Grant: A M/m BDSM Romance (Bound & Controlled Book 3)

by Shaw Montgomery

  They looked at one another and seemed to be having a silent discussion before Mrs. Jenkins leaned close. “How much is a little?”

  “At least make sure the guy is gay first.” Carter shrugged helplessly. He tried to think back to his first awkward conversations with Wyatt. “Maybe hint that bakery guy is a little interesting, not say kinky exactly, but talk around it.”

  He received an innocent smile from all the ladies and got a sinking feeling. The redhead smiled the biggest. “How would you describe puppy play to someone new to the fetish community?”

  He was going to die surrounded by crazy women.

  Chapter 14

  Grant

  Leaning over in his seat, Grant gave Carter a quick peck on the lips. “Chinese sound good to you? I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.”

  Carter smiled, leaning back against the seat. “Sure. Sounds good.”

  “Perfect.” Grant put the car into reverse and backed out of Carter’s driveway. He’d been very well-behaved as he picked up Carter. Wanting to get a feel for his sub’s mood before he jumped into the reward or punishment part of the evening, he thought they’d talk about dinner and their day first.

  Carter had a different plan.

  “I was very good today.” His voice was light and teasing. Grant glanced over to see Carter’s eyes sparkling with laughter and desire.

  “You didn’t touch yourself at all?” Grant had been busy enough that he’d only managed a few teasing texts and one short phone call over lunch as he’d prepared for his meetings. The next time they played the same game he was going to make it much harder on his boy.

  Much harder.

  Long, dirty texts and phone sex kind of difficult. He could already see it in his head. Carter’s voice stopped Grant’s mind from wandering too far. Still teasing, it was laced with heat, and Grant knew Carter had been looking forward to their evening as much as he had. “Not at all. I just wanted to make sure you knew I deserve a fabulous reward.”

  “I’ve got that planned out.” Grant let his voice go deep, passion heating his words. “I thought about it all afternoon. I even stopped somewhere after work to make sure I had everything I’d need to punish you or reward you. I have to admit, I’m not sure which would have been more fun.”

  Carter shivered, and a quick look let Grant see that his words had the desired effect. Carter’s hardening cock was starting to tent his skirt. The long material was light and full enough that Grant thought the movement of the fabric would hide Carter’s arousal. It was also going to make the evening more fun.

  Taking one hand off the wheel, Grant reached over and draped it on Carter’s legs. Slow caresses he hoped seemed fairly innocent had more shivers running through Carter. Grant had to push back a wicked smile. He wasn’t going to make it easy for his sub to behave. He hadn’t pushed his sub too hard that day, but Grant couldn’t let that continue.

  Carter would be disappointed if it wasn’t a little bit torturous.

  At least, that’s what he was going to tell himself until Carter said otherwise. The way the sub had taken to spankings and the little playing they’d done made Grant think he was on the right track. Letting his fingers slowly caress Carter’s leg as he carefully worked his way closer to Carter’s groin, Grant started asking questions about his day.

  Carter squeaked, then tried to cover it up with a cough. “My day?”

  “Yes. I didn’t get to talk to as much as I wanted today. One meeting after another.” He wasn’t exaggerating, either. Several meetings with restaurant owners about new policies had left him hungry and ready to skip out early. The smells that always came in with them, plus all the talk about food, made it hard to ignore his rumbling stomach.

  “Mine was fairly busy.” Carter shifted in his seat but made no move to adjust Grant’s wandering hand. “I had several good sales. Some of the larger pieces that I was afraid wouldn’t find a home. People make impulse purchases of the smaller items all the time, but not so much when it comes to a couch or full dining room set.”

  “That’s great.”

  Carter smiled, for the moment distracted from Grant’s touch. “I was surprised. It means I’m going to have to rearrange things in the store and look for some new pieces to add. I know someone who does estate sales down in North Carolina. I’m going to give her a call and see what kinds of things she’s been seeing. I got several good tables from her last year and the couch that just sold.”

