by Romilly King
Richard threw his head back and cried out, "Ash, please Ash, I am so sorry."
Ash's hand was a blur on his cock, the thick mushroom head of it pistoned through the tight grip of his fist. "I'm going to come on you Ricky," he grunted, "Look at you, riding that dildo for me, pounding yourself for me, trying so hard for me. I've got to come."
"Please Ash, please can I have your come?" Richard froze looking up at Ash. The dildo was a huge pressure inside him but Ash was more important at this moment. He saw Ash's cock swelling even more and he opened his mouth, wordlessly begging.
Ash stepped right into Richard's space and then he was coming, his eyes never leaving Richard's. Richard felt the heat of it splash on his lips and trickle into his mouth. Ash moaned and squeezed his cock, milking one last spurt from it.
Richard moaned in ecstasy, his head was tilted up, his tongue swiped his lips for a taste of Ash. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he murmured, overjoyed, floating on a rush of endorphins.
He was aware of Ash on his knees in front of him, prying his cramped fingers from around the dildo, easing it from his hole and then unlocking the cage.
Richard was still thanking him when Ash eased his onto the bed and into his arms. Ash kissed the corner of Richard's mouth, "What are you thanking me for Ricky?"
"For letting me give you pleasure," Richard whispered, "You came, you enjoyed it."
"Oh baby," Ash's eyes were soft grey like April rain clouds, "I enjoy all of it, never doubt that."
#
"Why are you torturing fruit?"
Ash's voice caused Richard to drop one of the lemons he was juggling as he sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor.
"It's something to do with my hands!"
"Life giving you lemons so you're making lemonade?"
"Funny" Richard deadpanned.
"God I love that whole stoic thing you have going on, it's why making you beg is such fun."
Richard stretched and picked up the fallen lemon, "I will make myself immune to your torture," he said piously, "I will use juggling to calm my mind to a point of perfect stillness,"
"Course you will babe," Ash dropped a kiss on his head and Richard jerked in surprise, that was the first time Ash had ever touched him like that outside of a scene. He found himself smiling up at Ash.
Ash ruffled his hair, "Come on, if you're bored you can come swim laps with me, I know you've got a swimsuit on under that ratty t-shirt."
"Yes Ash," he parroted his best impression of the obedient submissive and rose to his feet sinuously, it took some serious flexing of his abs to do it but he felt he gave it a decent shot.
He was rewarded by a hot look from Ash and a "Very nice, Ricky," delivered deadpan.
He followed Ash out onto the balcony and down the steps towards the pool level, juggling as he went.
#
Richard didn't know why he was so drawn to Ash and the feelings he aroused. The desire was easy to understand, Ash was beautiful and expert and his hands touched Richard in exactly the right way. The question was why was this the right way? Richard had never been so aroused before and it was more than the process of being teased or the inherent dirtiness of being paid for sex. It was something deeper.
In the beginning, he had wondered briefly if there was some psychological hangover from his past making him this way. Was it from watching his mother suffer for so long? Or was it something from his now, seeing his Dad slip away into the fog of Alzheimer's, beyond his reach? Was that what made someone else being in obvious control feel so good?
Eventually, sitting on the stone surround of the pool looking at the trees he realized it didn't matter. Whatever the reason he loved what Ash was doing to him, there was an extraordinary pleasure to be found under Ash's hands and as a grown man with a well-trained brain he realized that analyzing the why wouldn't affect the way his body responded.
He sighed, this was just him, a new him, just discovered, and even if he never saw Ash again after this contract he knew this part of himself would remain. Ash had changed him or released this in him and that was fact, everything else was speculation.
#
Four more days. That was all they had until he left. Would Ash ask for him again? They hadn't discussed it yet, and Richard didn't know what the convention was for finding out. As the Emptor, was Ash supposed to mention it? Or should Richard raise the issue himself? Did he care who brought the subject up as long as one of them did?
