Chapter Five

 

 

 

Joe carried Olly through the building and across the courtyard to their home in the converted carriage house. Heath and Aiden shared a flat in the main house, but Joe preferred to put a little distance between home and his office. He loved the honey-colored stone of the building and although it was small—just one large living room downstairs with a tiny galley kitchen, and a spacious bedroom and bathroom on the top floor—he had been able to decorate with the highest quality fabrics and furnishings. Olly had added his own eccentric style with rainbow-colored prints, tactile cushions and his treasured collection of art glass.

Joe had to put Olly down in order to open the door. Olly bounced on his toes, apparently eager to get inside. He was over-excited and injured. Joe knew he would have to take care with him in the scene he had in mind.

The warm familiarity of the house put Joe in exactly the right frame of mind. He didn’t have to consciously change his behavior to become Olly’s Dom rather than his lover, they were one and the same, but he needed calm and a clear mind.

Shutting the door behind them, Joe took the precaution of locking it. They weren’t likely to be interrupted but it was better to remove the possibility. It was one less thing for Olly to worry about.

“Go upstairs and start the bath running. Make sure you don’t get your stitches wet. I’ll join you in a moment.” Joe kept his tone firm.

Olly beamed. His eyes sparkled. “Yes, Sir.” He scampered up the stairs.

It was at times like this when Joe couldn’t help but think back to the traumatized young man that had first come into his life over two years ago. Angel, as he’d called himself then, had been half alive. Barely functioning. Joe had witnessed him blossom into a stunning young submissive, eager to please, with a spirit that bubbled like the fizz of champagne. Now, it was impossible to imagine his life without Olly in it.

Joe dug around in one of the kitchen cupboards and found the first-aid box. He wanted to cover Olly’s cut with a light bandage and a layer of cling film just in case it got splashed. He found the plastic wrap next, then fetched a couple of bottles of water from the fridge. Armed with his supplies, he followed Olly upstairs.

The bathroom was misty with steam, the tub already half full. From the amount of bubbles piling up on the surface of the water, Olly must have dumped an entire bottle of oil into it. The scent of mint pervaded the air. Joe sniffed appreciatively.

“You used my favorite.”

Olly spun around. “Of course, Sir. It’s my favorite too.” He grinned. He had stripped off his soiled clothes, down to his underwear. He had on a pair of bright purple shorts—a remarkably restrained choice for Olly. “Sorry about the boring undies, I daren’t wear anything interesting under my scrubs.”

Joe put the things he was carrying down. He hooked a finger under the waistband of Olly’s shorts then pulled them down. They dropped into a puddle of fabric around Olly’s ankles.

“Oh, that’s not a problem.”

“So I see, Sir.” Olly kicked the unwanted garment aside. He held his arms out and gave a twirl. “Do I pass your inspection?”

Joe fought back a laugh. He schooled his features into a stern mask.

“Display yourself properly. Hands on your thighs—no straining that wound.”

Olly sank to his knees on the bath mat, ass on his heels, legs spread. He bowed his head. Joe walked around him. He rolled up his sleeves before turning off the taps, then tested the temperature of the bath water, which proved to be perfect. He moved to stand behind his kneeling sub. Threading his fingers through Olly’s soft curls, he tugged his head up.

“You’ve had a traumatic day, sweetheart. I want you to be still now, to submit to my will. Put what happened out of your mind and focus on pleasing me. Pleasing your Dominant.”

Olly’s shoulders dropped and he gave a contented sigh. His cock, pointing skyward, twitched. Joe forgave him the movement. He stroked a bare shoulder.

“Stay here. There’s something I’ve forgotten.” He strolled through to their bedroom and picked a cock ring from a selection sitting in a dish on the dresser. Though he preferred metal or leather, he chose waterproof rubber in a shade of dark purple. He took his prize back to the bathroom. Olly remained obediently in position. He pressed his fingertips into his thighs—slight indentations betrayed the pressure.

Not as relaxed as he wants me to believe.

Joe removed his boots and socks. He knelt in front of Olly, gathering up the bandage and plastic wrap.

