by M. A. Innes
“Yes, Sir.” I didn’t try to hide my response. Everyone was so quiet the slightest drag of a chair echoed. There was no way and no reason to hide. I wanted them to hear.
His gaze scanned down my body, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. “I want that cock to stay hard. You’re going to leave it on display, Angel.”
I couldn’t have been any closer to coming than I was right at that moment. “It’s hard.”
Difficult. I should have said difficult. He just smirked. “I know. And it’s going to stay that way.”
Blushing what had to be the color of an overripe tomato, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“When do you get off?”
It took me a minute to figure out the question, because my first thoughts hadn’t had anything to do with time. Looking at the clock behind the bar, I was surprised to see how much of my shift had already passed. “Ten minutes.”
“Good.” One of his fingers started to trace around my hand where it was resting on the smooth wooden counter. Less than an inch separated his fingers from mine, but he didn’t touch me. I could almost feel the heat from his body. It sent need flooding through me in waves.
I wanted that touch more than anything else I’d ever had dangled in front of me.
Every present and trip, every reward and gift couldn’t compare to the desire I felt right then. “Go finish your shift, Angel.”
I just blinked at him. Shift? It took me several long seconds before the words connected in my mind. “Yes. I have to...and...” I looked around the room, a little lost, lust clearly fogging my brain. “Yes, Sir.”
Stepping away from him was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. Everything in me just wanted to throw myself at him, but that wasn’t how it would work. Whatever it was, he was going to take the lead. I could see it in every movement he made. He’d give me everything I wanted, I could see that too, but it would be at his pace and under his control.
So. Fuckin’. Hot.
Chapter 3
Hudson
“That was so erotic I could come right here.” Andrew looked like he’d melted into the counter, hanging over it like a wet dishrag. “Like the best porn ever. Baby, you have to let me work nights with Randy. I don’t want those nights off anymore. I gotta be here to watch this.”
Jake’s response came out more as a growl than real words. “Hell, no.”
“But, baby, did you see them?” Andrew pulled himself up off the counter and slinked over to Jake. It wasn’t as good as the sexy walk that seemed to come naturally to the boy, but it was hot enough for Jake to forget why he was frustrated, because he just watched as Andrew wiggled and flirted. “They just make me wa—”
Jake evidently thought the only way to shut up his husband was by keeping his mouth otherwise occupied. As they kissed, and Jake did his best to devour his man, I went back to watching my wicked angel. He was so damned innocent and sexy it was almost criminal.
“How old is he?” Giving myself hell for not asking before, I looked away from him long enough to toss my napkin at the still-kissing lovers. “Age.”
They broke apart enough for Jake to toss me a grin. “Legal. Mid-twenties.”
The boy’s innocent blush and unquenched need made him seem younger, but I was glad to know I was pushing the limit but not robbing the cradle. I was only in my mid-thirties, so it wasn’t that bad. He might be young, but my angel seemed to know what he wanted—just not how to get it.
I was going to help him out with that.
As he moved around the room, the men clearly understood his shift was nearly done, so that meant the floor show was almost over. They finished up the last of their drinks and threw tips down on the tables.
They called out goodbyes to Jake and Andrew, and even tame “When you comin’ in again?” and “See ya next time, Randy,” and one simple nod with “Hudson’s a lucky man,” which I thought was funny. The boy just blushed at all the attention and stammered out cute responses as the men grinned.
When there were just a handful of stragglers who’d hang around until the bar actually closed, the boy went up to Jake and started making sure he had everything finalized with the bills that had been paid. His eyes kept flickering over to me, and the way he was swaying against the bar, I knew he was trying to get himself off.
I wasn’t sure if it was something he realized he was doing or if it was subconscious, but either way, it was distracting as hell. With where he was standing, most of his body was hidden, but my brain could easily fill in the blanks. I’d studied him enough that picturing his sexy body wasn’t a problem.
There was some clear hesitation in his eyes when he was done for the night. He stammered out some last-minute information for Jake, then stepped away from the bar. “I need to get changed before I go.”
I got several long looks, but I wasn’t sure I knew what they meant. He obviously needed some reassurance that I wasn’t just going to disappear on him. I wasn’t sure how much of the innocence was just his natural response, or how much of it meant he really was just that innocent, but he couldn’t have had that many men in his life.
He was just too open and honest with his reactions.
As he walked toward the back where I knew there was a small employee bathroom that doubled as a locker room, I did my best to dig out my patience from where it was buried. It was hard to find. Everything in me wanted to follow him and—
“You know he’s back there jacking off, right?” Andrew’s voice startled me, and it took me a second to follow what he was saying.
“He’s what?”
Andrew just grinned and shrugged. “He goes back hard and comes out soft. You do the math. And don’t either one of you give me shit for noticing. If he wanted to hide it, he should wear baggier pants.”
Oh, no. That wasn’t the plan.
“I’ll be back.” Making no move to hide where I was going, I started heading back to the locker room, with Jake and Andrew calling out opposing instructions.
