Javier stayed him by grabbing his wrist. “No. Not tonight. I’ve waited too long for you.” Michael arched his eyebrows as Javier kicked it aside. Javier locked his gaze on him. “Let me handle the rest of this for you.”
Michael’s breathing hitched as Javier undid the buttons of his shirt and trousers, as he slid the suspenders off and lifted Michael’s tank over his head. With each brush of Javier’s knuckles across his skin or the tug of clothing pulled from his body, Michael’s desire grew to a more agonizing level.
At last, Michael stood only in his silk boxers, his erection tenting the front. Javier embraced him with one arm around his torso, as he used his other hand to tease the waistband of the undershorts with his fingers. Javier glanced down at Michael’s obvious arousal. He slid his hand inside Michael’s underwear, his palm firm and hot as he fisted his cock. Michael sighed, his head falling forward until he’d rested it on Javier’s shoulder. His need built and he thrust his hips before he could stop himself.
“That’s it.” Javier stroked him, the motion languid. “Take what you want, let me have your seed.”
“Sir…”
Javier nipped his ear, his neck. “Say my name.”
Michael whimpered from Javier’s tiny bites that were driving him wild, as tingles skittered up his spine. “Javier. I need you, I love you.”
Javier pumped his cock faster, bringing him closer and closer until he was sure he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“I love you too, Michael. Come for me.”
Michael froze, then pumped his cum in powerful spurts, gritting his teeth as he growled through his release. Javier slowed his movement again, but stopped before Michael had completely softened. He rubbed Michael’s spend into his belly then licked the rest from his fingers. Michael stared, breathless and surprised that Javier would do such a thing. He swallowed Javier down all the time, loved it, but that was different. Isn’t it?
Javier took his mouth, swirling his tongue inside, kissing him thoroughly and letting Michael taste himself. Javier broke their connection, then pushed Michael onto the bed. He gazed down at him with intense, dark eyes as he hurriedly divested himself of his clothing. After grabbing the jar of lubricant Javier had always used whenever he’d penetrated Michael with a fake phallus, he settled between Michael’s legs.
“Touch yourself, Michael. Make your cock hard again while I get you ready for mine.”
Michael’s eyes rounded. He’d never, ever been allowed to touch himself since he’d first known Javier. The hint of a smile danced on Javier’s lips.
“Don’t get used to it.”
Michael smiled wide. “I won’t, Sir.”
Javier leaned over to place a quick kiss on his mouth. “That’s my good boy.” He straightened then scooped out a generous amount of paste from the jar. “Lift your legs for me.”
Michael did as he was told, exposing his hole to Javier’s gaze. He’d been in a similar position many times before with Javier, but never the way they were right then. They had never stared into each other’s eyes while Javier touched him so intimately. Michael stroked his own dick, but remained only partially hard. He’d come in the past for Javier more than once during a session, so he was sure he could do it again. However, he worried that his nerves might undermine his efforts.
Javier trailed a slickened finger from Michael’s perineum down to his hole, teasing the opening. Javier’s heated erection bumped against the inside of Michael’s thigh and he was reminded that his Master, his lover, still hadn’t been sated. Michael gripped his own hardened flesh and stroked it with more vigor. Even if he’d never experienced having a man inside him, he knew from the years prior to meeting Javier what it was like when he’d come around his own fingers. Michael wanted to give Javier that same sensation.
Javier breached him with first one, then two fingers. He spread them inside Michael’s passage, probing deep until he hit his gland. Michael arched his back, writhing as he continued to jack himself off. Javier grabbed Michael’s wrist with his free hand.
“Let go.”
Michael yanked his hand away as if he’d been slapped. Javier shushed him as he breached him with a third finger.
“You did nothing wrong. I only wanted to take over.”