“I’m going to cover your stitches to make sure they stay dry, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” Olly peeked from beneath his lashes.

“I know you think I can’t bandage a paper cut, but hold your tongue. I’m covering the wound, not mummifying Nefertiti.”

“Yes, Sir.”

There was a giggle hiding in there somewhere, Joe knew it. He got busy with the cling film.

“There. You’ll still have to rest it on the side of the bath, but if it gets splashed it won’t matter.” Joe stretched the cock ring out then slipped it over Olly’s rigid shaft. “I want you to stay hard for me. You don’t have permission to come.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Olly whimpered a little as Joe settled the ring into position. Joe stroked him a few times, using his thumb to spread a few drops of pre-cum over the plump head of Olly’s dick. It was smooth and warm, the liquid glossy beneath his touch. It took an effort of will to pull away.

“Into the water with you.” Joe got to his feet.

Olly rose from his knees with well-practiced grace.

“Wait. Let me look at you.”

There was nothing Joe enjoyed more than having the time to admire his sub. Olly had a beautiful body, neat and compact. He was quite pale, though faint tan lines remained from the summer. His muscles had light definition and his stomach was flat, his groin hairless where Joe kept him shaved smooth. He brushed his fingers down the length of Olly’s spine to the curve of his ass. Olly curled his toes, the only movement giving away his agitation.

“You are stunning.” Joe pinched a perky nipple, just because he could. It was difficult to keep his hands off his sub. If Joe had his way, he’d keep him naked all the time.

“I know what you’re thinking, Sir,” Olly murmured.

“Oh really? Have you developed mind-reading capabilities?” Joe rolled Olly’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“You’re thinking that if you set light to my wardrobe, I’d have to stay nude.”

It wasn’t far from the truth—a little more dramatic than Joe had in mind, but close enough.

“I’m impressed you managed to keep the plug inside you.”

“I kind of forgot it was there in all the excitement, Sir. But since we got home it’s been driving me crazy.”

“Good.” Joe wiggled the end of the toy, then extracted it carefully. He threw it into the sink to be washed later. “Get in the bath, Olly.” Joe wasn’t going to let Olly know how perceptive he was, or that he wasn’t the only one feeling a bit antsy.

“Yes, Sir.” Olly swung a slim leg over the side of the tub. “Are you getting in with me?”

“Not today. I’m going to get you clean. Then I’m going to make sure this afternoon’s experience is pushed to the back of your mind.”

Olly settled into the water, sighing happily. The tip of his cock broke the surface.

“Hey look! I have a periscope.”

Joe shook his head. “One day I’ll finally teach you to control your tongue.”

“Sorry, Sir.” Olly slid along the base of the bath, creating a miniature tidal wave.

“Be still.” Joe lathered a sponge and applied it to Olly’s slick skin. He gave him a thorough wash, delving into every nook and cranny. He gave up trying to stop Olly’s squealing, which escalated when Joe began to run the sponge over his belly.

“Kneel up.”

Water and bubbles went everywhere as Olly scrambled into position. Joe’s trousers got a good dousing.

“You have a wet patch, Sir,” Olly said, his expression completely serious.

“Olly, I’m warning you. Do you want to spend the next two hours scrubbing out the bathroom with a toothbrush?”

Olly’s blue eyes widened. He shook his head, damp curls bouncing.

“Then behave yourself.” Joe made sure he paid detailed attention to washing Olly’s cock and balls. He rubbed the sponge over his ass, letting the suds drip down his crack.

Olly’s thighs trembled with the effort of keeping still.

“All done. You can relax while I wash your hair.” Joe fiddled with the shower attachment, which was linked to the taps. It always took a while to get the temperature right.

Olly tipped his head back expectantly, lips slightly parted. Having Joe wash his hair was one of his favorite treats. He had confessed it was something he dreamed about. Joe had no doubt Olly would be able to maintain his erection throughout.

The warm spray wetted Olly’s curls, turning the blond color dark. Olly held the shower while Joe massaged shampoo into his scalp. Every touch elicited moans worthy of orgasm and Joe couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Enjoying yourself? You sound like the soundtrack to a porn movie.”

