It had been so long since he’d been able to serve anyone like this, if the only thing he did all night was kneel by Garrett’s side, it would count as a wonderful date. He didn’t understand it when he was younger, but this was where he was happiest. His submission made him feel complete.
When the food was gone, Garrett turned in his chair and looked down at Wyatt. The Dom reached out and ran his fingers through his hair again, smiling. “Let’s go sit together on the couch. As incredible as you look kneeling there for me, Sweet, I don’t want you to hurt later.”
Reaching out to take Wyatt’s hands, Garrett helped him up from the floor. Keeping one of Wyatt’s hands, Garrett started walking them over to the couch.
“I have some dessert in the kitchen. May I go get it for us?” The fruit and sauces would hopefully be something else the Dom might feed him.
Garrett squeezed his hand, looking reluctant to let him go. “Yes. I’m curious to see what else you planned.”
He fought the urge to squirm and hoped he didn’t look ridiculous. “I’ll be right back, Sir.”
Hurrying to the kitchen, Wyatt was glad he’d already arranged everything earlier. Grabbing the bowl of fruit out of the fridge and the cups of sauce that were warming in the oven, Wyatt put them all on a little tray and carried it out to the living room.
Garrett had moved the side table around to the front of the couch. He gave the couch a pat and smiled at Wyatt. “Come sit with me, Sweet.”
The Dom was sitting on one side of the couch and the small area he indicated definitely wasn’t enough room for Wyatt to sit by himself. Setting the tray on the table, he squeezed between the two pieces of furniture and looked at Garrett, waiting for instructions.
Taking his hand, Garrett pulled him down so he was sitting with his back against the armrest, his legs lying over the Dom’s muscular thighs. Perfect. Wyatt leaned his head against the back of the couch and watched as Garrett looked at the food.
“Fruit and what are these…Ah, let’s see. Those look good.” He glanced at Wyatt. “Are they too hot to touch?”
“No just warm enough to keep them melted. That one is milk chocolate, the next one is caramel, and the last is white chocolate.” Wyatt expected Garrett to pick up one of the pieces of fruit but he took Wyatt’s hand instead.
“I need to see which one I like best first.”
Wyatt let Garrett bring his hand over to the little bowls. Carefully using one of Wyatt’s fingers, Garrett dipped it in the milk chocolate and brought it up to his mouth. It had to be one of the most erotic things Wyatt had ever experienced.
Garrett gently sucked the chocolate off like he was sucking on Wyatt’s cock. That was the only comparison Wyatt could make. Running his tongue around the shaking finger, Garrett made sure to get every drop of chocolate he possibly could. Just that alone would have been hot but something about the way Garrett was using his body took his arousal to another level entirely.
It was the same incredible feeling as when he would be used for his Dom’s pleasure. Even knowing he wasn’t going to be able to come, it still felt naughty and addicting. Being deliciously used and denied. This time he wasn’t being denied, he was being used by hopefully the man who would become his Dom. It made his cock throb with every lick.
Continuing with the sauces, Garrett took his time tasting every one and almost ignoring Wyatt. It could have felt impersonal and awkward. But with the sexy man, it just made Wyatt want to throw himself at the Dom and beg to be used even more. By the time Garrett tasted each one twice, Wyatt was a quivering mess ready to explode.
“I think I like the caramel best. Let’s see how that tastes on the fruit.” Garrett put Wyatt’s hand back on his lap and picked up a strawberry. Dipping it, he brought the treat up to Wyatt’s mouth.
Sucking the juicy berry into his mouth, Wyatt moaned. The fruit wasn’t that good, it was just the combination of everything. Garrett gave Wyatt a wicked grin. “I agree. It’s delicious. You’re going to have to make me the caramel again. There are so many things I could lick it off of.”
Wyatt felt his cock jerk. Precum was leaking out so bad, he was going to have a wet spot on his pants soon. Next time, he was going to wear thicker briefs and not the sexy, thin, silky ones he’d worn, just in case. Wyatt wasn’t sure if it was a question or not but all he could do was nod. He’d make as much as the Dom wanted.