He was so tired of trying to live by the restrictions of being a Venditor instead of a--boyfriend, or lover. If Richard had been in a regular relationship, he wouldn't have hesitated to ask questions, but he wasn't, and it was frustrating to tiptoe around what he should and shouldn't do. Maybe he should just start treating Ash the way he wanted to treat him and see if that got him anywhere.
It was with that thought in mind, when after one of their sessions they were lying together, that Richard finally found the courage to ask, "Why did you become an Emptor, Ash?" because he'd wondered why such a handsome, kind man would need help finding someone.
Ash let out a long sigh, "Long story Ricky,"
Richard pressed against him and wound his bare leg with Ash's jean-clad one. He bravely rubbed his toes lightly against Ash's ankle, the only skin on skin contact they had. "Not doing anything else"
Ash looked down at him and smiled gently, "I was just . . . I was just tired, I guess. I've known what I am and what I want forever, but fitting that into life hasn't worked well.
"Brio and I, our business did so well so fast it's been like riding a rocket.
"We were college roommates and things took off back there.
"One minute we were noodling a theory about a meld of psychology and computer algorithms in our dorm room and the next we were building it and then people wanted to buy it."
Ash ran his hand mindlessly up and down Richard's forearm, his touch almost self-soothing "I was always trying to find someone to do this with, but it never really worked for me. I would manage a few scenes with someone and then the business would need me or I would have a brainwave on a program and when I raised my head six months would have gone past – I tend to get a bit obsessed, I have to watch out for that." He looked rueful, "Those early years, they were crazy and we made a lot of money really quickly."
"Such a bad thing!" Richard teased and felt Ash's muscles tense.
"I did have one relationship but it crashed and burned," Ash said, "I met a guy at a conference, in Vegas of all places. I thought he was perfect, turned out he was more interested in the money.
"I didn't see that one coming.
"I guess I don't have the instincts people born into money have. The worst part of it was, I was so deep in with him that when I finally woke up and smelt the coffee my business was stalling and Brio was in pieces."
"Brio means a lot to you," Richard said.
"Yeah, a mix of brother and best friend and number one competitor rolled into one," Ash smiled, "Brio is wilder than me, I'm the solid one. Brio is the flights of genius but I've always known he is more fragile than me. When I finally realized how bad he was struggling I felt like I had failed."
From everything he'd been learning about Ash, Richard suspected that that would've bothered him a lot.
"Eventually I decided that given the business and my poor track record on relationships that I should stick to a no-strings arrangement" Ash shrugged, and Richard stroked his arm. "I tried hooking up in clubs, but that got old pretty quick, and well, then Brio suggested I give Delphic a try, and here we are."
Ash rolled over pushing Richard onto his back and resting half on top of him, "So that's my long story to buying your sinfully tempting self," he bit lightly at Richard's clavicle, "What about you? What made you decide to become a Venditor?"
"My Father," Richard said and told him about his family. "He did so much for my Mum, he wore his soul out nursing her and now he's fading and he's confused and he's frightened and I need him to be in the best place poss
ible for whatever time he has left. He deserves it. I need to give it to him."
"Shit, Ricky," Ash said, He pressed his mouth to Richard's temple. His voice was rough when he said, "That's . . . not a lot of people would do that. You're a good son. You..." He didn't finish whatever it was he'd been saying, but he didn't let go of Richard either, not for a long time afterward.
Chapter Sixteen
That night Ash didn't set a time to meet with Richard; he just took him by the hand straight after dinner and led him to his bedroom.
"Come on, Ricky," Ash said, "Let's try something a little different; see if we can give you ammo for your work with the dildo."
The huge bed was stripped of the usual layers of comforter, throws, and pillows. Pale grey sheets stretched out wide as a field and from the four corners of the mattress short straps ending in leather cuffs ran.
Richard stripped quickly, he eyed the bed whilst Ash vibrated with energy beside him. Once naked he stood tall and straight, his stance an easy shoulders width apart and his arms behind his back. Ash pressed up behind him and hooked his chin over Richard's shoulder, "Vista, right?" he breathed in Richard's ear.
"Yes, Ash," Richard's voice vibrated with nerves.
