Chapter Two

 

 

 

“It’s such a luxury to have a lie-in,” Olly said, squirming beneath the bed covers. “We should do this more often.”

Joe ruffled his hair. “It’s a treat, just for today. There’s a huge amount to do in the next two weeks and you’re not on holiday yet. The renovation crew arrives later and they have a strict schedule to stick to if everything is going to be ready for the re-launch party.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about the fun bit—Aiden and me have all the party plans in place.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“Ten years is a lot to celebrate. I can’t believe you and Heath have managed to put up with each other for that long without committing grievous bodily harm.” Olly giggled and disappeared under the duvet.

Joe shook his head. He put the book he had been reading down on the bedside table. “Olly, get out here.”

Olly stuck his head out. His blond curls were disheveled, his cheeks flushed. “Sir?”

“How do you manage to project such innocence?” Joe asked. “I’ll never understand it.”

“It’s one of my many gifts, Sir.”

“And one of mine is to know when you need discipline. I think a period of contemplation is in order, while I get us some breakfast.” Joe slipped out of bed. He had just the thing to keep his wicked angel under control for a while. The toy box in the bottom of the wardrobe was overflowing, but it took Joe only a minute to find what he was looking for. The heavy cuffs were connected by a short leather strip, and from its center another leather strap ended in a sturdy steel cock ring.

“Kneel on top of the covers, Olly. Legs apart.”

Olly treated him to a baleful glare. “You’re so mean, Sir.”

“And you love it.” Joe locked the cock ring around the base of Olly’s balls. He passed the cuffs and leather strap between Olly’s legs and stretched it taut. The strap was quite short. To get the cuffs around Olly’s wrists it had to sit snugly in his crack, rubbing against the tender skin of his perineum and over his sensitive hole. Once it was fastened in place, if Olly so much as twitched his wrists, the leather would pull on his balls. It was an effective, if cruel, way to keep him still.

Joe checked the fit of the cuffs to make sure there was no pressure on an artery. He stroked Olly’s cock a couple of times. He was already hard but it was fun to tease him.

“Sir!” Olly whined. “Not fair.”

“I’m your Dom, sweetheart. I don’t recall anything in the job description about being fair. No sulking. It will do you good to be still for a few minutes.”

“I don’t have much choice.”

“No, you don’t.” Joe smiled.

Olly widened his eyes in mute appeal.

“And that puppy dog gaze doesn’t work on me. Besides, you look spectacular like that, suffering for my pleasure.”

Olly’s lower lip jutted even farther but he settled into position and stilled, head bent.

“Very good. I won’t be long.”

Joe didn’t bother to dress. He left the bedroom door wide open so he would hear Olly if he called out. He headed for the stairs and caught a slight moan. He swiveled round to check on Olly and found him staring, licking his lips. Joe shook his head. Even when he was being disciplined Olly could still manage to ogle his Master’s ass. His wry smile lasted all the way to the kitchen.

It took fifteen minutes to brew coffee, squeeze some oranges for fresh juice and slather some granary toast in honey. Joe piled everything he needed onto a tray and added a dish of sliced mango. He was being indulgent, catering to Olly’s sweet tooth, but he enjoyed spoiling his sub almost as much as he did punishing him. It had been a long time since they’d had the luxury of a lazy morning in bed and the next two weeks were going to be hectic. A couple of hours’ alone time was what they both needed. He checked the oven clock. He’d left Olly on his own long enough.

Joe carried the tray up the stairs, taking extra care. He didn’t need scalding coffee anywhere near his bare skin. He paused in the bedroom doorway. Olly presented a beautiful picture of submission, kneeling on the bed, hands bound behind him. He was still hard, the rigid metal at the base of his balls thrusting his erection forward. Joe shifted the tray, making the crockery chink. Olly started then raised his head. Joe detected the silvery track of a tear on his submissive’s cheek. He put the tray on the floor, walked quickly across to the bed, then released Olly from his bondage. Seconds later, he had a lap full of squirming sub.

Tracing the damp line on Olly’s face, Joe held him close. “You’ve been crying.”

Olly nuzzled closer. His hair smelled of coconut.

“And you’ve been thieving my shampoo again,” Joe noted.

“You left me all alone so I missed you and I was really turned on and you weren’t here to help me so I felt sorry for myself. I wasn’t crying, not really. They were tears of frustration. Horny, need-to-come frustration. You shouldn’t be so hot, or walk around naked—it’s not fair. Do I smell honey? And what’s mine is yours so I figure that applies in reverse especially when it comes to the really expensive hair products you buy. Besides, the scent reminds me of you when I’m not with you.”

Joe took a deep breath and tried to sort the jumble of words into something meaningful. Olly’s stream of consciousness verbalizing had actually communicated several things—the bondage had worked in exactly the way Joe had planned, Olly was in desperate need of a good fucking, and that had to happen before anything sweet entered his system.

“I love you too.” He pushed Olly down on the bed, then reached for the lube. “No more silence. I want to hear you scream.” He thrust two, well-greased fingers into Olly’s receptive channel.

Olly’s inner muscles immediately clamped down. With primal urgency, Joe wanted the soft, silky heat wrapped around his cock. His prep was quick but thorough. Several strokes to Olly’s prostate had him writhing and incoherent, lips parted, skin flushed.

“Hands above your head.”

Olly threw his limp arms back. Joe pinned Olly’s wrists with one hand. He shoved his knees back, encouraging Olly to rest his calves on Joe’s shoulders.

“Look at me,” Joe ordered.

