Bound With You, page 8
part #1 of Tender Control Series
When I finally started easing the tight fabric down his hips and over his thick erection, I felt little jolts of pleasure rush through him. As his dick sprang out and the fabric slid to the floor, he made a low, needy sound, and precum beaded at the tip of his cock.
Stepping out of the fabric had his erection swinging back and forth so temptingly, I brought one hand to it and gently held it. Caressing the underside as I moved my fingers down the length, I could feel every shiver and twitch that ran through him.
When I finally reached the end of his cock and caressed over his slit to rub the precum around the head of his dick, he whimpered and the effort to stay still had his entire body clenching. “Good boy. That’s right. All you have to do to please me is just stand very still for me and let me see your sexy body.”
For some reason, the words didn’t seem to help his ability to stand still.
Hmm, who knew.
But the tender touch around the tip pulled such sexy sounds from him, I decided I wasn’t in a rush to continue exploring the rest of his erection yet. He was so sensitive that just rubbing my thumb back and forth under the head made his body shake and he gasped out a low moan.
His reaction was so strong I knew we’d come back to those reactions later, but as his cock jerked and more precum slicked his erection, I knew if I played too much he’d come before we got his spanking started.
However, since being aroused for that was the best plan, I moved my hand away from the head of his dick to just hold the shaft firmly in my hand. As he sucked in a breath and his eyes started to clear, I smiled. “While you’re here with me, this cock is mine. That means no jerking off and no playing with it unless you have permission.”
His head bobbed almost frantically as I kept my possessive hold on his erection. “After your spanking, we’ll talk about the rules about touching yourself when you’re not here.”
That was either a fantasy he’d explored over and over or something wonderfully new, but either way, the pleasure that streaked through him said that idea wasn’t too much for him. We’d definitely come back to that idea later, but for now, I had a spanking to give.
I wasn’t sure how good his control was, so instead of using his sexy cock as a handle, I released it and wrapped one arm around his back to steer him toward the bed. “I think it’s time to make sure you remember to be good for me.”
Landon’s walk to the bed was definitely on autopilot but nothing in his expression said he was worried about it; just the opposite, in fact. His quiet excitement just seemed to get more intense as I sat down on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.
“Come here. Stretch out over me, but remember, no orgasms without permission.” Something about the order or just having to finally lie over me had worry peeking out and weaving its way through the desire.
When he finally lay down across my lap, I could feel how tense his body was, so I slowly caressed over his back and down to his thighs before working my way back up. I kept up the gentle strokes to his tight body until he started to relax again. As his muscles released their tension, I made my caresses shorter along his body until I was just making small circles over his ass.
“That’s my good boy. I’m so proud of you.” The light touch made him relax, but as I kneaded one cheek, he let out a low moan. “That’s right. I want to hear all your sexy sounds. You’re doing such a good job submitting to me.”
The praise had him sinking deeper into my lap and I could see his face getting pink. “Giving yourself to someone like this isn’t easy. It takes strength to completely submit that most people don’t have. I’m so proud of my boy.”
As he made a low, pleased sound, I gave him his first spank. The beautiful noise echoed in the quiet of the room, but his gasp and the quiet moan that followed were the most perfect sounds I’d ever heard. His body tensed automatically, but once he realized it wasn’t that hard of a spank, he relaxed.
Spanking him again, I started a slow, steady rhythm and spread them out over his ass so he wouldn’t be too sore. The first few times my hand came down, he would start and shift like he wasn’t sure about the sensations. “Just relax. Don’t worry about the pain or anything else. Focus on how happy you’re making me and how the sensations are just flowing through you.”
“You…happy?” The choppy question wasn’t really clear, but I did my best to answer.
“Oh yes, you’re so beautiful like this, so sexy, and I love the way your ass is getting pink.” Hearing me voice my approval and not just the erection he had to feel under him seemed to give him permission to let his worries go. “You look so strong. Absolutely perfect.”
Landon’s muscles eased their tension even more, and the next time my hand came down, he moaned unashamedly.
“That’s right. Such a good boy. Just let the pleasure take you away.” I wasn’t sure if he’d find subspace, but with the way he threw himself into everything, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Keeping my hand light, I kept slowly spanking him until he was gently rocking against my thighs, making desperate sounds as the pleasure built.
He might not have trusted the pleasure running through him, but once he let that go it was all he seemed to focus on. While subspace might not be on the table, an orgasm was. So as his desperation started to build, I spaced out the spanks and started stroking over his ass.
As I squeezed down on one cheek, he gasped, but the painful pleasure had him thrusting frantically against my thighs. So, of course, I had to do it again. “That’s my sexy boy. I can feel how hard you are.”
He made a quiet embarrassed sound that had me chuckling. “I’ve thought about seeing you like this for days.”
I made a low moan as he rocked against my dick. “My sweet, needy boy. You look so sexy. Can’t you feel how hard you’ve made me?”
Landon started to shake and I knew he was right on the edge.
