Bryce paid attention, even to tiny details. Hell, he’d dated a guy once for six months who couldn’t remember that he hated bleu cheese, much less how he liked his prime rib cooked.
She jotted it down. “You got it. I’ll put this in and get your drinks for you.”
Bryce handed over the menus. “Thank you.” When she turned to leave, Bryce settled back in his seat, a pleased smile on his face. There wasn’t anyone really close enough to hear their conversation, especially as low as Bryce was speaking.
“Hands on the table, palms down.”
Dustin immediately complied, loving the smile Bryce awarded him.
He felt Bryce’s foot return, the tip of his shoe pressed against the insole of Dustin’s right foot, applying just enough pressure for him to move Dustin’s foot out a little more, spreading his legs even wider apart.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Bryce arched an eyebrow at him. “Hope you’re hungry.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Once the waitress brings us our drinks, I have an order for you.”
Dustin swallowed. “Yes, Sir.” He nervously sat there while the waitress returned with their glasses and straws and left again.
Bryce glanced around before smirking. Dustin had to lean in to hear his low tone.
“Go into the bathroom. Take off your underwear. Bring them back to me. You can keep them in your pocket for now. You have five minutes—go.”
Dustin was up and moving even before his brain fully processed the content of the order. Fortunately, there was no one at the urinals or in the two stalls. He picked the wheelchair accessible stall and worked fast to get his pants and briefs off.
He wasn’t sure why Bryce had picked this particular order at this particular time, but if Bryce wanted him to know, he’d tell him.
He didn’t like to go commando when working and was only recently starting to get more used to doing it when Bryce ordered him to for going to the club or around the house.
The irony that he was more comfortable naked than commando wasn’t lost on him.
After getting his slacks and shoes back on, he wadded up his briefs as tightly as he could, shoved them into his left front pocket, and washed his hands before hurrying back to their table. He even remembered to sit the way Bryce had him posed before, his legs spread wide apart.
Bryce smiled as he glanced at his phone. “Four minutes. Good boy.”
More warmth filled Dustin. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Left front pocket?”
Dustin nodded.
“Thought I saw a little bulge there. Hold on to them for now.” He laced his fingers together and rested his hands on the table, leaning in. “How do you feel, right now?”
Dustin nervously swallowed. “Off-balance, Sir.”
“Excellent.” Bryce’s smile widened as he sat back. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Bryce blew him a kiss as the waitress approached with their salads. “Good boy.”
* * * *
The hotel wasn’t the newest or fanciest, but it was nice, clean, and the king-sized bed would give them plenty of room to roll around in.
Kira had chosen well for them.
I love that girl so hard.
Bryce had texted her before they’d left the restaurant. She’d assured him she was fine and for them to stick to the plan.
Bryce set the bag on the end of the bed and turned, pointing at the floor by his feet.
Dustin immediately sank to his knees in front of Bryce.
Bryce held out his hand. “Underwear.”
Dustin fished them out of his pocket and handed them over.
Bryce dropped them onto the bed before returning his attention to Dustin. He stepped close, stroking his hair and pressing Dustin’s face against the front of his bulge. “You were such a good boy for me tonight. You didn’t even hesitate when I sent you to the bathroom. I’m very proud of you.”
He loved the way Dustin always seemed to melt against him like this, the way his whole body relaxed.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Did Bryce wish things had happened differently? Well, of course he did. In the middle of all of this, Dustin was the one thing keeping him sane and whole.
The man’s love and comfort. The way Dustin took care of him.
Watching him help Kira and how Dustin took care of her, too.
Bryce set up his phone to play music through a small portable speaker he’d brought. That done, he unpacked the rope he’d brought for tonight’s play, and a few other items he’d need. He pulled the covers down and off the bed before returning to Dustin.
“Up.” Dustin stood, and Bryce loosened the man’s tie, removing it. As he worked on Dustin’s shirt buttons, Bryce smiled up at him. “Going to take very good care of my boy tonight.”
Dustin smiled. “I’m sure you will, Sir.”