“Make sure he’s okay with you being in there. Don’t rush the boy.”
“Go for it. He doesn’t want you to hold back.” Andrew was clearly not worried about me scaring the twink.
I’d been going to the bar for years, so even with the maze of small rooms and locked doors, I knew where my boy was. I gave one firm knock and tried the handle. Locked. “Angel?”
He didn’t ask for explanations or what I was doing there. He just opened the door and peeked around it curiously, one bare shoulder showing he’d already started getting undressed. “I’m not done yet.”
That was the point.
“I know. Let me in.” I reached up and cupped his face, trying not to smile as he leaned into my touch and blinked up at me. “We can talk right here if you want to, but we’re going to have a talk about you playing with your cock in there before you finish changing.”
His face blushed so deep I could feel the heat radiating from it with my hand, but his eyes got that lust-filled look that made me want to do wicked things to him. Things he’d love. It only took seconds for him to make the decision, and he stepped back, opening the door wider.
I ran my thumb over the bridge of his nose, then moved my hand away. He was too much temptation. We needed space until we had at least a short talk. I had to know what he was thinking first. “Good boy.”
He gave a low moan and licked his lips. God, he was responsive.
I could only picture what he’d be like in bed or pressed up against the wall. As I walked into the room and headed over to a chair that was shoved in the corner, he glanced back and closed the door.
The internal debate was obvious, and I wasn’t going to influence it. Closed or open, locked or unlocked, whatever he needed to feel safe was fine. Considering he’d only known me a few hours, the caution was a good idea.
He finally reached out and locked the door before turning to walk to me. His shirt was gone and the button on his jeans was undone, but his cock was still hard, and I got the feeling he’d qui
ckly stuffed it back in his pants. I’d probably caught him just starting to play with it.
“What did I say about that cock, Angel?”
He took a shaky breath, and his eyes got wide. I would have thought he was frightened or nervous, except for the way his cock jerked. His fingers went to his pants and absentmindedly started rubbing his jeans. Not quite touching his dick, but so close I knew that was what he wanted to do.
“Not to come...to leave it on display.” The words came out low, and I could hear the need in his voice.
“Andrew said you’d come in here and jack off after your shift. Is that correct, Angel?” I knew the idea that they knew what he was doing would only rocket his arousal higher.
I didn’t know everything that sent the boy flying, but I was starting to get a clue. Embarrassment, and probably shame, seemed to be rushing through him, but his still-hard cock and lust-filled expression let me know just how much he liked the feelings.
He just blinked at me, and I could see thoughts and fantasies dancing through his head. “Answer me, Angel. You don’t want to be punished, do you? Are you being naughty?”
Oh yeah, the idea of being punished only got him closer to his orgasm. He let out a ragged moan, then shook his head. I knew there had to be a huge part of his brain pushing to see what would happen if he was punished. He finally got the words out, though, stuttering and blushing, fighting the need and embarrassment. “I’m sorry. Yes...I...I was going to...to play with myself.”
His brain seemed to finally kick in gear, because the words started coming out clearer. “You didn’t say I couldn’t come.” The boy blinked up at me, his wide eyes filled with need. “I left...it on display.”
“The rules are going to change if you’re going to be my boy. I realize we don’t know each other very well yet, but I’m going to be honest and tell you that I’m drawn to you, and that I want to see you again.”
“Like date?” There was the slightest pause, and I could see him steeling up his resolve. “Not just fool around?”
“Yes, and be your Dom.” I was probably going too fast, but I couldn’t force myself to slow down and back off. “I’m not going to rush you into something you’re not ready for, but there would be different rules if you want to be my boy. Do you want to be mine, Angel?”
He blinked down at me and looked lost, like it was completely overwhelming, and he didn’t think it was real. I didn’t fight the need to gather him into my arms. “Come here.”
Reaching out, I took his hand and started to pull him closer. He glanced down at our clasped fingers. It didn’t seem to help him snap out of what I thought was shock, but he followed my lead. When I pulled him down to straddle my lap, he moved almost automatically. Even knowing he was on display for me and open to my touch didn’t seem to break him out of it.
“What’s going through that head, Angel?”
He gave me a hesitant look, then moved his gaze back down to our hands where they rested on one of his legs. I was doing my best to ignore the fact that I could feel his cock against my hand. He was slightly softer than he’d been a few minutes ago, but even confused, he was still responding.
When he finally spoke, it was low and quiet. “Even after everything that happened out in the bar? I mean, I know that’s not what guys want when they’re serious with someone, but I...” The words trailed off and he peeked up at me, caution and worry evident in every movement.
“Of course.” It was quickly becoming obvious that he’d never dated anyone in the lifestyle or even remotely kinky before. “I had fun, and I liked seeing you enjoying yourself. You were having a good time, weren’t you?”
I got a hesitant nod, but his tense body was starting to relax. “Most guys...it’s like that lecture my dad used to give me before he found out I was gay...the ‘there are girls you marry and girls you don’t’ routine. I know you’re not saying you want to get that serious, but still...”
