He stood and stripped for me. With a slap on my hip, I rolled over. “Your ass is so thick now. I love it.” He played my cheeks like bongo drums then pulled them apart for a quick taste. “I’ve been dreaming about tonight for weeks. I haven’t fucked you in months.”
“Quit exaggerating,” I mumbled into the pillow, trying to recall the last time we’d had sex. The memory surfaced—three days before. I’d sucked Lucas off in the shower when he’d gotten home from the gym. My knees still ached.
“I’m not exaggerating,” Lucas said. He trailed kisses up my spine.
I studied him. The tenderness never left us. We’d been through long, dry patches. The weeks I’d spent in San Diego after my dad’s cancer was diagnosed and again after his passing. Lucas had broken his leg after falling on some ice three years before. We’d been through countless colds, flu bugs, stomach viruses and an unusually long stretch after Norah had come home. Lucas had been paranoid about her sleeping in her nursery, and I’d refused to have sex with our newborn daughter in the room. That standoff had lasted nearly a month. Other than that, I’d always made sure he never felt neglected sexually, the last residual paranoia I carried about our age difference.
“It’s not a complaint, love. I just missed you is all.” He bit my butt and murmured, “I missed this.”
I rolled over and tugged him down for a kiss. “It has been a while for that, I suppose.” I pulled him until he lay on top of me, held his face between my palms and gazed at him. My focus settled on the freckle in the middle of his lower lip that hadn’t changed. His eyes had little lines around the corners now. The two days of white-blond scruff couldn’t disguise his fuller, less boyish face. His once long hair was short—barely long enough for me to grab onto. Besides my favorite freckle, the only other part of his body that hadn’t changed was his stomach, which he worked at twice as hard to keep for me. I could stare at him all day and never categorize all the things I loved about him.
Lucas kissed my neck and chest before returning to my lips. Slightly dazed, he lifted his eyes and studied me. He reached for our lube and waited with a bemused smile. “Seriously. As much as I love your face, I want your ass, Kyle. Roll over and let me get you ready, unless you just want me to shove it in.”
Ten years hadn’t changed that part of him either and, while I had grown accustomed to his size, ‘shoving it in’ was still a hard pass where Lucas was concerned—which was not to say my attitude about rough sex hadn’t evolved considerably.
“Wait,” I laughed and pushed him off me so I could reach under the bed and grab the package I’d stashed there.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
Lucas lifted the lid of the box and gasped. As he stared down at the leather harness and flogger, his eyes brightened and his smile peeked out from around his hand. I pointed to the bedpost where I’d tied the end of the restraints Lucas had brought home over a year before. “Oh, fuck.” He pressed his palm to his erection.
I laughed. “Do you still want to?”
“Uh. Yeah. Like fuck yeah.”
“Then go change.”
Lucas hopped off the bed so fast he nearly slipped, and I watched him put the harness on and struggle to place the cock ring comfortably while he was only semi hard. The black leather transformed Lucas’ demeanor. He always exuded sexiness, but like that—crisscrossed in straps that seemed to accent every muscular line of his body—he sent chills up my spine. My body warmed with the anticipation.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
The baritone order instantly aroused me. I hesitated only briefly, to nod to the dresser. Lucas crossed the room and flipped on the small handheld camcorder we sometimes used. He palmed it and aimed it at me as I got on all fours.
“Fuck, baby. Look at that beautiful hole.” I shivered. He approached me and rubbed his free hand over my ass. I loved the way Lucas saw me through the camera. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his touch while he stroked my skin. His hand fell hard against the skin, and I flinched, but soft strokes lulled me back. Closing my eyes tight, I focused my mind on giving control to Lucas, of letting him own my pleasure, even if it meant scrambling the pain receptors in my brain. Another whack fell on my already-stinging flesh. I rocked back, seeking his soothing touch.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked.
“I want you to use me.” And it wasn’t a line. I wanted everything Lucas could give me.
“You want to be my slut, baby?”
“Yes.” I gulped. Lucas had cultivated my submissive side with close attention to my porn viewing. I still wasn’t an avid watcher, but when I did indulge, I definitely had a type. Before he’d retired, Cole had become my favorite porn star—besides Lucas, of course.
