Blaze

by Christa Tomlinson

  Jordan tapped his elbow to get him to raise his arms a bit higher. “Back straight. Good. You’ll be naked for this of course. From here, your Dom will inspect you, make sure you’re taking care of your body, that you have no problems from previous play, and that you’ve followed any instructions given.”

  “That sounds like Doms have a lot of concern for their subs.”

  “Good Doms always do.”

  “What type of instructions might they give?”

  “A Dom might want his sub to remove their body hair. Or get tattoos if they’re into body art.”

  “Would you ask for any of that?”

  Jordan loved body art but he frowned at the thought of anything — metal, ink, or otherwise — marring Danny’s gorgeous brown skin. “I’ve seen your body and I’d want you to keep it exactly the way it is. I might even forbid you from getting a tattoo or piercing.”

  Danny’s eyebrows shot up. “Forbid?”

  “Yes.”

  “A Dom can do that?”

  “Depending on the relationship parameters agreed to, yes.” Jordan thought Danny’s surprised reaction was cute. “Release the pose. Gracefully,” he gently chided when Danny started to slump out of Inspect.

  Danny recovered, slowly lowering his arms to his side and bringing his feet together to stand in a more natural stance.

  “Nice.” He tapped a finger to Danny’s lip as he gave him the short praise.

  Danny smiled, and those twin dimples made an appearance. “Thank you.”

  “I’d like you to try one more pose. Then for your reward, we can do a short scene if you’d like.”

  “I would like.”

  “Okay. Last one for tonight is Bend.”

  He guided Danny through bending over with his feet spread as far apart as they would go. He was only able to grasp his calves today but Jordan was confident he would eventually be able to reach his ankles with stretching and practice. The position stretched Danny’s pants tight over his round little ass and Jordan’s body reacted to the gorgeous sight. Normally if he had a sub bent over like that for him, he was either spanking or fucking. Tonight, he couldn’t do anything but look. A disappointing situation to be in, but he had no one to blame for it but himself.

  “How does that feel?”

  Danny’s head hanging upside down between his legs caused his answer to come out a little breathless. “Very exposed.”

  Jordan smiled and just resisted caressing his upturned bottom. “That’s the point. From here your Dom will administer punishments that you’ve earned.”

  “I hope I don’t get any punishments ever if I have to stand like this.”

  That response, spoken in a pouty yet still breathless tone made Jordan laugh. “If they’re given in the right way, you’ll enjoy them, I promise.” He didn’t want to keep Danny in that position too long. “Okay. Stand back up. Slowly so the blood doesn’t rush out of your head.” Jordan watched Danny carefully as he stood, ready to assist him if he did get dizzy from the change in position. But he came up without any problems.

  “Good job. You’ll be a pro at that in no time.” Jordan stepped away for a moment to get him a bottle of water, twisting the cap off before he returned to pass it over. “Would you like your reward for doing so well?” he asked after Danny had drunk his fill. The color was still high in his face from bending over, but he responded immediately.

  “Yes.” An eager nod accompanied the answer.

  “Since you like being touched, I brought vampire gloves for us to play with tonight.” He pulled the black leather gloves with their small spikes on the palms and fingers from his pocket and held them up for Danny to see. “Would you like to try them?”

  Danny swallowed once before nodding. “Yes.”

  “Okay, then. Strip for me.”

  Danny took off the tight shirt and pants he wore and put them to the side with his shoes. He had on another pair of tiny, square cut briefs, these in a candy apple red.

  “Stand with your back against the wall.” He could have had Danny lie down on the table again. But this way he got to be closer to him. “Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them.” Jordan hadn’t brought any restraints with him. That was on purpose. He wanted Danny to have the sense of being restrained while allowing his trust in Jordan to grow before he was actually cuffed or tied up. He moved to stand in front of Danny. As he tugged on the gloves, he explained how they worked, while Danny studied the kink toys on his hands.