"Good, got it, Vista," Richard shivered as Ash bit gently on his deltoid muscle, mouthing at it, "Get on the bed, on your back,"
Ash's hands were firm and steady as he stretched Richard out on the bed and manacled him in place. The leather cuffs were lined with sheepskin, soft on his wrists and ankles, but the newness of the situation had Richard breathing with shallow puffs and his pulse beating in his ears.
The expanse of the position pulled at Richard's muscles with a delicious stretch, he could feel the pull of it across his shoulders and hips. "What a lovely vista indeed," Ash stood by the bed; he looked down at Richard and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
Richard was utterly immobile, spread-eagled and Ash was stripping in front of him. His cock got so hard so fast Richard thought he would pass out. Without the confines of the evil cock cage, it joyously flexed to a full erection in seconds and Ash pushed down his jeans and laughed.
Richard did not think he had ever seen anything more perfect than Ash naked. He was as elegant naked as he had been dressed in a suit the first time Richard saw him. Below wide shoulders, the double bow of his clavicle was filled with tempting shadows. The triangle of dark nipples and the dip of his navel directed the eye down to where the cut of his hip bones arrowed towards his groin. His cock hung heavy and half-hard between his legs and Richard licked his lips at the sight of it.
"Look at me," Ash said as he climbed onto the bed and crawled up Richard's body until he was straddling his chest, his silver eyes gleamed in the light and the heat of his hands scorched Richard's skin when they rested them on his chest. Richard had never seen anything more beautiful in his life and it was a new world of torture to not be able to touch.
Richard's eyes focused on Ash's face. "Consider this me leading by example," Ash said.
"Yes, Ash. Please, Ash, do something, anything. Just... do something."
"Would you like me to give you something to do Ricky?"
"Yes please." Richard had no idea how he was going to be able to do anything, tied down like this, but maybe Ash was going to let him suck his dick and Richard's mouth started to water at the thought. But Ash turned around, still straddling Richard's chest, to face his feet. Ash reached back to grab the top bar of the headboard for balance with one hand and sank down so that his ass hung just above Richard's face. With his other hand, Ash spread his cheeks so Richard could see his puckered hole.
"Get it nice and wet for me."
"Yes, Ash," Richard said and put the saliva in his mouth to good use.
Ash tasted of soap and a tangy musk when Richard worked his tongue over Ash's furled opening. He wanted to delve inside, but he hadn't been told to, so he just obediently worked his tongue back and forth, licking Ash's ass again and again.
Ash moaned and Richard's dick jumped. Ash sank a little closer to Richard's face and Richard worked harder, massaging the tight ring of muscle with the hot wetness of his tongue. Ash moaned again and dropped his ass until he was almost sitting on Richard's face. Richard took that for permission and squirmed the tip of his tongue into Ash.
Ash let out a long, hissed "Yes. God yes, you aren't the only one that likes rimming Ricky."
Richard went all out, he stretched up and worked his tongue in as far as he possibly could, lifting his head to mash his face into Ash's ass, until his chin was pressing into Ash's perineum and his tongue was as deep inside Ash's hole as he could get it.
"God. Yes." Ash held himself steady for a minute more then he lifted himself and swung back around, straddling Richard, facing forward again, his knees in line with Richard's nipples.
"That was good, Ricky," he said breathlessly, "You got a nice tongue on you." He stroked a thumb over Richard's lower lip and his gaze was hot and intense, "Pretty spit shine face," he murmured.
Richard couldn't take his eyes off him, his whole world centered on Ash. Ash leaned over and snagged the lube from the bedside cabinet. He flipped the top off with his thumb and dextrously spilled lube over the fingers of his right hand.
Ash rose on his knees and leaned forward, "Open up" he said and when Richard obediently opened his mouth using his left hand Ash fed the tip of his cock between his lips. "Suck" Ash ordered, "Just the head, lightly, don't try and make me come."
Ash grabbed the headboard again with his clean hand before he reached around behind himself with his lubed fingers.
Richard nearly lost it. He moaned around the head of Ash's cock.
