Bound for You, page 3
part #3 of Tender Control Series
“Let me hear your need, slut. Let me hear how much you want to come.” Sexy, dirty noises poured out of him as I jerked him off at a frantic pace. When he finally got to the point where I knew he was at the edge of his control, the beautiful noises took on a frantic tone.
“That’s my good slut.” Stroking my thumb over the head of his cock, I grinned as he cried out and bucked up into my hand. Pressing against his slit, I loved the sounds he made, frantic and painfully hard as his dick throbbed in my grip. “Come.”
Chapter 3
Ridley
The pleasure was so strong it felt like my orgasm was turning me inside out. I could almost hear the crowd around us as I came, imagining the scene exactly as he’d described. The overwhelming desire eventually started to fade, but Master kept a tight hold on my cock, stroking the head and shaft even as I started to squirm.
Reality hadn’t quite set back in, so I writhed and moaned, loving the mix of pain and pleasure that he kept pushing through me as he held me down against the couch. “Master…I…”
“Shh…Just relax for me. Show me that you want to be a good boy for me.” The desire and wicked delight were clear in his voice as he quietly whispered to me. It was almost like he was teasing me for the audience that we both wanted to be watching us.
“I…but…Master…” Sucking in a breath, I stopped trying to push the discomfort away and instead focused on just the feeling of being owned and used. Surprisingly, when I accepted the pain, everything changed, and the world took on a hazy feeling.
“That’s my beautiful boy. Show me that you can suffer for me. Show me what a good boy you are.” As the painful pleasure continued, something about knowing I was pleasing him had my last remaining brain cells start skipping around in my head.
Everything faded until the sensations were something like a background noise to the pleasure and overwhelming knowledge that I’d made him happy.
At some point everything must have faded away completely because as the world came back into focus, I was wrapped in what seemed to be a blanket. Opening my eyes and wiggling just enough to get an idea of what was going on, I realized I was still cuddled into Warner’s chest.
“How are you feeling?” The question was asked so earnestly I took a moment to really think about it.
“A little like I was taken apart and then put back together a bit wrong. It’s not bad, but it’s weird.” I knew I wasn’t explaining it right, but his chuckle said he didn’t mind.
As he smiled and seemed to find my explanation cute, I closed my eyes and snuggled back into his chest. Shifting me around so I was on my side with my face tucked against him, he started stroking my back and I couldn’t seem to hold back the quiet moan that escaped.
“My cuddle bug.” His teasing made me groan.
“Not a bug.” I was comfy and snuggly and felt so relaxed; I just didn’t have the words to explain it.
I got another quiet laugh from him, but he didn’t stop the wonderful caresses as he held me tight. I probably dozed again because when everything came into focus the next time, my body ached in a wonderful way like I’d gotten a fabulous workout but my head felt clearer.
I also wasn’t on his lap anymore.
Well, my head seemed to be on his lap, but the rest of me was stretched on the couch, still covered by the blanket. When I shifted just enough that I knew I was facing up, I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me.
“There you are.” The pleased expression Warner was wearing seemed to say he liked what we’d done, but I still felt a pressing need to apologize.
I was pretty sure that somewhere in the top ten dating rules was don’t fall asleep on the first date.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, he shook his head.
“No, don’t be sorry. It was perfect.” His hand moved so he was slowly stroking my forehead and his smile came back. “You were absolutely perfect and just beautiful when you submitted.”
Hearing him talk about my submission so matter-of-factly and in such almost romantic terms had me blushing for some reason. That just had him chuckling again. “Now you’re getting shy? My sexy boy who got so hard thinking about everyone watching him that his orgasm covered him in cum?”
He’d done that on purpose, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t work.
Groaning as my face heated up even more, I tugged the blanket over my head. “Nope, I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
Had I really come that hard?
Warner gave another soft laugh, but he was wearing a tender expression as he eased the blanket lower. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I loved the scene just as much as you did and I thought it was perfect. I want you to feel comfortable sharing any fantasy with me or just anything you’re curious about in general.”
Taking a breath, I nodded. “I know logically that’s true, but honestly, I haven’t dated the most open-minded people in the past, so that doesn’t come automatically to me.”
He gave me a wicked smile that I wasn’t quite expecting. “Then I’m going to have to punish you every time you hide from something you want.”
Oh.
“Really?”
He chuckled, easing the blanket even lower. “I think I need to show you just what I mean.”
My brain wasn’t sure how we felt about the turn the conversation had taken, but my dick was thoroughly enjoying it. Not surprising, but it still made me want to squirm when he pushed the blanket off me, baring me again.
“Roll over and pull your knees under you so you’re lying over my lap.” There was no question in his voice about whether I would obey, and somehow that just made it easier. His confidence seemed to be contagious.
Any silliness I felt as I rolled over faded the moment he pushed my pants and briefs down further, baring my ass. It was like he’d flipped a switch and nothing mattered but the need he seemed to generate in me and the weight of his hand as he stroked my ass.
