Leashes & Lace Books 1-3: MM Romance Boxed Set

by Shaw Montgomery

  Doing his best to obey, even when all he wanted to do was come, Eli pushed off the wall and started to walk over on slightly unsteady legs. His eyes were unfocused and filled with desire, but there was also the submission that had moved through him as he’d relaxed and accepted that I was serious.

  His trust was touching. I knew he had to have debated and argued with himself about what he wanted, and if I was honest about what I wanted from him. But I wasn’t going to give him any reason to second-guess that decision.

  Moving to the bed, I set my camera down and reached for Eli’s shirt. Unbuttoning it slowly, I started to talk again. “We’re going to try some of the props you grabbed for us. I bet you have others, though. We’ll need to try them next time.”

  Letting my fingers caress the delicate skin that started peeking through the opening, I kept up the slow process of stripping him. Shivers raced through Eli as I continued to work my way down the buttons. “You’re going to let me take your picture again, aren’t you?”

  My hands brushed against his hard cock as I freed the last of the buttons. Eli gave a low moan as he nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. Giving his dick a light swat that had him gasping and arching closer to me, I frowned at him. “That wasn’t a very polite way to respond, was it? Let’s try that again.”

  Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I gave it a long, slow caress. “You want to take more pictures, don’t you, Eli? You want to pose for me while I dress you up and see how incredible you’ll look?”

  Eli gasped, and I could almost feel him trying to find the words. Finally, he seemed to force them out. “More pictures…yes…”

  Rubbing the pad of my thumb over the head of his erection, I smiled as he shook and made a low whine. “I can’t wait to do another shoot with you, after we see what other kinds of toys you have around your house. I bet you have some wicked things, don’t you, Brat?”

  Eli nodded and whimpered as I drew my hand away. “Alright, Brat, let’s get you out of these panties.”

  I knew my smile was devilish when he groaned. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, I let my hands slide along his body. The panties fell to the floor in a puddle at his feet with the shirt, leaving him beautifully naked in just the heels. “Shoes off, Brat. Then I want you to climb on the bed and kneel for me.”

  Eli’s erection led the way as he did his best to obey. The change in him when the submission surged through him was incredible. Eli fought and flirted and drove everyone nuts…right up until he submitted…then everything else fell away.

  When he was quietly positioned, I walked around to the items he’d gathered. Picking up the collar and leash first, I brought them over while he watched. Fastening the leather around his neck and the leash to the small clasp, I let it trail down his chest and rest on his cock.

  It was simple, but Eli didn’t need toys and flashy clothes to stand out.

  The look on his face and the way his eyes watched my every move showed in the pictures. He wasn’t a submissive who was waiting passively. He was a submissive who ached for more and was silently begging for it.

  He needed one more thing.

  When I’d seen it in the pile on the bed, I’d been shocked and strangely hopeful. I hadn’t been sure if it was just a random object he’d picked out or if it had meant something…even subconsciously. As I lifted the cock ring off the mattress, I glanced back at Eli.

  He was staring intently at me, but didn’t say no or give any indication that the toy was unwanted. As I moved back to Eli, sitting in front of him on the bed, I gave him a long look. “Is this what you want, Eli?”

  I was asking about so much more than just the restraint around his dick, but Eli was smart enough to understand that. He nodded slowly before he spoke. There was still the need in his voice, but his brain was starting to work again, unfortunately. “I’m going to use red, yellow, and green for my safewords today, and we have a ton of shit to talk about.”

  Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I agreed but started to do my best to push him back to the perfect headspace he’d been in before. “You’re right. But do you want to talk now…or later? I want to finish the photos, Brat.”

  Another time, I might have made an executive decision about what would happen or how long the scene would go on, but I wanted him to see he could trust me. And I needed to know what he wanted. This Eli was one I’d only caught a glimpse of before, and it was hard to stop myself from looking around and wondering when it would end.

  “Later…Sir.” The words came out strained as the pleasure started to build, but they were wonderful.

  “Very good. Let’s see how hard we can make this sexy dick before we get it all wrapped up.” I gradually increased the slow caress I’d been tormenting him with until his cock was throbbing in my hand, and I could almost feel his barely restrained orgasm.

  I teased at the sensitive head with my thumb while I reached for the strip of leather. It was plainer than I would have pictured him owning, but I wasn’t sure if he’d grabbed something neutral for the photos or if he didn’t have one that was more eye-catching.

  There were quite a few panties that I’d shot him in that would look incredible with a cock ring keeping him even harder. I kept up the light touch to his probably too-sensitive tip while wrapping the leather around his length.

  When he was ready, I moved back enough to analyze how the picture would look…it was almost perfect. “Alright, hands behind your back, Brat. Yes, and open your legs a little more.”

  I reached out and trailed my fingers up the inside of one thigh and then over his balls to tease the sensitive skin of his hole. “We won’t be able to see this tight little pucker, but I want them to try to imagine how sexy you look.”

  The extra sensation was almost too much. Eli started to shake and make low whimpers. “Not yet, Brat, your pleasure belongs to me now.”

  Well, once we’d talked and worked out more of our issues.