Michael let out a sigh. Pleasing Javier made him happier than anything ever had, and for a moment, he’d forgotten that Javier was the one who had asked him to touch himself. Michael bore down on the intrusion in his ass, the fullness and burn a thrill. He cried out the moment Javier swallowed him whole while banging into his gland again. No one had ever taken him in their mouth before and he feared he would climax before Javier could enter him.
Javier sucked him hard and used the tip of his tongue to press into Michael’s slit before flicking it in the valley under his cockhead. Michael dug his heels into Javier’s back, clutching at his hair, desperately trying to stave off what he knew would be an explosive orgasm. Right as his balls tightened, Michael let out a strangled cry.
“Sir! I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.” He choked back another cry. “Please.”
Javier pulled off Michael’s dick. “We can’t have that now, can we?” Javier chuckled. “I also want to be buried deep inside your ass when you come.”
Michael could only nod as sweat dripped down the sides of his face, his heart thumping wildly from the crisis he’d barely averted. Javier rose onto his knees and used one of his hands to position his steeled length against Michael’s hole. He pressed the spongy head against Michael’s opening and pushed past the resistant ring of muscle. They both groaned in unison as Javier slid into his passage. Javier spread him open and Michael accepted the man he loved inside his body. Michael feared he might cry.
“Michael…”
Javier gazed down at him as he gave one final thrust, seating himself all the way in. He brushed back the sweaty strands of Michael’s hair that had escaped his slick-back, the gesture the only movement he made. Javier remained still as he placed soft kisses on Michael’s lips, their shared breaths mingling with every touch of their mouths.
Michael wrapped his legs around Javier’s waist, grasping his shoulders as Javier fell to his elbows. The action drove his cock deeper and he clutched at Michael’s hair before plunging into his mouth again. The kisses were no longer soft and Javier no longer remained still. He moved with urgency, with force as he snapped his hips, his balls slapping Michael’s skin with each harsh thrust.
Everything that wasn’t Javier fell away as Michael lost himself in their joining. All that remained was the two of them. Their love, their desire—a future together as partners, but also as a Master caring for his boy and a submissive man serving his Master.
Sweat pooled between their bodies as Javier mercilessly fucked him, took him hard and fast the way Michael wanted, how he needed. Javier grunted and groaned and Michael realized that he was doing the same. Michael grabbed his own dick as Javier’s rutting became erratic, the flush in his skin deepening.
“Yes, Michael.” Drops of more sweat splashed on Michael’s chest and Javier spoke breathlessly. “Come on my cock, now.”
Michael yelled out his release as Javier gave a strangled cry. His seed erupted over his fingers, coating his hand as he clenched around Javier’s pulsing shaft. His spend is inside me. Javier clamped his lips onto Michael’s, pushing his tongue into his mouth, finishing with one last jerk in Michael’s ass.
Eventually, Javier’s kisses gentled. Their breathing slowed, and as Javier softened, Michael squeezed his inner muscles to keep him in for a little longer. Nothing he did could stop the inevitable, and Javier slipped out of his body, leaving behind a trail of spunk that dribbled down Michael’s crack onto the covers below. He tensed.
“What is it?”
Javier raised himself onto his elbows and locked eyes with him. Michael’s heart flip-flopped. The expression of wonder was still there, a testament to the truth of Javier’s devotion to him. What they had shared wasn’t borne only of l
ust. It was there in Javier’s gaze. He does love me.
Javier chuckled. “Boy? I believe I asked you a question.”
Michael blinked a few times as he tried to recall what it was that had sparked Javier’s question.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” He bit his now swollen lip. “But I think we’ve soiled your nice duvet.”
One corner of Javier’s mouth lifted in a smile. “Yes, we have. But it’s our duvet.” Javier rolled to the side, but brought Michael with him with one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other resting on his hip. Michael couldn’t get it out of his head that they were only making the mess worse. “And I wouldn’t have ravished you on it had I been overly concerned about jizz stains.”
