All day Friday, I’m excited. After I’ve come home from work and showered, the pizzas are ordered. One with plenty of meat and the other covered in vegetables. Along with two loaves of garlic bread, I figure I can’t go wrong. Tonight’s going to be different for me. Having no idea what the night will entail, and with no expectations, I feel protective of whatever might happen with Ryan. Because of that, I don’t mention it to my brothers when they make plans to watch the game together, only admitting to watching it with a friend. They probably assume I mean Kristen and Lindsay and I let them. At this stage, my brothers don’t need to know Ryan and I are getting together.
I’m not planning to instigate anything physical. Ryan calls the shots tonight. He’s the one who didn’t want to enter into anything—casual or otherwise—so he has to be the one to make the decision. Especially given his reaction the other night. Something about my being a Dom scares him. And if I’m right, it’s because he was hurt by one.
For all I know, Ryan just wants to be friends. Perhaps he wants a friend who’s connected to the BDSM scene? Given his aversion to Doms, I find myself feeling proud of him for reaching out. Tonight, I’ll let him make the first move. But if he does show interest? I might just have to show him all the benefits of having me as his Dom.
Ryan’s apartment isn’t far at all. Once he buzzes me through, I make my way to his floor. He stands in his doorway waiting for me. In a shirt, jeans, and wearing a cap backwards, he resembles a hot, sexy, American jock. “Hey,” he greets me, moving to the side to let me in.
“Hey.” He closes the door, and I lead the way down the short hall. “So, not knowing what you like, I bought a vegetarian and a meat lover’s pizza.”
“Perfect,” he says. “I like both of those.”
I grin widely. “Same.”
Ryan stares at me for a moment before shaking his head. “Um… I’ve got beer, cider, and red or white wine. What’s your poison?”
“What type of cider?”
“Um… hang on.” He opens the fridge, and I unashamedly check out his ass as he bends over.
What I’d give to lick it… fuck it… spank it….
“I’ve got apple and pear.”
I clear my throat. “Actually, I’ll have a Coroner.”
“Cool, me too.” Ryan collects two beers and unscrews the caps. “We can just put all the food on my coffee table and eat on the couch.” He leads the way into the spacious living area. The furniture looks comfortable. Between the couch and the large flat screen is the coffee table. “Wow,” I praise. “This is an awesome setup. Must be great for watching sports and movies.”
“Thanks. Yeah, it’s cool.” A shy smile teases his lips.
He’s cute when he’s nervous.
We sit next to each other, and I moan at how comfy the couch is. “Nice.” Figuring I’d start off with the easy questions, I ask, “So what movies are you into?”
Ryan rests one ankle on the opposite knee and moves his hand in a see-saw motion. “Pretty much anything. I like comedy, horror, thriller, drama, sci-fi, you name it.”
I pick up a slice of pizza. “Same. Do you like Marvel movies?”
“Of course! X-men, Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy . I like DC too.”
“Well, we like the same movies then.” I give him a wink. “Favourite music?”
“Again, anything really.”
My eyes find his, and I give him a flirty smile. “It sounds like you’re easy to please.”
Ryan smirks self-deprecatingly and it almost undoes me. “I think so.” The man puts on such a confident, intimidating front. He’s truly trying to hide his submissiveness in order to save himself from being hurt again.
When it becomes too much, I stop watching him eat. It’s too torturous. The way his mouth widens and how his teeth bite down, the tease of his tongue as it slides over his lips. All he has to do is eat pizza, actually probably anything, and it has me hot under the collar. His throat as he swallows is too enticing. The desire to lick his Adam’s apple is there again. We eat and drink as we watch the game, and the whole time, I’m fully aware of the man beside me. Ryan’s trying to seem calm and relaxed, but as time goes by and as close as we are, he’s giving off a lot of tension. Every time I move, he tenses and holds his breath. The physical awareness is distracting him. So much so, he jumps when I holler at the screen, “What the hell? That was a mark!”
He focuses on the game as they show a replay. Ryan moans in agreement. “Aw, shit! Now the other team’s gonna get a goal!” We watch as his assumption proves correct. With the game taking his attention, his passion is endearing and entertaining.
When he groans with a curse, I place my hand on his knee. “It’s all good. There’s only another ten minutes, and they’re thirty points behind. We’re going to win.”
Other than dropping his gaze to his knee, Ryan doesn’t react. Finally, he shakes his head seriously. “They could catch up. It’s unlikely, but they could.”
I frown. “They’d have to get at least five goals. It’s not going to happen.”