  “These are leather. Embedded in the fingertips are spikes. When I brush them over your skin, you’ll feel scratching. They can be used for more intense play, squeezing and spanks hurt and draw blood. But we won’t go there tonight. Light touches only, okay?

  “Okay.”

  Finished with his explanation, he checked in to make sure Danny was still on board. “Tell me you want to feel these against your skin, Danny.”

  “I do.”

  “What’s your safeword?”

  “Exposure.”

  “Good. Close your eyes.”

  Danny pulled in a deep breath, his eyes falling closed on the exhale.

  Warmth bloomed in Jordan’s chest at the trust Danny gave to him. In return, he planned to give this sweet man the perfect sensation play experience. There were lots of places to begin on Danny’s gorgeous body. Jordan chose to go for one that was sensitive but not as obvious.

  He took one finger, and brushed it over the shell of Danny’s ear. The touch earned him a shiver. Jordan brought another finger into play and traced them down the length of Danny’s neck. Danny responded by lifting his chin, granting access to the area. Jordan smiled. He brushed his thumb over the rapid pulse at the base of this throat. With each touch he never pressed or squeezed, only caressed with slow, careful sweeps, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

  He checked to make sure Danny’s eyes were still closed. They were, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. His lips were parted and face flushed a warm, earthy brown as he breathed in shallow pants. When Jordan hit a sensitive spot, Danny’s brows drew together, and a soft whimper mixed with an exhalation of breath escaped him.

  Jordan stayed there, stroking his fingers back and forth working to gain more of those whimpers. Then he took his hands down, skimming them along the sides of Danny’s torso until he reached the waistband of his briefs. Using one finger, he followed the path of the covered elastic, circling around to Danny’s back to trace spike-covered fingers up the curve of his spine. That earned him a full body shudder.

  Jordan went to his knees before Danny. Reaching out with both spike-covered hands, he placed a palm on each of Danny’s slender thighs. Then, he lightly pressed in with his thumbs. “Open your legs,” he commanded in a husky whisper.

  Danny shifted, stepping out with one foot.

  “Keep your eyes closed,” he said as he stroked up the inside of legs finely dusted with black hair. He leaned in, bringing his face close to the outline of a stiff cock and full balls behind red cotton, to breathe in the warm musk of Danny’s arousal. He smelled good, the scent making his mouth water, yearning to taste it on his tongue. Biting back a frustrated groan, Jordan shook off the want and eased back. “How do you feel, Danny?”

  “Amazing,” Danny answered in a low, awed voice.

  Jordan slipped his fingers beneath the hem of the red briefs, teasing the sliver of ass he found. “Does that mean you like this?”

  “Yes.” Danny dutifully kept his hands behind his back but he restlessly wiggled against the wall. “Jordan, I...” He bit his lip, stopping whatever he was going to say next.

  Jordan rose to his feet. He crowded in close, leaving only a whisper of space between their bodies. “Look at me.” Danny opened his eyes and stared up at Jordan. His pupils were blown wide, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Talk to me, Danny. Tell me what you need.” Jordan made the demand even as he continued the sharp caress with the vampire gloves.

  “I know you said no sex but I need...” he trailed off,
a shiver running through him when Jordan again trailed a spike-covered finger down his spine.

  “You need to come,” Jordan filled in the rest of the sentence for him.

  After a moment, Danny answered with a shaky nod. “Yes.”

  “No sex doesn’t mean you can’t come. You can come without me fucking you, can’t you?”

  “I... Yes. I can.”

  “Then that’s what you’re going to do.” Jordan stopped caressing Danny in order to tug down his briefs, freeing his cock. “Take one hand from behind your back.”

  Danny immediately brought his right hand forward.

  “Touch yourself, angel.”

  With a soft cry, Danny obeyed and gripped his cock, his eyes falling shut as he started to stroke.

  Jordan watched him for a moment before calling for his attention. “Danny, look at me.” He waited until Danny opened his eyes again before continuing. “Do you want me to stop touching you while you do this?” He raised his hands off Danny’s hips, letting them hover just shy of contact.

  “No! Please don’t stop.”

