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The Next Step
a BDSM Romance by
MYCHAEL BLACK
The Next Step copyright 2009 by Mychael Black
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Kale Daniels stretched out on the silky, cool sheets, then rubbed his eyes. The alarm went off, letting him know it was eight in the morning—time to work. He grumbled and rolled over, tempted to pull the blanket back over his head. Then the smell of bacon and biscuits and coffee drifted into the bedroom, and he grinned. He flung the blanket off and shuffled his feet across the carpet until they touched his robe where it lay folded near the bedside table. He slipped it on and tied it, then headed downstairs slowly. He was getting more used to Ian Vaughan’s house, so his cane remained in the office unless they went out.
“Good morning,” Ian said, slipping an arm around Kale’s waist. Kale’s Master drew him into the kitchen in-between kisses. “Hungry?”
“Very.” Kale didn’t want to let go, and when Ian guided him to a chair he held on, earning himself a harder kiss before Ian pulled back. Kale had the urge to pout.
“Later. Right now, breakfast.” Ian set things on the table and touched Kale’s hand to his glass. “Silverware is down and to your right. Plate in front, eggs at six o’clock, biscuits at twelve, and bacon in the middle. Salt is just above your plate.”
“Thank you.” Kale smiled and sipped his drink. Mmm…orange juice.
“You’re welcome. Coffee’s done. You want it now or wait?”
“Wait.” Kale found his fork and waited until he felt Ian’s foot rub his under the table before he started eating. “Oh, man, that’s good,” he said around a mouthful of eggs with melted mozzarella cheese.
Ian chuckled. “Thank you. How long do you think you’ll need for work today?”
“Hmm… Not too long. I just need to finish up a few pages and then I’ll be done.”
“Good. Think it can be done before dinner?”
Kale smiled slowly, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “Yes…”
“Then finish breakfast, finish work, and take a shower. I have plans for you.”
Kale shivered and managed to bite back a moan as he continued eating. When his Master had ‘plans,’ Kale never quite knew what lay in store. He just knew it would be amazing.
* * * *
Six hours later, wet heat enveloped Kale and he tipped his head back, steam and water blanketing his face. Touch had always been strong for him—temperatures, pressure, and textures ranging from painfully annoying to damn near orgasmic. He smiled and hummed a little, that last thought bringing to mind past sessions with Ian. Although he’d never use his Master’s name out loud without permission, Kale called Ian that in his mind. It wasn’t out of disrespect, either. Simply put, Kale thought the man’s name was sexy as sin, second only to Ian’s voice.
The shower curtain hissed open, letting in a draft of cool air. Then the curtain closed, and a moment later strong arms encircled Kale. The system they’d set up worked well—a simple touch to let them both know when it was time. Kale hummed softly, barely audible beneath the thrum of the shower, as Ian kissed the side of his neck. One hand drifted down Kale’s torso and cupped him, rolling his balls gently. Kale sucked in a breath, rising a little on his toes.
“I do believe it’s time to shave again,” Ian murmured, his deep voice as sensual as his touch. His hard cock nudged between Kale’s cheeks, the slick head bumping past Kale’s hole to the back of his balls. Though he wanted to squeeze his thighs together and trap that length of hot, silken steel between them, Kale didn’t dare.
“Yes, Sir.” Kale shivered, the anticipation enough to make him ache.
Ian reached around him and turned off the shower. “I’m getting out first.” He put Kale’s hand on the small bar built into the shower wall. “Let me get things ready, then I’ll come get you.”
Kale chewed on his bottom lip and nodded. The curtain opened once more, letting in another small draft of cool air, then it closed again. Several minutes passed while he stood there, keeping his free hand balled into a fist to avoid touching himself. During the past six months they’d developed a routine, one that put them both into the mindset while it doubled as hygiene. When the shower curtain opened once again, Ian took Kale’s right hand.
“Carefully step up and out. We’re going into the exam room.”
Just the thought of what awaited him made Kale hard as stone. He’d never expected, in a million years, to find a Dom—hell, anyone, for that matter—who would not only indulge his kinks, but also share them. Yet Ian did both.
Ian placed Kale’s hand on the padded exam table. “Up, legs in the stirrups.”
Kale did as he was told and climbed up carefully onto the table. Then he scooted down until his ass was hanging off the end, then put his legs up into the stirrups. The position left him exposed, his thighs open to Ian. The knowledge that this man had seen and touched every inch of him still didn’t stop the tremors that ran through Kale whenever he lay on this table. It was a mixture of excitement and fear, colored with a bit of humiliation.
“We’re just going to start with a shave,” Ian said. The thick hiss of a shaving cream can followed, then Ian spread the cool foam over Kale’s jaw and neck. “Head to toe. The only hairs I will allow are your eyebrows and those on your head. Everything else will be removed.”