  “Were they just random sales, or have you done something different?” Grant loved that he and Carter could talk about more than just BDSM. They’d spent countless hours over the past couple of weeks talking about marketing and business plans. They were getting to know each other on what he felt was a deeper level than just finding out Carter’s favorite color.

  Which was an odd color of blue that wasn’t called blue but had something to do with the ocean.

  Carter laughed. “I have this group of women who come in on a regular basis for gossip. They love Wyatt with his oversharing and lack of filter. Well, they came in today wanting to get some advice about fixing up two guys. That’s a crazy story that I’ll have to tell you about later. I guess they’ve been in so often lately that they finally broke down and bought the pieces they’d been eyeing. Who knows, it might have been guilt about making me nuts, but I’ll take it because I’ve earned the sales. Those crazy old ladies make me insane.”

  Grant smiled and couldn’t wait to hear the rest of the story. “I’m having a hard time picturing older women stalking your store for gossip.”

  “They’re terrible.” Carter shook his head. “And Wyatt always plays right into their hands, telling them everything they want to know. It started with just one of the women, but then they all started trickling in for good gossip and antiques. Some days it feels like I should charge admission.”

  Their casual conversation continued until they got to the restaurant. Carter had done his best to ignore Grant’s touch but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. By the time they parked, Grant had his fingers caressing the length of Carter’s hard cock while Carter’s fingers dug into the sides of the seat. He was doing his best to be good, but with Grant pushing his resolve at every turn, he was starting to lose the battle.

  Turning off the car, Grant looked over at Carter and gave him an innocent look. “You ready for dinner?”

  Carter let out a low huff of frustration but took a deep breath and nodded. It would have been more believable, but Grant could feel the way Carter’s cock jerked and strained against his panties. Letting his hand slide over Carter’s erection, Grant shook his head. “I’m not sure you are. I don’t think I can take you in like this.”

  Slouching back in the seat, Carter gave him a skeptical look. Smart man, Grant thought with a grin. “I think we have to do something about this. I wouldn’t want you to get tempted to disobey and lose out on your reward. You don’t want that, do you?”

  Carter shook his head, narrowing his eyes. “No, I want my reward. I was good.”

  “Then you agree that something has to be done.” Grant gave him a smile that was far from sweet. “Pull up your skirt for me. I have something that will help.”

  “What? Pull up…” Carter was shocked, but Grant could see interest flaring in his eyes. Looking around outside the car, Carter relaxed as he realized they were at the back of the lot, well away from prying eyes. “What are you going to do?”

  Grant cocked an eyebrow and gave him a questioning look before reaching behind his seat to the bag. He’d gotten everything ready before leaving the store, so it was easy to pull out the cock ring. Carter’s eyes widened. Grant would have worried, but the sexy way Carter licked his lips and started nibbling on the bottom one let him know Carter wasn’t upset—just surprised.

  When Carter’s hands went down to start drawing up his skirt, Grant’s cock started to throb. He’d be the one to need a ring if he couldn’t keep his arousal under control. Knowing what was going to happen had pleasure
coursing through him.

  Carter’s hands were shaking by the time he’d pulled the skirt up far enough to bare his panties. They were very similar to the white pair that Grant loved. This time they were blue and looked like they would offer more support, which would be a good thing since Grant was going to make him even more turned on.

  When Grant reached over and pulled the silky front down, Carter looked like he wasn’t breathing. His teeth were working his bottom lip so hard, Grant was afraid he’d make it bleed. Leaning over, Grant gave Carter a deep kiss. Using the distraction to free Carter’s cock, he slid his hand up and down the rigid length, swallowing Carter’s moan of pleasure.

  Pulling back, Grant gave him one last quick peck as he teased Carter’s erection. “We can’t have this getting out of control in the restaurant.”

  Carter’s brain hadn’t caught up to what was going to happen, because he just nodded with a stunned look on his face. Not wanting to push his luck, Grant kept the playing to a minimum as he wrapped the restraint around Carter’s dick.

