Paid to Kneel

by Romilly King

  "Now what's your safeword?" Ash asked.

  "You already know my safeword," Richard said, they'd agreed to it during the negotiations.

  "Yes, but I'd like you to tell me again. It's always good to have it in the back of your head during a scene," Ash said patiently.

  "It's 'vista','" Richard said, because they had asked him what word he'd wanted to use, and his mind had gone blank before bringing up something random and all he could think of was the view from Ash's house. When he had looked up the word later it had turned out to be strangely appropriate, not just because of the glorious panorama from Ash's house but because a vista was a view from a high place and Ash had made Richard feel like he was standing on a cliff about to fall into what was before him.

  "Vista. That's good, let's make sure you remember that then." Ash slid off the bed

  He moved across the room towards Richard and again Richard was reminded that this Ash was subtly different from the Ash who had shown him around the house and made him lunch. Now Ash moved with clear intent, his hips swung seductively, his stride was loose and confident, and his gaze predatory. The energy about him reached out for Richard, who found himself involuntarily swaying backward.

  Ash smirked, "It's okay, this is going to be easy, educational even. I'm not going to set you up to fail here."

  He crowded into Richard's space and Richard could smell him, clean skin and petrichor, like rain on dusty ground. His gaze caught Richard's and Richard couldn't look away, felt pinned by the silver eyes.

  "Good boy," Ash breathed and Richard thought he was going to kiss him. Instead, Ash reached down and took hold of his wrist. Their first real touch and it burned. Ash's whole hand wrapped around Richard's wrist and he felt his pulse jumping against Ash's fingers.

  "How nice to finally touch you." A finger lazily stroked the inside of his wrist and something pleased and warm began to make itself felt inside Richard.

  "Let's look at the vista," Ash's smile was curling and enticing and when he pulled at his wrist Richard allowed himself to be guided over towards the windows.

  Dropping his wrist Ash pulled back the gauzy curtains and the view exploded in a kaleidoscope of greens and blues. "A vista nearly as beautiful as you!" Richard ducked his head, embarrassed and Ash laughed. "I'll make you proud of the compliments you get before we are done."

  Holding Richard's chin he turned him to face him, "Truly," he said, his eyes locking with Richard's again, the pale silver of them glowing in the afternoon light, "You will learn to take the praise I give you because you will have earned it." Richard couldn't tear his eyes away, "I will make you earn it and then I will reward you."

  He stroked a hand down the white of Richard's shirt sleeves and as Richard stood passively before him. Ash took his right hand and turned it over, stroking the palm and making Richard shiver. Reaching for Richard's shirt cuff he undid it and carefully folded the sleeve back until it was above his elbow. "Forearms are very underrated," he said as he lightly ran his fingers down the sensitive skin on the inside of Richard's arm causing a tight feeling in Richard's chest.

  With equal care Ash did the same with Richard's left arm, rolling the sleeve up and this time he cupped Richard's elbow and his long fingers drummed lightly on the underside of Richard's bicep. Richard's breath hitched. "So responsive," Ash breathed, "Oh you are going to be a joy,"

  "Turn and face the view for me," Ash said and Richard complied, looking out at the steep valley falling away in front of him.

  Ash moved behind him. "Put your hands on the window, just above shoulder height, lean on it," Ash instructed.

  The glass was cool under Richard's palms when he leaned his weight onto his hands.

  "That's it, that's good, just look at the view." Ash pressed up behind him. Richard could feel his breath on his neck and the heat of him through his thin shirt.

  Ash ran a hand through Richard's hair, he grasped it firmly, tugged at the crown and Richard found himself going with it, his head falling back as far as it would go. Then Ash's other hand was around his neck, the touch light at first, stroking the length from his open shirt collar to his jaw.

  Richard closed his eyes as Ash's large hand spanned his throat, his fingers under Richard's jaw. He held Richard's breath in the palm of his hand and Richard swallowed, feeling his Adam's apple move against Ash's hand.