Eyes closed, Kale remained perfectly still as the razor slid over his jaw and neck, removing the slightest hint of stubble. Aloe helped soothed
the newly-bared skin as Ian slowly removed every trace of hair. His face done, Kale opened to a kiss, moaning softly when Ian coated his chest with more cream. His Master’s cock pressed against his arm, but Kale didn’t move a muscle, no matter how much he wanted to touch.
When Ian pulled back from his lips, Kale almost let the words slip that he’d been holding inside, but uncertainty and a touch of fear—namely of rejection—stopped him. Instead, he bit his bottom lip as Ian continued shaving, the razor just barely skirting his nipples. His own cock was hard as steel, just as it was every time they did this. Kale never thought shaving could be so erotic, but with every rasp and drag of the razor over his skin, the strokes careful, almost worshipful if he dared to believe, the more Ian proved him wrong.
“So beautiful,” Ian whispered as he wiped away the remnants of shaving cream with an almost-too-hot towel, “and all mine.”
Kale’s heart thumped quicker, the words still stuck in his throat. He trusted this man with his life, with everything, really. Why couldn’t he just say it?
All those thoughts scattered when talented fingers began coating his cock and balls with more shaving cream. Kale gasped, hips lifting, and Ian chuckled and tapped his hole. More cream was spread around it and Kale felt Ian leave his side, acutely aware when the man stood between his legs. Hands on Kale’s thighs, Ian opened him more, the stirrups locking into place and keeping Kale fully exposed.
“Shh...” Ian murmured as he gently dragged the razor along the length of Kale’s cock. Fingers gripped the head and Kale whimpered, the urge to thrust almost unbearable. “Easy.”
Easy. Right. Kale groaned when Ian’s thumb grazed his slit, pressing in just enough to burn a little. Still, Kale fought to keep from moving, to keep his body as motionless as possible while Ian worked his way down over Kale’s balls. Each stroke of the razor sounded loud, though Kale knew it wasn’t really so much loud as the room was quiet. A few moments later, wet warmth covered him and Kale moaned, hands bunching into fists as Ian blotted away the last of the shaving cream. Then heat enveloped his cock and Kale bucked, shouting as Ian sucked him down.
“Sir!” Kale’s hands flew to Ian’s head, fingers tangling in the man’s hair. Ian didn’t stop him, didn’t remove them—he just kept on sucking, head bobbing. Kale couldn’t have stopped if his life had depended on it. Within seconds, he came, crying out as he shot down Ian’s throat.
Ian pulled off slowly, moved up higher, and kissed him, passing the last of Kale’s cum to him. Kale sucked on Ian’s tongue, fingers still buried in his Master’s longish hair. “That was your last orgasm for a while.”
Kale stifled the grumble and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Ian kissed him once more then stood. He resumed the shaving, continuing down first one leg, then the other. By the time he was done, Kale was pretty sure he’d melted through the exam table. Between the relaxation of the act itself and the unexpected blowjob, he felt limp and boneless, like a wet noodle.
“Come on,” Ian said, a chuckle following. “Let’s go eat dinner. Then we’ll discuss my plans for the weekend.”
“Mmm, food.”
Ian helped him to sit up and Kale shivered. While he didn’t think he’d had much hair, the caress of the AC over his bare skin was as exhilarating as it was chilly. Something heavy and soft was placed in his hands.
“Slip your robe on and we’ll head downstairs.”
Kale smiled and pulled on the ultra-soft bathrobe, gasping as it rubbed against his flesh. “God, everything is oversensitive.”
“That’s the idea,” Ian said. He took Kale’s hand and led the way out of the exam room, then down to the kitchen. “Sit. I made dinner while you were in the shower.”
Kale did as instructed, and a moment later the savory scent of roast wafted up to him. “Oh, wow. Man, that smells good.”
“There’s a new club that opened up I want us to go check out,” Ian said. “Open.”
Kale smiled and opened his mouth, humming as Ian slipped a fork full of savory pot roast between his lips. Although Ian didn’t have to feed him, it was a simple act they both enjoyed, a little down time when they could be just two men having dinner. Half a year and Kale had already fallen hard, though he never told Ian. While his Master showed a lot of compassion and tenderness after and out of sessions, Kale wasn’t sure where the man stood when it came to anything deeper. He hoped Ian felt the same, but a part of him was too afraid to bring it up.
“New club?” Kale asked right before another bite, this one of roasted potatoes, was offered.
“Mmhmm...’Rose and Thorn’. Owned and operated by some friends of mine. It’s quite classy, and there are private theme rooms as well. I’ve booked one for us.”