Olly’s eyes were unfocused. He panted his need. “Please, Sir…”

Joe thrust into him in one smooth stroke. Olly bucked, drawing him in even deeper. Joe held on to his control by a thread. Supporting his weight on one arm had the muscles trembling. He put a little more pressure on Olly’s wrists, establishing his balance, then snapped his hips. Olly’s sweet moans and whimpers sent heat to Joe’s balls. A steady rhythm was impossible. Joe plunged deeper. His balls drew up then he came with an exhilarating rush. He grunted, his muscles spasming as waves of pleasure rolled the length of his spine. Olly thrashed his head from side to side on the pillow, his hair a tangled golden mass. Joe released his wrists and grabbed Olly’s cock. He dug his nail into the slit.

“Come!”

Olly screamed. Cum fountained over Joe’s fingers in a hot gush. He jacked Olly a couple more times, extending his orgasm, drawing every drop of cream from his sub’s body. Olly quivered, his pleasure palpable. Joe grinned. He might enjoy tormenting Olly, but commanding his responses in the throes of passion was something Joe lived for.

“Wow. You’ve turned me to jelly, Sir.”

Joe withdrew carefully from Olly’s grasping channel then shifted to the side. Olly executed a floppy roll onto his belly.

“More like jellyfish,” Joe said, giving him a gentle prod. “I think your bones have dissolved.”

“You make me feel soooo good.” Olly propped his chin on his hands and batted his lashes. “Feed me?”

“Brat.” Joe gave Olly’s bare rump a firm smack. He still clambered out of bed to fetch the tray rather than sending his demanding sub. “The toast is going to be cold, I’m afraid.”

“That’s okay.” Olly scrambled to his knees. He plumped all the pillows then rearranged the bedding. “The honey will have sunk into the bread and gone all gooey. Yum.”

After putting his mug of cold coffee on the dresser, Joe deposited the tray on the bed. “I’m just going to clean up a bit.”

After paying a quick visit to the en suite, he returned to find Olly with his mouth full of toast.

“Sorry. Couldn’t wait.”

A few crumbs sprayed into the air. Joe rolled his eyes.

“Heathen.”

Olly pulled the tray onto his lap so Joe could get back into bed.

“You wouldn’t want me to go hungry, would you? I just burned a lot of calories, thanks to you.” Olly dug into the bowl of mango. “Mmm. My favorite! You spoil me.”

“Yes, I do,” Joe said dryly. “You’re bad for my reputation as a hardass Dom.”

Olly licked his lips. He poked out the tip of his tongue, pink and inviting. Joe’s cock twitched, showing renewed interest. He focused on breakfast and took a long swig of orange juice. He suspected Olly knew exactly what he was doing and the likely effect. “Drink your juice, Olly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Joe found his gaze drawn to Olly’s throat as he gulped his drink. The urge to bite, to mark him, was strong. The delicate silver chain around Olly’s neck caught Joe’s eye, its tiny padlock pendant full of meaning for both of them. He hooked his finger beneath the metal and gave it a tug.

“It’s a shame your job doesn’t allow me to put something more…obvious around your neck.”

“You have collars, Sir.”

“True, and now feels like a good time to put one of them to use.” Joe reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a thick strip of black leather. He buckled it in place, carefully checking the fit. “Much better. Even if it is only temporary.”

“I have to go to work later,” Olly said.

“I know you do. I’ll take it off before you leave.”

Olly blinked. He put his glass down, then moved the tray off the bed. He leaned toward the floor to put it out of the way and Joe had to grab him to stop him from sliding off the bed completely.

“What are you doing?” Joe hauled Olly back into bed. Olly’s fingers were glistening with mango juice, the sticky syrup dripping down his arm. He threw back the covers then wrapped his hand around Joe’s dick, transferring the juice.

“Olly…”

Joe’s warning tone had no effect. Olly licked Joe’s cock from root to tip, humming his pleasure as he went. Joe gave in to the inevitable and let Olly have his way. He did wind his fingers into Olly’s hair and tug, to remind him who was in charge, though with Olly applying breathtaking suction to his dick that was somewhat doubtful. Joe groaned and slumped back onto his pillows. A naked, collared Olly did nothing to improve his stamina. If he didn’t focus, he was likely to come quicker than the average teenage boy with his first illicit adult magazine and that would be humiliating, to say the least. Heat and cold swept across his body in turn like a waking fever dream. He tightened his grip on Olly’s curls.

Olly pushed back against his hand, letting Joe’s dick slip from his mouth. The air caressing his wet skin felt cold after the heat of Olly’s mouth. Olly grabbed a breath of air, then took him deep into his throat. He swallowed, his throat muscles contracting around Joe’s shaft. Joe bucked his hips, riding the wave of an intense orgasm. He held Olly in place while he shot. Olly became pliant in his grip—even though he couldn’t breathe he kept perfectly still, making no attempt to fight Joe’s hold. Submission ran through Olly like a seam of gold, something to be treasured. Joe released him long before oxygen deprivation could become a problem.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to do that, Olly.”

“No, Sir. You didn’t.” Olly plastered himself to Joe’s body, planting soft kisses across his chest. “Forgive me?”

“Well you did clean up all that sticky juice, I suppose.” Joe hugged his naughty sub close.

Olly stuck a finger in his mouth then withdrew it slowly. It exited his mouth with a soft plop, the action ludicrously erotic. “You were sweet as nectar. Chocolate frosting would have been even better, of course,” he said, tilting his head to one side as if contemplating the world’s greatest conundrum.

“Oh, no doubt. Though the resulting sugar high would probably end up with you bound and gagged for the rest of the morning, and we have things to do.”

Olly gave him a speculative look.

“No frosting, Olly.”

“Well, okay then. But can we at least stay in bed and cuddle for a bit longer?”

“Yes, that we can do.”

Even Joe could soften his own self-discipline for a while if it meant Olly could use him as a pillow. All the warm skin, soft touches and gentle kisses that he would get in return were well worth it.