“You’re such a…good chef.” Garrett paused like there were other things he wanted to say. What was the Dom thinking? He was such a needy little slut? Wasn’t that true. He was such a good sub? That’s what he wanted the sexy man to think.
“Thank you.” It came out stuttered and needy but Wyatt couldn’t help it. His mind wasn’t working.
Garrett picked up a piece of pineapple and dipped it in the chocolate. “How long have you been in the lifestyle?”
He had to think?
“Um…I…” He couldn’t focus. Watching Garrett’s tongue come out to lick the dripping treat, Wyatt’s brain couldn’t think of anything else but how incredible…
“Wyatt? Sweet, I asked you a question.” There was laughter in his voice but his expression was serious. The man knew exactly what he’d done to Wyatt.
He had to close his eyes so he could think. Watching Garrett, he’d never get his brain to work. “Um…My parents got me an e-reader in high school. I was supposed to use it for reading classics and all these books they thought were so important, but I figured out I could get all kinds of books that were way more interesting. When I stumbled across my first gay BDSM book, I was hooked. Just the idea that someone could get that much pleasure from submission blew my mind.”
“They didn’t look at what you were reading?” Garrett laughed and shook his head.
“Eventually, but by then I was in college and they couldn’t figure out what to do. So they went back to pretending I was straight and normal. I focused on finding people who were into the same things that I was.”
“I’m sorry.” Emotion was thick in the Dom’s voice and his hand came up to play with Wyatt’s hair again. Wyatt leaned into the touch, wanting to soak up every caress.
“It’s okay. We still talk and they’ve stopped trying to pretend I’m not gay. I can live with them not understanding everything else.” He wasn’t that upset about it anymore. He’d long since accepted that lots of people, gay and straight, had parents who didn’t understand them.
“I can’t imagine. I’ve been lucky enough to have parents who were supportive and probably too open. You didn’t ask questions in my house, unless you were prepared for a full and descriptive answer. And we learned very early you didn’t even knock on my parents’ bedroom door if it was closed.”
“You mean your parents really were in a Dominant-submissive relationship? I mean, you said everyone in your family but…” Wyatt couldn’t wrap his mind around that.
“Yeah, we didn’t understand until we were older what made their relationship different. They were just really in love and we knew our mom was more in charge than other people’s moms seemed to be.” Garrett smiled at the memories.
“I can’t imagine that.” His parents were so narrow-minded that he couldn’t wrap his head around it.
“Once we got older and started reading stuff and figuring out what we liked, it kind of clicked. I think it made things easier for Brent and Bryce…” Garrett’s voice trailed off but he kept playing with Wyatt’s hair and he had to fight to stay focused.
“What do you mean?” There was something Wyatt was missing.
“They’re subs. Well, Brent’s a sub and Bryce is a switch. With Grant and me being Doms, without my dad for them to relate to, I think it could have really screwed things up. Teenagers aren’t always the most sensitive individuals. If we didn’t have my dad as a good example of a strong sub, I think it would have changed our relationships.”
Wyatt stared in shock. He couldn’t remember seeing Garrett’s brothers at the club but he’d imagined them as a bunch of Doms. The pi
cture Garrett was painting was totally different.
The Dom either didn’t notice his shock or maybe he was just giving Wyatt time to think things through because he kept going. “Seeing how much my parents loved each other and worked together made things easier. My dad was the man in charge at work and my mom did everything she could to support the business. It let us see that being a man wasn’t about being macho and shit like that. I think we all turned out better because of them. Even if it was an awkward couple of months after Grant came out and everything else came out with him.”
“Sounds like there’s a story there.” That was probably an understatement but Wyatt was still in shock. He’d felt so weird growing up. He couldn’t imagine how it would have felt to have had a role model who understood.
Garrett laughed and seemed to put the memories away enough to focus on dessert again. Taking another piece of fruit he dipped it in the white chocolate and brought it up to Wyatt’s lips. “Absolutely. But enough about me. I think I was trying to learn more about you until you distracted me. Very naughty.”