“Oh.” Kale took the bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Am I allowed to ask what kind of room?”
Ian’s deep chuckle and coffee-warmed breath brushed across Kale’s lips. “You are,” he whispered, “but I won’t tell you.”
Damn. Kale grinned and took a chance, licking Ian’s lips. Ian caught his tongue and kissed him deep, rich coffee and pure male seeping through Kale’s body like water. This was why he fell in love, when he’d sworn it off long ago. Ian kissed like no other human being Kale had ever known: full of passion and warmth, calming and utterly intoxicating. When Ian began to pull away, Kale whimpered at the loss. A fingertip tapped his lips.
“Dinner first. Then we’ll go upstairs and pack. Consider us in form from here on out.”
Kale bowed his head and bit his lip. “Yes, Sir.”
* * * *
“Invitation?”
With Kale’s hand still on Ian’s arm, Ian pulled something out of a pocket, Kale assumed. Invitation? Wow, this place really was exclusive. A few seconds later, Ian was leading the way inside. Kale felt the atmosphere shift, from the openness of the street to the encompassing club. From the sounds of things, the party was already in full swing. Then again, it was Saturday night—even Onyx tended to get quite busy on Saturdays.
“Where would you like me to start?” Ian asked him.
“Where are we?”
“We are in the main room, from the looks of it. Very open, lots of people. There’s a huge bar, with two cages on either end. There’s a woman in one of them, and a cute young guy in a G-string in the other.”
Kale grinned. “Cute, huh?”
Ian patted his hand. “Trust me, I have eyes for one man.” Ian edged him to the right a little, shifting Kale’s cane just as someone walked by Kale’s right. “There’s a stage, black curtain, and a St. Andrew’s Cross. I imagine there will be a show at some point, too. Unless they’re taking a break. Behind the bar are the ten rooms. Second floor is an observation area...” Ian’s lips brushed Kale’s ear, making him shiver. “Just imagine: spread out for me, used while others watch from above.”
“Oh, God...” Kale’s cock pushed against the confines of the leather pouch, the ring around the base sinfully, deliciously tight. “Sir...”
“Drinks first,” Ian chuckled. He led the way through the crowd toward the bar.
The music wasn’t too bad, not too overwhelming. Kale felt the energy sizzling through the throng of bodies. He inhaled the rich scents of leather and arousal, the concoction heady. By the time Ian stopped walking, Kale’s entire body vibrated with need. Ian cupped his ass, hand hot through the leather pants. Kale pushed back against it, then yelped when Ian slapped his left ass cheek hard.
“Drinks first,” Ian said, voice stern and going straight to Kale’s balls. “Two bottled waters, please.”
Kale heard people all around them, but he was still focused on the timbre of Ian’s voice. A cold bottle pressed into his hand and Kale waited until Ian opened it before taking a long swallow. Ian moved and then pulled Kale to him, back to Ian’s chest. Ian brushed a kiss to Kale’s neck, breath warm.
“Do you remember the first night we met?”
Kale nodded, tipping his head to give Ian more room as the kisses continued.
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p; “I saw you on the stage at Onyx, strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross much like the one here. You were beautiful, stretched out, ready for the whip.” Ian’s hand drifted down and around to the front, cupping Kale’s cock and balls and giving them a squeeze that made Kale gasp. “All I wanted was to get my hands on you, to see if you responded the same way to me.”
“Sir...” Kale whispered. His head fell back onto Ian’s shoulder and he moaned, thighs parting even more.
“What would you do for me, Kale?”
“Anything. I swear. I’d do anything for you, Sir.”
Ian’s thumb stroked up along the hard ridge of Kale’s leather-covered cock. “Would you wear my stripes?”
“Yes.”
“Would you let me put my hand inside you? Until nothing exists but us?”
“Please...”
Ian gripped Kale’s chin and turned his head. His breath heated Kale’s lips when he spoke. “Would you wear my collar, Kale?”
Convinced his heart was going to burst, Kale dove into the kiss that followed, pouring every ounce of his heart and soul into it. Ian took possession of him, devouring him with lips, tongue, and teeth, plundering the depths of his mouth until Kale forgot where they were, lost in Ian’s kiss. Only when Ian pulled back did Kale remember they were even in public.
“I think it’s time to see our room for the next few hours.”
Kale nodded mutely and Ian took his arm, winding a slow path through the crowd. At Onyx, Kale knew where everything was and he rarely ran into anything. Here, though, he was completely disoriented. He kept his cane one step ahead of him, confident in Ian to keep from running into anyone. When they stopped, it was in what felt like a hallway. The music was quieter but still provided a bit of ambiance. Kale heard a door open and Ian propelled him into a room, the door closing behind them with an audible click.
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