“Wanna come, Sir. Pleeease let me.”

Olly’s hands were occupied—one with the shower, the other gripping the side of the bath—or Joe knew he’d be slapping Olly’s fingers away from his dick.

“No.” He retrieved the shower attachment. “Absolutely no touching.”

“Sir!” Olly wailed as Joe directed the shower spray at his rigid cock. “No fair.” Knuckles white, he hung on to the edge of the bath as if his life depended on it.

Joe rinsed Olly’s hair, careful not to get suds in his eyes. He’d cried like a baby the last time that had happened. There was something strangely cathartic about watching the soapy bubbles run free.

“You need a trim,” Joe said.

Olly’s hand strayed toward his hair. He touched it as if checking it hadn’t been magically shorn.

“Another inch and you’ll resemble a golden sheep.”

Olly gave him a baleful glare, blinking water from his lashes. “Then I’d have Jason and the Argonauts chasing after me, wouldn’t I? Maybe I could let Aiden take off a millimeter or two. He’s surprisingly good with the scissors. Did you know he even cuts Heath’s hair?”

“Brave man.” Joe switched off the water then pulled the bath plug out. He watched with interest as Olly’s bare skin was gradually exposed. His cock was still nice and firm.

“I know. Aiden might try to get revenge for all the mean things Heath does to him.”

Water fell in a glittering cascade as Olly stood.

“Aiden enjoys all the things Heath does to him, he doesn’t need revenge. Besides, I can imagine Heath shaving Aiden’s head bald if Aiden snipped in the wrong place.”

Olly shuddered. “Some men are really sexy with no hair, but I think Aiden would just look weird. It wouldn’t suit me at all either.” His last statement was particularly forceful.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know plenty of Doms who enjoy removing every hair from their subs—it can signify a fresh start—but it’s not a kink of mine, you know that. Your goldilocks are safe.” He wrapped Olly in a fluffy red towel then gave him a brisk rub.

Olly leaned into his touch like a cat seeking cuddles. Joe recognized his need for affection and pulled him close for a kiss, enjoying the sweetness of Olly’s mouth. It was tempting to scoop Olly up in his arms, carry him through to the bedroom, then fuck him senseless, but Joe knew it wouldn’t be enough. Olly needed to be taken out of himself. To fly.

Once Joe was happy that Olly was dry and his hair just damp rather than wet, he uncovered his arm then took his hand and led him through to their bedroom.

“I want you in the sling tonight, love. No challenging positions, though, we need to take care of that arm until it’s healed.”

Olly gave him the sweetest smile.

Joe tilted his chin with a finger then gave him another kiss. “When you smile at me that way I can’t decide whether to spank you or fuck you.”

“Either would be fine with me, Sir.” Olly fluttered his lashes.

“But you don’t get to decide.” Joe steered Olly toward the cradle of leather and chains that hung in the corner of their room.

The sling was rigged in such a way that, once in it, Olly’s body was supported but it still gave Joe full access to his ass. Stirrups attached to a pulley meant the height of Olly’s legs could be easily adjusted. Usually Joe positioned him so his arms were safely above his head, his hands well out of reach of his cock. Now, once he’d helped Olly into place, he had him fold his arms across his chest, the injured one on top.

“Comfortable?” Joe asked.

“Yes, Sir. Feels like I’m floating.”

Joe double-checked every strap anyway. He paused to stroke Olly’s erection a few times, the heat against his palm intense.

“Good boy. You stayed hard for me as I asked. That deserves a reward.”

Olly’s smile was dreamy. Joe guessed he was already well on his way to sub-space. The sling always helped him relax. Knowing he could do nothing to control his body unless Joe permitted it freed Olly’s mind and allowed him to decompress. He didn’t even have to support his own weight. Used incorrectly, a sling could be extremely uncomfortable, stressing muscles and tendons. Joe had invested a good deal of time ensuring Olly’s comfort and safety, testing every position when Olly was fully dressed and able to provide feedback unflavored by lust. He was content that his precious sub was safely suspended and could remain where he was for as long as Joe chose.

