The Master Arrives

by Julia Talbot

  Kane’s eyes flew open wide at the electric feeling that shot through him, his nipples going tight, his cock rising to full hardness in seconds, leaving him dizzy.

  Not boring at all.

  When Jess sat back, Kane found he was clutching Jess’ shirt, his fingers holding tight. He pried them loose so he could sink back into his own seat, trying to catch his breath.

  “Does this seem like a mistake?” Jess asked, sounding breathless himself.

  “No. No. It seems like a really good idea.” Kane reached down to adjust himself, only to have Jess gently take his hand.

  “Let’s leave that until we get home, hmm? I have plans for it.”

  Was this real? Jess seemed perfect. Like the Dom he’d always wanted. Gentle but firm.

  See? There he went again. Putting the cart before the horse. Still, he nodded, no less eager.

  “Good boy.” Jess bent to him one more time to kiss his cheek. “Hands on your knees once you buckle up.”

  He resisted the urge to say “yes, Sir,” but he did do as he was told, placing his hands on his knees. He took deep breaths, trying to slow his racing heart. Jess was making Kane crazy by doing nothing more than backing smoothly out of a parking place…

  The ride seemed to take forever, and he knew Jess was amping up the anticipation by staying quiet. The radio was on, playing some smoky jazz, but that was it. Kane was losing his mind.

  “Here we are, sweet boy.”

  He jumped when Jess spoke, and they were pulling in and parking at Jess’ place. He couldn’t wait to see the inside, to see what sort of personality Jess gave to his home.

  Jess had a condo in a lovely area, with a small garden of flowers and elaborately trimmed, tiny topiary out front.

  “How cute is that? Do you do that?”

  “The topiaries? No, the gardener does. No one else lets him have any fun, and he’s a real artist.”

  “That’s really cool.” He loved that Jess had connected with someone most people would ignore.

  “He has a ball.” Jess chuckled. “Odd as it sounds, I love to take pictures of his work. I’ll show you some.”

  He chuckled, but forgot all about the shrubs when he walked into Jess’ home. Everything about the place probably should have spoken to him of luxury, but instead it spoke of comfort. Sensual comfort. The entry had low light and a velvet chair sitting next to an old console table with a patina of age and furniture wax. Fresh flowers sat in a crystal vase atop it, a little velvet scarf under the vase, presumably to catch drips. Once they got into the living room, long, low leather couches sat in a semicircle, and a huge, overstuffed leather recliner took pride of place. The coffee table looked Victorian, a monster thing with an oval top and clawed legs, the wood grain super obvious. He felt like he was at the club, only everything was more worn in and built for a home.

  “I love it,” Kane said.

  “Do you?” Jess’ smile seemed genuinely pleased. “Some of my friends have been baffled over the years, expecting chrome and black and white.”

  “No, you would do that at the office to give people what they expect. This is for you.”

  “Very astute. Would you come sit with me?” Jess gestured into the room, so Kane headed toward one of the couches, but gasped when Jess snagged him and pulled him down in the big chair. He sprawled half on Jess’ lap, half on the arm of the chair, laughing breathlessly. “I’m selfish,” Jess murmured. “I want more kisses.”

  “Oh, me too.” Kane sat up, sliding his arms around Jess’ neck.

  Jess licked his lower lip, sending shivers down his spine. Kane’s nipples tightened, and his cock, which had flagged some, rose against his zipper once more, so fast it made him dizzy. Panting, Kane stared up into Jess’ eyes, caught by the need there.

  “I know we’re just here to touch and kiss, but I still want you to tell me your safeword.” Jess pressed a finger to his lips when he would have spoken. “That way if I should get all dommy and you want me to quit it, you can just stop everything.”

  Kane bit his lip. That was fair. Still, did he want to push that far into the scene right now? He was enjoying getting to know Jess the man…

  Then again, when Jess had called him “boy” he’d felt electricity hook him right through the balls.

  “Kingfish.”

  Jess tilted his head. “Well, I’m unlikely to forget that. Does it make you uncomfortable that I asked?”

  Clever man. “I feel like I want to separate the lifestyle from this, but at the same time I don’t know if we can. Being a Dom and a sub are so much a part of what we are.”

