by Kim Dare
His first instinct was to say no, he wanted his pet back in their apartment. He wanted everything settled between them once and for all, and there was no way in hell he was going to play out that scene in his car.
Jerry’s tongue flicked out to moisten his lips again. He hadn’t lifted his gaze from his master’s erection. Denton held back a moan at the sight of him so eager and ready to please.
For once, it was the sensible, objective part of him that put up its hand and voted for immediate sex. There was no point rushing home for a serious scene when his brain was settled so firmly below his belt. Trying to have that particular conversation when he couldn’t focus on anything his lover said because he was too busy fantasising about all the other things his submissive could be doing with his mouth was a sure way to send the scene to hell.
It was far better to take care of his lust right there in the car park than to muddy the situation when they got back to the house. Coming was important, but having a clear head to take care of Jerry in the scene he had planned was vital. That realisation made the decision for him.
Denton nodded his permission. He was tall. The driver’s seat was already pushed back almost as far as it would go. He adjusted the settings and let it slide back the last inch, giving Jerry as much room as he could.
His pet didn’t waste any time. He reached for his master’s belt the moment Denton straightened in his seat. A second later he had his fly undone. His hand slid past the tangle of material to guide his cock out from between the layers of cotton boxers and denim.
Pre-cum leaked from the tip. A dainty swipe of Jerry’s tongue and his pet swallowed it down, murmuring his approval as he rubbed his lips back and forth over the head. Vibrations shot straight up Denton’s spine. His hand moved to rest on the back of Jerry’s neck. It lingered there for a while, enjoying the feel of the leather under his palm as Jerry’s collar shifted with each movement of his throat.
His pet dipped his head further, taking the topmost inches of Denton’s shaft into his mouth. Liquid heat surrounded the glans, quickly followed by delicious suction. Jerry’s tongue swirled around the head, gathering up more pre-cum as it leaked into his mouth. He tilted his head to the side, letting Denton know that his pet remembered how much his master loved to see every detail.
The dominant stared down, watching his lover’s lips thin into a pale pink line as he slid his mouth down his erection. The suction increased as Jerry pulled back, his tongue danced against Denton’s cock as if his lover was more determined than ever to do anything and everything he could think of to offer his master pleasure.
No man in his right mind could watch the way Jerry went down on him and still believe his pet wasn’t gay. Denton dropped his head back against the head-rest as his pet pulled a groan of pleasure from deep within him. He reluctantly let his eyes fall closed, eager to watch, but needing to make it last too.
A noise from outside the car made him open his eyes again and turn his attention to the view out of the windshield.
The club door swung open. Several men walked across the car park. If Jerry heard them, he gave no sign of it. Denton took a slow deep breath and tried to study the impromptu little scene objectively.
Jerry was bowed down out of sight of the other men, perhaps a few of them would wonder why he was just sitting there in the car park. One or two might even guess why Jerry wasn’t in sight. But that wasn’t important right then. Other men were irrelevant. There was no need to change anything.
Peter waved as he walked across to his car, faithfully steered by his own submissive, Benedict. The collared man offered Denton slight smile as he guided his drunken master into the passenger seat of their car before he got in to drive them home.
Denton stroked his fingertips up Jerry’s bare back. His pet sucked harder around his shaft as he arched into the contact. Willing to indulge his lover’s desire to feel his master’s touch, to feel a man’s touch, Denton repeated the action with the palm of his hand, stroking the skin down along the line of Jerry’s spine until his fingers dipped between his lover’s buttocks.
Jerry whimpered and scrambled to shift his position and move his legs further apart in offering. Out of Jerry’s line of sight, Denton shook his head. It was bad enough feeling like a teenager who couldn’t control his cock well enough to wait until he was out of the car park. There was no way in hell either part of him was going to agree to scramble around in the confined space trying to find a way for a man his height to top his lover properly.
“When we get home,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “If you’re good and do as your master says, you might be allowed to come then.”
Jerry moaned his approval around his cock. His efforts to please his master re-doubled. The hands resting on Denton’s thighs to steady the submissive tightened their grip. He sucked hard and fast, his head bobbing over his lap more and more rapidly with each moment. Maybe he was in a rush to finish his master off so he could have his own turn, but it felt more like a simple need for a submissive to know he had pleased his master—for a gay man to know he had pleased his lover.
Denton tangled his fingers in Jerry’s hair. His hips thrust forward. He buried himself deep in his lover’s mouth as he came across his pet’s tongue. Muscles worked rapidly around his cock as Jerry sucked and swallowed as fast as he could, never missing a drop.
His yell when he came seemed to echo in the close confines of the car. By the time the silence came back, Jerry’s mood seemed to have changed. If there had been any inclination to rush before, all sign of it disappeared the moment the submissive tasted his master’s pleasure.
He sucked slowly and gently around Denton shaft as it softened in his mouth. For a few minutes, Denton found his own rush to be back at their apartment and starting the important scene of the night wasn’t so urgent either.