  Jordan quickly returned his hands to their place on Danny’s warm skin. “I won’t, angel. I won’t stop until you come.” Danny groaned, and his hand started moving faster. Jordan denied himself the pleasure of watching but the sound of the quick, wet slide of flesh on flesh was enough to let him know that his little angel was close. That, and the sounds he made.

  “Ah! Ah!”

  Soft cries fell from rosy lips while Jordan caressed his torso, thumbs brushing over tight, hard nipples. He was content to only watch and touch... until Danny called out his name.

  “Ah, Jordan!”

  Hell. There was no way he could resist that. He leaned down and kissed Danny, tasting his name on plush lips and swallowing those sweet cries. But it wasn’t enough. Jordan tore off one of the gloves and gripped Danny’s ass with his bare hand, squeezing hard. Danny’s hips jerked up at the tight hold and he cried out again, announcing his climax in between gasping breaths.

  “Coming! I’m... coming.”

  Jordan’s cock throbbed, begging for release. But unlike Danny, he had practice denying himself. He held himself back, burying the need to climax beneath an iron will. Danny’s kisses turned frantic, his body trembling as the orgasm ran through him, until with a final moan, he slumped back against the wall. With a barely noticeable sigh of regret, Jordan released the tight grip he had on Danny’s ass, switching to caressing him in soothing circles while the little sub recovered.

  “You did very well, sweetheart. So good.”

  Danny glanced up with heavy lidded eyes. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I’ll clean you up and then we’ll chill for a few minutes, okay?”

  “M’kay.”

  Jordan removed the remaining glove and went over to grab what he needed from the cart. Returning to Danny’s side, he gently wiped the cum from Danny’s hand and stomach. Once he was clean, they went to sit down on the couch in the same position as before, with Danny on his lap. But this time Jordan made sure to bring both water and the cream with him so he could tend to Danny’s skin without interruption. It was slightly awkward getting the jar open with his arms around his sated submissive but he managed.

  “You’re a really good teacher,” Danny said as he snuggled in closer.

  “You’re a really good student,” Jordan replied. Then he held back a groan when Danny shifted, his ass brushing Jordan’s still stiff cock. He surreptitiously moved the warm bundle on his lap out of the danger zone, giving his body room to cool down.

  As they sat there, quietly cuddling, Jordan’s erection eventually faded. But tension continued to hum through his veins. Since he wasn’t getting that tension out with a sexual release, he’d have to get it out on the streets fighting as Blaze. As Jordan rubbed Danny’s back, he almost felt sorry for the criminals he would encounter later that night.

  Chapter Eight

  A

  fter dropping Danny off at home, Jordan hit the streets with a furious energy born from sexual frustration. He stopped several muggings and assaults. Ended a high-speed police chase. He even shut down a drug house that had been causing problems for a neighborhood struggling to turn itself around.

  At the end of a long, busy night of fighting, Jordan returned home later than usual. The horizon hinted at the approaching day as the road opened up and he drove down into the underground tunnel. He fell into bed moments before sunlight began streaming into the room. It crossed his mind that he should get up to draw the curtains closed, but his body was too heavy with the need to sleep to move. With the curtains open, the light on Jordan’s face kept him from going completely under, and he drifted in that vague, gray place between sleep and awake.

  Jordan tossed and turned in the sheets, his body humming, tense and electric. His mind wouldn’t rest either. It buzzed with thoughts that morphed into dreams and back again. The thoughts and dreams all had the same theme — how badly he’d wanted to come last night. No. He wanted to come now.

  Suddenly Danny was there in front of him, lips parted as he moaned, eyes heavy-lidded, little body flushed and trembling on the edge of climax. Jordan strained both to reach him, and for release, but his efforts were futile. All he got was a familiar sense of frustration. A feeling that what he wanted was not allowed. He wasn’t allowed to climax with Danny.