“Yes, what?” The crack of leather whipping through the air resounded behind me.
“Yes, Sir.”
Lucas’ smile sent energy into the room. The hairs on my body stood at attention with the shift in electricity. “That’s good, little slut. Tell Sir why I should stuff this pretty hole.”
“Because I need it, Sir.”
“Show me how bad you need it, baby. Beg me for it.”
“Please fuck me, Sir.” I twisted my head to gaze at him. The camera was still aimed at my hole as Lucas’ cock thumped against it. I pushed my ass back to him. He laughed and stood to set the camera on our bedside table.
“Show me you’re worth it.”
I rose from the bed and fell to my knees, peering up at Lucas. He laid his cock over my face. He yanked my hair back and, without hesitation, used his hand to swing his hard cock into my cheek. My mouth chased it, but Lucas kept it out of my reach. “That’s not how good sluts behave.”
I opened my mouth and clasped my hands behind my back. I lifted my face to him, and he spit into my mouth. The spray dripped from my skin and the act settled me further into the role. “Use me please, Sir.”
The swift intrusion into my throat made my eyes water. “Fuck. Such a good slut. Yeah. Don’t you dare fight it.”
I opened wider and relaxed my throat as Lucas’ pubic hairs tickled my nose. He pulled back and I gasped for air before his full length filled me again. “Take that cock, baby.”
My air choked off, and my body felt lighter. Lucas slapped me and covered me with his spit. Each time, a little more of my neurotic-self slipped away until I was Lucas’ perfect whore—a rentboy he’d picked up and taken into the bathroom stall to abuse, a helpless stable boy to a vicious billionaire. The details were irrelevant. I was a fantasy. Lucas’ fantasy.
When he finished abusing my mouth, he yanked my hair back and forced me to look at him. My body trembled as I awaited his next move.
“Open up.” He cupped my lower jaw and pulled down. With a free hand, he opened the bedside table and removed the O-ring gag and blindfold. He placed the silk tie around my eyes and the leather strap around my mouth and buckled it tight. We’d discovered it was too small for Lucas to fuck my throat with it on, but he loved me in it, my mouth forced open for him. He rubbed his length on my exposed tongue and used a thumb to wipe up the drool. “Get on the bed, slut.”
With his help, I rose to my feet. Since I couldn’t speak, I thought the words. Yes, Sir.
Lucas jostled me, and I let my limbs go pliant as he shifted me and clasped the wrist restraints into place. I lay on my stomach, cheek pressed to the mattress, drool dripping out of the side of my mouth, arms spread and locked into place. Despite the blindfold, I knew the camera was aimed at my face and the knowledge sent a thrill straight to my cock.
The bed dipped and the soft, supple leather of the flogger tails caressed my back. Air whistled from my nostrils as I prepared myself for its bite.
Even with preparation, the stung startled me. The first taste was followed by Lucas’ soothing palm. Then he continued until I grunted through the burn and clenched my hole in desperate need. The words filled my head. Yes, Sir. Please fuck me. Please use me. Please just give me release.
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br /> My ass was on fire by the time he’d finished but I no longer felt the pain. The only burn was deep inside me, a profound longing to have his body against mine anchoring me, to feel the weight of his cock slide between the angry flesh he’d created. I was where I longed to be—where his game took me, untethered from the constant doubts and fears. I was his slut. He was my Sir. He pulled apart my cheeks and teased something against my hole. I lifted my hips in search of some relief.
“Such an eager whore. Look how badly you want it.” He unbuckled my gag.
The first words from my mouth were, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Tell Sir what you need.”
“Fill my hole.”
“Which hole, slut? Tell Sir exactly what you need.”
“My ass. I need to feel that big cock in my ass, Sir. Fuck me.”
He circled my rim with his finger, and I moaned. “You’re not ready.”
Forgetting I was restrained, I lowered my arms. My cock throbbed at the tug of the binds. “Yes, please,” I whined. I lifted my hips and humped against the mattress. Lucas’ smack reignited the flaming skin on my ass. “Fuck,” I moaned.
