Neal selected a flogger and Sasha resisted the urge to drop to his hands and knees.
“What’s your pain tolerance?” Neal asked.
“Pretty good. On a scale of one to ten, about an eight. I prefer thud to sting.”
Neal turned and nodded. “What’s your safe word?”
“You know it.”
Neal cocked an eyebrow and stared at him. “You give it to me every time. No exceptions.”
“Lemon.”
Neal caught Sasha’s chin and held his head stationary. “Do you fear me?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to dominate you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Boss.” His erection ached and he wanted to touch himself.
Neal noted his wriggle. “Touch yourself.”
Sasha nearly popped his button in his scramble to get his fly open. He went to look down and Neal’s hand slid down from his chin to close over his throat. “Eyes on me.”
That nearly brought him by itself. He licked his palm and jacked off, trying to watch Neal’s eyes. He moaned, about to come.
“Stop.”
Sasha froze, panting.
“Now strip. Leave the cock ring on.”
Sasha moved forward but Neal didn’t let go of him, just tightened his fingers warningly. He gaped at him. What, was he psychic? He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall. Shoes got toed off and kicked aside as he struggled to obey Neal’s orders. His jeans gave him trouble when his rib twinged.
“I need help.”
“The rib?”
“Yeah. I can’t get to my pants.”
Neal didn’t let go of him, but used his free hand to slip his jeans loose. “Raise your foot.” He pulled the pant leg free, then the other one. He kneeled, still pinning Sasha, and sucked his whole length into his mouth. Using very warm fingers, Neal slid the bolo tie on the cock ring tighter. The constriction sent tingles of warmth up and down Sasha’s body.
The bigger man worked at Sasha, his tongue as strong as a hand but softer than anything else. The orgasm built and Neal pulled off with a wet smack.
He cried out, his Adam’s apple bouncing under Neal’s big hand. Neal calmly slid Sasha’s socks off first the left foot, then the right.
“Go stand by the frame,” he ordered.
If this was what it was like to have a professional top he’d need to make a lot more money, and soon.
Chapter Eight
Well and Truly
Sasha stumbled and Neal caught him, then let him walk. He got to the square wrought-iron frame and waited. Neal instructed Sasha to face the wall and buckled his arms out to the sides, making sure it didn’t yank on his ribs. Neal kicked gently at Sasha’s right foot so he’d spread it wider. The restraints chilled Sasha’s ankles at first, but warmed quickly from his body heat. He watched over his shoulder as Neal selected a flogger.
“Talk to me.” Then Neal hit his ass with the flogger.
“More thud.”
Neal switched out the flogger and Sasha again asked for more thud. Neal walked up to press against Sasha’s back. He bit him on the neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Sasha cried out, pressing against him.
“You are nowhere near as soft as you look.”
“Please, Boss.”
“Please what?”
“Beat me like you would a man your size.”
He looked over his shoulder as Neal went back to the cabinet and took down the largest flogger, as wide at the base as Sasha’s wrist. He swung it in a tight circle, fast enough it made a heavy wump wump noise in the air. The lashes flared and Neal flicked his wrist. The thud of impact threw Sasha forward in the frame and he leaned back, reaching with his ass.
Neal chuckled. He sucked his fingers into his mouth slowly and then stroked up his ass crack, the moisture on his fingers coating Sasha and making him shiver. “Look at you, all ready.”
“Please,” Sasha begged, voice raspy with need.
Neal needed no further encouragement and set up a steady rhythm along Sasha’s ass and legs. The lashes, avoiding Sasha’s ribs and sides, caused heat to bloom across his skin. Sasha sank into it, the familiar bliss surging over him as his brain whited out.
Neal finished and walked around to his front. Without warning, Neal sucked Sasha’s cock into his mouth and worked Sasha to the brink. The wet cavern of Neal’s mouth surrounded him like silk and Sasha wanted it to never end. As before, Neal pulled off right before Sasha came. Sasha cried out, writhing against his restraints and reaching for Neal with his hips. Neal ignored him and unclipped his legs, then his hands.