He stroked his fingers through the younger man’s hair, absentmindedly smoothing down those locks that stood up at strange angles after he’d taken hold of it. He let a few more minutes pass in peaceful silence before he prompted Jerry to lift his head.
His lover let his shaft slip from between his lips with obvious reluctance and looked up at him. Denton slipped his fingers into the younger man’s collar and pulled him close for a deep kiss.
There was a reason why the sensible part of him existed. Denton felt the taste of himself in his pet’s mouth ease his desire to rush in and damn the consequences a fraction more. For the first time since they left the club, he truly felt sane enough to drive, sane enough to lead the scene properly when they got home.
He unhooked his fingers from Jerry’s collar and nodded his approval.
“As you were.”
Jerry immediately sat back in his seat and resumed the position his master had ordered him into when they first sat in the car. As the last little detail fell into place and Jerry let his lips fall apart in offering, Denton felt his control over the world around him come back into complete focus.
Tidying up his own clothes, he put on Jerry’s seat belt before clicking his own into place. Practical considerations taken care of, he nodded once more. Decisions made. Brain back above belt. They were ready to tackle the important issues.
Putting the car into gear, he steered them out of the car park, trusting the tinted windows to take care of Jerry’s inclination towards modesty on the journey home.
As they drove through practically deserted streets, his lover’s breathing failed to settle into a proper relaxed rhythm. He seemed to be stuck on the edge, only needing a word to push him over, but lacking the permission he required before he could come. By the time Denton pulled into the car park under their building, Jerry’s eyes were dropping closed as he began to completely lose himself in the depths of his submission.
Denton left him sitting in that same position as he got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. Jerking the door open, he studied Jerry very carefully. He still hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Move freely. Get out
. Put your jeans on. Carry the rest.”
It would be a million to one chance if they ran into someone on the short journey up to the fifth floor at this time of night. The jeans were concession enough to make. Given the emotions still pounding through him right then, Denton was quietly pleased with the objective side of himself for remembering that jeans should be considered necessary.
Taking his pet by the wrist the moment he’d done up his fly, Denton walked him barefoot across the car park. He slowed his pace just enough to scan the floor in front of them for anything that might cut an unshod foot, but that was still the only allowance he was capable of right then. His grip around Jerry’s wrist remained firm until they stepped into their apartment.
When he finally let go of him, Jerry hesitated, suddenly looking a little lost and unsure of what was expected of him. A second later, he lowered himself to his knees at his master’s feet. One glance and Denton knew that his lover still sensed something off in his mood.
An orgasm might have given him back a little of his control, but hadn’t been enough to clear his need to get everything settled between them that night. Jerry obviously still sensed the tension running through his blood.
“I’m going to tie you up,” Denton told him, automatically offering his submissive a piece of concrete information to centre himself on.
As easily as he said the words, Denton saw Jerry relax. “Yes, master.”
“In the playroom. I want you naked and ready to stay in bondage for several hours by the time I enter the room. Offer your wrists and ankles to the central shackles. Leave your clothes here.”
“Yes, master.”
Jerry removed his jeans and went quickly into the playroom that had been created out of the apartment’s second bedroom. He left the door ajar behind him the way Denton’s rules demanded, as if it no longer even occurred to him that he could ever be closed in there without his master.
Seeing his willingness to obey every rule he’d ever set for the younger man once more eased Denton’s rush to start the game immediately, or at least made him remember that Jerry’s submission was too precious to be dealt with hastily. Forcing himself to be patient, he made a conscious effort to bring his emotions even further under his control before he walked into the scene.
Pacing across to the window, he looked down over the street outside. It was late and quiet. Not a thing moved. There was nothing to distract him from his desire to have the issued settled once and for all.
Denton took a deep breath. Tonight had been a long time in coming, but it was definitely time. That was one thing that every warring side of his personality could agree on. His reaction to Peter’s casual mention of the subject was all the proof he need. Anything that made him feel so out of control couldn’t be tolerated. It wasn’t fair to either of them. Jerry deserved a master who was in control of every aspect of their lives.
He looked across to the playroom door as he considered the scene ahead of them. All sounds of Jerry moving about within the room had already ceased. Denton had seen him under the shackles often enough to know the picture he would present. Standing in the middle of the room, wrists touching the outer edge of the padded leather restraints hanging from the ceiling, ankles likewise touching those bolted to the floor at his feet. His pet would wait there, bound by nothing more than his master’s command, for as long as Denton demanded—his body and his submission laid out for his master to view at his convenience.
Denton let him wait a little while longer, while he ran the scene he wanted to conduct over and over inside his head, looking for things that might go wrong. It was essential that he be able to deal with any problem that might arise in the scene calmly and efficiently, without any hint of weakness—perhaps more so on this occasion than ever before.