  “You need to be very good if you want me to consider letting you come.” There was a perverse part of me that wanted to see how long I could keep him right at that point, without letting him come, but I had a feeling Eli’s submission only went so far…at least until he was restrained.

  With that sexy image pushing at my head, I pulled away and shoved my own frustration down. There would be time to come, even if I only jerked off once I left his house. In that moment, I wanted to capture every glimpse of his need and submission that I could.

  Between his straining cock and the almost pained expression on his face that was filled with desire, the photos were incredible. But no, there was still one thing that would take them from incredible to perfect…

  Leaning close, I set the camera on the bed and brought my mouth to his cock. “You may not come. This is not for you. This is to make the pictures of my brat even better. Do you understand?”

  Eli just moaned and shook. As I took his hard length in my mouth, his head fell back and he started gasping out random words and pleas. Licking and wetting down his dick, I relished the sounds he was making and the feel of his cock as it slid over my tongue.

  I’d met a Dom once who thought going down on a sub made him less of a Dom. Well, the way Eli begged and wiggled, fighting to be still and let me have what I wanted, I didn’t see anything weak about what I was doing. When I finally pulled off, his dick was red and wet, and was so hard it looked painful. “There we go. That’s much better.”

  The pictures were incredible. Little touches and lingering caresses kept him on edge and nearly frantic to come, and the photos were stunning. The raw emotion and need, along with the almost painful submission, breathed life into what could have been simply erotica and made it art.

  There were countless other poses I wanted to try, but we’d reached a point where Eli was shaking too hard for the photos to turn out right. Setting the camera down on a nightstand, I stood next to the bed and teased my fingers around his nipples, then followed the line of the leash down to his co
ck.

  It was never enough to make him come—but always enough to make him crazy. Finally, my sexy brat broke. “Please. Sir. Please. Need…Please.”

  The rambling words and desperate sound made me stop just as I was getting ready to caress around the root of his dick. “What does my brat need?”

  “You, Sir. More. Please.” Eli couldn’t seem to get the words out. His unfocused eyes were filled with desire, and the shivers racing through him looked like mini orgasms that were racking his body.

  “Does my brat want to come?”

  “Yes.” Desperation echoed through the word.

  “How does my brat want to come? You’ve been very good for me. Does my boy want to be jerked off? Do you want my hands tugging on your hard dick, or do you want to feel my mouth again? Do you want to feel me—”

  “Fuck me…” Moaning the words out, his hips started to make halting thrusts that he couldn’t seem to control. “Please.”

  Giving his cock a rough jerk, I smiled at his desperate sound. “If that’s what my boy wants.” Focusing on the head of his dick, I continued. “Do you have condoms, Brat?”

  I hadn’t gone over there with the intention of fucking him. Considering the fact that we hadn’t been able to hold a civil conversation, I hadn’t even imagined anything close to it. Watching Eli struggle to think and find the words, I knew I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  He finally looked toward the nightstand where I’d set the camera. Taking the hint, I reached over and opened the drawer.

  Bingo.

  Tossing a lube packet and condom on the bed, I reached down and unzipped my pants. The idea of fucking him while I was fully clothed wrapped its way around my brain and wouldn’t let go. Freeing my dick, I watched as Eli licked his lips and the little tremors started to work their way through him again.

  My brat was stunning in his desperation.

  “Are you ready, Brat? Do you remember your safewords?” The first sentence had him nodding, but the second made him moan. “I need the word, Brat. I need the word if you want to be fucked.”

  “Please…yes…fuck…” Taking his mouth with mine to stop the rambling pleas, I loved the way his body sagged into me and the way the frantic need took on a softer tone…like every touch was filling something in him.

  Pulling away, I started running my hands along his chest. “Next time I fuck you, I’m going to tie you down and explore every inch of you. I’m going to push you to the limit and have you begging for release so long, you’ll think you’ll never get to come.” Eli started breathing faster, and I could see his emotions start to churn at the idea of not getting to orgasm. “But not this time. Right now, I’m going to use my brat and fuck him so hard he won’t be able to think of anything but my cock deep inside him.”

  Eli shook and whimpered but leaned into my touch. Moving him around like he was just there for my pleasure, I had his chest pressed to the bed and his ass in the air in seconds. He gasped out as the sudden movement surprised him, but then moaned as he realized what was going to come.

  Taking the leash, I stretched it down his back. “Give me your hands, Brat.”

  Eli made little needy sounds as he folded his arms behind his torso. Wrapping the end of the leather around his arms, I made it easy enough to get out of, but I knew from the way his breathing increased and his sexy moans that he loved the impression of being trapped.

  If he would’ve been in the position long, I might have worried, but we were both too turned on to make it last. Oh, but next time, I was going to have so much fun torturing him with pleasure.

  It took only seconds to get the condom on my hard cock and the lube at his tight opening. Breathy groans and whimpers were all he could make as I started slowly easing into him with one finger.

  Eli’s body opened beautifully to me. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t going to let anything slow us down. In minutes, I had two fingers stretching him and then three as I pushed him higher toward the pleasure he was desperate for.