He pushed my head to the mattress and licked my cheek. “I’m going to take care of my little slut tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Just be good and trust me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Lucas’ cock nudged my opening.
Just as soon as it was there, it was gone, replaced by the hot wetness of Lucas’ tongue. Since Lucas had discovered the ways to get me out of my own neurosis, he’d brought rimming into our sex life with a vengeance. The sluttier he could make the act, the better. He pierced my hole with his tongue and I moaned in ecstasy.
“Yeah, moan for me.” His stern command was honored immediately. “Beg for it.”
“Yeah. I want it, baby. Eat my ass.”
He went back to work with his tongue, and I yelped as he squeezed the mounds of my ass and pulled them apart to dive in farther. My hips pulsed with need. I could feel my wet hole quiver for him. “Fuck me, Lucas. Oh, God. I’m losing my mind. Sir, fuck me. Fuck me, please.”
“Fuck, Kyle. So sexy when you beg for me.”
“Yes, Sir. I need it. Use my hole. Fuck me hard. Jesus. Put it in, please.”
Lucas’ cock slammed home so hard that I choked on my own breath. He shoved my head to the mattress and held it there. I felt myself floating as the pain melded into a flicker of pleasure I could grasp on to. I cried out and thrashed against my binds. Awareness of Lucas’ punishing strokes flitted away, leaving my head swimming in a warm pool of nothingness. Subspace. Whatever it was called was like a light switch for my brain. Pleasure was the only sensation Lucas allowed me and pleasure was all I felt.
The sensation traveled down my spine and pooled in my balls, giving them a too-full feeling. Too tight. Too hot. Lucas reached up and freed one of my wrists. I clenched around his cock as he rolled me to my side and continued to fuck me relentlessly. “Yes. Fuck,” I seethed when the new angle rocked against my spot.
“There we go,” Lucas whispered. “You want my load to fill you? You better come for me.”
I reached for my dick and stroked but Lucas gripped my wrist and stilled it. “You don’t trust Sir to fuck the cum out of you, slut?”
I moaned and my cock throbbed.
“That’s a good boy. You take my dick so good.”
Lucas drew back and nailed my prostate full on. I yelped as an overwhelming surge of pleasure shot through me. He rocked into me a second time, and by the third, my dick leaped in a dry spasm. A flood of sensations crashed over me, wave after wave, and pulled me under. “There you go. Good, baby. Show me how much you love it.”
Lucas’ words alerted me to my orgasm as I shook against him. He dug his fingers into my wrist that was pressed tight over my chest. “Yeah,” Lucas moaned into my ear, and the force of his orgasm warmed my entire body. We stayed connected, panting and exhausted until I lifted my arm.
“Sorry,” Lucas breathed and rushed to untie my other wrist and massaged it. Smiling at me, he reached for his camera. “Fuck, that was something.”
“Yeah,” I moaned and rolled over onto my stomach. “I need a nap,” I sighed, settling into the mattress. I turned to smile at him, our silent acknowledgment of how good we were together.
We cuddled, his back against the headboard with my head on his lap. Laughing, he held the camera in one hand and stroked my hair with the other. His fingertips massaged my scalp, lulling me to a state of complete relaxation. I smiled to myself while our voices played quietly above my head. I’m wasn’t sure how much the bedside camera had caught, but the soundtrack alone would make it one Lucas would regularly jerk off to.
Lucas’ gentle laughter lifted me from my trance. “What?” I sat upright and flinched with discomfort.
“Nothing. I was just remembering when you told me you’d never like whips as much as Cole and now you’re buying them for me to use on you. It only took me ten years to get you to fully embrace your kinky side.”
I shrugged. “I never said that.”
Lucas smirked at me and leaned to press his lips against my forehead. “It’s okay. You can pretend you’re still my innocent, slightly sexually repressed Kyle, the man I had to get tipsy to play daddy with me. Next time, in fact, I think we should do that nervous virgin roleplay again, but I want to top. That was hot.”
“I wasn’t that bad.”