“You’ve been very good.” Stroking over his ass, I let my fingers brush down the center of his ass and all it took was the faintest caress over his tight opening to push him right to the edge. “Come for me. Show me how good it feels to submit to me.”
Permission and another gentle touch to his hole were all he needed for his orgasm to explode through him. As he thrust against me, moaning and shaking, I stroked my finger between his cheeks, keeping the pleasure flooding through him.
When he finally slumped down against the bed, I went back to simply caressing his ass and over his back. I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be, so I just waited and kept caressing him until I could guess what the next course of action should be.
After a minute or two, he lifted his head and looked around, almost confused. Since he wasn’t jumping away and having an I’m not really bi kind of moment, I stroked over his head. “Can I hold you?”
That seemed to clear his head along with what had to be a tender ass because as he moved, he finally blushed and it was like everything came flooding back to him. Again, I wasn’t sure what he would do, so I tried not to assume as I spoke to him again. “How do you feel?”
It might’ve been too many questions for his brain to handle because he shifted around and curled up against me without talking. Taking my cue from him, I scooted down so he could lay his head on my chest and kissed the top of his head as he sighed.
I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, but the way he was pressed against me, and the cum on my pants, said he wasn’t too worried about it.
“I think we can safely say I am bi and submissive…at least with you.” His words came out a bit dry, making me laugh.
He snuggled closer and I could feel his hand start to slowly caress my chest as I responded. “Well, I happen to think that’s a wonderful combination, especially with those tattoos and your nipple piercings.”
Landon chuckled, but his head stayed resting against me. I asked, “What do you think?”
“I don’t know.” The words weren’t stressed, but he seemed to be still processing it all. “I know I liked the feel of the spanking, more the emotions and feelings than the pain itself, if that makes sense?”
“It does.” I just hoped I could explain it right. “Enjoying the submissive feelings of being owned and controlled and knowing you’re making your Dom happy is very different from enjoying the pain.”
His head nodded, but it took him a second to ask another question. “Does it bother you that I don’t like the pain? I mean, I know there’s other stuff we can do, but what were you picturing?”
“Let me ask you a question first before I answer yours. How did the level of pain in that spanking feel? Is that level something you would want to do again or not really? Remember, there’s no right or wrong answer.” My last line had him chuckling, but he nodded again so I knew we were still on the same page.
“The pain wasn’t too much. You probably could’ve gone harder without crossing over into making me want to push back against it. Not safeword but just need to…I don’t know… not be able to submit nicely?” Landon paused. “Does that make sense?”
I grinned, leaning down to kiss his head again. “Yes, that’s why we have safewords and ‘no’ doesn’t stop things. Imagine being completely restrained and free to fight against the bonds as I spanked you just a bit harder or even flogged you.”
The shiver that ran through him gave me my answer before he looked up. “Fighting back would be okay?”
“Yes.” He’d look incredible like that. “You could use the pain and the complete lack of control to vent all your frustration. Saying stop wouldn’t end it and even yelling at me wouldn’t either. You’d have to say red in our case for everything to stop.”
He looked like that idea had never occurred to him. He was so calm and hard to read that I had a feeling he was pushing back a lot of frustration at the very least. From what little he’d told me about his past, he’d needed to grow up fast.
“And I think if you relax into the pain next time and don’t worry about not finding it arousing, you’d feel incredible.” He’d look beautiful flying.
Stroking my hands down his back, I waited while he thought everything over. I had to smile at his next words. “So we could do something like that scene with the floggers?”
“Yes. Maybe not with the ropes like that just yet. I would want to put you in something easier to get you out of if you panicked.” He looked up at me again and I could see the question on his face. “Not everyone who thinks they’ll like being restrained actually does. I’ve seen several people over the years panic the first time they’re tied up.”
“That makes sense. I guess you don’t really know how you’ll react until you’re in that situation.” Landon curled back into me, still looking calm.
“And BDSM brings out a lot of underlying things. You get to the point where you’re relaxed and letting everything out, and something surprising comes out. It can be cathartic.” And startling.
Landon went back to stroking my chest. “But you don’t want me freaking out. So yeah, maybe the ropes down the road a bit.”
I chuckled. “So you think you’ll like being restrained?”
As he nodded excitedly, I rolled us over, stretching out over him and pinning his hands to the bed. His eyes got wide and he gasped, but I could feel his body’s immediate reaction and I knew the surprise wasn’t a bad thing.
When he let out a low moan, I pinned him tighter to the bed and gave him a tender kiss. “Not all restraints would be about pain either.”
He seemed to be lost between curiosity and excitement, so I continued. “I could tie you down and caress all over your body, kissing and bringing you to the edge over and over. But I wouldn’t let you come and there wouldn’t be anything you could do about it.”
Landon blinked at me several times, not even attempting to pull away even though I was sure he could’ve gotten away if he’d wanted to. “Like being tortured with pleasure?”