He almost choked on the berry he was swallowing. Just the way Garrett said “naughty” made his cock jerk in his pants again. Did he have any idea what he was doing to him? Glancing up at Garrett and seeing that sexy smirk, it was easy to see the Dom knew exactly what he was doing to Wyatt.
“I’m sorry for distracting you, Sir.” He fought to sit still but the little shivers of need that were racing through him weren’t helping.
Ignoring the dessert, Garrett left one hand playing with Wyatt’s hair and used the other to tease his legs. Running his hand up and down from Wyatt’s shins to his thigh, he was clearly enjoying what he was doing. Wyatt didn’t even realize he was starting to wiggle until Garrett’s hand tightened and he stilled. “Hands behind your back, Sweet. That’s better.”
Even though he wasn’t held down or kneeling, the Dom pinned him in place with just his expression and voice. Wyatt’s cock was leaking so much his boxers were wet and this would only make things worse.
“Now, how did you start making furniture?” Garrett smiled at Wyatt’s confusion.
“What?”
“Is that any way to talk to me?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Um, I...I don’t understand, Sir.” That earned Wyatt another caress of Garrett’s hand through his hair, this time dipping down the side of his head to tease around his ear. He’d never realized how much of an erogenous zone his head was.
“I want to know how you got started with your furniture. You’re very good. It isn’t often these days you see someone who is such a talented craftsman, especially someone so young.” Garrett seemed so sincere that Wyatt knew he was blushing.
“Um…shop class to start. My dad thought it was manly but what he didn’t realize was that my manly, macho shop teacher was in a long-term relationship with another guy. They weren’t what you would call out and proud, but I guess he could see how confused I was because he casually brought up their relationship one day after school. It was some place I fit in, even though I wasn’t out yet.” Wyatt tilted his head and tried to push closer to Garrett’s touch. He sighed when Garrett kept it up, it felt incredible.
“He had to know, but he never said anything. He let me take as many classes as I could get away with and showed me all kinds of things. He even worked with me after school on tons of stuff. His partner would come in and hang out too sometimes. They were my first exposure to a real loving gay relationship. I got a degree in graphic design but I spent more time at the local art center taking more woodshop classes than I did on my major.” He moaned and fought to stay still as Garrett’s hand wandered temptingly close to his cock.
Just imagining how it would feel completely broke his concentration and Garrett had to prompt him again to keep talking. He didn’t know how he was supposed to keep going when the sexy Dom was driving him crazy with those teasing touches. Garrett wasn’t going to let that be an excuse though so Wyatt tried to remember where he left off.
“I…um…Oh, the art center. At the same time as I was getting better with building furniture and stuff, I was also starting to explore the scene. Eventually, I realized that a lot of the common pieces people wanted to own, but were too shy to have in their house, could look like something simple.”
“Like the spanking bench that looks like an actual bench.” Garrett’s voice was rough and his fingers were getting even closer to Wyatt’s hard, leaking cock.
There was no way Garrett could miss the wet spot that was forming on his pants. Wyatt knew he’d be embarrassed later but at that moment, all he wanted to do was beg for more. “Yes. I like making things like that. Pieces that look innocent but…”
“But that are really very naughty. Kind of like you. You seem so innocent and sweet but you’re a naughty sub, aren’t you?”
CHAPTER 9
Garrett
His little sub was so excited he was shaking. Pupils blown wide and a cock so hard he was tenting the front of his pants, it was impossible to miss. Every little touch had him nearly begging for more. It was in the way he leaned into Garrett’s touch and the shivers that raced through making his muscles clench and strain.
A spanking was obviously next on the agenda. But what should he do about how turned on his boy was? And he was his. It didn’t matter if this was technically only their first date. Wyatt was his.
If Wyatt had wanted to keep their playing just in the bedroom, Garrett knew he wouldn’t mind pushing things far enough tonight that Wyatt got to come—but they weren’t going to keep things just in the bedroom. That meant the rules weren’t quite the same. Wyatt needed to be kept on his toes and he seemed to need the constant reminder of his submission to be centered.
Right now, though, letting him orgasm wouldn’t do that.