  Ash was tight up against Richard's back; his long legs bracketed Richard's. He released Richard's hair and snaked a hand around his waist, holding him, his hand pressed against Richard's abs. It made Richard feel small although he knew there was only an inch difference in their height. Ash's touch was possessive and Richard found himself sinking into it, he couldn't find it in himself to open his eyes, all he was aware of was Ash's firm touch and then his voice in his ear.

  "I'm going to make you needy, make you so every touch I give you is something you beg for,"

  Ash's voice was like a warm bath and Richard found himself sinking into it, quiet and still so he could hear every word that was dripped into his ear.

  "I get off on your desire, on holding your arousal and your completion in my hands,"

  Richard tried to open his eyes but they seemed so heavy. The view in front of him was just smears of color through his lidded gaze. His whole focus was on Ash and the press of his body against Richard's back, one hand around his throat, the other slipping lower on his abdomen, stroking lightly.

  "Are you hard Richard?" Ash asked and Richard found he was. When he looked down he could see Ash's hand pressed against his stomach and below that the tent his cock had made in his pants.

  "Yes,"

  "Why are you hard?"

  "I don't know," when he spoke Richard felt his words vibrating under Ash's hand around his windpipe. He had never responded to anyone in this way before.

  "I think you are kinkier than you realized," Ash's voice was full of dark promise, "and I get to show you."

  Richard swallowed again.

  "I want to spank you, see you shiver and flex those lovely muscles just to be good and stay still for me,"

  Richard groaned and felt his cock twitch in his pants.

  Ash released his throat and wound his right hand around Richard's bicep, pulling him back against his body. He could feel the hard length of Ash through his jeans, pressed against his ass.

  "I'm going to fuck your mouth Richard and you are going to get harder and harder from that. If I come in your mouth you will thank me. If I slap your face afterward your cock will jerk because you will be excited to take what I give you."

  Richard drowned in the images Ash's voice summoned, a dark craving that he didn't dare look at rising within him. He pressed his palms harder against the slick glass of the window and his hips rutted forward as he tried to rub his hard cock against the inside of his pants.

  "I love this part," Ash said, "I get to see you tremble and get hard and fidget and know that soon I'm going to do all the things that are making you leak in your pants right now."

  "Ash," Richard whispered and didn't know why he spoke.

  "I'm going to tie you, Richard, I'm going to bind you to my bed and tease you until you cry. I'm going to own your pleasure." Ash's fingers stroked Richard's stomach, a single finger wormed between the buttons of Richard's shirt, found his navel and rubbed circles on it. "I am going to fuck you, but only when you deserve it if you earn it."

  Richard groaned and felt his back arching, his ass pressed against Ash, his head falling back on Ash's shoulder.

  "Beautiful," Ash's voice was dark molasses, "Let's see how you look on your knees."

  A firm grasp turned Richard and he blinked at Ash, amazed by the look on the man's face, the desire, and lust written across his fine features. Ash's hands were on his shoulders now, pressing down, "Kneel," With that single word Richard slid to his knees, his hands holding onto Ash's jean-clad thighs, his head tipped back to look up at his Emptor.

  Ash seemed to loom over him. He filled Richard's whole vision, all broad sh
oulders, and long legs. His thighs were hard and warm under Richard's palms and he could see the pulse beating in Ash's throat where his loose collar framed the tanned skin.

  "Such a pretty boy," Ash's voice was husky, "Going down so easy for me."

  That sparked a neuron in Richard's fuzzy brain. "I'm not easy," Richard complained, "I'm pricey!"

  As if to prove his point, Ash pushed two fingers into Richard's mouth. Richard moaned, closed his lips around them and suckled gently. He found his back arching, his spine going liquid and the whole of his focus narrowed to Ash's fingers, they tasted faintly of soap and skin and they rested heavily on his tongue.

  "Yes," said Ash firmly. "You are, pricey but worth it." His thumb stroked Richard's cheek and his fingers moved in and out of Richard's mouth, fucking slowly, pressing on his tongue.

  Richard drifted, only aware of Ash's fingers in his mouth and his thigh's beneath his hands. When Ash pulled his fingers away Richard whined and tried to chase them. "No, no more now baby," Ash's voice was firm.