  When Carter was secure, Grant tucked him back in his panties and arranged him as comfortably as he could. They wouldn’t be eating for long, but he didn’t want Carter to be too frustrated. Smoothing down the front of the floaty skirt, Grant gave him one more kiss and one last long caress.

  “Ready?” Grant smiled at Carter’s slow nod. “Safewords are red to stop and yellow to slow down. Do you need a minute?”

  He wasn’t going to ask if Carter wanted him to take it off. He knew Carter wouldn’t hesitate to let him know if something didn’t turn him on. Carter was just a little bit uncertain about what did arouse him. Grant didn’t mind pushing a little so he could figure it out.

  “Red and yellow.” Speaking slowly and carefully, Grant thought his sub’s brain was still coming back online. Carter finally shook his head like a dog clearing his coat of water and found his voice. “No. I’m ready.” Clearing his throat, he continued, “I’ve been hungry for most of the day. The crazy ladies came in just as I was going to grab something in the back. By the time they left, I was too distracted to eat.”

  Smiling, Grant took the key out of the ignition and opened his door. “Let’s go, then. I’m starving.” Then, with one last teasing pat to Carter’s arousal because he really couldn’t help himself, Grant hopped out of the car listening to Carter growl about getting his big lug back.

  Grant couldn’t wait to see what kind of revenge Carter would get on him. He knew he’d deserve it by the end of dinner—because they were going to have fun.

  By the time they’d finished eating, Carter couldn’t seem to decide if he was going to jump Grant and take what he wanted, or if he was just going to kill him. Grant knew he probably had a screw loose, but he was thoroughly enjoying himself—and as frustrated as Carter was, he never called a halt to the teasing. His sub just liked to complain, but that didn’t seem to mean he was ready for the game to be over.

  The drive home was incredibly distracting. Carter’s little moans and wiggles had Grant ready to pull over and jump him. That seemed to be what Carter was aiming for, but it wasn’t the plan. One day he’d play that game, if it was something Carter was interested in.

  Grant had planned their night in great detail and he wasn’t going to be rushed. As they got closer to Carter’s house, Grant reached over and started rubbing slow circles around the head of Carter’s cock. It had leaked so much precum that the front of his skirt was damp. His panties had to be soaked.

  “Someone’s being a naughty boy. Distracting me and not letting me drive. I’m not sure if you’re being good enough to get your reward.” Grant hoped the darkness hid his smile as Carter let out a low, frustrated moan.

  “Please. I was good.” His words were low and breathy, need in every sound. “I didn’t touch myself all day. That was the rule.” Then he shot Grant a sharp look like he wasn’t going to let him change the rules now.

  “I guess.” Grant pressed a little harder and loved the gasp of pleasure that echoed in the car. “And you were very good in the restaurant. They didn’t even know that you had this under your clothes.”

  By the time they pulled in the yard, little mewling sounds were starting to escape Carter. Grant thought the ring might not hold him back much longer if they didn’t change things up. Helping Carter out of the car, the walk to the house and into Carter’s bedroom was the longest ever—for both of them. All they both wanted was for Carter to be naked and Grant to be touching him.

  They just had different expectations about how quickly they’d get to the part where Grant was naked too.

  Stripping Carter of his shirt and skirt, his beautiful sub stood in the bedroom in just his panties and tight, silky tank top. His cock strained against the fabric, the head poking out of the panties that were soaked with precum. As much as he’d teased Carter during their meal at the restaurant, they should probably be glad it hadn’t shown sooner.

  “God, you look…” Grant couldn’t find the words to explain how incredible Carter was. The feminine clothing caressing his hard cock—the contrast was beautiful. Grant didn’t know how everyone else couldn’t see it that way as well—masculine and feminine mixing together in the most incredible way.

  Carter’s smile was tender and frustrated, muscles shaking and hands clenched by his sides. Not in anger, but Grant knew that if he didn’t take more control of the situation, Carter wouldn’t be able to resist touching himself.

  Tossing the bag on the bed, Grant stepped close to him and cradled Carter’s face in his hands. Giving him the lightest, most tender kiss he could, Grant rubbed his thumbs on Carter’s cheeks, loving the way Carter flushed and blinked up at him, need and love showing in his eyes.