"Yeah," Ash said, halfway to a groan, "I love it when you moan around my cock like that. I love hearing that."
Richard watched Ash's arm move as he fingered himself. It was so unbelievably erotic, knowing what Ash was doing, knowing that Ash had his fingers in his ass while Richard was sucking his cock. Richard wondered if Ash was going to use a toy on himself, or maybe just get himself off and shoot down Richard's throat, or all over him while he was tied up.
Richard moaned again, he imagined Ash's hand around his thick cock again, coming all over Richard's chest or face. He worked the head of Ash's cock with his lips and tongue and tried to keep it light as Ash had told him. He didn't use any suction, just held the head of Ash's cock in his mouth while he licked the head and pressed his tongue to the slit, trying to make it as good as he could without making it too good.
"That's perfect," Ash said between gasps. Richard looked up at Ash's flushed face, the thin sheen of sweat on his chest, the powerful thigh muscles twitching, and the arm that moved in a steady rhythm.
He drank in what was showing on Ash's face... the heavy-lidded desire as he looked down at Richard, at Richard's mouth on his cock. Ash's jaw was set as if he was stopping himself from speaking or making noise. The arm that wrapped around behind him continued to move.
Ash pulled away from Richard's mouth and dragged his fingers out of his ass. He backed up a little and steadied himself on his knees and with a hand on Richard's shoulder. Ash picked up the bottle of lube again and reaching behind himself poured a generous amount onto Richards cock.
Richard jerked at the sensation of cold and slick. He had forgotten his own arousal, so caught up in Ash's actions and the heady pleasure of his cock in his mouth.
"Look at me," Ash said, unnecessarily, because Richard's eyes were wide and focused, watching his every movement. Ash backed up on his knees until his ass was positioned directly over Richard's cock. He lowered himself just enough until the head nudged against his hole and then held himself there with powerful thighs. "I don't do this for just anyone," he said, "But when I do it it's because I really want to."
Richard's cock was speared between Ash's ass cheeks, pressing up hot and hard, and then Ash started to sink down, very slowly, just a little at a time.
Richard was very carefully not freaking out. His eyes were riveted on
Ash's face. He knew if he looked, if he so much as glanced down at what he could feel happening to his cock, he knew he'd come. So he looked at Ash's face and Ash looked back at him while lowered himself, by tiny increments, onto Richard's dick.
Richard felt the jerk as the head slid in and he saw Ash's face change as his ass clenched around the slimmer girth of his shaft. Very carefully, in a perfectly controlled fashion, Richard let out the breath he'd been holding for the past thirty seconds. The last of it came out with a quiet moan as Ash slipped down another half-inch.
Richard stared up into Ash's eyes. He was stretched out and tied down on Ash's big, beautiful bed. The only thing he could move was his head, whist Ash slowly, inexorably, sat on his cock. He stared straight into Ash's eyes. He had no idea what he was seeing there. It was something he'd never seen before, not in Ash's eyes, not in anyone else's either. There was a connection, something forming and the intensity of it was overwhelming.
Richard started to pant. Ash was nearly all the way down, just another inch and his ass cheeks would be on Richard's pelvis. Richard had no idea how long he'd be able to keep from coming, but he knew it wouldn't be long, not with Ash so hot and tight around him. Not when Ash looked like... like... like that.
Richard tried to think of something to distract himself, tried to think about Latin verbs or the kings of England, but he couldn't concentrate, everything came back to hot and tight and Ash.
Ash sank onto him completely, his ass snug against Richard's groin, and let out a small breathy sigh. Richard couldn't help but moan. It was a desperate, broken sound.
Ash shifted, he settled, making sure Richard's dick was completely in him or getting more comfortable. Richard didn't know which, it didn't matter. He moaned again and closed his eyes. All he could do now was hang on for as long as he possibly could before he started to beg Ash to let him come. To come with his dick inside Ash. With Ash... riding him. Then Ash moved. Sliding up a little, a little more, and then back down. Richard's eyes snapped back open.