Neal led him over to the barrel, a heavy wooden replica of a fifty-gallon drum. A thick red cushion, velvety and soft, covered the top and extended down the sides for several inches. Ankle restraints clicked into the bottom and Neal stretched him over the top to clip his hands into two rings on the far side. Leather handles gave him something to grip.
Neal squeezed his ass. “You have the perfect ass, you know,” he said conversationally.
“Thank you.”
“How’s your bruising and stuff? Can you lean on your stomach?”
“I think so. It’s mostly the ribs now, my stomach and pelvis are all right.”
Neal stripped, revealing his smooth skin and taut muscles. Sasha started panting and wished he could touch Neal and run his hands up and down that tight body. Neal leaned forward, his cock in the valley of Sasha’s ass, up against Sasha’s balls. He could feel the dot of moisture at its tip.
“I’m going to fuck you ’til you can’t walk straight.”
Sasha’s heart started to pound.
“What’s your safe word?”
Ever the traditionalist. Sasha was half-tempted to change it up each time, but was afraid he’d forget it if he really needed it. Not smart. “Lemon.”
Neal slapped his left ass cheek. “That’s my boy.”
Neal stepped back and unfurled what was fast becoming Sasha’s favorite flogger. This time, Neal used more force with his blows, bouncing Sasha against the barrel. The sensations built toward climax, but Neal paused. He went to the cabinet and pulled out a condom, then filled it with lube. He came over to Sasha and slid it, slowly, over Sasha’s swollen cock. The cold lube made Sasha writhe against Neal’s hand, but Neal wouldn’t let him get any relief and moved with him as he tried to pump. The slick lube moved inside the condom like burying himself in a lover’s ass and Sasha whimpered, desperate now.
Neal finished and released him. The blows started again, heavy and regular. Sasha’s pants became loud moans and he thrust against the velvet of the padding. The condom moved around him like a mouth and he started to come. “Boss!”
“Come for me, baby,” Neal purred, not pausing.
“Please, Boss,” he whispered. “Please don’t stop,” he shouted, spurting so hard his ass clenched and he pressed himself against the barrel.
Neal chuckled and squeezed him, hard, as he took the condom off. He tossed it in a trash can and coated an enormous black butt plug with the slick lube. Sasha relaxed, widening his stance and pushing back with his ass, begging to be penetrated.
“Please, Boss. Fuck me.”
“I am, little man, no worries.”
Neal’s hands pressed the plug into him and Sasha’s breathing deepened, arousal flaring all through his chest and making it hard to see.
As good as it felt, though, he wanted Neal to ride him, not play with him. “Please…”
Neal bent over him. “Please what?”
“I want you to fuck me. I want your cock in me, Boss, please.”
Neal chuckled and then unclipped his restraints. He lifted Sasha, carrying him carefully, and laid him on his back on the table. The plug buried inside Sasha rubbed against his prostate and he writhed in Neal’s hands, noises coming out of him but making no sense.
“You want that, do you?” Neal’s voice tickled his ear.
“Yeah,” Sasha gasped, the sound pushe
d out of him by the toy buried inside him.
“Not yet.” His hand wrapped around Sasha’s cock. “I’m not done with you yet. You wanted to see what a session is like. I want you blind.” His hand pumped, squeezing the skin so tightly as to be this side of pain.
“Oh Gods,” Sasha panted over and over. He tried to catch his breath but couldn’t speak around his arousal. He started to sit up but Neal’s other hand circled his throat tight enough to hold him flat but not enough to choke him.
Sasha’s orgasm built from the backs of his thighs, but before he started to come, Neal let go of him. He arched his back and screamed, sensations almost like pain shooting through him. He’d read about the technique, about how Tantric practitioners used it to heighten the orgasm, but he’d never been patient enough to try it.
Damn, though, those Indians knew how to fuck.
He collapsed against the table, blinking through tears of exertion and trying to think. Neal’s hands cupped his ass and massaged, moving the toy deep inside him. His breath sounded almost like sobs as Neal moved his body, but he couldn’t form words.