“What am I going to do, boy?” His question had me closing my eyes, pressing my forehead into the couch so I didn’t have to look at him.
“Spank me?”
He made a pleased sound like he was proud of me, which only pushed my desperation and excitement higher. “And why am I going to spank you?”
That was a damned good question and remembering the answer took several long moments. “I was embarrassed when I shouldn’t have been.”
But now that I was bent over his lap with my ass in the air, it just seemed vague and ridiculous.
“That’s right. You shouldn’t hide from anything we do. I want you to love everything that makes you hard and begging.” As he let the words sink in, his hand came down on my ass for the first time.
Fuck.
It was perfect.
The flash of pain was just enough to make me gasp and then immediately want more as he stroked over the tender skin. “Master…I…”
The brush of his finger over my hole chased every thought from my mind.
“That’s right. I’m your Master and all you have to remember when you submit is that I’m going to love every wicked thing I’ll do to you.” He cemented that idea into my mind as he spanked me several more times in a row, alternating cheeks so they were both warm and my dick was hanging heavy under me.
“I…please…” I had no idea what I was begging for but there was a need for something building in me again.
“No, you’re not going to get to come this time.” He gave me one more spank, making me whimper in need, before he stroked over my ass. “Only good boys who relish their submission and their desire get to come.”
Groaning, I nodded against the cushion. “Yes, Master.”
I knew this wouldn’t be the only time he had to remind me that I didn’t have to feel embarrassed or bad about my desires, but there was something erotic about being displayed and hard for him. I was definitely going to remember this moment.
The way he kept stroking my ass with his possessive touch said I wasn’t supposed to move just yet, but there was a weird war playing out inside of me about how I felt about it. One side said it was sexy and dirty, the other said it was sexy and embarrassing.
I decided they were both right.
But thankfully, before I had to think about anything else, Warner decided it was time for him to make some decisions. “Sit up for me. You’re wearing too many clothes.”
It was a simple but dirty statement and it was so fucking hot I had to fight the urge to rub my dick against him. Shit. I was at the point that he could turn me on just reading his grocery list.
Yep, I was totally head over heels for the sexy man.
As I obeyed, sitting back on my heels, my eyes nearly rolled back in my head at the heat and pleasure that fired through me.
Spankings were fabulous.
Warner’s smirk said he knew exactly what I was feeling, but he stayed focused instead of getting distracted by my breathy moans. “It’s a lot later than you probably realize. You are going to stay the night here, either in the guest room or there’s a small studio apartment over the garage that has its own separate entrance.”
I was?
Glancing around the room, I saw a small decorative clock on a tall bookshelf that said he wasn’t exaggerating. It was after eleven and there was no way I was ready to leave yet.
But his guest room?
When I didn’t safeword or disagree, Warner just nodded like the decision had been made and reached for my shirt. As he tugged it over my head and laid it on the couch, I felt his eyes rake over me. There was no way and no reason to hide my desire from him, so I just focused on his plan.
“Master?”
My word stopped him from stripping me further, but something in my tone or expression had him pulling me onto his lap. “Yes?”
The half-dressed look I was sporting was a bit weird, but I stayed on topic instead of thinking about how I looked. “What if I don’t want to stay in the guest room?”
When I realized that might not have come out right, I quickly continued. “I mean, I want to stay here, but what if I want to sleep with you?”
His expression quickly moved from concerned to pleased. “I won’t make that decision for you. It’s not the same as wanting to keep you safe. But if you would like to stay in my bed tonight, I would like that as well.”
That was what I wanted more than anything, but I had to make sure we were both on the same page. “But you’d tell me if you weren’t comfortable with that, right? I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re the type of guy who would do something you might not want to just to make me happy. I know because I’d do that too and I’m trying to make sure I’m honest with you.”
A smile spread over his face and he chuckled, finally nodding after giving me a casual shrug. “I might possibly talk myself into something if I knew it would make you happy, but I promise that this is not one of those moments.”
I believed him, but I couldn’t resist teasing him. Snuggling closer again, I might have wiggled over his dick a few times just for fun. “But how do I know?”
Warner let out a quiet breath and wrapped his arms around me, pinning me against him. “Because I’m compromising with you already. I would love nothing more than to tie you to my bed and fuck you so many times tonight you’d feel me for days. So just holding you while you sleep is definitely on my to-do list.”
As I was trying to remember how to breathe, he leaned in and kissed my neck, nibbling up it slowly. “And if you keep wiggling on my lap just to tease me, you’re going to find yourself caged and plugged as a reminder of how to behave.”
Was that supposed to be a threat or a reward?
Before I could figure that out, he nibbled on my ear, sending sparks through me again. Wiggling against his cock was instinctive as he held me tight and his teeth scraped over my skin. But my inability to sit still while he teased me earned my nipple a pinch, which again didn’t help the situation any.