Michael snorted out a laugh and Javier joined in. Michael had rested his head on Javier’s chest and Javier gave his shoulder a squeeze with the arm still embracing him.
“That’s a good sound.” Javier sighed with a bit of melancholy. “I never realized before how rarely you do laugh.” He pressed a kiss to Michael’s forehead. “Are you happy here, Michael?”
Michael jerked his head up so he could hold Javier’s gaze. He needed to make certain Javier knew he was speaking the truth. “I’ve always been happy here, even when I wished for more between us. And now that you’ve told me you love me and want us to be together? It’s like heaven, Sir.”
Javier regarded him. “It’s heaven for me too, Michael. More than you’ll ever know. But I want to make sure you understand something. I was honestly surprised when you stood up to me the way you did. Your anger, the sheer force of it was shocking.”
Fear snaked through Michael’s gut. Would Javier demand that he apologize? He wasn’t sure he could, at least not for the reason behind his rage. It would be too cruel if they were to be torn apart right as they’d found each other.
Michael cleared his throat and he took a deep breath to keep his voice steady. “I think I had good reason to be upset, Sir. But I suppose I could’ve been more respectful.”
Javier arched his eyebrows then reached up to cup Michael’s cheek. “You’ve misinterpreted what I meant when I said that. I’m proud of you for not letting your needs go unrecognized, for standing up for yourself. Like I said before, I was an ass, Michael. I had no right to make life-altering decisions for you and now that we’re together as Master and boy, as lovers and partners—it will be different.”
“Oh.” Michael thought about Javier’s words. It was wonderful to hear that he wasn’t mad, and even more wonderful to know that Javier was proud of him. Javier had apologized and explained his hurtful actions. But he still needed his Master.
“Something else is bothering you, Michael. I can tell.” Javier offered him a warm smile. “This is exactly what I want to change in our relationship. I want to hear how my boy feels, what he needs from his Master.”
“I see.” Michael swallowed as he tried to form his next words. The new dynamic between him and Javier had him unsettled. “You’ll still be disciplining and punishing me, though, right? Ordering me to service you, making sure I do everything to your exact specifications?” His cheeks flushed hot, but he had to know.
Javier grinned then kissed his face everywhere before claiming his lips. He pulled back to stare into Michael’s eyes, stroking his hair as he did. “Of course. We both need that. I only meant that I want to make sure your feelings are being taken into consideration. Can you promise me that you’ll ask to speak freely if there ever is something upsetting you, or there’s something you need that I’m not giving you?”
Tears filled Michael’s eyes. “I can, I will.” He sniffed. “Thank you, Sir.”
Javier wrapped him in a tight embrace. “Thank you, Michael.” Javier’s voice cracked. “Thank you for everything.”
They lay together in silence, Javier holding and petting his back and arms. Michael traced circles in the light dusting of black curls on Javier’s chest and listened to the thump, thump, thump of his heart as it beat under his ear. Javier’s breathing slowed, his arms going slack as the soft caresses stopped. Michael closed his eyes, snuggling into Javier, the scent of their sexual release still clinging to his Master’s skin.
My Master.
After a long while, Michael fell into a peaceful sleep, his thoughts filled with how wonderful his day had turned out after all.
Chapter Seven
Michael filled the ornate silver tray with his and Javier’s breakfast dishes. Their in-house chef Jean had made scrambled eggs for the staff, but Michael had asked permission to prepare soft-boiled eggs for Javier. The past month as Javier’s permanent boy and club assistant had been better than he could’ve hoped for. They’d explored their new dynamic together and Michael no longer felt as if he was of no consequence to Javier. On the contrary, he had the deep satisfaction of knowing that he was everything to Javier. His Master proved that to him every day with every word, look or action.
He smiled to himself as he added the fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice, coffee and Javier’s favorite—Vienna rolls. Every small thing that he could do to show how much he cared was an opportunity Michael always strove to take.
