Houston

by Shaw Montgomery

  Probably. But considering everything they’d overshared about, I wasn’t particularly worried.

  My dick gave me away before I had the chance to respond with words. Houston continued his kneading but chuckled again. “And I think you like that…or at the very least, your cock does.”

  I just let out a low moan and nodded. When Houston stepped away, I frowned. He just gave my ass a smack. “Shower. I didn’t say anything about you getting to come this morning.”

  That just made my cock even harder. It wasn’t that bright, but it was very enthusiastic.

  I wasn’t sure if he was fully Master or not, but deciding not to push my luck, I nodded, following him into the shower. “Yes, Sir.”

  Questions were running amuck in my head, but I tried to push them away for the time being. There was no rush. I didn’t think he was going anywhere. From just the things he’d said while we were talking in the living room, he seemed to be taking whatever we were turning out to be very seriously.

  I’d never been completely lifestyle with anyone and honestly hadn’t even come close, so I couldn’t say how much I really wanted, but I liked the idea of being able to let everything go when I came home and just let him be in control.

  After the chaos of work, it sounded like heaven.

  The hot sting of the water as it barreled out of the nozzle made me want to groan. It was perfect, almost too much, and it massaged out the kinks and stiff muscles while Houston held me. After a few minutes, he reached for his shampoo and started soaping up my hair. I leaned against him, closing my eyes and just soaking up his touch.

  He worked his hands over my scalp and through my hair. It was the best shower ever. By the time he was pushing me deeper under the spray to rinse off my hair, I was putty in his hands. Well, everything but my cock, it was still hard as a rock and thoroughly enjoying Houston’s touch, even if it was being ignored.

  The shower was big enough for both of us, a wide, deep space that didn’t feel crowded even when he started moving me around to wash the rest of my body. He was thorough but gentle as he soaped my cock and went over my still-sensitive hole. As much as I’d wanted to fool around when we’d woken up, his restraint was probably a good idea—at least for a little while.

  When I was clean to his satisfaction, and unable to decide if I was more turned on or relaxed, he gave his own body a cursory scrub. I wanted to help, but he was intent on getting me fed and taking care of me without getting distracted. It was slightly frustrating but still sweet.

  As the water started to cool, he made sure I was rinsed, then turned it off. “Let’s get you dried.”

  After the same care was taken to wipe the water off, he stepped back and quickly dried himself. Giving me a once-over that felt more like an inspection than anything erotic, he nodded. “Are you cold?”

  “No.” I’d honestly been too hot in the bed, and the rest of the house felt good.

  “Okay, then I’m not going to worry about clothes for you. I want you to tell me if you get chilly, and we’ll make it warmer in the house. Got it?” His voice was firm as he hung up the towel.

  The look on his face said I was going to end up spending most of my time at home naked.

  “Yes, Sir.” Naked was a rule I could definitely follow.

  “All right, you may go brush your teeth and do anything else you need to, but I expect you back here standing in the middle of the bedroom in five minutes.” His firm voice said it wasn’t a question or a request; it was a politely worded order.

  “Yes, Sir.” Taking his nod as a dismissal, I hurried out of his bathroom to my own.

  I was back with seconds to spare. Houston was waiting for me, dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt that made me feel even more naked. I walked over to the middle of the room and stood quietly. He was giving me that stare again; the one I thought meant he was thinking over something. When he finally nodded and moved away from the bed where he’d been leaning, I wasn’t sure what would happen.

  He started walking over to the closet. “Give your cock a couple of strokes. I want you hard for me, Pet. But remember, you only get to touch your cock when you have permission, is that clear?”

  Crystal. “Yes, Sir.” And just that order was enough to get me hard again, but I wrapped my fingers around my dick and started slowly stroking it.

  When he stepped out of the closet with a wicked smile, he had something small in his hand, and it took me a second to figure out what it was. “This is going to look perfect on you.”

