Unless I’m administering a severe punishment, I don’t expect to encounter a limp cock from a submissive, which tells me exactly how hard this scene is for Dane. Short on time and unwilling to fuck around with results, I pull out the big guns.
Dane’s eyes grow wide as I prop an extra pillow beneath his head. “Watch me,” I command, adding a searing kiss before moving to the foot of the bed. I am singularly focused on one thing and one thing only—getting Dane off before he defeats himself. His gaze follows my body as I settle between his legs, follows my eyes as I shoot him one final glance, follows my mouth as it opens over the soft curve of his flaccid penis. He lets out a surprised yelp as I work him with my tongue and lips, coaxing the blood to rush exactly where I need it.
He strains against the corners of the bed that hold him captive, twisting his hips and groaning in near-agony. I catch his eye again, measuring his increasing anxiety even as he grows inside my mouth. I nearly lose myself in his exotic taste—clean but all male. And the feel of him straightening into a thick rod on my tongue—I can’t remember the last time I was so tempted to chuck the scene and follow my instincts.
This is important, and it’s not about you. Dane is struggling enough; I don’t need to add my own conflict into the mix. Letting his heavy erection slip from my lips, I bathe his balls with my tongue while pumping his cock with my fist. Dane squirms and moans and tenses every muscle in his body, but the arousal is stronger than his anxiety and his learned aversion to pleasure.
My fingers glide along his perineum, moist with my saliva and his pre-cum. As commanded, he’s watching every move I make, his eyebrows popping with surprise as my fingertip slips inside him. Poor Dane! It really would’ve been easier for him if I’d bound both hands and legs, because as it is, he can’t stop his left leg from pulling tight around my body. There’s a panicked moment when he realizes what he’s done, and real fear crosses his face.
Then, as if latching onto a life preserver tossed into a stormy sea, he calls out, “Yellow!”
Okay, maybe not entirely kosher, but not terrible for his first time—and I have to grant him some latitude for the great duress he’s suffering.
I sit up between his thighs, forcing his legs apart, still gently but firmly pressing that finger where I want him to feel me. “Does this hurt, Dane?”
“No, Master. I’m sorry. I think it was just . . . too much to feel?”
“Is it a good feeling?”
Dane takes a deep breath and nods. “Yes. I’m just not used to . . . you know.”
“Your Master giving you unbearable pleasure?” I have to smile because I know how great this is going to feel for him, once he gives in.
He shakes his head, unsure of how to answer. But he’s yellowed, so he knows he owes me some kind of explanation. “Your lips, my Master’s lips, on me . . . I haven’t ever . . .”
I can’t bear to hear the rest, which works out fine because he can’t say it.
“Get used to it, boy. You taste like candy, and I think you are already well acquainted with my sweet tooth.”
No doubt remembering my weakness for his chocolate zucchini brownies, Dane grins. “Yes, Master.”
“Are you ready to hold still so I can have my dessert, then?”
Dane answers by extending his leg toward the post, imposing on himself an even stricter standard than what I would have required. “I’ll do my best, Master.”
As will I, my boy.
“Very happy to hear that, Dane. Remember now, there’s only one way out of these cuffs.” My words are accompanied by the slippery glide of first one, then two fingers. His cock twitches with jealousy, and that’s my cue to swallow him down to the base of his shaft. He holds himself relatively still while I pump and swallow, press through his rings of muscle to apply pressure inside. The tension mounts in the taut cords of his thighs and belly, his hips thrust up from the mattress as his groin begs for my mouth and my probing fingers. I love him needy like this, and if my mouth were free, I’d tell him so. But nothing is unoccupied, not my lips, my throat, or my tongue.
Tonight’s not about teasing or drawing it out—Dane needs a blinding burst of ecstasy. It’s also not about challenging him to come in my mouth, a feat that would require more effort than I want him to expend. All he needs to do is hold still and . . . I pull my mouth off him as his balls tighten . . . pumping him in my warm fist, pressing deep inside him . . .
“Master, please! May I come?” he forces out on shallow breaths.
“Yes, Dane. Come hard for me, boy.”
Bless his beautiful body and soul, he does just that, squeezing up his reddened face with the great effort of his pleasure. Warm fluid spills out over my curled fingers as he jackknifes into my hand again and again, a subtle performance by a small band of muscles, yet achieved with utter perfection.
After the dance ends, Dane’s smile glows brightly enough to light the entire hotel. “Master,” he says, unprompted and uninhibited, “we did it.”
Surveying the splatter across his belly and my hand, I notice something far more important than the evidence of his orgasm—his unbound limbs are in perfect alignment with their counterparts. He has followed my orders to a tee.
“Yes, Dane. We sure did.”
Relaxed and happy, Dane lets out a little of his brazen side. “Master, if I’ve truly pleased you . . .?”
He waits for me to acknowledge my pleasure, which I do with an indulgent nod. “Yes, boy, you know you have. What is it you mean to extort from me as a reward?”
Dane’s gaze drops to the thick bulge between my legs. “Might I take care of my Master’s needs?”
I fold my arms across my chest. I shouldn’t let out so much rein, but then again, why the hell not? As he pointed out, he has pleased me enormously. Fucking hell, he is impossible to resist.
“Tell you what. I will offer you a deal.”
Dane grins. “I love your deals, Master.”
“Let’s see what you think of this one, then. You can have what you requested, but you must remain in position. No release for you until you get your Master off.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he agrees. “Deal.”
“Are you sure? If you move, I’m going to have to deprive both of us, and I have to tell you, Dane, that is going to make me one grumpy Master.”
Gone is playful Dane, and in his place, a mature, sign-on-the-dotted-line, responsible man answers my concern. “I’m positive, Master.”