His gaze kept straying back to the wound on Olly’s arm. It was a nasty gash and Joe couldn’t help but think about how things could have been so much worse.

Christ, at this rate, I should be the one in the sling. Pull yourself together, Joe.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Sir,” Olly murmured.

“Am I that transparent?” Joe frowned.

“You worry about me all the time. It’s your default setting, Sir.”

“And yours is brat with a hint of adorable. But if I’m so easy to read, I need to do something about that, don’t I?” Joe rummaged in the bottom drawer of the dresser. He pulled out a soft blindfold similar to the sleep masks given out on airplanes. It wasn’t especially sexy but he didn’t want to have a knot behind Olly’s head where it rested on a wide leather strap. He slipped it over Olly’s eyes, settling the shields in place. Olly didn’t need to see the emotions Joe was finding hard to conceal.

Olly’s sexy little moan told Joe his lover didn’t have a problem with the latest development to their scene.

“Remember I expect you to use your safeword if this gets too much for you, Olly.”

“Uh-huh.” Olly wriggled his hips, making his rigid cock sway.

“The appropriate answer to my questions is ‘Yes, Sir.’” Joe fetched a few more toys, putting them on a chair next to the sling so they were within easy reach.

“Yes, Sir.”

Olly’s exaggerated sigh made Joe grin. Olly rarely used his safeword, but Joe still reminded him every time they played.

“Disrespecting me is unlikely to convince me you should be allowed to come any time soon, Oliver.” Joe slipped a soft, faux fur glove onto his hand. “In fact, I think I’ll make it my mission to keep you on the edge for as long as possible. Perhaps I can beat my previous record.” He wrapped his fingers around Olly’s cock and stroked.

“Oh! Tickles, Sir.”

“Feels good, though, doesn’t it? Soft and warm on your sensitive skin.” Joe took the weight of Olly’s balls into his hand, rolling them on his furry palm. He stroked Olly’s perineum with the lightest of touches.

“Sir, pleeease!” Olly whined.

“My pace. My decisions.”

Joe rubbed the glove along Olly’s inner thighs, down his calves to the arches of his feet. Olly writhed, as much as the restraining straps would allow. He panted, a light sheen of sweat building on his skin. Swapping the fur glove for one covered in rounded metal studs, Joe made a return journey along Olly’s body. This time he skirted his cock but ran his hand along Olly’s ribcage, making him squeal. He swiped his chest then focused on one nipple, circling it, applying insistent pressure until it hardened to a peak. Its twin got the same treatment though it had already hardened in sympathy.

Much as he enjoyed observing Olly’s reaction to the sensations of fur and metal against his flesh, Joe was no martyr. He wouldn’t sacrifice the pleasure of having Olly’s smooth skin beneath his fingertips for long. He stripped off the glove then reached for a new toy—one that should drive Olly to the edge of reason. The black rubber dildo wasn’t big, but it curved at the end, perfectly shaped to bear down on Olly’s prostate. Joe slathered it with a thick coating of lube, then pressed it to Olly’s pucker.

“Let it in, sweetheart.”

Joe pushed steadily until Olly allowed his body to accept the toy. He twisted it and when Olly squeaked knew he had found the right spot. Joe positioned a chair close to Olly’s head, then took a seat, stretching his legs out. He gripped the dildo’s remote, careful not to set it off.

“Can you still feel my touch? Do you crave more?”

Olly’s limbs were slack in their bonds but his ass muscles squeezed the toy in his channel. He chewed on his lip, sweet moans betraying what he was doing along with the slight motion of the sling. Joe debated whether or not to clamp Olly’s nipples. He had a new set of alligator clamps he was keen to try out, and the thought of squeezing Olly’s tender nubs between the metal teeth was enticing.

“Another time,” he murmured.

“Sir?” Olly’s lips parted and he poked out the tip of his tongue.

“I’m here.”

“I know.”