  Richard blinked up at him, lost in his predatory gaze and when Ash slowly wiped his soaked fingers off on Richard's cheek his mouth fell open in need.

  "We're going to stop now," Richard's cock throbbed in need at Ash's words, "I don't want you to come in your pants."

  With gentle hands, Ash helped Richard to his feet. Richard swayed and Ash steadied him, "Okay?"

  "Yes," Richard's surprised at how he slurred the single word. He fought to pull himself together.

  "That was good, you did great," Ash smiled widely at Richard. His hand still cupped Richard's elbow but the touch was different now, just supporting him, not controlling him.

  Richard felt himself rising out of the fog Ash's words and touches had sunk him into. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, his mouth was so dry.

  "Later I'd like to edge you for a while and then fuck you. You'll get to come, but not until after I do. Okay?" Ash was talking about the next session and Richard needed to focus.

  "Of course. For how long?" he blurted, even though he hadn't intended to ask. He remembered his interview, the desperation he'd felt by the end of that process, and he couldn't help thinking about how much longer Ash would make him wait now they were in contract.

  Ash grinned, looking all too pleased with himself, and Richard could feel his heart flutter at the sight. "As long as I want."

  Chapter Six

  Richard spent the remainder of the afternoon in his room. He realized quickly that this was not a good idea as his thoughts quickly spiraled and he found he could think of nothing other than the way he had responded to Ash that afternoon and what he was facing that evening.

  He wanted to go for a swim, explore the house and gardens but he couldn't bring himself to leave his room. He didn't want to bump into Ash yet, not before he got his head around the way the man had made him feel in mere moments. Instead, he lay on the bed and looked out of the window at the view.

  In terms of his expectations, he had no idea how to parse his first scene with Ash. It had been so much more confusing than he had expected and so much less sexually. He didn't know what he had expected but more nudity had been high on the list. What Ash's words had done to him was a whole new level of unexpected and he had no idea if he had met Ash's expectations.

  Eventually, he managed to force himself to go to the kitchen and make himself a light snack – fortunately, there was no sign of Ash although Richard heard music coming from his wing. Then he showered very thoroughly and dressed in jeans and a button down before he made his way to Ash's bedroom for their scheduled evening session.

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  Ash was again sitting fully clothed on the bed when Richard entered the bedroom.

  "From now on, I'd like you to take off your clothes every time you come in here and put them on the chair next to the door, and then stand there with your arms folded behind your back, knees shoulder-width apart," Ash said.

  Richard nodded, his hands lifting toward his shirt.

  "I also expect you to verbally respond whenever I tell you something. 'Yes, Ash' is fine," he quirked a smile, "I'm not a fan of the whole Sir thing."

  "Yes, Ash," he said dutifully.

  He said "yes, Ash" again just to be on the safe side, and then started unbuttoning his shirt. He was surprised to see his hands were trembling. He concentrated on the tremor as he undressed, and by the time he was completely naked, he had it under control. That made him feel better. He stood then, arms behind his back, legs shoulder-width apart, cock front and center and he breathed, deeply and evenly, as he waited for directions.

  Ash held him there for a moment, his eyes roving over Richard's body, and then he said, "Come here."

  "Yes, Ash," Richard said, and he wasn't sure if he should keep his hands behind him or not, so he resolutely gripped his wrists and kept them there. Ash would let him know if he were wrong.

  "Come up here and straddle my thighs."

  "Yes, Ash."

  The bed was at cock height to him and it was more difficult getting onto it without using his hands than he would have thought, but he managed it without looking too graceless and he paused for a moment at the foot of it to gain his balance before knee walking towards Ash.

  He widened his thighs as he slid himself onto Ash's long legs and shuffled into position all too aware that he was completely naked and exposed while Ash was again still clothed. It wasn't the first time Ash had seen him naked, he reminded himself, but the thought wasn't as helpful as it could've been since he knew Ash wouldn't restrict himself to just looking this time around.

  Ash wasn't a small man, his long legs had bulging thigh muscles and even though Richard spread his legs they ended up pressed against the outside of Ash's and he was conscious that his naked cock was now hanging mere inches from the bulge in Ash's jeans.