  But this wasn’t real. Was it? Danny faded away, proving it was all a dream. He was alone so why couldn’t he come? Jordan struggled to find the answer to that question as his arousal climbed nearly to its peak. His cock ached and his balls were so tight and full he had to spread his legs beneath the twisted sheets for a small bit of relief. But a mental block prevented him from falling over the edge.

  Furious that he couldn’t have the release he craved, his body sought another outlet. His power rose, emanating from his body until the entire bedroom became charged with electricity. Jordan snapped awake right as it blasted out in an electric pulse. The bulbs in the bedside lamps exploded, glass shards falling onto the nightstands.

  Annoyed and exhausted, Jordan sighed and got out of bed to go and get the broom and trashcan from the kitchen. Most people had regular sex dreams and either woke to sticky underwear or got themselves off. Not him. His nocturnal emissions consisted of electric blasts that broke light bulbs.

  As he walked down the hall, his cock lay soft in his underwear. That surge of power hadn’t been nearly as satisfactory as a sexual climax but at least he wasn’t hard any more. After cleaning up the broken glass, Jordan showered, dressed in work clothes, then went back to the kitchen for a much-needed cup of coffee. The moment the hot brew was ready, he downed it in a few gulps, scalding his mouth in the process. He didn’t care, he needed that caffeine kick so he could get to work.

  It was too early for the shop to be open but he went down to the garage anyway. One of the assistants would be there in half an hour to get everything ready to open the business, and the crew would be in after that. Jordan had two paint jobs scheduled for today. A color-changing chameleon for a late model Range Rover, and a pink on pink for a classic Corvette. He’d primed them both yesterday so they were ready for their first coat. Still tired but counting on the caffeine to kick in soon, Jordan pulled on his respirator mask and got started.

  Pink pigment sprayed out of the paint gun, coating the side of the Rover. The back and forth motion was soothingly hypnotic, and he worked on autopilot while his mind turned inward to thoughts of Danny.

  He shouldn’t have kissed him last night. Not like that, while Danny was in the throes of a climax. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of his name falling from plush lips. He might have super powers but he wasn’t that strong. But now he worried that he’d given Danny mixed signals. Telling him he couldn’t get involved and then kissing him an hour later was about as clear as muddy Missouri River water.

  The plan he’d come up with was valid, there were Doms and subs who were able to work with people in the
scene while maintaining their distance. But he’d made one tactical error. He should have learned how to keep that necessary level of separation between him and Danny before he’d dived in. If he was going to continue his arrangement with Danny, he’d have to learn how to stay detached fast.

  The garage brightened, the overhead lights turning on with a quiet hum. The shop assistant had arrived. A few minutes later, the specialist staff began trickling in. Conversations started, boisterous greetings, traffic complaints, and discussions of the custom jobs each tech had on deck for the day. Jordan ignored the social interactions and continued working, even as Nina strolled up next to him.

  “Morning, boss.”

  Jordan didn’t look up when he answered. “Hey.”

  “So, uh... Did you mean to paint this ride bubble gum pink?”

  “What?”

  “The Corvette over there is supposed to get the pink body with hot pink racing stripes. This Range Rover is scheduled for a chameleon paint job.”

  Jordan stopped. Turned to look at the next bay over where the Corvette sat waiting. Turned back to look at the big vehicle in front of him, which was definitely not a Corvette. He was indeed painting the Rover pink. He’d been so in his head he hadn’t even realized what he was doing.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” Pissed at his mistake, Jordan yanked off his mask and dropped it on the floor.

  “Got something on your mind?” Nina dryly asked.

  Jordan cursed again under his breath before he answered her. “You could say that.”

  “Haven’t seen you this distracted since Ky-.”

  Jordan snapped his head up to look at her. “Don’t,” he bit out, stopping her before she could say the name. He didn’t want to hear even a mention of his ex when he was trying to decide what to do about Danny.

  Nina suddenly made a choked noise. “Hey, let’s go take a break.”

  “Not right now. I need to fix this mess,” he said with a wave toward the half pink — half primed luxury SUV. He expected Nina to leave him to it but she moved in close and lowered her voice.