trent pulled up just as the CSI team did. Exasperation had Ryan looking up toward the blue sky. The universe had a wild sense of humor. Ryan tried not to stare as Trent got out of his car. He opened the back door, and Shadow jumped out of the back. He petted Shadow before snapping the leash onto his collar. They got to work, going into the back of the house. Ryan moved to catch a glimpse of the team as they worked.
They cataloged the materials lined up as Trent walked the perimeter in the back yard with Shadow sniffing things out. Shadow sat down, signaling a hit outside a shed. Trent whistled to another officer, getting his attention. Shadow finished up searching, not finding anything else.
Trent lowered to his haunches, giving Shadow a rubdown. He glanced across the yard, catching Ryan’s stare. Ryan felt the power of that one predatory look all the way down to his toes. It was as though cupid had just shot an arrow through Ryan’s heart and lassoed it tight. Ryan felt owned. Lord help him when Trent looked at him that way, he wanted to be owned by Trent for the rest of his life.
They were on the scene most of the day. Another SWAT doc, Parker, came to the scene to relieve Ryan. He was getting into the car when his cell phone buzzed.
Ryan checked his phone. My house 9 tonight.
A shiver echoed down Ryan’s spine. He couldn’t go willingly to him again. He needed to stop seeing him. His lab results weren’t even back yet. What if his cancer had returned again?
No, Ryan wouldn’t be seeing him tonight. Ryan shut off his phone. He couldn’t talk to Trent right now. It was easy for Ryan to avoid Trent for the rest of the day. He had a shift at work. He finished his shift at the hospital and then went straight home. Nine o’clock came and went. Ryan went straight to the basement to do a quick workout. He had to forget all about his want and need to have Trent tonight.
Earbuds were stuck deep in Ryan’s ears, and the music was turned up loud as he pounded the treadmill. Sweat glistened on his skin. He long ago had taken off his T-shirt. The red lights on the treadmill flickered. What the hell? Ryan eased up on his run. Power suddenly went out on the treadmill. Ryan glanced over his shoulder. Trent held up the power cord before dropping it to the floor.
Ryan grabbed his towel, wipin
g off his face and chest. He tossed it over the rail of the treadmill.
Ryan signed as he asked, “How did you get in here?”
The corner of Trent’s lips lifted. “I picked the lock.”
God the sound of Trent’s voice did things to him. Did Trent know what effect it was having on him? Could he see how it made him want to strip naked and crawl his way over to him? All Ryan wanted was Trent naked and his cock in his mouth. Ryan’s heart pounded hard.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Trent asked.
Ryan signed as he spoke. “I’m not. I was waiting until I got my lab results.”
“Talk to me. What did the doctor say?”
“Nothing much. I have to wait on lab results,” Ryan said as he signed.
Trent crossed the room. “You’re shutting me out.”
“I know.”
Trent paced back and forth. “I know you’re scared.”
Trent’s voice had softened, and it did something to Ryan. There was love in his voice. Ryan was afraid. This had everything to do with protecting Trent from getting hurt. He couldn’t and wouldn’t drag Trent through treatments, hospital stays, and near-death experiences. Ryan grabbed the towel, wiping his face again.
“You don’t want me. I’m damaged goods.”
“Why are you afraid to love me?” Trent asked.
Ryan ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t do this now.
“Who hurt you?” Trent asked.
Ryan brushed past Trent, heading to the shower upstairs. They were not having this conversation now. It was wrong to ignore Trent, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to him about the possibility of the cancer returning. Trent followed Ryan upstairs, but he didn’t stay. Trent was leaving. It’s exactly what I want. Ryan flipped on the hot water as he tried to convince himself that he was protecting Trent, but was he really protecting him? He showered, pressing his palms against the tile as he dipped his head under the hot spray.
After a long time, Ryan shut off the water. He wrapped the towel around his waist and shaved, all the while telling himself that sending Trent away was what he wanted. His heart wept for Trent. Ryan changed into sweats and a T-shirt. He went downstairs. Trent was on the couch. He had ordered takeout. A movie was on the television with the caption on. Dinner was on the table. The candles were lit. Trent got up from the couch and went to the table, pulling the chair out for Ryan. He crossed the room and sat down.
“What is all this?” Ryan asked as he signed.
“Part of your training.”
Surprise vibrated down Ryan’s body as Ryan lifted his hands to sign, “What training is that?”
Trent smiled wickedly as he picked up his fork and said, “Your submissive training.”
Shock waves rippled through Ryan’s body. Ryan didn’t know what to say. He lifted his fork and started to eat.
“I’m your Dom. You’re my sub. It’s about time you started acting that way.”
Ryan loved the idea of submissive training. The idea of submissive training made his cock grow thick and hard. Ryan decided to purposely challenge Trent. He signed, “I don’t think it’s necessary. I know who’s on top in the bedroom.”
“Over the next few days, we’ll see how submissive you are.”
Trent’s voice dripped with sexual heat. Ryan loved it. The words were a threat meant to scare Ryan. For the love of God, it did scare the life out of him. Trent was serious about the submissive training. The truth was this was his first time playing at BDSM. He knew what he always fantasized about and wanted in the bedroom. He trusted Trent completely to lead the way. All he had to do was follow willingly. If that meant being on Trent’s leash, that was exactly where he wanted to be.
Ryan used the food as a reason not to answer Trent right away. He finished eating and wiped his mouth.
“Well?” Trent asked.
Ryan signed as he said, “I’m all in, Trent. I always have been with us.”
“Then why are you running?”