“And you were thinking you fell into the latter category because you liked being watched and teased?” God, what a horribly old-fashioned and misogynistic thing to say to a kid. “Every serious relationship I’ve had was with someone who knew what they wanted sexually and weren’t afraid to go after it.” Some were more knowledgeable than others, and what they wanted varied, but they all had the same internal drive to figure out what they needed.
“Just because you’re an exhibitionist, and probably into some humiliation play, doesn’t mean there is anything wrong with you or that someone won’t want to date you. I can feel you up in the bar at work while everyone watches, and then go to dinner with you after. It’s just different parts of the same relationship; neither one is bad or dirty.”
His eyes widened when I talked about feeling him up in the bar, but it didn’t seem to help his confidence. He didn’t call me out and say he didn’t believe me, but the denial was clear on his face. No amount of talking was going to convince him. His parents had evidently done a number on his sexuality, and it would take time to show him I was telling the truth.
“How about this...what are you doing Friday?” I was probably going to have to work late again tomorrow, but by the weekend, things should be back on track or heads were going to roll.
“You want to go out?” Again the words were cautious. “A date?”
“Yes, dinner, and then we’ll do something fun. Do you have to work?”
He shook his head when I asked about the schedule, but his expression was still troubled. “Angel, I’m not sure there’s any kink or desire you could have that would chase me away. You’re not married, right? Not seeing anyone seriously? Not hiding from the mob? Witness protection?”
He grinned, and his soft fingers started caressing mine, no longer holding on for dear life. “No. Not married. No mob bosses after me, either.”
“So there’s nothing to stop us.” Seeing his smile and feeling his body relax, I took that as a hint I could turn the conversation around to something more fun again. I moved my hand so my fingers could start trailing lightly over his cock.
The reaction was immediate.
Another low moan escaped, and his dick jerked and started to thicken. “We were talking about you playing with this pretty cock, weren’t we?”
When I lightly scraped a nail over the head of his dick, he gasped and shook, but he managed to respond in a breathy voice that was so hot I wanted to push him even more to see what other beautiful sounds I could get out of him. “Yes.”
“That’s my good boy. You want to be mine, don’t you?” Teasing his cock wasn’t helping his higher brain functions, but he seemed to do better and react more honestly when he couldn’t think, so I didn’t feel bad.
“Yes...please...” His body gave a desperate thrust, and he tried to push his length harder against my fingers. “Please, I’ve been so hard...all night...”
The sentences were broken and needy, but he was so damned responsive it was amazing. “Does my wicked angel want to come? Your cock’s so hard. I bet you want to touch it so bad, don’t you?”
“Please...Sir...please let me...”
“That’s right. If you’re mine, I get to control that sexy dick of yours. You’re going to have to beg nicely to play with it and come. I’m going to tease you and have so much fun with it. You want to give me control of that hard cock, don’t you, Angel?” I whispered the words into his ear, making low circles over the head of his erection with my fingers. It wasn’t enough to get him off, but it was enough to completely fry his brain.
“You want all the men who were watching you tonight to know you belong to me. Don’t you want to fantasize about me touching you when you’re bent over that table? To know that I might do it because your body belongs to me?” I ran my nails over the sensitive head of his dick, and he just about came. His body shuddered, and his back arched with the strain. “Good little slut. You don’t have permission to come yet.”
I paused long enough to make sure I had his attention. “Are you going to be mine...be my wicke
d, dirty angel?”
His eyes fluttered closed, and his free hand dropped down to grab my arm. When he gave me a firm nod, I smiled but shook my head. “That’s not enough, Angel. Open your eyes and look at me.”
He forced his eyes open, but they weren’t completely focused, and I knew he was starting to get lost in the sensations running through him. If I could get his brain turned off and the worries to quiet, I knew he’d sink into subspace beautifully. “Good boy.”
I gave up the pretense of just holding his hand and released his fingers so I could run mine up and down his hard length. “Who does this cock belong to?”
His breath hitched and a ragged moan came out. Giving it a harder squeeze, I pushed him even further. “Tell me, Angel. Who does this dick belong to?”
He was almost panting when he forced the words out. “You. It belongs to you.”
“That’s right. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
His response was desperate and needy. “Yes.”
“Then you have to ask permission to touch it. Here, or at home, you have to get permission. When you’re at work, before you come back here and tug on that hard dick you’ve been teasing everyone with, you have to come find me and ask nicely or call me.” It was a common rule in relationships that had domination and submission as part of it, but I knew with the way my angel liked to be teased and shown off, I could take it even further. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes.” He was nodding frantically, his hips jerking with the strain to stay still under my caress. He was a natural submissive who wanted to be touched, displayed, and probably used.
He was perfect.
It didn’t take him long to understand what he had to do next if he wanted to come. “Please, can I...will you...please, can I come?”
The words were almost frantic, and his body was so tight it felt like he could shatter into a million pieces. Running my fingers along his dick, I gave him the words he was desperate for. “Yes, Angel, you’re going to get to come. Let me see that pretty cock you’ve been teasing everyone with all night.”