“If you keep disobeying me and trying to grind your ass on my dick, I’m going to have to punish you.” The way his breath caressed over my neck made obeying impossible. “In fact, I think you’re deliberately trying to get punished.”
Was I?
“I think you’re curious to see what will happen when you disobey your Master.” He might have had a point, but I was still pretty sure this was all his fault.
“I’m sorry…Master.” Kind of?
At the very least I was sorry he hadn’t come yet.
That had to count for something, right?
“You’re going to be very sorry, naughty boy.” The wonderfully wicked threat was whispered right next to my ear, and all I could do was grind my ass on his lap and clench my cheeks. All the talk of my ass and his dick had left me feeling empty and desperate.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d fucked on the first date, but I was hoping that was about to change.
“How…how are you going to punish me, Master?”
Please let him say he was going to spank me again.
Just the small taste he’d given me was enough to prove that I wanted more. I wanted to be able to feel it for days, not just for a few minutes. There’d been a handful of guys who’d spanked me a few times as we’d fucked, but nothing that even came close to kneeling over Warner and having to offer myself up for him to spank.
Warner gave my ear one last stinging nibble before pulling away and leaning back against the couch so he could rake his gaze over me again. The wicked way one side of his mouth curled up as he took in my erection sent even more desperate need snaking its way through me again.
“I think that’s for me to know and you to find out.” Then he cupped my jaw as he turned my head and slowly brought his lips to mine.
Chapter 4
Warner
He tasted like utter perfection.
Nibbling on his lips, I swallowed his moan as he gave himself to me completely, grinding on my cock and letting out the sweetest sounds. As he went soft and submissive in my arms, he shivered as our tongues stroked against each other.
When I finally pulled away, still holding him tight to me and stroking his face, I kissed his forehead and smiled. “Thank you for taking a chance and trusting Asa enough to bring me dinner.”
He returned my smile, grinning mischievously. “I have to admit, I was pretty sure you were going to tell me I was nuts and to take a hike.”
“Never.” Giving him another quick kiss, I stroked down his neck and over his chest as he let out another breathy moan. “I’ve been dreaming about doing wicked things to you since the first time I saw you.”
Ridley still looked happy, but I could see there was something still on his mind. “But you’ll be fine with keeping things casual? I mean, I know we’ve both thought about this for a while, and—”
Kissing him again to stop the string of worries, I pulled back and shook my head. “What did I say?”
“That you would respect my boundaries.” He parroted back the words, but I wasn’t sure they’d really sunk into him.
“I will let you know if I’m unhappy with our arrangement, but I can’t see getting frustrated.” I’d waited too long to have him in my arms. “I have friends I hang out with on a regular basis, and as long as you don’t mind my going to the club—with the stipulation that I don’t engage in scenes with other subs, of course—then I’ll look forward to our nights together, but I won’t be miserable.”
And it wasn’t like I’d dated a lot lately anyway.
Ridley had been the only man on my mind for a long time. I wasn’t going to lie and say I wouldn’t enjoy watching scenes at the club, but I didn’t need to participate to have fun.
He nodded again, but this time it seemed to be a more genuine acceptance of my words. “I’m going to worry for a while.”
I had to chuckle. “I bet you’re a worrier by nature, so I think I’m going to have to just accept that for a while.”
Ridley’s grin came back. “You’re going to want to fix it so that I don’t worry.”
I huffed. “I know people cannot be changed.”
His smile widened. “That doesn’t mean it’s not going to drive you nuts.”
“I plead the fifth.” I wasn’t going to give him something else to worry about, even if that was me wanting to change him so he wasn’t worrying.
That had him nearly giggling as he curled back into me. “I’m not sure Masters get to plead the fifth.”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Bullshit. As Master, I get to do whatever I want as long as it’s within your limits.”
More laughter bubbled out of him. “I’m learning new things about Doms and subs all the time, but I don’t remember running into that rule before.”
“Then you’ll just have to pay more attention.” I shook my head in mock frustration as he laughed quietly. “Just another reason to have to punish you again.”
He was pressed so tightly against me there was no way to miss the shiver that raced through him. Ridley was definitely looking forward to his punishment, but first, he needed to be cleaned up. “But first a shower. You’re sticky.”
Ridley chuckled. “Just a bit.”
Then he wiggled his legs. “And I’m stuck.”
“I happen to like the half-naked look you’ve got going. I think I’m going to find some clothes that will leave your ass and cock displayed for me.” If I only got to see him once in a while, I wasn’t going to waste time taking it slow or second-guessing what I wanted to do with him.
I’d never been the type to jump into a relationship headfirst, but this was clearly not going to be like any relationship I’d ever had.
Ridley seemed to agree with me because his half-hard cock started to thicken again as that idea sank in. “You’d…I mean…”
Oh yes, he liked the idea that I would put him on display.
“I would.” Pinching one nipple, I chuckled as he groaned. “I definitely would.”
But as fun as it was to tease him, it was time to take care of him. “Come on. Let’s get you a shower.”