“I won’t run from you anymore. I promise.”
Trent took their empty dishes to the sink. Ryan knew this night would lead to the bedroom. Trent gave him a long, sweet, erotic kiss. Ryan felt breathless when he pulled away.
“I’ll call you soon. Be ready for your first test,” Trent said.
Ryan fell back against the counter as he wondered how many tests there would be. The front door opened and shut quietly. Ryan was stunned Trent wasn’t staying the night.
Chapter Thirteen
Ryan dropped the carton of eggs on the floor with a curse. He was on edge and distracted as he waited for Trent’s call. That call didn’t come at all. Ryan hunched down in the grocery store, picking up the broken carton of eggs. He handed it off to the store clerk, who happened by to help him with the mess.
This was ridiculous. Ryan had to pull it together. He grabbed another carton of eggs and headed straight for the checkout. He was standing in line, staring at the cover of a magazine when his cell phone chimed. His heart started to race as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He touched the screen, pulling up the text. A heated blush crept up Ryan’s neck as he read. He didn’t respond to the text. He was heading out to his car when the second text came in. Ryan packed up his car and got behind the wheel. He checked his phone again. Trent wouldn’t be put off for long. Ryan had to obey his Dom’s order or there would be erotic hell to pay in the bedroom. Ryan read the text again.
Come over now. Clean my floors naked, wearing only your cock chain.
He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Ryan’s cock flexed painfully hard as he drove home. The thought of himself cleaning Trent’s tile as he watched turned him the fuck on. A groan escaped his parted lips. He knew it would lead to making love. Ryan rushed home and put the groceries away. He drove straight over to Trent’s and rang the bell. Trent opened the door. Annoyance flashed through his eyes.
“What took you so long?” Trent asked.
Ryan stepped inside and signed, “I was at the grocery.”
Trent shut the door behind. “Take off your clothes and get to work.”
Ryan stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, slipping them down. His cock sprung free from his boxers. He was rock hard as he crossed the room to take the cock chain Trent was holding out for him. He slipped on the chainmail ring around his shaft and down over his balls, hooking it in place. Trent crossed the room, testing the chain by pulling it tight. Ryan groaned as the ring around his shaft tightened, making his cock flex hard. Trent rubbed his hand down over Ryan’s cock as pre-cum spilled from the tip.
There was a bucket, a sponge, and soap on the counter. Ryan bypassed the cleaning soap and went for the all-natural fruit extract hand soap. He filled the bucket with hot, soapy water. Trent sat in the living room with his arms over the back of the couch. His gaze was heavy lidded. The tile in the kitchen was spotless. Ryan got down on his hands and knees. He started to scrub, making sure that Trent had a view of his ass and his balls hanging between his legs.
Ryan sat back and rinsed the sponge, lifting it up over his head to drip soapy water down his chest. Trent groaned as water cascaded over his hard pecs and abdomen. Ryan went from scrubbing the floor to soaping his chest. He worked his hand down over his hard cock, rubbing it roughly. He pumped himself as his eyes fucked their way over Trent to tempt, tease, and try to take back control of the situation. Trent crossed the room, grabbing Ryan by the cock. Trent’s eyes flared when Ryan shook his head no.
Ryan waited for his punishment. Trent picked up the sponge, dipping it into the bucket. He rinsed water down over Ryan’s shoulders as Trent washed and stroked his cock. Ryan wanted more but knew Trent was teaching him a lesson in arousal. Trent stroked his cock softly when he wanted it hard and fast. Trent rubbed his thumb over Ryan’s cockhead. Ryan bit his lip. His cell phone on the island lit up as it buzzed.
“Who is it?” Trent asked.
Ryan checked the caller ID. It was a friend of his from college, Seth London. “A f
riend.”
“Answer,” Trent ordered. “Talk to him.”
Ryan answered. “Hello?”
Trent started working him hard. Ryan barely heard Seth’s voice as he talked about getting together for wings, drinks, and to watch the game tomorrow.
“You there?” Seth asked.
“Yeah, I’m not sure if I can come,” Ryan said.
Trent’s lips lifted in a seductive smile.
Seth’s voice cut through the phone. “Come on, man. You have to come. I need to talk to you.”
Ryan bit his lip. “I have stuff to do.”
Seth laughed. “What stuff? We both know you have no life outside of work.”
“I have to go. I’m getting busy here. I have to get off now,” Ryan said.
“What’s that noise?” Seth asked.
“I have to let you go now. Someone’s banging on my back door,” Ryan said.
“Stop fucking around and come out with me,” Seth said.
“I’ll think about it. I’ll call you later.”
Ryan hung up the phone and cried out as his orgasm exploded, raining his spunk all over the clean and soapy, wet floor. Trent kissed his way over Ryan’s neck. Desperation had Ryan reaching for Trent’s cock. He wanted to suck Trent off. Trent moved around, unzipping his pants as he stood in front of Ryan.
He practically attacked Trent’s cock, sucking him hard and taking him deep. Ryan hugged Trent’s legs and ass tight as he worked his shaft with his tongue and mouth. Trent’s hands threaded through his hair, guiding his motions. Trent flexed his hips, working Ryan’s mouth and hands.
Trent groaned when Ryan rippled his tongue just beneath his cockhead. “God, yes. Don’t stop doing that, slave. It feels so good.”
The sound of Trent’s deep voice encouraging him on shattered through Ryan’s heart.
“Faster. Harder,” Trent ordered.
Ryan obeyed Trent’s command, sucking the tip of his cockhead hard while he rippled his tongue around Trent’s swollen cockhead.
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