Maybe if he turned the tables… He cracked his eyes open and Neal’s cock bobbed next to him. He rolled onto his side, the toy inside him firing all his nerve receptors, and dove onto Neal’s cock with his mouth. The length fooled him and went partway down his throat, and Neal grunted when it happened.
“You think you’re going to distract me, huh?” Neal murmured with a chuckle. “I don’t know about that. You’re a good little bottom.”
Yeah, but not that easy to read. He only looked small and helpless. He wrapped his hand around Neal’s shaft and used his other hand to cup his smooth balls, shaved like Sasha’s own. He didn’t yet know how hard Neal liked it, whether he liked it rough or wanted gentle and sweet. His instinct said hard. He squeezed the length in his mouth with his lips and Neal’s hands buried themselves in his hair.
Hard it was, then.
He set up a steady movement, bouncing up and down with abandon. Neal stroked his back and shoulders as he lay on his side on the table, low moans coming out of him that inflamed Sasha. Neal’s hips pumped in time to Sasha’s movements. Bending over Sasha’s back, Neal slid warm palms all the way along Sasha’s body to cup his ass.
Neal squeezed both of Sasha’s ass cheeks around the toy and then rotated them, moving the toy inside him. Sasha had to pull back for more air as the motion stimulated his prostate. He’d never come this way. Neal’s hands moved closer to the sensitive tissue between his anus and scrotum and massaged it. Sasha arched his back, pushing into Neal’s hands, and Neal chuckled.
“Like that, do you?”
“Yeah,” he gasped.
“What happened to you turning the tables on me?”
Sasha chuckled. “Bet you I still can.”
“Not if you come this way, you won’t.”
“No one’s ever done it to me before,” Sasha taunted. “What makes you think you’ll be the first?”
“Let’s say I’m not like your other lovers and leave it at that?”
Sasha could read the angry possessiveness in the depths of his cinnamon gaze. Note to self: don’t tease the big Marine, he doesn’t like it. Of course, if it made him fuck Sasha harder, it might be worth it… “Prove it.”
Neal’s eyebrow cocked. He walked over to the cabinet and got a second condom. As Sasha watched, he smoothed it onto himself and stroked a few times to reinforce his already swollen erection. He held Sasha’s eyes as he lubed it with strong hands, the shine of the thick viscous stuff making Sasha shiver with anticipation. Neal walked back and kissed him, a possessive feel to it that he loved.
He moved his mouth to Sasha’s ear. “Like I said, I don’t fuck my clients.”
“Please, Boss,” Sasha whispered. “Please…”
“I only fuck my lovers,” the big man murmured. “Not my clients.” He bit down on Sasha’s neck. “Are you available?”
“Yes,” he whispered, his heart pounding. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to fall for this man. “Please, Boss.”
“I’ll think about it.” Neal leaned over him.
Sasha pressed up against Neal as the top’s hands slid around his body and over the swell of his ass. Neal yanked the plug out with a quick movement. Sasha cried out, the sensation too thick, almost to the point of pain. Neal didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath, but laid him carefully on the table, his ass off the end, making sure he didn’t jar the ribs. Grabbing Sasha’s hips, Neal pulled him back toward the big man’s body. He sat Sasha onto his thighs, like sitting him in his lap, and grabbed both sides of his ass. He spread Sasha wide and plunged himself to the hilt in Sasha’s waiting flesh. Neal cried out when Sasha did, his muscles quivering against Sasha’s back. Neal paused, breathing deeply, and pulled Sasha backward off the table. Neal supported him as he lowered them until the bigger man sat on his heels. Sasha cried out again as the new position hilted Neal deeper inside him.
“Fuck!” Sasha shouted.
Neal chuckled and pumped his hips hard enough that it bounced Sasha’s jaw. He had no idea how Neal managed it at this angle, but he clamped their bodies together and pounded into Sasha, heavy meaty sounds that echoed in the big room. He stilled again, holding Sasha tightly.
“Relax, Doc,” Neal grunted in his ear.
“I…” He tried to catch a breath, do something to help, but couldn’t control his body. “Gods… Neal.”