He verified that everything they needed for their morning together was on the tray. They began every day the same—unless there was an unusual requirement from Saul regarding the club—taking an hour and one half to share breakfast, shower, then exercise followed by Michael’s daily discipline. He’d come to rely on the spankings to settle him and keep him connected to Javier the rest of the day and night when they were required to be in different areas of the mansion. The sting of Javier’s hand, the warming of his flesh, the ache when he sat at the wooden bench in the kitchen for his midday meal—it all added up to answering another need in him that he’d never realized existed until Javier had entered his life.
“Thank you, Jean. I’ll be down at two so that we can go over the menu for this evening’s new member social.”
Jean offered him a reserved smile. “You’re welcome. I will see you then.”
Michael smiled back, his offering a bit warmer—at least he hoped it was. Jean was hard for him to read, and while it seemed as if the majority of the staff and members had accepted Michael’s more expanded role at the club, he wasn’t certain about Jean. He’d never been the friendliest of fellows, but whenever Michael would discuss the menus and other needs, he would snort a lot and keep his lips pressed tightly together as if affronted by Michael’s instructions or suggestions.
Michael carefully negotiated the stairs while balancing the tray. He had perfect posture—thanks to Javier—and good strength as well. Even without being ordered by his Master to hold his head high, he’d begun to believe he deserved it. When Saul had requested that he stay on at the club and promoted him to the position of Javier’s assistant, he’d assumed that he would merely obey whatever commands Javier gave. Instead, Javier had encouraged him to voice his ideas and opinions. It would take him a while, he was sure, but he’d already begun to think better of himself. He could sometimes still hear the mocking voice and hateful tones of his uncle in his mind, but Javier and Saul’s support were beginning to dull the remaining echoes.
And now, I have to train my replacement as greeter.
Michael had been asked to sit in with Javier when they’d interviewed the three candidates who’d been considered acceptable to try for the position of greeter. Acquiring staff was a delicate matter for the club—it wasn’t as if they could post an employment notice in the paper. Of the three men they’d met with, two were already submissive members and one had been referred by another member. Even though the referral wasn’t the man whom they’d chosen, he’d still had to be photographed to ensure he wouldn’t reveal any club secrets. The young man had decided to seek out a membership anyway.
Small beads of sweat broke out on Michael’s forehead when he reached the third floor. His exertions carrying the tray hadn’t been the main contributing factor—it was his worry. He did indeed feel more confident about his ideas for the club men
us and delegating tasks to staff when Javier was otherwise occupied, but those instructions came from Javier. He’d never ordered anyone around or taught them a skill or explained how to do a task. He’d been reassured that all he needed to do was share what was required of the greeter and to perhaps include some of his personal experiences with the new employee regarding unexpected occurrences.
Such as three men trying to woo me as their submissive while I was on the job.
Saul had finally confessed that the men had been in on the ruse the entire time, although one of them had requested that he be granted a private audience with Michael should things not work out with Javier after all.
Michael reached their room and shifted the weight of the tray so that he supported it with one arm, and used his free hand to turn the brass knob. He crossed the threshold, then bumped his hip against the door, careful to close it without a slam. After he’d placed their breakfast on the side table they used for that very purpose when it wasn’t being implemented as a surface for the dilators, floggers or other play items Javier used on him in the privacy of their bedroom, he made his way to the black drapes that covered the one large window.
Javier stirred, letting out a small groan accompanied by a yawn as he stretched under the covers. Michael drew back the heavy curtains, only the sheer lining left to allow some light in. It was rare for anyone in the mansion to open the curtains fully. On occasion, when the club wasn’t occupied with members, it would be a project to open the windows fully so that the neighbors wouldn’t think the large, elegant home wasn’t being used as a residence, as well as to air the space out. It was important to take all possible avenues of discovery into consideration.
“How is my sweet boy doing this morning?” Javier scooted to a sitting position in the bed and Michael rushed over to adjust the pillows at his back.
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