“No, you weren’t,” Lucas admitted. “But I love when you let go for me.” Lucas tilted the video screen so I could watch, and I listened to moans and pleas that I hadn’t recalled making. I was loud. I was slutty. I was sexy.
The old me would have shirked in mortification, but Lucas had taught me to embrace the messy, fun side of sex. Sometimes we just played with our bodies, but the best times were when he played with my mind. There was something magical about knowing he could transport me to an alternate reality where I saw myself through his eyes. Whether I was the sexiest daddy in the world or his cock-hungry whore, Lucas took me to these places and made it safe for me to exist without embarrassment, without self-doubts, without stigma. “I love when you get me to let go.”
After we’d taken care of the most essential part of our celebration, we showered together and dressed for the romantic part of the evening—dinner at a trendy new steakhouse Lucas had dropped numerous hints about trying. I’d made the reservation a month ago and was still limited to a late seating.
The restaurant did its best impersonation of a classic New York City steakhouse. Oversized red leather booths lent a sense of privacy, and bright red roses on the crisp white tablecloth fed the romantic ambiance I’d hoped for.
The tablecloth and orientation shielded the space below the table from view. The fact that I noticed that spoke to the significant influence Lucas had on me over the years. I motioned to Lucas to slide into the booth first and he lifted his eyebrows. The next time we came, I’d be wearing a vibrating plug in my ass and Lucas would stroke my cock under the table the entire night. My pervy boy was getting more predictable as he aged.
We finished dinner well after nine. Stuffed full of the most tender filet I’d ever eaten and wine drunk, I sat back from the table three bites shy of my entire steak. Lucas ordered chocolate lava cake, but I’d tapped out. Eating that late was already hell on my stomach. Damn, I missed my metabolism.
“So, presents?” I proposed, pulling the small gift box from the pocket of my coat jacket.
Lucas beamed and pushed his empty plate out of the way. “But yours is at home.”
“That’s okay. I’m excited to give this to you.” I pushed the box toward him. “Ten years, nine months and sixteen days ago you proposed to me. It was the most perfect, romantic, special day of my life. I still can’t believe you found the exact spot we’d gone kayaking on our first trip to the lake and that you and Kayla had that picnic all arranged. To this day, I think it might have been the only secret she’s ever kept from me.”
Lucas smiled. My smile. He opened the box and gasped at the diamond channel set band that matched the one he’d presented me nearly eleven years ago. “Babe,” he exhaled.
“I didn’t have a chance to do this, and I wanted to.” I stood, kneeled on one knee and took his hand. “Baby, before you I thought of myself as just an average man. For forty years I lived every day thinking that I was happy enough, that life was good enough. Then, through some sort of crazy serendipity, you entered my life and said you’d enjoy changing my mind. And you took me on this amazing ride. I’d followed you that first day in the library, and I will follow you again—today and every day, for the rest of my life. The last ten years you’ve taught me to think of average as a curse word. Ordinary is an insult to the life we’ve lived. Would you do the great honor of being my husband for the rest of our lives?”
“Oh, Kyle.” Lucas clasped his hand over his mouth. I slid the ring next to his wedding band. “Of course, baby. I love our life.”
* * * *
Lucas was quiet on the trip home. He kept inspecting his hand then eyed me, smiling. “I’ve never regretted a moment of our life, Kyle. Not one second.”
“Me neither.”
“And I love our sex life.”
“Me too.”
“Okay, I just wanted to be clear. Even if you didn’t let me do all the kinky shit I wanted, it wouldn’t matter.”
I gaped at him because he was off…jittery about something. “You talk to your mom? Dad okay? Norah?” I asked.
Lucas nodded. “She’s having a blast. Mom made ice cream sundaes, and they were watching a movie. Dad was tired because the physical therapist came today. He’s doing well with the walker.”
We pulled into the driveway and entered our house together, his arm wrapped snug around my waist. I tossed my keys on the coffee table, and Lucas turned on the lights. He returned holding a manila envelope with a red bow and looking a little terrified.
I stared at him, perplexed by the undercurrent of tension. “If those are divorce papers, you’re out of luck. You’re stuck with me.”
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