“That was fucking perfect.”
She still held on to his belt loop, and he hardcore liked it when she had yanked on him as she came. She tugged on something else in the middle of his chest, but he shoved that aside for another day.
He finally eased his fingers away from her swollen, slick folds and couldn’t resist bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, savoring her taste. It didn’t take much convincing to decide after he pierced her other nipple, he’d eat her hot snatch until he was full. And he had a damn big appetite.
He unwound the tight grip she had on his waist, laid her arm next to her thigh and rearranged her skirt the best he could. He hated to cover her beautiful pussy, and if she was in his playroom at The Library, he’d never allow her to be covered. But he knew she would be more comfortable if he indulged her modesty.
For now.
“I’m going to set up for your other nipple. Just lay there and I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go.”
He picked up her panties and stuffed them in the pocket of his jeans. He went to the sink to wash. Haleigh floated toward the land of the living after her monster orgasm, and she covered her eyes with the crook of her elbow.
“The next piercing is going to be a bit tougher. Your adrenaline has worn off so the pain is going to be sharper. But for you, I have a feeling that’s not going to be a problem.” He chuckled with how perfect everything was coming together as she lay there in the chair. Her hair was a mess, looking rumpled in the best of ways. He couldn’t wait to do it again. She was one of the most beautiful masochists he’d ever seen.
“Kyle’s not going to believe this when I tell him. Maybe you should come with me and we can talk to him together.”
At the mere mention of Kyle’s name it was like a bomb had gone off.
“Oh my God…”
Scott watched her brain switch online like she’d been zapped by a cattle prod. She snapped her bra together, clutching her blouse over the black lace as she struggled to sit up.
“What have we done?” She scrambled off the chair, grabbing her purse, throwing open the door like the space was the epicenter of the newest strain of Ebola.
The sound of water running filled the silence.
Water dripped from Scott’s fingers and elbows. His brain tried to kick back on…for the fourth time, from the same tiny female, on the same night.
He glimpsed the chair where her clip lay forgotten and heard the bell above the door chime, signaling her immediate departure.
“Great people skills, boss,” Oscar called from somewhere in the front room.
“Well, fuck.”
Chapter Five
An hour later Scott flashed his card at the gated entrance to The Library, a members-only BDSM club located in the industrial district of Arcadia, Kansas.
Jackson, one of the club’s Doms, who was also an employee, buzzed him in, giving him a two-fingered salute on the way past.
He sped down the tree-lined drive, making his way into the parking garage below ground. He parked and after he grabbed his bag entered the club through the private entry using the card reader mounted by the door.
Oscar left a few minutes before him and was already behind the bar getting hit on by one of the other members. His body language was a big fat no, but the Dom didn’t seem to notice. Scott shook his head, wondering when Oscar was going to meet his match. He just hoped he was there to see it.
Chris and Jared Kennedy, the owners of the club, sat in deep discussion at one of the tables along the far wall. Normally Scott would take a load off and talk for a few minutes, but arousal pounded through his system like a racehorse. Getting to Kyle, taking him, owning his body was the only goal.
He pushed open the door to his private playroom, latching on to the sight he knew he would find. Kyle was exactly where he was told to be, lying naked on the bed, jacking his long cock. The lights were dim, amplifying the wicked sensations running through Scott’s limbs.
He shed his clothes quickly, unable to let Kyle do it. He was too hot for him, and didn’t want it to be over before he got his fill.
“Up,” he barked. Kyle complied before Scott could make it over to the bed.
His nostrils flared upon seeing the wide black leather collar highlighted against the lighter flesh of Kyle’s throat. D-rings winked in the darkness, making it a rather heady sight to behold. Kyle’s collar was plain leather but still unique. Branded inside, it said, “Property of Scott Preston.”
Ownership was nine-tenths of the law. That made all the difference.
Scott grabbed Kyle’s hair and devoured his mouth, consuming his startled moan. His other hand latched onto Kyle’s cock and worked it for him, root to tip. He fucked his tongue into Kyle’s mouth to the same rhythm as he stroked his erection, rubbing his thumb along the super-sensitive patch of nerves below the head.