  He wrapped the leather cock ring around the base of my dick, handling it almost roughly. It was enough to make my toes curl into the carpet and desire to start welling up inside of me. By the time my dick was restrained to Houston’s satisfaction, I couldn’t remember why I hadn’t pushed harder for him to make love to me that morning.

  Houston ran his fingers over my trapped hard-on and looked very pleased with himself. “I think I owe you breakfast and coffee.” Then he stepped closer and gave me a kiss, letting his body brush against my erection while I moaned into his mouth.

  It was going to be a long morning.

  Chapter 17

  Houston

  Watching him make lasagna naked, except for an old “Kiss the Cook” apron I’d gotten as a gag gift at some point, shouldn’t have been that hot. But we were going to have to get him a new one, because he was definitely staying naked at home as much as I could reasonably justify.

  “It’s going to make plenty. You’ll have leftovers for days, I promise.” Reece just shook his head as I watched him, still not sure it was going to be big enough.

  “Those freezer ones aren’t big enough. Are you sure?” I’d been relegated to the kitchen table while he’d gotten everything out and started organizing and planning.

  He’d let me make breakfast for him, and we’d hung out on the couch watching news and sports highlights for a while, but once it came time for him to make me my lasagna, he wasn’t going to let me touch a thing.

  The eggs hadn’t been that bad.

  Just slightly rubbery. In my defense, having a naked and hard Reece drinking coffee at the table had been more of a distraction than I’d expected. Reece had eaten his share, along with the sausage and toast I’d made, but he’d decided that a big, late lunch of lasagna sounded better than waiting for dinner.

  Evidently, I was going to have to try again to show him I was actually functional in the kitchen.

  “I’ll believe it when I see it.” I wasn’t going to let him off the hook for keeping me waiting until I actually had the mountain of lasagna on my plate, and the rest tucked safely away for leftovers.

  He just laughed and kept mixing the filling. Before he could respond, more than likely something teasing so he could get another spanking, his phone started ringing from the other room. He frowned and looked toward the door. “I have to check. I’m sorry.”

  We both knew who it was going to be.

  I followed him out of the kitchen, unwilling to let him leave my sight. I had a feeling if I didn’t stay right beside him, I was going to lose him to Eli’s insanity again. We both sighed when we found his phone in the living room, almost dead, with the name Trouble flashing across the screen.

  As Reece swiped a finger across the phone, we were both frowning. “Hello?”

  Eli’s screech blasted from the speaker. “That man—”

  I finally lost my patience with the whole thing. Snatching it out of Reece’s hand, I mumbled a quick apology to him, then growled at Eli, “If you post something to that website, so help me god, I will come down there and you will be punished. No more drama. I don’t care what he did or even who he is, you are a grown man capable of making better decisions than I have seen. You are going to function and walk away from that goddamned computer. Do you understand me, Eli?”

  There was dead silence for about ten seconds, then a hiccupping sigh. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very good. I’m going to give the phone back to Reece. You are going to apologize f
or only calling him when you’re hysterical, and then you are going to find something else to do. Are we clear?” Playing Mr. Nice Dom hadn’t gotten through to the brat, but I was hoping that a firm hand, or voice in my case, would.

  Another dramatic sigh came from Eli, but I could hear the hitch in his breath saying he was still more worked up than he wanted to admit. I didn’t care who it was about, no guy was worth this much drama, and Eli needed to see that.

  Whoever the ass was, Eli had to get some space from him. Or we’d never survive the fallout.

  Handing the phone to Reece, I gave him a kiss on the forehead and headed back to the kitchen to give him some privacy. He didn’t seem mad, but I was going to owe him an apology for running over him like that. Taking over his life was not my intention, but he needed to set some boundaries with Eli, or we’d never have a quiet weekend together without Hurricane Eli causing chaos.

  Pouring myself another cup of coffee, because they were probably going to be a while, I sat down and played with my phone, checking stock reports and reading through emails. By the time Reece came back in, I had my to-do list for Monday well organized.

