Friday, March 7, 2014

Seven


 I haven’t pre-gamed in years, but with the erotic dreams that assaulted me this morning and the self-restraint needed for my new boy, there’s simply no question. As the shower works its warmth into my muscles, my thoughts drift to dance-floor Dane. I imagine myself behind the lithe body, warmed by his heat, pressing my erection into his ass as his hips grind and sway. Slippery with sweat, ripe with exertion and musk, we move as one, lost in the lights and the beat. Growing desperate for the slide of skin against skin, I fold him forward and yank down his pants, grabbing those plump cheeks, opening him for me, readying him with my fingers even as I force my own clothes aside.

My cock in hand, hard and eager meet tight and hot . . .  slapping, pounding, gyrating, slamming . . . fuck! My release hits hard and fast, with groans echoing off the tiles as ribbons of cum slip through my fingers. This young boy is either the best or the worst thing that’s happened to me. I’m almost afraid to find out which.

I choose my outfit with great care. Dane needs a master to respect and serve, not one to fear. Commanding, not intimidating, is my goal. Though I rarely wear underwear in scene, I won’t risk spooking the boy today. Pulling on black cargo pants and fastening the belt, I catch my reflection. It’s not exactly a pleasing sight.

I work out, keeping my whipping arm sharp and my upper body strong; I squat and thrust, because what kind of a lover would I be without those moves? But I may have added an extra cocktail or two to my weeknight routine, may have allowed the dreaded carbs to sneak back into my diet, and may not have paid as much attention as I should to how I might look without clothes on through the eyes of a much younger man whose singular pleasure is cock worship—and my cock stirs.

With a heavy sigh and a pledge to lay off the bad stuff, I pull on one of my numerous plain black t-shirts. Finishing the uniform off with simple black boots ought to do the job. I brush my teeth again—like a nervous teenager—and pass the comb through my silver hair.

“You are an old fart, you know that?”

I actually stick my tongue out at my reflection to punctuate my disgust.

The doorbell rings, and all inadequacies and insecurities are filed away for another time—the Master can allow himself no such luxury. By the time I reach my front door, I am fully in control of all my emotions, ready to master the boy who stands on the other side.

Opening the door to the puddle of nerves standing on my stoop, I reaffirm my vow to be my best self, for both our sakes. Dane’s anxious brown eyes catch mine only for an instant before he hides them away. He seems to have a “Sir” on his tongue but gives up before it is spoken.

“Good to see you, Dane.” I offer my hand in a gesture of friendship and respect. Protocol would insist that he not refuse me, but I’m well aware that he might be reluctant. There’s a beat before he shakes my hand, and though his eyes don’t participate, it’s a good start. “Come in, please,” I urge, opening the door wide and moving out of his path.

Dane steps through the doorway and assumes a submissive’s pose: eyes down, hands clasped behind his back, feet slightly spread.

“You may hang your coat up in the closet—when you’re ready.”

Despite my intention, he takes my suggestion as a command, immediately peeling off his down coat. I take in his graceful gait as he moves to the closet and right back to his pose. I step close enough that he can see my boots, but I refrain from touching him.

“Your clothing choices please me. Are you comfortable?”

He nods and I take in his “dance rehearsal casual” outfit: white tank top, black stretch pants, and black sneakers.

I long to make him do a slow turn for me, stopping halfway so I can take my time studying his well-toned ass, but that’s a move to use on a sub who needs to be shown his place, and Dane is not that man.

I itch to trace the contours of his narrow but muscular shoulders, to brush my fingertips over his firm abs, to explore the bulge in his pants, but I will wait for the right time. Instead, I tuck my hands deep into my front pockets so Dane can see I will not take what is not yet mine.

“Two things before we get started, Dane. First, I’d like you to speak freely with me unless you’re commanded otherwise. I realize I’m asking for something you’re not accustomed to giving, so I’ll be patient, but I need to get to know you—no, let me fix that; I want to get to know you. Will you try?”

Dane nods, then answers with a soft but unmistakable, “Yes, Sir.”

Elation threatens my restraint. My fingers curl into the pocket lining, fighting for a stronghold like a cat digging his claws into the edge of a cliff to keep from going over.

“Well done,” I manage, hoping he can take the genuine compliment without feeling patronized. “As for ‘thing number two,’ I need to see your eyes, and I want you to see mine.”

His lips flatten into a determined line before he lifts his gaze. The poor guy looks pained. I want to ruffle his hair and tease him about how hard it must be to look into my ugly face. Instead, I hold stock still and smile. “Thank you.”

He blinks a few times, clears his throat, and nods.

“It’ll get easier,” I promise.                       

We have some serious work to do.

                             


GAH! These two! Now, about that SERIOUS work . . . don’t you think they should get started right away? Love you guys for loving my guys, and I love my amazing team for all kinds of help. Jean, Jayme, Sue, and Meredith, you put the cherry on my hot fudge sundae!

28 comments:

  1. loving this side of the story just wish the chapters were more frequent and/or had more length :D

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    1. It's a tough balancing act. I can promise you this- the story itself is quite long already, and I have no shortage of new ideas coming at me all the time! Thanks for your interest!
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  2. gah Marcus is insanely intuitive to what a sub needs. That little glimpse of his insecurity makes him almost human lol.

