Bound With You, page 5
part #1 of Tender Control Series
I had a feeling that was going to describe a lot of things.
“Then I get to beg?” My tone was dry, but he laughed.
“Oh yes, then I’ll happily make you beg.”
He was going to make me come if he kept saying sexy shit like that.
I wasn’t sure what to say to that, especially since it didn’t seem like an orgasm was on the table for the time being, so I gave in to the urge that had been pushing at me since he’d first taken my hand. I leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder.
Porter wrapped his arms even tighter around me, and I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head. He was so cute when he did that. The sexy Dom turned tender. It made me wonder what other sides to him I hadn’t seen yet. “Come on, baby. Let’s go back out and sit down for a while. Unless you have to go soon?”
I shook my head, and that was enough for him. “Alright, then. One more question. Do you want to sit next to me while we talk or do you want to kneel for me?”
I didn’t know if it should’ve been a hard decision or not, but I wasn’t ready for things to move to a more traditional dating feel yet. “Kneel. I want you to still be…Sir.”
That didn’t seem like the right word, but I didn’t have a better title for him yet.
“I would like that.” His hand stroked over my head again as I straightened, then settled under my chin so I was looking into his face again. “If my taking charge, even in a more traditional dating situation, makes you more comfortable or just happier, let me know.”
Porter gave me a teasing smile, stroking my cheek again. “I don’t want to make you feel smothered, so I might err on the side of caution a bit too much…but controlling you will never make me unhappy.”
That made me chuckle, and I nodded, leaning into his touch. “Fair warning, though, I might forget.”
That didn’t seem to bother him.
His grin turned wicked, and I had to resist the urge to grind my dick against him. “Then I’ll have to find ways of reminding you that I don’t mind being in control.”
I wasn’t sure if that turned me on or made me nervous…probably both, but I nodded and tried not to look too eager to figure out what he meant by that. It would probably be sexy, but jumping in headfirst might not be the right idea.
Not that I was sure we were taking things slow.
Could people go fast without even having sex?
Porter smiled and gave me an innocent peck before finally pulling away and taking my hand. “Come on. Let’s see if we can go turn off your brain for a few minutes.”
That made me grin. “How did you know I was starting to overthink?”
He scoffed playfully. “I’m your Dom. Of course I can tell when you’re overthinking.”
My Dom.
I liked that.
“So that makes you a mind reader? Good to know.” My answer had him giving me a skeptical look as we walked back to the lounge area.
“Don’t think my psychic powers will get you out of talking. You need the practice talking and communicating how you feel.” He shrugged and did a great job of seeming to take the whole thing very seriously. “I wouldn’t be doing you any favors if I always read your mind.”
Shaking my head, I couldn’t stop smiling. It wasn’t how I pictured my first night at a BDSM club going, but I had a feeling that was a good thing.
As we walked back through the lounge, I looked around, finally taking in more of the feel of the place. I’d been too nervous to really look around before, but now it didn’t seem as overwhelming. The commanding presence of the Doms and the variety of subs was still fascinating, but now it felt like I was part of them instead of watching like one of those wildlife commentators on TV.
Across the sea of half-naked men and quiet laughter, I saw Conner start wiggling in our direction. Tugging on Porter’s hand, I dropped my voice. “Is he always naked?”
He must’ve known who I was talking about because he coughed, doing his best to cover his laughter. “Yes. But thank your lucky stars he’s sober because he’s one of the most erotic dancers I’ve ever seen. It’s highly distracting.”
I clearly wasn’t that smart because I thought it sounded interesting.
“Really?”
Porter nodded, looking across the room and smiling as Conner detoured to the bar. “His partner Ben, another owner of the club, is here somewhere. They’re hardly ever apart.”
“Conner was the one I’ve been talking to the most, but I think I emailed Ben at some point.” Porter’s curious expression had me explaining. “I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer some of the questions on the application, so we had to chat a few times before they would let me join.”
“Ah.” Porter nodded. “I can see why they would have questions, but I’m glad you got it worked out.”
Me too.
Porter led us over to a small sitting area and snagged a pillow from a neatly stacked pile as we walked past.
I was going to kneel.
There wasn’t really time to think about it, though, because before my brain could do more than stare at the thick square pillow it was lying in front of the chair. Porter kept my hand as he sat down, then gave it a faint tug to get me to inch closer.
I’d only seen the movement done once as I’d first talked to Conner, so I glanced around the room and saw several subs sitting in front of who I thought were their Doms. That wasn’t much help. One was sitting with his back perfectly straight, his arms cuffed behind his back, and another was curled around his Dom’s legs while the man petted his head.
And the binkie in the third sub's mouth as he ran a train around the floor seemed to suggest the little type of sub Porter had mentioned earlier, so that might not be the right behavior to emulate. I finally gave up and looked at Porter who was smiling. “I don’t know what to do, Sir.”
Something in the pleased look he gave me said he liked that I’d admitted that. Taking my other hand, he positioned me in front of him. “There’s no right or wrong for us. At some point we’ll practice having you sitting more formally, but for right now that’s not what I want.”