Olly’s certainty that he wouldn’t be left alone warmed Joe’s insides. He pushed the switch on the remote to the lowest setting and watched. Olly’s soft pink lips formed an O shape. The gleam of pre-cum glinted at the head of his cock. Joe wondered if the restrictive rubber at the base of his balls would be enough to prevent Olly’s orgasm. Perhaps he should change it for something more severe.

“Remember, you’re not allowed to come.”

“No, Sir.” Olly’s words came out as a strangled moan.

Joe crossed his legs at the ankles. He turned the vibrator up a notch. He could hear the low buzz now and imagined the pulsing sensation building from its epicenter in Olly’s channel. For the next half an hour he focused on pushing Olly to his limits without ever touching him. It was amazing how one tiny switch and a set of batteries could induce such pleasure. Well, it was a pleasure for him, more of a torment for Olly, who twitched and shivered in his bondage.

Joe left the vibrator running at full speed, then fetched his favorite short flogger. Its suede strands were soft enough not to injure but would warm Olly’s skin and make him tingle. Joe stripped off his shirt, which left him wearing just his black cargos. He rolled his shoulders and flexed his wrist, balancing the flogger in his hand. He dragged the tails across Olly’s chest, giving subtle warning of what was coming. He made sure Olly’s injured arm was safely out of range, then struck at his nipples. He rotated his wrist in a figure of eight, catching each bud in turn, over and over. Olly jerked and whimpered but didn’t speak. His cock stood proud from his body, his smooth balls pushed forward by the cock ring. Joe moved his attention farther down Olly’s body. He placed a few well-aimed flicks of the flogger along his inner thighs, then started on his dick. The muscles in Olly’s neck strained and he tilted his head back. The sling swayed.

Joe couldn’t hold back any longer. He threw the flogger aside, then twisted the vibrator free of Olly’s grasping channel. He lowered his zipper to free his aching cock. A quick swipe of lube and he was pressing the head of his dick against Olly’s entrance. He paused to remove the cock ring, then thrust forward. Olly sucked in his breath.

“Please, Sir!” he stuttered.

“Not yet.”

Joe took hold of the chains suspending the sling. It allowed him deeper penetration if the sling couldn’t move away from him. He jacked his hips quickly, withdrawing almost completely each time before plunging deep. Olly sobbed his frustration.

“Sir, no more…please!”

“Hush now, you’ll take it because I demand it.” The tingle of impending orgasm built at the base of Joe’s spine. He held it back through sheer, stubborn determination. He grabbed Olly’s cock with one hand. “Come!”

With a scream, Olly came in a hot gush over Joe’s hand. A couple of seconds later Joe allowed himself the same pleasure, filling Olly’s needy passage with his seed. For a moment he paused, catching his breath, buried deep in his sub’s body. He didn’t want to lose the connection between them. He reached forward and removed the blindfold. Olly’s eyelids fluttered. A slither of blue appeared then his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Joe swiftly withdrew. He positioned Olly’s head so there was no chance of him swallowing his tongue and choking. Once he was satisfied that Olly was safely sleeping, Joe cleaned himself up. He took care of Olly, then methodically unstrapped him from the sling. He scooped him up in his arms, cradling him against his chest. A slight smile flickered around the edges of Olly’s lips.

“Love you, Sir.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Joe laid him on their bed then pulled the covers over him. He arranged Olly’s injured arm on top of the duvet so that his stitches wouldn’t be rubbed.

“Don’t leave me, Sir.”

“Of course not.” Joe circled to his side of the bed. He stripped off his trousers, then climbed in, settling against Olly’s side. Olly wriggled closer, rolling over so Joe could spoon against him. Joe stroked a curl away from Olly’s neck and planted a soft kiss on his warm skin.

“You make everything better, Sir,” Olly murmured, his voice heavy with fatigue.

“No, we do, love. Together. Sleep now. Rest. Tomorrow is a whole new day.”

Olly pushed his ass back, connecting with Joe’s softened dick. Joe chuckled. Even semi-comatose, Olly knew how to push. Beneath the covers, Joe flexed his fingers. A morning spanking would deal with that.