He grunts, and I can’t help but smile at him. “What?” he asks.
“Nothing.” I shrug and face the TV, pulling my hand back.
Ryan sighs and places his bottle down on the table. We’re on our third round of drinks. “You got something to say, Bromley, say it.”
The words make me grin. “It’s endearing how passionate you are, and you’re cute when you’re frustrated.”
His jaw drops before he mutters “cute” in a huff. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything else, but he does. “Maybe I am frustrated.” We both know what he means, and it has nothing to do with the game. The way he said it and his body language. Sexual frustration. Since he brought it up, maybe I can acknowledge my interest again.
“I could help you with that, you know. All you’d have to do is ask.” Not wanting to make things uncomfortable, I finish my drink and place it on the table before leaning back into the couch. A few minutes go by with my eyes on the game, when I holler, “That’s it, Kennedy, yes!” I clap as our team gets another goal. I turn to Ryan with a grin, and he’s already looking at me. “See? Now they’d have to get six —”
Ryan’s mouth covers mine. Surprised, I blink when he pulls back after the hasty, warm kiss. My eyes search his for an explanation, for permission, for all the above. When he just smiles, I close the space between us and press my lips to his. He moans, and the game is completely forgotten. With my left palm on his cheek, I hold him steady as I slide my tongue into his mouth. He groans loudly, and when he starts to suck on it, I make a swift move to straddle him. But Ryan has other ideas and overpowers me. Pushing my back down into the couch, he holds himself over me. Hooking my leg over his hip, he presses his pelvis into mine. God, how long has it been since I let a man cover my body with his? To have most of Ryan’s weight pressing down on me is enlightening, because it makes me realise how much I missed this. The last time I let a man dominate me was years ago with Kyle, when he was training me. Yes, I’m a Dominant. But fuck, Ryan feels good on top of me, and I don’t want to say or do anything to scare him off. What this man does to me….
“Shit,” I grunt, using the heel of my foot on his thigh to press him down closer. I remove his cap and my fingers twine through his hair as I bring his lips to mine. Taking my hands, he raises them above my head and holds them still. It’s strange letting him have control, but surprisingly, it’s no hardship. I pant into his mouth and buck up into him. I’m so hot for him. I want Ryan, and I don’t care how I have him. For this to happen, he clearly needs to be the one calling the shots and, for now, that’s more than fine. When he starts sucking on my neck, I growl, “I want you, Ryan.”
My words seem to shock him. He freezes. The lost look in his eyes tells me he can’t believe his actions. As if he too had no control over them. But I know the only way we’ll hook up tonight is if he feels in control. This man is creating more passion in me than I’ve ever experienced. I simply have to be with him. Before he can stop what’s happening, I push his back into the couch and shift to kneel on the floor. With a hand on each knee, I separate his legs and move between them. My head hovers above his groin. “Do you want me to make you feel good, baby?”
Ryan’s eyes widen and he licks his lips. I don’t move an inch until he gives me the slightest nod.
Just as I’m about to strip him, I pause. He knows what I am and he still invited me over. Maybe, as scared as he is to admit it to himself, he does want to submit. He just needs to admit it and free himself. I sit back on my heels. “Remove your jeans.”
His nimble fingers move quickly. Ryan pushes his jeans down, along with his briefs. When he lifts his ass and yanks them down past his knees, to his ankles, I shift closer. Caressing his thick, hairy thighs, I moan at the sight of him. His dick is hard and there’s precum at the tip. Like mine, Ryan’s pubic hair is neat and trimmed.
“You’re beautiful, Ryan.”
His breath hitches as I grasp him around the base. “I’m not fully hard yet.”
“Oh, I know, baby. But I’m going to change that.”
A slight hesitation, and then, “Please,” he whispers. His fingers clench above his stomach. Bending my head down, I lick his tip. “Fuck yeah,” he moans. “Please.” Widening my mouth, I take him in as far as I can. “Oh, God .”
Seeing this man in the throes of passion just increases my own pleasure. I hold his base with one hand and cover his hands with my other. Taking his cock with my mouth, I bob my head up and down. Holding him deep inside, I swallow around him. His moans, and the grip one of his hands has on mine, spur me on. Ryan’s breath hitches as his stomach tenses up. With his legs wide apart, he hooks his feet around my legs. Ryan’s back arches and he hisses. He’s close, and I can’t wait to taste him. “Coming!” he gasps. After his juices spill down my throat and he grunts, I swallow everything he offers before letting him slide out. Wanting to give him a few moments to recover, I start to stand, but Ryan’s lightning fast. He’s only just come, but the man is quick.