  He gave me a worried look. “I’m sorry.”

  That was not how I was picturing the conversation starting. “Did he post something already?”

  Reece gave a quick smile but shook his head. “No, you got through to him. Thank you for that. If you hadn’t stepped in, I would probably be rushing back to work. I owe you an apology because I might have said he could come over for lunch.”

  I was going to lose my lasagna, I just knew it.

  Suddenly, I didn’t feel so bad about taking over the conversation. “It sounds like he needs a friend.”

  It was a half-hearted statement, but I was still frustrated. Reece just smiled and came over to stand in front of me. “Thank you for understanding.” He leaned down and gave me a kiss. “However, no matter how insane he makes you, you may not spank Eli. He’d enjoy it too much.”

  “Deal. But other punishments are still on the table?” I just wanted to make sure I understood the rules.

  Reece laughed. “Yes.”

  “Good. And I think you owe me an explanation for what the hell is going on with him. Especially if he’s going to be eating my lasagna.” I glanced over at the counter. “If he eats all my leftovers, you’re going to owe me.”

  He grinned. “Sexual favors or more food?”

  The look on my face let him know what a ridiculous question that was. “Both, of course.”

  Reece nodded seriously, but his eyes were laughing. “I understand, Master.” Then he leaned closer and rubbed his erection against my arm. “But can I put clothes on? And maybe do something about this?”

  “Clothes and an orgasm? Is that what you’re asking?” Reece nodded earnestly, but those laughing eyes gave him away. “I don’t know about that. It’s a lot to beg for at one time, and that wasn’t even very good begging.”

  Reece slowly took the apron off and let it drop to the floor. His erection was straining out from his body, hard with arousal because of the cock ring. He straddled my lap, lowering his ass to my legs as I wrapped my hands around his hips to steady him. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Master.”

  Fuck.

  My cock jumped and went from hard to full-on angry arousal in seconds. Reece rocked his ass into my erection and gave me a tempting smile. “I know you’re going to have to punish me later for being naughty, but please let me put clothes on. And I’ve been hard for hours, and you’ve been touching me and making me crazy. I’ll be good later. I promise.”

  The teasing, seductive side of Reece was irresistible. And he was right; his behavior was definitely going to get him punished later. And I would have fun doing it. But for now, I knew I probably shouldn’t leave him erect much longer. Bringing one hand from his hip around to his cock, I knew he was going to spend a lot of time trapped and aching in the future.

  Wrapping my fingers around his length, I caressed it in long, slow strokes that only made his need worse. “I’m going to make sure you’re very good later, Pet. But for now, I’ll let you come. How long do we have before Eli gets here?”

  No point in starting something slow if he was going to be there in five minutes.

  Reece took a steadying breath, then forced out the words. “About half an hour; he was at work and said he had to run home first.”

  It wasn’t much time, but I eased one finger over his balls and down to his hole. He was fine as I teased the outer edges, but as I let one finger inch into his tight entrance, I saw a little twinge on his face. With plenty of lube, he’d be fine with a finger or two, but I wasn’t going to rush him with anything else.

  We’d see how he was feeling later, but for the time being, I had another idea. Moving my fingers back to his cock, I gave his ass a pat with my other hand. “Go climb up on the bed. I want you kneeling on all fours when I get in there.”

  Reece hopped up off my lap and dashed back to the bedroom, his cock bouncing out in front of him. Taking my time, I followed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as I went. By the time I got to the bedroom, I laid my shirt on the edge of the bed and started stripping off my pants.

  Reece stared intently at the light blue boy shorts that started to emerge. He licked his lips and his body shifted closer, still on all fours, but looking like he’d move toward me given the slightest encouragement.

  Letting my hand caress over my cock, I relished the look on his face and the feel of the fabric against my skin. Why most men seemed to prefer plain cotton and boring fabrics, I had no idea. Silk, satin, and lace were much nicer alternatives, and I thought one day, more men were going to see that.