  “Exactly. I just want to make sure if I ever try to push for something you don’t want, even if it’s just the tiniest bit of lifestyle stuff and all you want is intimacy, that you feel safe telling me no. I can be dictatorial.”

  Kane had to smile. Just that declaration made him feel safe. He’d had more than one Dom insist that they knew what he needed and they would never do anything to hurt him. That he just needed to trust them. The best way to let a sub trust in a Dom was to let the sub ultimately know what they could handle and what they couldn’t on any given day. Kane touched Jess’ cheek. “Thank you.”

  Jess smiled. “I really like you, Kane. I need this all to be up front.”

  “I think that’s a good idea. I can be eager to trust and jump in too fast. We might just be well matched. Or disastrous.”

  “Oh, let’s hope against disastrous.” Jess reached down to grab his ass. “I want you pretty badly.”

  Kane jumped. This going back and forth from hard need to other ideas and discussions was leaving him a little uncertain, his body feeling as if he were having fever and chills. He could only flip the on and off switch so many times. “I want you too,” Kane admitted. “Are we going to go now, or do we have anything else to talk about?”

  Jess laughed, hugging him up against that broad chest. “I think we’re done talking.”

  “Oh, good.” He puckered up, asking for a kiss, knowing he was being a pushy bottom and not caring one bit. Humming, Jess took the kiss he offered, pulling him up until no one could even slide a credit card between them. He clung to Jess’ shoulders, moaning. More. Oh, he needed more of this.

  Kane turned so he straddled one of Jess’ thighs. Their bellies rubbed together, and below he felt the hardness Jess had for him, the rigid length and breadth of an amazing cock.

  Rubbing Kane’s ass with both big hands, Jess licked at his lips, then dove right back in, stealing Kane’s breath. His head was spinning, and he could hardly breathe, which seemed extreme for what little they’d done. Kane didn’t think anyone had ever gotten to him this fast. That was saying something, given his propensity to rush. The kisses went on and on until he could hardly see and he was panting. Kane wiggled, trying to get Jess to understand he needed to move to the next step without actually demanding it.

  “What do you want, boy?” Jess pinched his hip, the tiny sting of pain leaving him moaning.

  “Can we? We’re so… clothed.”

  A soft chuckle met that statement. “Take off your shirt, then, boy. Let me see you.”

  Kane nodded eagerly, sitting up all the way to unbutton his dress shirt. He wasn’t buff, really, but he had nothing to be ashamed of. Well, no one did, really, but Kane liked his body just fine. Jess helped him tug it off, and those hands slid over his bare skin for the first time. Oh, that was heavenly.

  “Do you wax?” Jess asked, thumbs smoothing over his collarbones.

  “I do, yes. I tried it once for a scene, and I loved it. I’m not uniformly fuzzy, you know? More… molting.”

  That soft chuckle came again, Jess’ laugh warm and wonderful. “It suits you very much. I can just imagine doing it for you, dripping hot wax on your tender places.”

  His breath caught. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  “Mmm.” Now Jess rubbed and plucked at his nipples. “Sensitive.”

  “Very.” In fact, Kane often tried to deflect people from them. Jess he
wanted to touch them. Maybe squeeze them. He got what he was thinking of, Jess plucking at them, pulling and turning, making his body sing. “I know you can’t read my mind,” he said, laughing breathlessly.

  “I’m reading your body. Your breath. The way your muscles quiver. You’re so responsive, Kane. It’s amazing.”

  Kane looked into Jess’ eyes again, going back over and over for reassurance. Yes. Jess was just as enthralled with him. He could see it.

  “More, sweet. I want to see all of you.” Jess tugged him up to an awkward kneeling position, almost on the arms of the chair, but he couldn’t spread that far. Then Jess popped open the button and zipper on his pants.

  Kane wiggled right out of them, kicking off his shoes while he got rid of the underwear. He felt super exposed being unclothed while Jess was still completely covered, but that was not unusual as a sub.

  A sudden vision of him kneeling naked at Jess’ feet in the dining room at Endless took his breath away. Collared and cuffed. Oh, God. He jerked, swaying back and forth.

  “What was that, boy? What were you thinking? Your pupils dilated very hard.”

  “You feel very good, Sir.”