Of course, he can promise this—it’s easy for him when it’s my pleasure at stake. My heart swells with emotions I can’t name, but the fullness is tangible.
“Very well. Proceed,” I say, barely containing my glee.
Dane’s eyebrows lift as I stand to the side of the bed and unbutton my trousers. There’s an extra little pop! in his eyes as my zipper glides down and my pants give way, revealing my own heavy arousal. My hand takes a lazy stroke from tip to base as Dane watches the show.
“How does it feel to know you excite me so, boy?”
“Feels good, Master.”
I drop one knee onto the bed near his shoulder, one hand still stroking myself while the other cups the back of his head. “You know what would feel even better?” I tease, sliding closer, guiding my tip to his lips.
“Yes, Master,” he answers, his tongue taking a swipe between his dry lips. Infinitely calmer when the focus is on my pleasure, Dane opens his mouth and reaches for me. I push forward and settle into a position that works for both of us, groaning when my tip reaches the back of his throat. I burrow my fingers deeper, twist his hair just enough that he feels the force of it, measure out each thrust of my hips with a low grunt.
His unbound hand twitches against the mattress, a brave soldier holding the line. I weave my fingers through his open right hand and clasp it tight against the bed. It behooves me to ensure his success.
“That’s it, boy. Your mouth feels so good around me.” My words seem to hit their mark. He eyes me with pure adoration, his head bobbing in tight circles as he redoubles his efforts to tongue, suck, and swallow. Jesus, he’s talented—or perhaps just highly motivated; either way, the result is the same. I’m throbbing with sensation and need, and even without his hands, Dane grips me with exactly the right calibration to keep me teetering on the edge.
One more reminder to reinforce his position, “You’re all mine, Dane, stretched and fastened to the corners of my bed until I decide to let you go . . .” His voluntary captivity is even more compelling than what I demanded from him. This bonus, the unexpected slice of submission, is the sweetest portion yet.
Our eyes meet in mutual agreement—Dane is my eager prisoner. Mine to control, mine to heal, mine to possess. What he may not yet comprehend as he swallows the milky result of my orgasm—I am every bit his prisoner as well.
Tonight is not an occasion to linger. He’s performed his end of the deal admirably and earned his freedom, though I must admit, it’s with a tinge of regret that I unclip him from my bed. Of course, he’ll stay with me, but the dom in me doesn’t love leaving it up to him.
Dane brushes a hand over his ankle once I’ve removed the cuff. “There’s no mark,” he marvels.
“Of course not,” I answer, sitting down next to him on the side of the bed. “You have a public persona to protect, plus I’d never risk harming you with bonds that were too tight.”
He checks out his wrist in the same fashion before he’s fully convinced, then looks at me with a mixture of surprise and awe. “I thought I understood how this was supposed to work before I met you, but clearly . . .” His voice drops off as he shakes his head.
“Dane.” I cup his cheek and wait for those soulful chocolate orbs to turn to me for answers. “Submitting means giving exactly as much of yourself as you need to give. I promise, I will never take more than that from you.”
He pauses, considering my words, before responding. “What if I don’t know how much I need to give?”
An old, familiar tingle precedes my answer. “Isn’t that the fun of it?”
He seems unsure at first, but a smile slowly creeps across his features. “If you say so, Master.”
“I do.” I lean in and cover his lips with mine, delivering a gentle but unequivocal message. Trust me.
“Time for bed, sweet boy. Lie down now.”
Dane stretches out on his back, tucking his hands beneath the pillow and crossing his ankles. “Which side do you want me on?” he asks, as carefree and relaxed as I’ve ever seen him.
“I’m flexible.” Truth is, I’m accustomed to having the whole bed to myself, and it’s a ritual I’m more than happy to change.
Dane flips onto his side, turning toward me and watching while I arrange the covers over his naked body. Calmly, deliberately, I lift the comforter, slip in next to him, and tap the switch above the nightstand. The room is quiet and dark, but Dane is a warm presence that obliterates the emptiness of all the solo nights before this.
“Excuse me, Master,” he whispers into the middle of the bed.
“What is it, Dane?”
“What do you require of me?”
“Just that you sleep well.”
“And in the morning?”
“Nothing, Dane.” To be honest, I hadn’t much thought about anything beyond drawing warmth from his body. “Actually, there is one thing—don’t get out of bed until I command it.” There is no fucking way I’m waking up to a cold, empty space beside me tomorrow.
In the not-quite-dark of glowing clock numbers and almost-but-not-wholly-filtered neon signs outside, I can make out Dane’s rhythmic blinking. Reaching my fingertips to his face, I push back the silky strands that have flopped onto his forehead. “What are you thinking about?” I ask softly.
He grasps my lower arm with his hand, holding my palm along his cheek. “I can’t remember the last time I slept with someone,” he answers. “It’s nice.”
Fuck it. We’re so going to cuddle.
“C’mere.” I extend my arm under Dane’s pillow and shuffle to join his body hip to hip. Our lips meet; he finally allows his eyelids to drop. Our kiss is unhurried and deep. There’s a pleasant stirring in my groin—one that doesn’t need addressing—but there’s a far more significant trembling in my heart.
When we’ve kissed ourselves out, Dane burrows his face into the security of my chest. Our bodies settle into place like two halves of a broken teacup. He sighs, tossing a soft ball of warm breath onto my skin. I tighten my arms around his back and chuckle. “You really need to go to sleep now, Dane. Don’t make me get ugly with you.”
His answering laughter tickles me. “I was waiting for you to throw your leg over me, Master.”
“Only you would take that as a promise and not a threat!” I indulge him one last time tonight by bringing my right knee over his narrow hips and engulfing him with my lower body. For him.
“Mmm,” he purrs in response.
Or was that me?