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  3. Oh Marcus! I want to hug him for being so good and attentive at what he does. I mean he is the master and all. ;) and I shake my head at him for thinking about being older all the time. Silly man. :) I giggled at his squat and thrust routine and "...what kind of lover would I be without those moves?"
    And his day dream of being behind Dane as he dances. RAWR!
    Loving it, B! ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. Loving YOU, Patesy! Thanks for the giggles and all your support for the story!
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  4. Well it's a beginning. Looking forward to the mastering of Dane. I know you'll be gentle with the boy, in the beginning. :)

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  5. I sorta wanna shake Marcus and tell him he's really not an old fart but I love that he isn't some smug, always self assured bastard so I'll just smile and poke his side. Seeing the Master try and hold back for the sake of his sub really shows how very much control the sub has without sometimes even knowing it. LOVE THAT!

    Favorite line... My fingers curl into the pocket lining, fighting for a stronghold like a cat digging his claws into the edge of a cliff to keep from going over. ... You sure can turn a phrase, my dear.

    xoxo
    V

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    1. Bahaha love your poke! I think Marcus has a pretty realistic view of who he is. And the poor guy just wasn't prepared for the likes of Dane dropping into his life.
      Thank you, sweet V.

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  6. Seems that not only Dane has some issue to work on. I mean, Marcus is seriously rocking some insecurity issues of his own. With him referring to his "ugly" face. Not liking his body at the moment. I mean, excuse me, but I don't think that Edward would have worked with an ugly, old, icky bodied Dom, do you? *wink*
    Just to say...does it seem unfair to anyone else that men often look better as they age? Why doesn't that work for us? LOL

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    1. You are so right, Keye. And don't forget the title- it's all about Marcus! Edward caught Marcus in the prime of his career, to be fair. I'd say that was 15 or so years ago at least. And I feel ya on the other part!

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  7. I just love a tight black tee shirt on a man completed with cargo pants and boots. I hope as Marcus shows Dane that not all Doms are cruel, Dane can show Marcus that he's not "an old fart."

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  8. oooh! well that meeting went well, and I loved that Marcus poked his tongue out at himself in the mirror (made me giggle) but he's far from an old fart! It's so wonderful to hear his thoughts. Dane sure made quite the impression already (mind you I don't think he could put a foot wrong even if he tried, Marcus is that taken with him). :D loved it.

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    1. You're probably right about Dane not being able to err. Marcus's expectations are quite restrained at this point, and I think he'll take anything he can get. Perhaps later, he will be slightly pickier? Hmmm.
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  9. Love the way Marcus describes himself. I bet he looks very hot! what is it with me and gay men. I just want to mother them to death! ugh!

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  10. So the finally meet. Dane is going to be a toughie to get a handle on. I suspect Marcus had the patience though!!

    ENx

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  11. "Commanding, not intimidating, is my goal." That is a very fine line. I'm sure Marcus is up for it (*snort*), but I'm guessing it won't go perfectly.

    Dane speaks...I'm imagining he is so nervous that running is seriously a consideration. Marcus, I hope you know how to handle a panic attack. ... not to mention some seriously pissed off readers when this goes off the rails. Apparently I'm a little worried about Dane. Now I'm trying to picture Marcus talking us all down.

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    1. Well you know, you have to choose your "costume" carefully, right down to the briefs!
      I love your concern for Dane.
      xo

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  12. “You are an old fart, you know that?” This line frustrates me to read - mainly because I know this is you talking to yourself too. Neither you or Marcus are old farts! And pre gaming in my world (at least in college times) meant drinking before we went to a party or to the bar. I must say that Marcus's version of pre gaming is much more constructive!

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    1. BAHAHA! BUSTED! LOL. Okay, you found me out. I. Am. Marcus. And Dane is all the boys. LOL on the pre-game.
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  13. Oh maaaaaaaan... it's about to be on like donkey Kong!!!!! Hehe.

    Oh I love thing number two. When he asks to see Dane's eyes, making sure that Dane knows that he wants to see his eyes but also letting him know that he wants Dane to see his also. There's a level of intrigue and intimacy that comes from honest eye contact. And letting Dane know that he wants to have that level of intimacy between them up front is good. Also, it's an act of security too. Trust. Marcus does not want Dane to worry or fear for anything while in his care. It will honestly be interesting seeing Marcus turn Dane out of his skin. There's a perfect sub trapped inside there somewhere and Marcus wants to give life back to him again.

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    1. You are SO getting these two, I just love reading your responses. Trust is THE thing and intimacy flows from there. So happy you're reading it that way. YES, Dane IS the perfect sub, ready to be released from his self-imposed prison by the perfect DOM for HIM.
      xoxo

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  14. marcus is just so endearing! he's so commanding in his dom role but hard on himself for aging. i'm willing to bet a million bucks that dane doesn't see an old man when he looks at marcus. and damn! his thoughts of thrusting and gyrating don't sound like an old man! :D

    i think my favorite moment in this chapter is marcus asking to see dane's eyes and wanting dane to see his. windows to the soul and such a great way for dane to see how genuine and caring marcus is.

    i forgot to mention how much i love that dane is a professional dancer. i like that he has another way to express himself so naturally. and i love marcus's ideas of watching in a darkened theater. so hot! :) x

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    1. You are so right in your estimation of how Dane sees him, but who isn't hard on himself? Especially in the face of such perfection? I'm so pleased you're enjoying Dane as a dancer. When I pictured him, I saw him as this free spirit bottled up by a bad past, yearning to be set free. :)
      xxx

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