After too much time and not enough, he ripped his mouth away, both of them gasping for air. The edgy need from Scott multiplied, affecting Kyle in the same way. His steel-hard cock jumped in Scott’s fist, making his mouth water to taste him.
He spun Kyle, yanking his wrists behind him. Thank fuck he’d already put on his cuffs.
Control was the only way he had sex. If you searched for “top” in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of his face. With the delicious flavor of Haleigh’s pussy still tickling his taste buds, he barely got Kyle’s rings latched together. He trembled like a damn newbie.
Kyle was trained well enough to know when to speak, where to touch. He followed orders better than any submissive he’d ever been with. Under normal circumstances they didn’t use restraints. They didn’t have to. Tonight? If Kyle so much as accidentally brushed his erection, Scott was going to explode.
All he wanted to do was take him to the ground and fuck him like an animal. He didn’t want to lose the high yet. Sex was always amazing with him, but tonight? A near-violent need pounded through his limbs, settling in the erection jutting from his groin.
Kyle’s groan of approval threw Scott’s need higher.
He wrenched Kyle around, tracking his arousal. Kyle’s chest pumped with each inhale, his nipples peaked as Scott scraped them with his fingernails. His cock? A drop of pearly liquid perched atop the purple crown of silky flesh. A virginal sacrifice offered as a reward to the fiercest competitor.
Scott had no intention of losing tonight.
Kyle understood the rules, and Scott’s expectations, but his raised brow highlighted the evident knowledge something was different tonight.
Game. On.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Haleigh?”
“I…ah…did.” Kyle mumbled it, and even if he hadn’t been the worst liar on the planet, anyone could have heard the untruth.
“Really? Telling me you had a friend in high school named Haleigh counts as disclosure? In the two years we’ve been together, you told me how many times there was a girl out there you wanted to fuck?”
He heard a pin drop…in the parking garage.
“Exactly. You kept her a secret…from me.”
“I never thought I’d see her again. Maybe I was confused or something then. Guys did it for me. I wasn’t attracted to any girls ever, accept for…”
His voice trailed off, and Scott knew he’d been right about why Kyle had abandoned them in the shop earlier. She affected him now, the same way she did before, and he didn’t have a clue how to process it.
Scott had a few ideas. “Suck my dick and make it good. I’ve still got the smell of your girlfriend’s pussy in my nose, and you’re going to fix it.”
Scott forced him down. Kyle landed square on his knees. He opened his mouth, forming some kind of question, but Scott jammed his thumbs in the hollow of his jaw, holding it open. He stuffed his cock in, past Kyle’s teeth, scraping the head of his dick along his tongue. Kyle tried to jerk to the side, but suddenly relaxed. Submitting to Scott was something he had hard-coded in his genes. It was so fucking sexy.
“Open y
our throat for me, blow my mind.”
Kyle complied immediately, swallowing against the head of Scott’s throbbing cock. His rumble of pleasure nearly took Scott to his knees.
He released the pressure on his jaw, allowing Kyle to suck his shaft when he tugged it nearly free. He pushed inside, his control rising in the wake of Kyle’s submission.
He didn’t use teeth, just lips and suction.
Scott speared his fingers into Kyle’s shaggy blond hair and fucked his mouth simply because he could. Scott’s balls sucked up tight to his groin even without the added stimulation of Kyle handling his nuts like his last name was Ringling. Scott had to concentrate not to explode.
The entire time Kyle stared up, straight into Scott’s powerful gaze. He knew exactly who owned him, who was fucking him, and who commanded his body as well as his pleasure.
Scott yanked his dick free one stroke before the point of no return. Unmistakably, Kyle strained forward, trying to suck him in again.
They both froze.
He couldn’t remember the last time Kyle hadn’t followed a command, verbal or otherwise. He didn’t think he’d done it on purpose to be punished, but Scott nearly roared in triumph. Dealing with the error was exactly what he craved.