“I think it’s time for a naughty sub to be punished.” Garrett knew his words came out deep and thick with arousal, but he didn’t mind his boy knowing how turned on he’d gotten his master.
Wyatt gave him another sexy, wide-eyed look and slowly nodded. Garrett might have been worried that the hesitation meant the sub wanted to say no, but his labored breathing and little moan made it obvious how much he wanted it.
“Red, yellow, green for right now, Sweet. Do you understand? We’ll go over safe words and put together a contract soon but for right now, red to stop.” Garrett watched as Wyatt nibbled on his lip but nodded. “Words. What did I say?”
Wyatt shivered again with Garrett’s words, but he managed to talk this time. “Red to stop, yellow to slow down…spanking, because I’m a naughty sub.” The words came out breathy and excited, like he couldn’t believe it was happening.
“Good boy. All right, stand up.”
His little sub climbed off to stand on shaky legs. It was obvious there was nothing else on his mind. Garrett pushed the little table with their dessert out of the way and scooted down the couch. When there was enough room for Wyatt to stretch out over his legs, Garrett reached out and took his hand.
“Wyatt, look at me.” He waited until the sweet sub was focused before he continued. “You may not come. The next time you get to come will be by my hand. However, we’re going to take things slow. That means we’re going to get to know each other more before I strip you down, touch you, and watch your pleasure. Do you understand?”
The calm dirty talk evidently did it for the boy because he gave a low groan and his hips thrust out, unconsciously drawing attention to how hard he was. So sexy. “Yes, Sir. No—no coming. No coming until you give permission.”
Then his eyes cleared a little, and he spoke again. “That means…that means I’m yours? That you’re mine? My Dom…My Master?”
“Yes. You’re mine, sweet boy. We’ll talk about it in more detail later and we’re still going to spend a lot of time getting to know each other better but I’m not letting you go.” To some people the words might have been too much, too controlling, but to Wyatt, they seemed to make him melt. The pretty little sub’s eyes tea
red up, and he nodded like he couldn’t agree enough.
“All right, over my lap. I think someone’s overdue for a spanking.” Garrett watched as a blush crept up Wyatt’s face but the boy didn’t deny the truth of the words.
If he’d been without a Dominant for well over a year, there was no telling how long it had been since he’d given himself to someone like this. His sweet sub was starved for the kind of touch and attention he really needed. Garrett hated it had taken him so long to see what was right in front of his face.
He wasn’t going to waste any more time though.
With quivering muscles and unsteady legs, the sweet boy laid himself over Garrett’s lap. Stretched out, offering himself up for his master, Wyatt looked incredible. He’d look even better naked, but Garrett wasn’t going to rush things. No matter how much he wanted to.
“The next time I spank you, I’m going to get you naked for me. Then I’m going to bend you over the spanking bench, so I can see you and touch you everywhere while I make your ass nice and red.” Garrett was starting to understand just how much his boy liked hearing his master’s fantasies. Wyatt reacted just like Garrett had hoped.
Beautifully.
He moaned. It seemed to take all his willpower to keep his body still. It was so easy to see how much he wanted to thrust himself against Garrett’s legs. The hard cock, which had been clearly outlined in his pants, was now pressed against Garrett’s lap.
“Remember. You may not orgasm. That means no humping your cock against my leg and if you get close, you have to tell me.” Letting his hand gently come down to rest on his boy’s ass, he could feel the excitement that radiated from him. He could even feel the moan that tore through Wyatt as the sub struggled not to move. “Do you understand?”
Wyatt managed a strangled, “Yes, Master.”
Garrett squeezed his ass and started playing with the boy’s sexy body. “We’re doing this because you were naughty. You need to be spanked, not pleasured.”
They both knew this really was about the pleasure, bonding, and shared fantasy. It didn’t mean the fantasy of punishing his naughty boy wasn’t fun, though. He didn’t know how much of a pain slut his little sub was but Garrett was going to find out when they went over limits next week. This time he would keep it gentle and be careful not to push things too far. He didn’t want the boy to come, and he didn’t want to scare him either. It was going to be a balancing act.
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