  “Up on the bed, pretty.” Giving him another quick kiss, Grant stepped back. “On your hands and knees facing the wall.”

  Carter’s gaze was foggy and unclear, but eventually the instructions broke through the need. Arms and legs not quite working right, it took him a minute to climb up and get himself settled. No embarrassment or awkwardness, desire and trust were the only things radiating from Carter.

  It made Grant’s heart tighten and he had to push back the emotions that were starting to rise. It wasn’t the time for that yet.

  Forcing his body to move, Grant walked over to the bed and got the next surprise out of the bag. Carter was straining to see what Grant was doing. When he saw what must have looked like stiff pink ribbon, he frowned.

  Grant grinned and stretched out the straps until it was clear. Carter gasped, which only made Grant’s smile more wicked. “I knew your bed was made for restraints the first time I saw it.”

  Moving slowly around the room, Grant attached the pink cuffs to the iron posts of the old-fashioned bed. Keeping one eye on Carter as he watched spellbound, Grant finished hooking them to the bed. They weren’t true BDSM restraints in the strictest sense, but he thought they’d feel less overwhelming for Carter since they wouldn’t be impossible to get out of on his own.

  With careful, deliberate movements, Grant reached out and wrapped the first one around Carter’s left arm. Leaving enough slack for Carter to be able to bend his arms and be comfortable, Grant wanted to give him the experience without making it too difficult. There would be time to play with other setups if Carter liked the feeling.

  Carter was still staring as Grant went around to attach the cuff to his other arm. Carter didn’t use his safeword and Grant could see little shivers racing through his needy sub, so he didn’t worry about Carter’s lack of reaction. He knew he’d get a good one when he moved to the next part of their night.

  Climbing on the bed behind Carter, Grant let his hands slide up Carter’s soft legs. Grant wasn’t sure if he shaved or if he had less hair naturally, but he didn’t care. He just loved the way the smooth skin felt over the tight muscles and lean body beneath him.

  Carter was moaning and thrusting his hips back by the time Grant worked his way up to Carter’s ass. Teasing the edge of the pant
ies with one finger, he watched as Carter started to shake and his demanding sexy sub found his voice again.

  “Damn it, Grant.” Carter growled out the words, making Grant laugh.

  Giving Carter’s bottom a quick smack, he loved the gasp and deep moan that followed. Carter’s ass arched up and the words came out pleading, less demanding as he tried to figure out what would get him what he wanted. “Please, Grant.”

  Easing the panties over Carter’s ass, Grant palmed the full, beautiful muscles. “You’ve been very good. Don’t make me have to punish you now. You want that ring off your cock, don’t you?”

  Grant could have sworn he heard low cursing under Carter’s breath, but the only thing that came out loud enough to be sure was a frantic agreement. “YES!”

  Chuckling, which set off the grumbling again, Grant slid them down even lower until he could get them all the way off. He probably should have stripped Carter first, but he loved the way his sub’s ass looked in the silk and lace. They had to come off, though, because he needed more room than the panties would allow.

  He could easily picture keeping Carter clothed in the lace underwear and shoving them aside, taking him while he was still wearing the sexy things. That wasn’t the plan, though, but next time…Grant pushed the fantasy to the back of his head and moved to lay down behind Carter.

  Carter froze as he realized what was going to happen. Grant could feel his muscles twitching and shaking as his fingers gripped Carter’s hips to hold him still. At the first touch of his tongue to the smooth skin of his taint, Cater gasped and demanding words came flooding out.

  They didn’t quite make sense, but the overall theme was that Grant needed to hurry or Carter was going to hurt him. Grant decided that his sub needed a lesson in patience. Taking his time, Grant ignored Carter’s demands and slowly began to explore his lover’s body.

  Lapping at Carter’s balls, teasing circles around his tight hole, Grant kept him on the edge of insanity for longer than he thought Carter would hold out. Carter never used his safeword, though. His demands gradually faded away until all that came out were random words and sounds that didn’t make real sentences.