  "You're very handsome," Ash said looking up at him, and it made Richard flush even more than he'd already been doing.

  Ash's gaze shifted to Richard's body now so close to him, and his stomach at the look of anticipation on Ash's face, the hunger, and he could feel his cock start to fill with blood in response.

  "Thank you, Ash," he said, his voice sounding lower than normal to his ears.

  Ash let out a contented sound. "I know we didn't discuss this beforehand, but would you mind if I called you 'Ricky' while we are in here?"

  It sounded childish to his ears, nobody had ever called him that before "I'm not a child," he said

  "Could be worse," Ash said, "I could want to call you Dick."

  Richard scowled down at Ash, "Cheeky little sub," whispered Ash, "Getting bratty already?"

  "No Ash," Richard said quietly, "And you can call me Ricky."

  "Good boy," Ash purred and raised his hands, placing them at Richard's waist. "A different name will help you find this person, the one you are going to be for me in here."

  Richard sucked in a quick breath as for the first time Ash's hands moved across his skin. They were very warm. They were also large, the fingers long and thick, and he found himself watching as one began to move up from his waist towards his chest.

  "Do you like having your nipples played with, Ricky?" Ash asked, spreading his fingers and grazing first one nipple with his thumb, and then the other one with his pinky finger, moving his hand side to side so both had equal attention.

  Richard tensed, his back arching slightly, taken off-guard by how good it felt. "Yes, Ash," he whispered.

  "You don't sound too sure about that," Ash said as he continued to tease them.

  "None of my partners," Richard had to swallow, shifting his weight, "paid much attention to them before." It was true, no one had lingered on them the way Ash was right now. He wished they had, then he would have been more used to the subtle pulse of pleasure Ash was eliciting.

  "Well, that was pretty stupid of them," Ash said, pressing a little firmer and making Richard twitch at the tingles of pleasure.

  "Yes, Ash," he said, not knowing how else to respond.<
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  Ash let out a huff of laughter, "There's my good Ricky."

  Ash continued the gentle caress of his nipples until Richard was almost used to the sensation until he started to relax into the shivery pleasure. Then Ash grasped his nipples and twisted them both, hard.

  "Ah!" Richard jerked, making the flesh pull taut, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he struggled to keep balanced and keep himself from pulling away, whether, in reaction to the sudden pain or the accompanying burst of pleasure, he didn't know.

  "You've got great tits, Ricky," Ash said conversationally, and Richard's face burned.

  He wasn't sure if it was better or worse when Ash let go. His nipples throbbed, even without Ash manipulating them. He didn't get much opportunity to ponder the question, however, because Ash stroked up the length of his cock with just the pads of his fingers before pulling away.

  "Ash!" Richard gasped in surprise, thrusting forward without meaning to. He hadn't realized how hard he'd become, but he was, humiliatingly so, his cock red and leaking and flexing in the air as if searching for more of Ash's touch.

  "Hmm?" Ash inquired, he repeated the same motion, and Richard's breathing stuttered, his thighs twitching.

  Ash did it again, although this time he added a squeeze at the tip that had Richard grunting, the sound punched out of him. "Was there something you wanted, Ricky?"

  He hesitated before shaking his head, then remembered himself and said, "No, Ash." He knew Ash wasn't planning on letting him orgasm any time soon. There was no point in asking already.

  "Are you sure?" Ash looked up at him while he brought up his other hand to cup Richard's testicles, he gently rolled them in his palm as he stroked him again.

  Richard gritted his teeth, holding back the moan that wanted to escape. "Yes, Ash."

  "Okay, well, you let me know when there's something you need," Ash said, pulling both hands away, and Richard inhaled sharply, clenching his whole body.

  "Yes, Ash," he said roughly.

  He watched as Ash picked up a small bottle of lubrication that had been next to his hip the whole time and tried not to think about how excited he already was, about how little Ash had done to him to get him into that state. After his interview, he'd known that there were going to be things he enjoyed; what he hadn't given much thought to was how much he was going to enjoy them.