  The restraint around his cock and his own innate stubbornness were the only things holding back his orgasm. When I finally pulled my fingers out of his smooth, readied hole, Eli started thrusting his ass back, fighting for more. Giving one cheek a smack that echoed in the room, I smiled as Eli whimpered and arched his ass up.

  He was sorry for making me mad…but desperate for another smack…

  Rubbing one hand over the red handprint that was blooming on his ass, I sighed in mock displeasure. “I’m going to lay you over my lap later and spank you for being naughty, but right now, I’m not going to stop my pleasure to discipline a bad boy.”

  More confusion flowed off of Eli in waves as he couldn't decide if he was upset at himself for not following the rules, or excited over the spanking. My brat was going to love his spanking, but first, we both needed to come.

  Wiping the last of the lube on the condom, I brought one hand up to hold onto his tied arms, and the other to grip one hip tightly, bracing him for what was to come. Lining my dick up to his stretched hole, I slid in deep in one thrust. Eli cried out in pleasure, and his body tightened around me as he fought the urge to move.

  Without his arms to brace himself, he was left at my mercy, which only seemed to push his desire higher. Once he’d had a chance to adjust to the sensation of being filled, I started a punishing rhythm as I moved my hips back and forth, hitting his prostate with every deep thrust.

  Pleas and whimpers and frantic noises tumbled out as I sent him flying. I wanted to keep it up forever, but despite how good he was being, he’d already been hard for ages, and his body could only take so much. I knew he was going to come soon, with or without permission, no matter how good he was trying to be.

  As I let my own pleasure build, not bothering to fight the growing orgasm that threatened to crash over me, I told him how sexy he was, how perfectly he’d submitted, how beautiful the photos looked, and all the things I was going to do to him one day.

  When he started to shake and I could feel his orgasm ready to explode through him, I released his hip and reached around to give his cock several rough jerks as he cried out desperate pleas for more. Freeing his length from the restraint, I gave his dick one last tug and growled out the word he was desperate to hear. “Come.”

  His orgasm crashed through him, dragging mine along with it as the clenched muscles rippled around me. Lightning bolts of pleasure exploded as I fucked him faster and faster, chasing the pleasure and trying to send him even higher.

  When he finally sagged down onto the bed and my softening cock slid out of his body, I carefully released his hands before dealing with the condom. When he was relaxed and as comfortable as I could manage at the moment, I leaned down and gave the back of his head a kiss. “Wait here and I’ll be right back.”

  An almost drunken nod was all the response I got as I strode into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. Back in seconds with some tissues from the bathroom, I found an almost sleeping Eli trying to get his body to work enough to roll over.

  “Stuck…and dirty…and…damn it…” Trying not to laugh at his frustrated attempts to move away from the wet spot, I climbed on the bed and pulled him into my arms.

  Wiping the cooling cum from his cock and groin, I grinned as he sighed and relaxed, finally yawning and finding his words. “Hate being sticky, and cum-covered fabric is just gross.”

  Something in the words clicked inside me. “Is that why you started talking about the panties last time?”

  He closed his eyes and snuggled into me. “Don’t want to fight. But yes.” Another yawn had me fighting not to mirror it. “And I broke the one rule Preston had for the studio. He didn’t ask for much.”

  “What rule?”

  “Not to have sex in the studio. I knew better, but you were so hot.” Eli’s words started to drag out as he edged closer to sleep. “I didn’t want him mad, but then I just fucked it up and made you angry. I’m sorry, Roman.”

  Giving my sweet
brat a soft kiss as he slid into oblivion, I vowed to ask more questions and not assume my brat was like anyone else. Eli was an entirely unique creature, and I was going to love figuring out every little thing about him.

  Chapter 14

  Eli

  I was too warm and too comfortable to wake up, but when the pillow started to move, my brain frantically searched for answers.

  Roman.

  Everything that had happened came crashing back, and part of me wanted to pretend to sleep for just a while longer. I didn’t want to know what would happen once the real world intruded again. I had a better grasp on what’d gone wrong the first time, but there was still a nagging fear in the back of my head that it would all explode again.

  “I’m not a pillow you can fluff, Eli. Stop wiggling.” Roman’s laughing voice had me freezing and carefully peeking one eye open.

  I was curled up into him, using his shoulder as a pillow. As I shifted my head, I found myself looking into Roman’s smiling face. “You snore.”

  My mouth dropped open. “I do not.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, you do, but it’s cute.”

  Being called a cute snorer was better than what could have happened, but I still frowned at him. “You’re insane.”

  “That doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” He turned his head to get closer and kissed just below my hairline, making my stomach whirl. “You sleep very soundly.”

  I shrugged, not willing to argue about something that obvious. “I crash after an orgasm. The bigger the pleasure and the longer the submission, the deeper I go.”

  Roman was still clothed, but he’d wrapped one edge of the blanket over me, so I didn’t feel naked enough to be uncomfortable. Not ready to go back to functioning, I curled closer and let my head rest on his chest, closing my eyes.

  I could hear the smile in his voice. “Are you going back to sleep?”