Hearing that he knew what he wanted me to do, and that he had a plan, settled something inside me. I probably should’ve realized that sooner, but yeah, Dom meant he had opinions on everything. Feeling relieved that I didn’t have to guess, I nodded and waited.
That had Porter looking even more pleased. “Try to keep your back straight and slowly lower yourself to your knees. Then you’re going to move closer so I can touch you while we talk.”
“Yes, Sir.” I could do that.
Mostly.
I knew I wasn’t the most graceful sub in the room, but I pictured what I’d seen before and slowly tried to imitate it. I must have done a reasonable job because Porter squeezed my hands and his gaze looked heated as I settled closer between his legs.
It felt…curious.
I liked being at his feet for reasons I wasn’t sure I’d ever really understand, but I was now at groin level and that was…strange.
Walking around staring at guys’ junk had never seemed like a good idea, and now I was eye level with Porter’s clearly hard dick.
I had a quick moment to thank the universe that he was wearing more clothes than Conner, but I seemed to have accidentally summoned him because his barely disguised package popped up in my peripheral vision. Before I could decide what to do, Porter eased my head to his thigh and stroked over my hair.
Closing my eyes, I forced my body to relax and did my best to imagine it was just the two of us. It was easier than I thought. Even hearing Conner’s quiet voice saying something to Porter, I did my best to simply focus on the warmth of his body and how it all felt.
When I felt Conner move away, I thought Porter would have me sit up, but he just kept stroking my head, quietly encouraging me to stay cuddled against him.
“How do you feel, baby?”
It wasn’t a difficult question, but the answer I wanted to give seemed silly. I finally just answered. “Peaceful.”
“Perfect.”
So maybe it wasn’t a silly answer.
“You look beautiful like that. Relaxed and submissive.” His fingers trailed along my neck, sending a shiver through me. “I knew I’d love seeing you like this.”
That sent waves of confusing emotions through me—pleasure at his touch and just knowing I pleased him in general mixed with mild embarrassment and a host of other things I wasn’t sure I had a name for. Porter seemed to understand that, or maybe he could just feel something in my body, because he kept stroking my head and letting me relax.
I lost track of time as he kept up the slow caresses and let me get used to simply being with him like that. When he started to speak again, he made me smile and squirm a bit. “I can’t wait to see you naked and kneeling for me. I’ll slowly strip you down, and when you’re curled at my feet so beautifully, we’ll watch a movie or talk.”
The idea of being naked in front of him wasn’t startling. After our kisses, I’d kind of hoped that was where the evening was heading, but naked and kneeling put another spin on it.
“I might even decide to teach you to become my sexy cockwarmer.” The words were enticing even though I wasn’t sure what he was picturing, but as he continued, I figured it out. “You’d look so amazing kneeling for me and just using that sexy mouth to keep my dick warm and hard as I worked or watched TV.”
That was…interesting.
I must have made some kind of a sound because he chuckled and trailed a finger down my neck. “I think you’d like that.”
Maybe.
“What do you think about being my cockwarmer?” The question was so insane, even thinking about it wouldn’t make it more logical, so I just answered.
“Objectified.” Then I realized that might sound negative, so I sat up and opened my eyes. “But that wasn’t bad.”
Porter smiled and his hand came around to cup my chin and stroke my jaw. “Not all the time, but sometimes just a bit of objectification is fun.”
I nodded. “It sounded sexy.”
His smile turned to something darker, still pleased but there was an edge of erotic pleasure now. “I agree. You look like you were made to kneel for me.”
The possession in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I liked it. In another situation like a regular first date it might have been creepy, but this was perfect. This was what I’d always imagined submission should feel like. “It feels right, Sir.”
Confessing that had the butterflies in my stomach stirring up again, but Porter’s heated, possessive gaze made it worth it. “I’m glad, but I think you’re going to like it even better when you’re naked for me and can’t hide your reactions.”
I wanted to curse as I felt my face heating up, but Porter’s chuckle did wicked things to my insides and I found myself shifting to try to get more comfortable. The jeans were made to look sexy, not to be comfortable with an erection.
“Oh yes, I can’t wait to see every inch of you exposed for me.” He was sincere and utterly erotic just studying me like he was imagining me naked.
No one had ever looked at me like that.
He must have liked what he was seeing in his mind because his erection was impossible to miss. When he realized what I was trying not to notice, he grinned and brought one hand to his thigh to absently stroke his dick as he caressed my face with his other hand.
“Do you like knowing you’ve turned me on or does it make you nervous?” The sexy question asked in such a reasonable way had my dick jerking and trying to beg for my hand or some kind of friction.
“Is both a reasonable answer, Sir?” His nod made me feel a bit better. “Both.”
“Does the fact that it makes you nervous make you more aroused or less?” Again, he asked it like it was such a reasonable question, even though he was playing with his dick, that it was making my head spin.
“More, I think?” I swallowed and found myself staring at his fingers as they slowly circled what had to be the head of his cock. I wanted to give him a better answer, but there was no way I could look away from the sexy sight in front of me. “I’ve never felt this way, so it’s hard to tell what’s making everything more erotic.”