“I didn’t say I needed your mouth on my dick any longer, did I?”
“No, Sir,” came out haltingly and then the second infraction happened. Kyle focused on Scott’s dick for a split second, before concentrating on his face again. Scott yanked him up by his hair until he stood on shaky legs. Kyle moaned from the painful pleasure.
Scott grabbed some lube off the side table then shoved Kyle over to a spanking bench. He unlatched his wrists, shoving him onto the bench. He reattached the cuffs near the floor and deliberately stalked to the toy closet so Kyle could anticipate what he had planned.
He selected a black flogger, allowing it to swing beside his muscular thigh on the way over to his disobedient boyfriend.
“Count,” was all he had to say. Endorphins pumped through his system with the first strike on Kyle’s muscular ass.
“One,” Kyle moaned.
“Can’t hear you. Start over.” He brought the leather down again and Kyle forced more air into the count.
Scott turned his ass red, strike after strike, until sweat ran along his temples. The whoosh of the leather, followed by a groaned count. Kyle’s ass hole taunted him as he clenched it on each blow.
Soon it was too much temptation to deny.
He dropped the flogger, smearing lube on his cock as soon as his hands were free. He rimmed Kyle’s ass, nipping the hidden tattoo on the inside of his left thigh. Kyle’s knees went weak, and Scott chose that moment to push one lubricated finger inside his ass to prepare him. The smooth, hot channel flipped a switch in his head and he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood tall and proud, thrusting his cock inside his lover with one forceful plunge.
Kyle cried out, arching to get closer. He clenched his fists in time with each invasive penetration.
“Haleigh’s moans reminded me of yours. I pierced her nipple and she fucking loved the pain. My dick was so hard, just like it is now. And her pussy? So fucking sweet. I sucked her clit into my mouth, bit her and she exploded.” Kyle cursed, trembling beneath him. “It was her first orgasm—and it was all mine.”
“How could you?” Kyle asked, gritting his teeth, obviously trying not to come. “She’s so fragile. I’m sure she didn’t want you to—“
“She begged me for it.” Scott slapped his ass, grabbing one reddened ass cheek, using Kyle’s punished rear as leverage. He dug into his flesh, forcing his cock deeper until he glanced off Kyle’s sweet spot high inside. “I don’t poach. You know me better than that. She didn’t understand what was happening to her. She’s a natural submissive. So fucking hot.”
Kyle clamped down on his shuttling dick, showing Scott how close he already was to blowing.
“I want to train her. To own her. The plans I have for you both…”
Before Kyle could answer, Scott seized a handful of his hair, riding his ass to completion. The orgasm exploded out of him, shooting along his spine, blasting from the tip of his cock, lodging in the hot depths of Kyle’s body.
His hips pumped erratically, moving the bench on a few of the thrusts. He whacked Kyle’s ass, reaching around to grab his throbbing erection. He’d barely closed his fist, squeezing the tip, when cum shot from the lickable slit at the top. Kyle’s muffled curse sounded so sweet to Scott’s ears. He fisted Kyle’s dick, sliding in his cum after it leaked onto his fingers.
He shoved inside his ass a few more times, riding out Kyle’s orgasm, writhing in the knowledge that it belonged to him.
Several minutes later, he came to with his teeth locked onto Kyle’s shoulder, both of them panting as if they’d finished a Tough Mudder marathon.
Sex had always been hot. But tonight?
It was better, hotter, sharper, sexier, dirtier…and he fucking loved it.
He pulled out with a groan, staring at Kyle’s ass, which quickly started to close. His seed creamed out every time his muscles contracted in post-orgasmic splendor. He unlatched him from the bench and moved him onto his knees on the ground. His lids were closed in sweet contemplation.
Scott grabbed a towel and wiped himself off.
“Eyes on me,” he barked.