He took his time stripping Dustin, teasing him, making sure to keep him hard and eager during the entire process. One of the ways Dustin had been conditioned to their play, to giving Bryce the reactions he wanted from him, was this ritual. Stripping him, and stroking his flesh, raking his nails up and down his skin.
Biting him. It nearly always dropped Dustin into subspace by the time Bryce was through, and usually had Bryce fairly riled up, too.
Like tonight, he was already hard and horny.
Bryce kept his own clothes on for now, only rolling up his shirt sleeves and kicking off his shoes and socks. “Sit on the end of the bed.”
Dustin sat, waiting, while Bryce uncoiled the first rope and started tying him. Tonight it wasn’t for restraint so much as it was sensation. Dustin loved being tied. Tonight it’d be a decorative chest harness, tight enough to give him the feeling of being bound, but not meant for any kind of suspension.
Not that he could suspend him there in the hotel room.
He paused behind Dustin, leaning in to bite the back of his right shoulder, hard, sucking, not letting up until Dustin started moaning.
Bryce reached around him and found his hard cock. Slowly stroking it, he rested his chin on Dustin’s shoulder. “Don’t come without permission, boy.”
Another moan from Dustin when Bryce released his cock. He had Dustin lick the pre-cum off his fingers before he resumed tying him. He was mean enough to tie Dustin’s arms at his sides, restricting his movement, but in a comfortable enough position Bryce wouldn’t have to worry about his circulation.
Once he finished, Bryce stepped back and examined his handiwork, taking a couple of pictures. Never to share, but with shibari, he liked to document it, when he could. Always made him smile to look back on it.
That done, he stood in front of Dustin and loosened his necktie. “Now for part two.” Dustin’s rigid cock twitched, and Bryce fought the urge to dive into his lap and gobble him down. He wanted tonight to last.
Then there was also the fact that he wanted to ride Dustin’s cock.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, loving the eager, hungry look in Dustin’s hazel eyes. Dustin’s hands fisted, fingers fidgeting, Bryce knowing Dustin wanted to help him strip. Strip him faster.
Rip his clothes off him.
He left his shirt on but parted down the front after tugging the shirttails free. His own cock tented the front of his slacks as he slowly unfastened his belt. He had two different leather belts that he wore with jeans and had used on Dustin’s ass before. Neither of them this belt, but the effect was the same. Conditioned to expect something, either sex or play, with him slowly stripping his belt from the loops it made Dustin’s cock twitch and a soft moan escaped the man. Bryce dropped the belt to the bed, Dustin’s sweet gaze now focused on his.
Bryce removed his glasses and put them on the dresser. When he turned, he stepped in close, nudging Dustin’s thighs wide apart so he could stand between them. It forced Dustin to look up to maintain eye contact with him.
Electricity crackled between them. From the sweet, glazed look in his eyes, Dustin was already hard and deep in sub
space. No doubt about it in Bryce’s mind. He’d come to know his boy’s look well.
His.
Sometimes he still pinched himself when securely ensconced in daydreams about them, without thoughts about Kira sweeping through to gut him at the same time.
This man wanted him, trusted him.
Loved him.
He knew it was true love, because only true love or insanity would allow someone to say yes to this whole situation.
He unfastened his slacks, taking his time sliding the zipper down. Dustin’s focus dropped, now eyeing Bryce’s hands as he peeled his slacks down and off, stepping out of them so he could drape his arms around Dustin’s neck.
“One of these days, I might send you to one of your open houses wearing a paracord rope harness. Something your clothes will easily hide.” He leaned in and nibbled on the shell of Dustin’s right ear. “Tie it between your legs, around your balls. So every time you move, you feel me on your skin.”
A sweet, needy moan escaped Dustin.
“How about that, hmm?”
“Whatever Sir wants,” Dustin whispered.
He pressed his lips against Dustin’s ear. “Good boy.”