“Is watching me play with my erection making you more aroused?” I found myself nodding before he’d even finished the question which made him chuckle again.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” It was a simple order that had me rambling out odd things.
“I’m thinking about how you’ll look naked, and how weird this is, but it’s perfect too, and do you like that much sensation on the head of your dick?” Okay, maybe I should have edited that a bit, but I was feeling very relaxed so it probably wouldn’t happen.
Porter’s response didn’t seem like he thought I’d lost my mind, though.
“I’m glad it feels right, baby.” Caressing down my neck, he pinched my nipple, making me moan. “And yes, sometimes I like a lot of direct stimulation. Oh, and yes, I’m definitely picturing you naked too; that hard, trapped cock straining out in front of you would be perfect.”
A mix of desire and embarrassment ran through me, but I was glad I wasn’t the only one.
“I might even put a cock ring on it so it would stand out even more.” His fingers stroked under my jaw almost like he was imagining it was my cock.
I wasn’t sure how to respond, but I wasn’t against the idea.
My indecision or just the look on my face seemed to please him because he got that devilish grin again. “We’re going to have so much fun discovering what you like and what you’ll suffer through just to please me.”
Was it possible just to talk someone into an orgasm?
I had to swallow several times before anything would come out. “Yes, Sir…I…I want to please you.”
His dirty words might have gone right to my dick, but my submissive ones went right to his, so it seemed like we were a perfect match.
Maybe Conner had known what he was doing after all.
Chapter 6
Porter
“You know, the best way to get to know a sub is to have them move in with you.” Stuart’s dry comment had me wondering if he was serious or not. Sometimes it was hard to tell with him, especially when we were on the phone.
“I think that might be the wrong course of action here.” My answer was just as dry, and his chuckle coming through the phone made me grin. “Besides, I’m taking him to dinner and we’ll see from there. I’m pretty sure that means he won’t have a suitcase with him.”
But an overnight bag might not be a bad thing.
“I don’t know. He made you wait all week for another date. I think that’s grounds for kidnapping. Especially when he was looking at you like a cute little pup when he left last week.” Again, I couldn’t decide how serious he was.
He’d always had a dry sense of humor and a possessive streak a mile wide, but lately, he’d been a bit…grumpy.
“I’m not going to kidnap him. He had work and night classes this week and he’s doing some renovations at his mother’s house.” The more I learned about Landon, the more I realized he really had needed to make time for himself.
“If you keep him, he wouldn’t have to work.” Again, Stuart’s response had me looking at the phone.
“He’d miss it. I don’t think he’d enjoy being completely lifestyle.” But since that might be part of why Stuart was a bit frustrated, I kept going. “Although there have been a lot of new subs coming to the club lately. I’m sure there are some lifestyle subs in the mix. Did you meet that young man with the pink hair? He was very polite.”
And pink.
He’d seemed nice, but I hadn’t seen him do more than talk with anyone.
Stuart snorted. “He’s straight.”
What?
“How did he end up at B and C?” They’d joked about Landon looking out of place, but that had never happened to my knowledge.
“He said on his application that he was bi, but rumor has it that Conner didn’t get a good vibe from him and they did a deeper background check. Straight guy trying to understand gay culture for some kind of paper.” Stuart’s frustrated explanation was starting to give me a hint about why he was so damned grumpy lately.
“I hope they reminded him about the confidentiality clause he signed. If they need a lawyer, let me know.” The process of selling my business had been so ridiculous that I now had several I could call if necessary.
“Ben didn’t seem worried, but I have a feeling they’re glad they listened to Conner’s gut.”
Me too, otherwise I wouldn’t have a date with Landon.
“Let me know how that goes.” Stuart talked to them more than I did, so he’d know more about what happened than I would. “And stop being so damned pessimistic. You’re not going to find your boy by growling at everyone and making snide comments about kidnapping a sub.”
We’d all end up needing lawyers if he kept that shit up.
He just snorted and ended the call.
Grumpy-ass nutcase.
Slipping my phone in my pocket, I did one last walkthrough of the living room, making sure it looked neat but not overly so. I still wasn’t sure if Landon was coming back to my place or not, but I didn’t want the room to look stark.
And I was obsessing.
“He’s not going to care about the living room.” I was going to turn into Stuart if I wasn’t careful. “It’s just dinner. It’s going to be fine. He’s not going to have changed his mind in just a week.”
Right?
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Landon was still deep in conversation, seemingly with himself, as I got to his car. When I first saw him pull into the parking lot of the restaurant, I thought he’d seen me, but the animated way he was talking quickly made me realize he had no idea I was watching.
It made me feel better about my own nerves, though I was ridiculously curious about what he was talking about.
But unfortunately I didn’t get to eavesdrop because as soon as I got close enough to have a prayer of reading his lips, he saw me. Freezing mid-sentence, he immediately dropped back to that calm exterior he was most comfortable with, but I just grinned.