Kyle blinked, focusing his dilated pupils on Scott’s face. Warmth rushed through Scott’s veins at the sheer joy reflected in Kyle’s avid attention. He hadn’t felt so close to anyone since he’d lost his brother. He owned Kyle. He was amazing. Rough. Sexy as fuck. Hottest sub he’d ever been with. Male or female.
He immediately pictured Haleigh on her knees, bound before him. His cock twitched to life. Lengthening with Kyle’s hot breath blowing across his wet shaft.
“Your next punishment’s already been earned. Coming without permission.” Kyle’s eyes flared, letting Scott know he didn’t realize he’d broken protocol for the third time in less than an hour. “You’re going to be so fucking sore tomorrow you won’t be able to sit without thinking of me. Get me hard again. I want back inside you.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kyle whispered past Scott’s dick before swallowing him whole.
* * * * *
One very enthusiastic blowjob and rough sex on the rug in the middle of the room later, Kyle was spaced out, lying on the bed while Scott spooned behind him.
His ass was sore, his cheeks were on fire from the punishment he’d taken from Scott’s hand, his flogger, and a single-tailed whip Scott had been saving for a special occasion.
He’d be sore for days after their session together, and he grinned, contemplating how wonderful reminders were.
Normally after hours of sex he was so crashed he couldn’t remember his own name, much less form a coherent thought. But tonight he couldn’t let go.
He knew the minute Scott walked inside that something was different. He was running at a higher frequency, which had been palpable. The air crackled with dark tension, making Kyle forget his training.
He’d broken protocol before he could get his mind around the shift. It was some of the best sex of his life and he couldn’t help but suppose it had something to do with seeing Haleigh earlier.
His girlfriend? What an odd comment to make earlier—
“It really wasn’t that odd. She is yours, isn’t she?”
He froze, wondering why in the hell he’d spoken out loud. “She was never mine.”
“But you wanted her to be. That’s a very important distinction for a gay man to have, don’t you think?”
He shrugged but remained silent.
Scott rolled him onto his back so he could lord over him. He traced the tribal tattoo on his left pectoral. There was a section in the middle Scott had deliberately left blank. He’d inked him several years ago, prior to him owning Kyle, telling him, “The center’s left open until something or someone makes you want to fill it in. You’ll know it when it’s right.”
“She’s a masochist,” Scott said, breaking into his contemplation.
Any words forming on his lips dissolved in his mouth.
“We’ve had an open relationship since we got together. To play here and there because it’s sexy and you like seeing me dominate pretty girls.”
“I do, and I’ve liked helping. Trapping Cyn’s wrists while Jared punished her, you licking her pussy as Chris fucked her mouth. Jesus it was hot. But we’ve talked about it. I know you’re cool with it. I just haven’t wanted to be with anybody else.”
“You’ve never had the urge to be with any of the women we’ve played with. Not even Cyn?”
She looked a bit like Haleigh, and Kyle wasn’t gonna bury his head in the sand and say he hadn’t noticed the resemblance.
“Cyn’s hot, but I didn’t want to have sex with her.”
“Haleigh? What about her? Would you like to have sex with her?”
He waited too long to answer. “Maybe,” was as honest as he was willing to go.
“You might want to check your dick before giving me a half-assed answer.”
Kyle glanced at his cock, which was hard as a rock. “Fucker,” he mumbled then pulled a sheet over his lap.
“Making a tent out of it isn’t going to make it go away.”
“I got it, okay? But seeing her today… It’s like the old uncertain me is right under my skin again. It sucks, but I’m also pumped because she was the best of me, you know?” He ran a hand through his hair and stared up at his Dom. “Were her nipples so amazingly beautiful after they were pierced?”
“Nipple.”
“What do you mean nipple?”
“I pierced one, got her off like the last space shuttle, then she bolted before I could do the other.”
Kyle stiffened but then deflated. This was no different than the other times Scott had been with a woman. Because it was Haleigh shouldn’t matter, but it sure fucking did. He tried shrugging it off. “Why? What did you do to her, other than licking her to orgasm? I remember what that tongue can do.”
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