I nodded, feeling a devilish grin slide over my lips. “And you would be completely at my mercy. I could edge you for hours until all you could think about was getting to come.”
A shiver ran through his body and his hips thrust up again, pressing a hard dick against me. “Are you always this fast to recover or do you just really like the idea of being at my mercy?”
He swallowed and took a moment before he answered. I loved the way he took my need to know what was going on in his head seriously. “Both when the fantasy is something sexy, but I also…I also like you being over me like this.”
I tightened my hold on his wrists but gave him another tender kiss. The combination seemed to make his brain all fuzzy and pushed his desire even higher. Yes, he’d suffer for me through all kinds of pain, but to really fuck with him, it was going to be a combination of tender and dirty that got him going.
“You like that your Dom is holding you down and could do anything to you?” I kissed his neck as he nodded, swallowing like he couldn’t get the answer out verbally. “I could tie you down to the bed and then use all kinds of toys on you. I bet a vibrator would feel crazy against your nipple piercings.”
His body jolted like he could feel the pain and pleasure flooding through him. I chuckled. “It would be incredible. I wonder if I could make you come just from playing with your nipples?”
His eyes widened and his hips thrust up again.
Shaking my head, I made a tsking sound. “I think you’re going to need a cock cage to control that wayward dick of yours.”
For some reason, that threat did not make it easier for him to behave.
Landon let out a quiet whimper and swallowed again. “I’ve never tried one of those.”
But he’d thought about it.
Pressing gentle kisses over his face, I smiled. “I’ll have to get you one. Coming and not being able to get hard is the craziest sensation. I’d love to see you squirming and begging me to take it off.”
Landon’s mouth opened and closed several times before he got his words out. “Would you leave it on long?”
The answer he really wanted to hear to that question was clearly yes, so I nodded. “It’s the only way you’d learn to be good for me and not try to constantly get off.”
The dash of humiliation about constantly thrusting against me made him even more aroused, but I had a feeling it was the cock cage that really pushed his buttons. “I want to be good.”
His low, needy tone said more than the words ever would.
“I’ll help you to be very good for me.” Giving him a tender kiss, I released his hands and moved to stretch out beside him. “No matter how long it takes.”
Chapter 9
Landon
“Keep your hands right there. I want you displayed for me.” My brain was skipping around too much to stay on track, so the firm order as he stroked down my arms was perfect.
“Yes, Sir.” Between the orgasm and the spanking and his fantasies about tying me down, my mind was running in dirty circles.
“That’s my good boy.” He trailed his fingers down my chest, stroking over my nipples. “Look at me and just focus on following my orders.”
That had everything slowing, but I was still hard again which was another distraction altogether. “I will, Sir.”
Just the reminder that all I had to focus on was following his orders had me feeling more centered. He must have seen that because his smile was tender as he kissed me again. He liked kissing, and I had to admit, so did I.
“I need you to tell me if you have any doubts about what we’ve done or any questions about just being with a man like this.” Porter caressed my cheek. “I know a lot changed for you in a short period.”
I shook my head. “No, I promise.”
I’d gone through my I’m not gay freak-out years ago. I’d just never had the opportunity to explore it beyond fantasies.
“If we’d been doing this a few years ago, the answer would be different and I’d probably have some ‘I’m not gay’ moment. But it’s not a scary thought anymore.” I’d watched guys and thought about it for long enough that nothing we’d done seemed frightening—new, yes, but not scary.
“I’ve got a few guys I work with that are in relationships with guys. I’ve just…well, you’re just the first who’s ever looked at me like that.” After I said that, Porter gave me a possessive grin like he liked the fact that he was my first.
“Like what?” He tweaked my nipple, probably just to make me squirm, but it pushed me to answer as well.
“Like you really saw me.” It sounded silly, so I kept going. “Most guys looked at my tattoos and dismissed me, and I don’t really know how to flirt, so that made it even worse. You didn’t just assume things. You talked to me.”
His smile widened. “You were fascinating from the first time I saw you. A mix of contradictions, but I was so curious about you.”
Porter’s smile turned more wicked as he flicked his finger over one nipple and then the other. As I squirmed, trying not to move my hands, he chuckled. “And I knew these were going to be so much fun to play with.”
I’d have probably felt embarrassed if he hadn’t been making me feel so good and so distracted. “Yes, please play with them.”
Porter made a low, sexy sound and slid lower on the bed. As his lips moved closer to one nipple, he blew across it, making me strain closer to him. “No, be a good boy.”
I couldn’t decide why the rush of embarrassment was so sexy when he said that, but I decided I didn’t care. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”
Because hopefully that would make sure he didn’t stop.
He’d been watching me carefully and I knew he didn’t want to push me too far. But it didn’t feel like anything we did together was too much. It was like it would never be enough.
“I know you’ll try.” His heated expression said he was going to push my ability to follow through with that promise.
When he finally crossed the last few inches and flicked his tongue over one nipple, I knew he wasn’t going to take it easy on me.