Straightening, he pushed Dustin back, smiling when he landed flat on the bed. Bryce climbed on top of him, straddling him, hands braced on his chest. He felt Dustin’s hard cock rubbing along the seam of his ass, and it took him a long moment to decide what to do next. Part of him wanted to lube his own ass and ride him. Except he also wanted to put some marks on Dustin’s ass.
Decisions…decisions…
He leaned in and kissed him, twisting Dustin’s nipples as he did, nipping his bottom lip. “Hey, there.”
Dustin tried to lift his head and follow him when he ended their kiss. “Please!” He tried to rock his hips against Bryce to get greater traction against his cock, but Bryce was sitting too far forward to accomplish that.
“Oooh, begging already. Please what, boy?”
“Please make me come, Sir!”
It had been a couple of days for both of them, come to think of it. They were still finding their level when it came to sexytime, the new relationship energy wicked strong in both of them despite the circumstances. Maybe they were both using it as an escape.
Dustin wasn’t allowed to masturbate, and Bryce didn’t need to, because he had Dustin. A couple of mornings, when Dustin had the day off, Bryce had started out fucking Dustin’s mouth before work and making him wait until that night for release, then teasing him throughout the day with sexy texts.
Then he got to come again that night. His libido might be somewhat higher than Dustin’s, but Dustin had no problem accommodating him in that way. If anything, it seemed to charge Dustin up.
On the one hand, Bryce hated that he was the first partner Dustin ever had who truly appreciated him in all ways, and made him feel needed and wanted. On the other hand, Bryce gave thanks for idiots who’d never appreciated Dustin before, leaving him there for Bryce to scoop up and love.
The perfect man, perfect love, perfect partner.
Bryce got up, rolled Dustin onto his front, and grabbed the riding crop he’d stashed in his bag. Not as loud as a paddle, but wicked enough to leave plenty of marks.
“I’ll make you come, all right. But first you have to earn it. Give me a number, boy.”
“Twenty-five, Sir,” he gasped.
This had become a game—Bryce making him provide a number without giving him context.
It humbled him how much Dustin trusted him.
“Excellent.” Bryce leaned in and bit him on the nape of the neck, not releasing his bite until he drew a sweet moan out of Dustin. “Twenty-five with the riding crop it is.”
He climbed off the bed and stood at the end, his left hand holding on to the rope harness where it ended around Dustin’s waist, the crop in the other.
He laid it across Dustin’s ass. “I’ll do the counting. You focus on the not screaming.” He laid into him, fast and viciously and knowing they’d hurt like hell but wanting to get them over with quickly so they could get to the fucking. He worked up and down his thighs, too, making sure to lay a few right along the seam where his butt met the tops of his thighs.
Dustin pressed his face against the bed and struggled to hold back his screams as each welt appeared. Once Bryce finished, he dropped the crop onto the floor and knelt behind him, feathering his lips across Dustin’s hot flesh and quickly working him back into moans of the sexy kind.
Grabbing Dustin’s ass cheeks, he spread them and rimmed him, Dustin now trying to rock his hips back against Bryce’s mouth. He’d discovered by accident how much Dustin loved being rimmed when the man had lost his load all over Bryce’s chest the first time he’d done it to him. He’d had Dustin on top of him in a sixty-nine and had been trying to make it last longer for him.
Except…it hadn’t.
It’d embarrassed Dustin, but Bryce had found it adorable.
And now…he made sure his boy got lots of TLC.
He’d also made up his mind what to do next. After torturing him in the good way like that, Bryce grabbed the lube and a condom, prepared Dustin and himself, and fisted the rope harness as he slid his cock deep inside Dustin.
As Dustin’s hot and beaten ass pressed against Bryce’s thighs, it was all Bryce could do to hold back. Dustin moaned, flexing his hips, trying to regain his footing so he could fuck himself against Bryce.
“I’m driving,” Bryce hoarsely said. “Hold still.” Nice thing about using a condom, it helped him hold back a little longer. Tonight, he wanted to give him a long, deep, punishing fuck. His boy had earned it, and more.