“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” He kissed the side of Sasha’s neck. “Let it happen, let me in…”
Sasha didn’t understand. Wasn’t he relaxed already? But something in his body opened to the other man and his magic awakened. Heat, composed of whatever it was that he could do with animals, spun out of him like light. His body reacted, the hairs all swaying in a hidden breeze, and something inside him clicked. His legs released their frenzied clamp against the man at his back and his body molded to the larger one riding him.
“That’s it.” Neal gasped, panting in his ear. “Oh God, is that it.”
“Neal…”
“Say my name.”
“Gods. Neal.”
Neal grunted and his other hand came around to splay against Sasha’s abdomen. He pressed Sasha back and squeezed both his arms in his hands, palms slick against Sasha’s skin and very warm. Neal’s hips slammed into Sasha, harder than before, and a pressure built in Sasha’s lower back. He leaned his head against Neal’s chest, squeezing his eyes shut. Neal’s teeth closed on his shoulder, in the bend by his neck, and bit down firm enough to bruise but not break the skin.
An orgasm unlike any Sasha experienced before started to build and then smashed into him, clenching every muscle from toes to scalp. He screamed, emptying his seed and covering Neal’s wrist in shiny white fluid.
Neal bent forward and caught himself against the side of the table with one hand, keeping the other firmly around Sasha’s body. He thrust twice more and then slammed into him so hard Sasha fell forward with Neal riding him. As the big man’s cock pumped inside him, Sasha widened his legs and pressed back with his hips. Long moments passed before Neal stopped shuddering and then he slumped to the side, careful not to collapse onto Sasha.
Sasha gave a long sigh of contentment. “I can’t move.”
“I’ll carry you.” Neal rolled to his feet and gathered up his clothes. He kneeled next to Sasha and slowly, teasingly, slipped the cock ring off his body. Neal bent down and rolled Sasha’s balls in his mouth, playing with them with his tongue.
Sasha raised his hips and pressed against his mouth. “Gods, that feels incredible.”
Neal’s hands caressed Sasha’s stomach and nipples. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs. I think we certainly worked up an appetite.”
It took Sasha a time or two to stand, but he managed it. Neal handed him a black cotton robe with the Factory logo on the breast and slipped into another one himself. They made it back to Neal’s room and the top locked the door. Sasha watched as he collap
sed on his back on the bed, arms out to the side and a grin on his face.
Sasha crawled onto the mattress and curled up next to him. Neal pulled the flannel sheet over them both and started snoring the moment it settled. It sounded like a rumbling purr, a deep sound that had a very slight whistle. Sasha smirked; it sounded cute. Dinner could wait. Sasha rolled into Neal’s warm body to snuggle on his chest.
Chapter Nine
Not the Charger!
Sasha woke alone in Neal’s big bed, but the sheets bore the heat of his lover’s skin. After eating, they’d slept the rest of the night entwined, Neal curled around his body like an enormous cat with one heavy leg over him. The big man’s body radiated warmth.
He hadn’t slept so well in ages.
He rolled over and inhaled against the pillow, pulling the big man’s scent into his nose. Neal smelled good, musky like expensive cologne. The door opened and Neal walked in.
“Morning, sunshine,” he greeted.
Sasha blinked at him from his nest, his morning wood rubbing pleasantly against the sheets. “Morning.”
“What do you want with your eggs?”
“My what?”
“Eggs. Usually served with toast and, for more civilized types, bacon.”
“Bacon isn’t civilized, it’s saturated fat that hardens the arteries.”
“Uh, ew?”
Sasha laughed. “I like all sorts of things in my eggs.”
“Okay. Should we put strawberries and shrimp in them?”
“Now who’s being disgusting?” Sasha yawned. “What are my choices?”
“Pico de gallo, cheddar or brick cheese, mushrooms, spinach, broccoli, onions or garlic.”
“How about all of the above?”
Neal chuckled. “That’s what I told Steve. He’s making them now.”
Sasha’s head came up and he stared at his new lover. “What?”
“You heard me.” Neal winked and got his robe, freshly laundered, and tossed it over Sasha’s body. “Come on, get up, lazybones.”
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