  “Mmm. Are you lying to me, Kane?” Jess reached down to cup his cock and lift it, rubbing him up and down.

  “You make me think of things I never do.” He licked his lips. “I was thinking of how I would go to Endless for you. As a sub.”

  “Oh, I would show you off so well.” Jess kept at him, varying pressure and speed, working the skin at the tip of his dick and making him pant. “A dark green collar, in rich leather. A silver ring in your cock to claim it…”

  Kane danced. “Sir. Master Jess. The things you say.”

  “You make me want things too, Kane. It stuns me how quickly we’ve set into this, but I can’t regret it.” Jess tugged him closer, using his cock as a handle to lead him right in for a kiss.

  He moaned, fucking Jess’ grip. His body wanted to come, but his brain said to wait, impress Jess with his obedience. Jess had said his cock was his master’s now.

  “That’s it. Oh, boy, you make me hard as nails and so proud.”

  “What do you want, Sir?”

  “So many things. How about we change gears a bit, though, and you suck me?”

  “Oh, yes.” He slid eagerly to his knees on the floor. The rug was so deep and soft that his knees never even felt the pressure, and he reached for Jess’ zipper. Jess leaned back, raising those lean hips to give him access.

  He could smell Jess as soon as he got that zipper down, and he dug past the silk underwear to pull out a long, thick cock that made his mouth water. Kane always thought giving head was the ultimate in control for a sub. Nothing was more intimate than holding a man’s cock in his mouth, and he had to be very careful to give pleasure, not pain, while his sir was at his mercy.

  Another lick to his lips, and Kane bent to Jess’ dick, wrapping his mouth around the head before pushing down. He closed his eyes, feeling the incredible heat and softness of Jess’ skin, getting to know the flavor and scent of the man.

  “Very good, pet.” Stroking his hair, Jess watched him, breathing starting to speed.

  Kane hummed, because he was right where he wanted to be. His cheeks hollowed out, and he licked as far down as he could, almost to the base. Jess had neatly trimmed pubes, and they smelled musky and delicious. Kane loved to please, loved to make someone shake and shudder. So he closed his eyes and went down. Lick and suck, pull up with his lips pressed tight to the shaft. Up and down.

  Jess made this little sound, a hitch of his air intake followed by a tiny moan as he exhaled. That spoke volumes more than some of the theatrical grunts and groans his other lovers had given him, and he redoubled his efforts, bobbing his head, lips sealed over his teeth.

  “Slower, Kane. I want to savor this.” Jess put a hand on his head, immediately showing him the pace he was meant to follow. Kane would nod, but he couldn’t with his mouth so full. He wanted to please Jess, to make him moan and shake. “Better, love. Perfect.” Jess sounded proud, and didn’t that make him wiggle?

  Kane kept the rhythm, waiting for Jess to make the next move. Jess was the master.

  “Mmmm. Oh, your mouth it’s heaven, sweet. I could let you do this all day. Except I have other ideas for you.”

  He could hardly wait to know what those ideas were. Kane was rushing it; he always did. Jess gave him hope, which was really a terrible thing.

  Finally, Jess pulled him up, and Kane licked his swollen lips. “Do you want to know what comes next, Kane?”

  “Yes, Sir. So much.”

  “Me too.” Jess took Kane’s cock in hand, tugging him forward with it, gentle but not cautious. “Kiss me, boy.”

  He eagerly bent to do just that, finding Jess’ mouth with his. Oh, his lips felt too hot, sensitive rubbing against his master’s. The kiss went deep, Jess bending him back over one arm, giving him no time to breathe or think.

  Then Jess pulled away gently, turning him over so he lay face down over Jess’ legs. “Sir?”

  “Tell me what you like, Kane.” Jess smoothed one big hand over his ass. “Do you like to be spanked? Do you like to be filled?”

  Kane wiggled; everything Jess suggested made him even harder than he’d been before. Still… “I would love to be filled by you. The rest -- I would need a scene.”

  “Thank you for being honest, boy. I have all these thoughts about what to do, but simple is definitely best, hmm?” One finger pressed between his cheeks, prodding at his hole. The scratchy pressure made him pant. “There’s lube in the side table, as well as condoms. Will you get them?”