Bryce changed his grip, holding on to the harness at his shoulders, specifically why he’d tied him like this. He knew Dustin was not only enjoying the sex, but the sexy feeling of the rope digging into his flesh.
Of being completely under Bryce’s control.
“Don’t you come, either,” Bryce ordered, his own control rapidly fraying. “You’ll get yours in a minute, but only if you’re my good boy. You come without permission, I’m gonna give you another fifty with the crop.”
Dustin let out a groan, but Bryce wasn’t sure if that was passion or trying to maintain and follow orders.
Didn’t matter.
He long-stroked him, taking his time and settling into a rhythm once he knew he wouldn’t explode immediately. Slowly pulling out until just the head of his cock remained inside him, before plowing him deep and hard and fast.
It didn’t take long before Bryce realized he was near the edge. With his balls slapping against Dustin’s ass on every stroke, he quickly built and finished, white-hot pleasure coursing through his veins as the orgasm swept through him. He filled the condom, falling still for a moment to catch his breath before he unwrapped his fingers from the harness and pulled out.
After he cleaned up in the bathroom, he returned and rolled Dustin onto his back again, dragging him far enough up the bed he could brace his feet on the mattress. He lubed himself, then rolled a condom onto Dustin’s still-hard cock.
Slinging a leg over Dustin, he grabbed the harness and lowered himself, sliding around a little, having fun watching Dustin’s desperation as he tried to angle his cock so it’d sink home.
“What’s wrong, boy?”
“Please, Sir!”
“Well, since you begged so sweetly.” Bryce maneuvered himself into position, until he felt the head of Dustin’s cock pressing for entrance. Locking gazes with Dustin, he dropped down onto his cock, wincing a little at the sudden intrusion and loving every second of the feeling of his guy filling him. “Fuck your Sir, boy.”
* * * *
Dustin’s freshly beaten ass rubbed against the bed, a wonderful counterpoint to the pleasure of thrusting up into Bryce’s tight hole.
Something else he loved about the man, that he was just as eager to be fucked as he was to do the fucking. No one-way street.
Every stroke meant Bryce was tugging on the ha
rness for leverage, and he let Dustin set the pace. It was too damn easy to lose himself in Bryce’s blue gaze. The man was fucking sexy and smart and devious, and there wasn’t a damned thing about the man he wasn’t desperately in love with.
With his ass fisting Dustin’s cock, Bryce deliberately squeezing, it wasn’t taking long to build him up. He felt his balls tightening, ready to blow, so close to the edge. He tried to ride that line, draw it out a little, but he wanted it too badly. Thrusting up into Bryce, he gritted his teeth and got him some, not bothering to stifle his moans as pleasure rolled through him.
“Fuck, yeah!” Dustin wished he could reach up and hold Bryce, pull him into his arms.
Bryce smiled and leaned in, kissing him. “Better?”
He nodded, past the point of being able to talk for a few minutes.
Bryce carefully climbed off of him and took care of the condom. He returned from the bathroom, untied Dustin, and then they grabbed a quick shower before collapsing into bed.
Tonight, Bryce wanted to be the little spoon, which was fine with Dustin. He didn’t care how they snuggled, only that they were in bed together and touching.
Legs entwined, his arms around Bryce, he felt like he was home.
Wherever Bryce was, that was home.
For now, he shoved all thoughts and worries about the future out of his mind. Right here, right now—he knew he loved this man.
It had to be enough.
“Thank you,” Bryce whispered in the dark.
Dustin nuzzled the back of his neck, nipping.
Their way of saying I love you.
“Always, Sir.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Bryce had practically grown up in Steve and Kate Walkens’ house. He hadn’t seen them in a few years, so it was nice having them around for several days.
Except for the circumstances that had brought them in the first place.
Even better, they seemed to like Dustin, and Dustin said he liked them, too.
Difficult conversations were had over the course of the weekend, but Steve and Kate promised not only Kira, but Bryce and Dustin, that they wouldn’t interfere with the custody arrangement. Bryce promised them he’d make sure they had a relationship with the baby.
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