He pulls down my sweats and throws me down on the couch. Before I know it, Ryan has me down his throat, sucking me off like there’s no tomorrow. He’s like a starving man, and his mouth is divine. “Ah. Yes, boy.” I knot my fingers in his hair.
He massages my balls and lifts off my cock. “Huh. You’re eight inches when you’re fully hard too.”
“Yeah,” I pant.
“I like your cock, Henry. I like how it bends up like this.” His fingers grip gently onto what little hair I have. “And I love these ginger pubes.” Ryan’s other hand starts jerking me off harder and faster, and it makes me groan. “What?”
Lifting my lids, I meet his eyes. “Suck me, Ryan. Now. I want your mouth.”
He moans. “Mm. I’m hard again.” Lowering my gaze, I see he’s right. Ryan tilts his head, and whispers, “I wonder if I should jerk us off together, or if you’ll let me fuck you.”
I gaze up into his eyes. This man wants me. He wants to fuck me. I haven’t had a man inside me in years, but I know he won’t let me top. At least not tonight. And Ryan’s different. I want him so badly, and if the only way to be close to him is to let him inside me , I can do that. In that moment, I want it. I want to be connected to Ryan as physically as I can. “Do it,” I demand, my Dom status undeniable through the tone of my voice. “Fuck me.”
His jaw drops for a moment before he recovers. “Y-yes, Sir.”
Surprising the shit out of me, Ryan pulls me off the couch, grips my thighs, and lifts me. Having a man pick me up is surreal and exhilarating. The voice inside my head screams I should be the one doing this, and a big part of me wants to be, but I ignore it. Because my need for him is stronger. Automatically, wrapping my legs around him, I hold on as he strides over to where I’m assuming is his bedroom. Ryan’s ridiculous strength, and the fact he’s carrying me, is new and exciting. At six foot two with decent muscle, I’m not light. Yet, he carries me like I weigh nothing. Lifting me away from his body, he throws me onto the bed. If I didn’t know how vulnerable and nervous Ryan was leading up to this, his controlling mannerisms would be a turn-off. As I stare up at him from the bed, he hesitates. The confidence and strength he showed bringing me into his bedroom flees, and I’m left with a man who seems lost. He swallows before scrunching his eyebrows.
“This is wrong,” he says.
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
Ryan folds his arms over his chest and lowers his eyes. “I shouldn’t fuck you. You’re a Dom.” He shakes his head. “It’s wrong for me to fuck you.”
I lift myself up until my back is resting against his headboard, assuming a relaxed position. “Do you want to play?” My question is quiet, but his reaction is explosive. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. I manage to speak before him. “We’re both aware of at least one of your hard limits. You can fuck me tonight, Ryan. But what I need to know right now is whether it’s as simple as that, or if we’re playing and I’m the Dominant.”
“What do you mean?” he asks. “You are a Dom. It’s pretty bloody obvious.”
“And you’re a submissive. One who’s clearly been hurt before.” His jaw clenches. “I need to know what you want from this. Tell me now, Ryan. Do you want a Dom tonight?”
Tension seems to disappear as he sighs. His shoulders drop and his hands fall by his sides. “I want you .”
As Ryan said before, I am a Dom. And he doesn’t just want any Dom, he wants me. Standing, I remove my shoes and clothes. He watches me, and his eyes are captivated when I look at him. “Your safeword is Red, and you’re to call me ‘Sir.’” I cross my arms over my chest. “Strip.”
After taking a deep breath, Ryan lifts his shirt and throws it on the floor. I hold in a gasp.
Besides having plenty of muscles and the amazing physique I envisioned, Ryan has scars. On his left pectoral muscle is a small, circular burn mark. By the shape, I know it’s from a cigarette. There’s a long, thin scar running diagonally across his abdomen. Another lower line runs parallel to it and ends only a few inches from his cock. These scars allow me to see his nose in a different light. At first, I thought it’d been broken during some sporting activity. Now, I assume that the burn, the cuts, and his nose are all products of his ex. The idea he was physically abused, without his consent, angers me like nothing else ever has.
He looks away, seemingly embarrassed. “Look, Henry—”
“It’s Sir . And I won’t tell you not to talk. But unless you’re using your safeword, I see no reason for you to disobey me.”
Ryan licks his lips. A sigh of relief escapes him as he removes all his clothes and waits for my next command.