  Reece made a low, needy sound. “Can I see your other ones later?”

  I trailed my fingers along my dick. “My other panties?”

  He nodded, watching my hand as it moved. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Of course, and on days you’ve been very good, I might even let you pick out which one I’m going to wear. How does that sound?” I thought it sounded erotic as hell.

  Reece blinked at me blankly. Finally, he said, “Hot.”

  Smiling, I tried not to laugh. “I’m glad. After you see what I have, maybe I’ll even let you help me buy something new.”

  Reece made another low, needy sound and nodded.

  Stepping closer to the bed, I dipped one finger under the waistband of the panties and trailed a finger over my cock. Reece’s eyes nearly devoured me. “Master, please?”

  “Please what, Pet?” I moved my hand away from my cock but let it slide over the front of the panties to palm my balls that filled the front of the fabric.

  “Can I taste you?” The low words were sexy and sweet. Climbing on the bed, I paused long enough to grab the lube out of the drawer and set it on the nightstand. As I stretched out against the pillows, Reece’s mouth now inches from my body, I started teasing my cock again.

  “You can taste me while I play with my boy. If you’re very good, I’ll let you come.” The idea of leaving him hard and aching, trapped by his clothes but unable to come until Eli left, made me even more aroused, but that fantasy would have to wait.

  “Thank you, Master.” His submission in full force, Reece just waited, shaking and aroused but willing to stay there as long as I required it. He should be very grateful for a short timeline; otherwise, I would have made him wait a very long time.

  He was too beautiful to rush.

  Watching his straining muscles fight to stay still, I wanted to push him right to the edge and just keep him there. But those big brown eyes were pleading to come and probably to touch me. “Come here, Pet.”

  Quickly closing the final gap, Reece’s lips were kissing over my cock, which was still pressed tight against my body by the fabric. The heat of his breathing and the tender, short caresses had it jerking under his touch. When he started running his tongue along the length, teasing me through the fabric, I was moaning.

  When he looked up at me, I knew what
he wanted and helped him to slide the panties over my cock and down my legs. Once I was naked, his exploration continued at full speed. My heart sped up as he started his maddening caresses once again. Without the fabric to interfere, it was even more arousing.

  To distract myself, I reached for the lube as he started licking around the head. “As much or as little as you want, Reece. There’s no right or wrong.”

  He glanced up at me, the tip of my cock a breath away from his mouth. “I want to. And I want to practice over and over until I do it exactly the way you want.”

  Reece must have seen the question in my eyes because he grinned bashfully. “Last night, I wanted the first time you fucked anything to be my ass, not my mouth.”

  He was so cute.

  Running one hand over his hair, I pulled him up for a quick kiss. “Last night was amazing, and everything about it was perfect.”

  When I released him so that he could pull away, he gave me a tender smile. “You’re right. Everything about it was perfect.”

  Reece went back on all fours and lowered himself to the bed, his mouth at my dick and his ass up and angled toward the head of the bed, temptingly. I knew what he was hinting at, and with his position at my side, it would be easy to give him exactly what he wanted. “Spread your legs for me, Pet.”

  I brought my slicked-up fingers down to his ass, circling his hole gently. He shivered and gave a low moan but spread his legs obediently as he took the head of my cock into his mouth. “That’s my good boy.”

  I let the tip of one well-lubed finger ease into him. He hummed in pleasure. “I’m going to let you get off now, and even let your cock out of that ring. But occasionally, I’m going to leave you hard and desperate.”

  Fucking his ass slowly with my finger, I felt my cock touch the back of his throat, and he pulled back enough to suck and lick me. I fought the urge to thrust deeper into his mouth, letting low moans of pleasure tell him just how much I was enjoying his touch. “Other times, I might let you orgasm without actually letting you go soft. I’ll leave all that cum trapped inside you and make you wait for the rest of your pleasure.”