  Kane nodded, sliding back to the floor on his knees. He hadn’t been ordered to crawl, but he did, because he wanted to show Jess he was in the beginnings of his subspace. When he returned with the tiny tube of lube and condom packet, Jess stroked his hair.

  “Beautiful, graceful boy. Back over the knee, please.”

  Cheeks flaming, Kane draped himself back over those hard thighs, ass up in the air.

  “Lovely. Such a tight, sweet ass. I want to see it rosy. I want to cover it with delicate stripes, see a heavy plug stretching it.”

  His cock rose to new heights, his ass cheeks clenching. “Sir…”

  “Not this time, I know.” Jess stroked his skin one more time before popping the lid open on the lube. Kane braced himself for the invasion, but all he got was a dribble of shocking cold gel on his crack. Hissing, he arched and wiggled, trying to get away and get closer. “I love how you react to things, sweet boy.” Strong fingers rubbed along his crease, then Jess dipped them down to reach his hole. The circling, teasing touch nearly drove him mad, but Kane held on, hips rocking. “Not too much rubbing, hmm? I want you to come on my cock.”

  Kane gasped, stilling as his balls pulled up tighter. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. That’s good.” Jess opened him slowly, one wet finger working inside him, then another once he was begging for it, his mouth running far ahead of his brain.

  “More, please?” Kane arched his back, bearing down so he could accept another finger. When Jess added the third finger, the stretch had Kane gasping, stilling for a moment to try to accept it. Jess breathed with him, which helped, giving Kane something to focus on. He bore down then, taking what he’d asked for, and the lube did its job, easing the way.

  “So amazing. I could watch you all day.” Jess chuckled. “Well, if our bodies would let us. I don’t think they will. Maybe someday, hmm? We can milk you, empty you, and then I can play with you for hours.” The things Jess said made Kane dance, made his hips roll. He’d seen a demonstration on prostate milking at Endless once. It terrified and fascinated him. “You like that idea?” Jess asked carefully, fingers working in and out.

  “I would try it with you.”

  “Oh, sweet boy. Come here.” Jess managed to pull Kane up and around without ever removing those buried fingers. Kane cried out, his body on high alert, his nerve endings on fire. �
�The condom is right there, boy. Put it on me.” Jess jerked his chin to the arm of the couch.

  Kane had to lean sideways a little, which made Jess crook his fingers, pressing the spot that made Kane see stars. He panted, fumbling with the wrapper, but he managed to get Jess’ cock covered, get it lubed.

  “Are you ready to ride, Kane?”

  “Yes, Sir.” He nodded hard, wanting that hot cock inside him, wanting to feel them come together as one.

  “So am I.” Kane sucked in a deep breath, then rose up so Master Jess’ fingers could slip free. He let Jess arrange him just so, then sank down on that hard, thick rod, letting it fill him in one smooth movement. Kane bit his lip, his body adjusting slowly, his muscles clenching and releasing. “That’s it, boy. That’s perfect.” Jess held him by the hips, then set the pace by guiding him up and down. The pace was by far too leisurely, but when he tried to move faster, Jess slapped his hip just hard enough to sting. “No, sweet. When I say.”

  “Yes, Sir.” That little slap made his cock dance, made him shamefully happy.

  “Oh, Kane, you’re a marvel.” Jess slapped him again, this time more fully on his asscheek. The tiny pain had him clamping down on Jess’ cock inside him, muscles rippling. Kane closed his eyes, but Jess smacked him again, then again. “Look at me, boy.” His eyes popped open, and Kane stared down into Jess’ brown eyes, caught there between the cock and the hand spanking him into his subspace.

  “Faster now, Kane. Follow my rhythm.” The spanking set to in earnest, and he rocked back and forth and up and down in time, lost to Jess’ will. Kane couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more, as if he was a vessel for his master’s pleasure and nothing else. He could let go of all his worry.

  Kane’s cock leaked, drops of need sliding down the shaft, and when Jess slapped the head of his dick he screamed, the sound releasing years of tension. “Come for me, Kane. Let me see it.” So he did. He arched back until he was bent back halfway to the floor, Jess’ strong hands keeping him from falling. He shot, his seed falling on Jess’ chest and belly, his noises more like sobs now.