It was a master’s responsibility to look after his submissive. He couldn’t let the scene hurt his pet. But Denton reminded himself it was also his responsibility to challenge the man under his protection, to encourage him to grow and to make progress in his submission as well as within his life in general, to help him be as perfect as he could be.
That’s what he was doing, Denton repeated to himself. He was helping Jerry to take a leap forward. He was acting exactly as a good master should. He was doing this for Jerry. His own feelings on this particular topic had to become irrelevant now that the scene was going to start in earnest. It could only be about being a good master to the man he loved.
Denton nodded to the view out the window. It was time.
Chapter Two
Jerry Clarke took a deep breath and let it out very slowly, forcing his body to bring itself back under his conscious control as he stood in the centre of the playroom and waited for his master to bind him to the cuffs.
His master would be there soon, the worry inside him would settle and he would feel safe in his submission again. He knew that. It always happened that way. Knowing it didn’t make it any easier to stand there and wait. His teeth worried his bottom lip as his eyes fell closed.
Nothing was wrong.
He hadn’t done anything wrong. His master wanted to play, not punish. He hadn’t done anything that would warrant a punishment, and his master was always scrupulously fair about such things. The same line of thought ran around and around inside his head, looping in circles, but it didn’t change the fact that his master’s mood wasn’t one of those he was familiar with.
Something was wrong.
The playroom door closed with a click. Jerry’s eyes sprang open. He stared across at his master. Denton wore the same serious expression that had lingered around his eyes since he’d announced they were going to leave the club.
He walked across to him without a word and stood close in front of him as he buckled the cuffs around his wrists and his ankles. His master’s clothes brushed against Jerry’s naked body, tempting him to hope for real contact, but the moment the restraints were in place, Denton stepped back.
“Submission isn’t always easy,” his master announced.
Jerry lowered his gaze, not sure what to say in response.
Denton threaded his fingers through his hair and tugged gently, making him look up. It was such a familiar touch, such a familiar action, it calmed Jerry’s worries a little.
When Denton’s hand was buried in his hair, it was easy to let his mind slip back to the car park when his head was bent over his master’s lap and he knew exactly what his master expected of him and exactly how he could please the older man. He licked his lips and swallowed down the lingering taste of his master’s pleasure.
Everything was fine.
“You understand that it is your master’s place to make sure that you make progress as a submissive and as a man?”
“Yes, master,” Jerry whispered.
Denton stared down at him for a long time.
Jerry cleared his throat as nerves built inside him all over again. “If I’ve done something that has displeased you, master—”
The dominant cut him off with a shake of his head.
Jerry stared up at the taller man, pushing the scene in the car out of his head as he tried to read what his master wanted from him now. “I can learn to be different, if I—”
Denton smiled slightly and stroked his cheek with the back of his knuckles while his other hand remained firmly tangled in his hair. “You don’t need to be different. I am very pleased with you, just as you are. But it is well past time you faced certain facts about yourself.”
Jerry frowned, annoyed with himself for not being able to understand. “Master?”
Denton’s hand dropped from his cheek to his collar and trailed along the line of the leather. For one horrible moment, Jerry imagined his master would take the mark away. It was a groundless sort of panic, but that didn’t make it any easier to push the sudden rush of emotion aside. He swallowed again, just to feel the reassuring movement of leather around his throat, reminding him who he belonged to.
His master’s hand trailed lower, caressing his skin
along his collarbone before stroking back up his neck to touch his face. Leaning into his master’s touch the way he always did, Jerry stared up at him and once more tried to work out what was going on. A frown creased between Denton’s dark brows, but he seemed to be deep in thought rather than genuinely displeased with his pet.
Jerry swallowed again as his master stared back at him. “Master?” he asked.
Denton’s lips twitched into a smile. “You’re a fantastic submissive.”
Jerry offered him a tentative smile at the unexpected compliment.
“But a tendency towards submission can make a man somewhat less than certain about some parts of his life.”
Until that evening, Jerry had been pretty damn sure he was certain about every part of his life. Since he’d come under his master’s protection, his life had been all about that concrete sort of certainty that he loved. “I’m sure I want to belong to you, master,” he offered.
A smile flickered over Denton’s lips again. “I’ve never doubted that. This isn’t about me.”
Jerry looked down, sure that he should understand what his master wanted from him, but unable to follow the older man’s thoughts.
“How long has it been since you had sex with a woman?”
That made Jerry raise his gaze for a moment, but he quickly looked away. His master knew the answer full well. “Three years, master.”
“And have you missed having sex with women in those three years?” Denton asked, his hand stroking down his neck and along his collar bone again.
Jerry shook his head as the skin under Denton’s touch began to tingle with pleasure at being the focus of so much unexpected attention.
“Real answers,” his master ordered.
“No, master, I haven’t.” For a large part of that time he’d belonged to Denton. “I haven’t missed having sex with other men ei—”
Denton touched his lips, silencing him as effectively with one fingertip as anyone else could with their whole hand, easily stopping him from saying that he didn’t miss having sex with anyone but his master.