Assuming we’d be heading for the bedroom once we arrive at his place, I’m surprised when it’s not the case. Instead, Ryan asks if I’d like a drink.
I run my fingers through my hair. “Yes, please.”
“I’ve got Coke and Jack Daniels?”
“Sounds great.”
As he pours the drinks, I watch him from the other side of the kitchen bench. “So, at dinner you mentioned an older sister.”
Ryan’s wide smile is beautiful. He makes it really hard to resist kissing him. “Yeah, Maddie. Or, Matilda. She’s a couple years older than me.” He cocks his brow and smirks. “Also turning thirty this year.”
I scoff. “Ha, well if she needs a planner for the big day, you know who to call.” Ryan chuckles. “Does she have a partner, kids?”
“She does. She and her husband Jarrod have been together for eight years. Their daughter, Ava, is five. She’s my goddaughter.”
“Cute. Do you have photos?”
Drinks prepared, he carries them to the coffee table. I’m paying too much attention to the way his ass looks as he walks. “Henry?”
“Huh?” I’m pulled out of my thoughts to see him sitting down. I’m standing there like an idiot who’s spaced out. “Sorry.” I take my drink and join him on the couch, lifting the glass to my lips.
Ryan holds his phone out for me. On the screen is a photo of him and who could easily be mistaken as his daughter. With dark-brown curly hair and chocolate eyes, she’s gorgeous. I gaze at the photo, up at him, and back down to his phone. “Wow,” I say.
“I know, right? I feel sorta bad that she looks so much like me and neither of her parents.” He laughs before sliding his phone onto the table.
I take a few sips. “You and your sister don’t look alike?”
He shakes his head. “Not really. Jarrod has blond hair and hers is mousy brown. She has brown eyes, and he has green.”
At the subject of conversation, I find myself growing a little solemn. “Is it nice though, having someone resemble you, I mean?”
Ryan grins. “Yeah, real nice.” He seems to pick up on my discomfort and questions it. We both have one arm resting on the back of the couch and he places his hand over mine. “I don’t mean to push things really fast by talking about kids but, you don’t think about it? Passing on your genes?”
I shake my head and chuckle. “I’ll wear my jeans to the bitter end.”
His hand slaps mine lightly. “Be serious.”
With a frown, I release a harsh breath. “No. I don’t.”
He shifts closer to me and his eyes are gentle. “Why?”
“Mostly, I’ve accepted my appearance. But every now and again, I resent it. The red hair, the fair skin, and the freckles.”
Ryan tilts his head. “Why?” he asks again, with interest. I think he knows it’s a touchy subject, because he smirks and lets his hand fall to my thigh. “Gingers are hot. Especially you.”
I smile before explaining. “I got my genes from Patrick, my father. Trey knows how I feel about it; he hates the man as much as I do, but he doesn’t truly understand. He couldn’t unless he resembled him as well.”
“Why do you hate your father?” Ryan puts his glass aside before placing one hand on mine and the other on my knee. The contact is comforting, and it allows me to open up a bit.
“He was mentally abusive, and towards the end, physically. I hate him and what he did to our mum. The fact that sometimes I look in the mirror and I see him ? It’s hard. Especially…” I pause before deciding to let it all out. “Especially because sometimes I wonder if he’s the reason I’m a Dom. I don’t enjoy inflicting pain on my submissives for the sake of it. But does the idea of you being tied up, blindfolded, begging, and at my sexual mercy turn me the fuck on? Hell yes.” I finish my drink and face him. “Anyway. I don’t like seeing his resemblance in me. How will I feel if I have a child who looks like him too?”
There’s something in Ryan’s eyes that tells me he’s at war with himself. It doesn’t seem like he’s just processing the information. More as if the very information might be a hard limit for him. After hearing what I had to say, he’s conflicted, and I have my suspicions as to why. He looks away, eyes focused on the floor as he speaks slowly. “Your dad. Your dad was abusive.”
I sigh and push forward to place my glass on the table. “Towards my mum, yeah. He bullied me and Trey, but it was only verbal.” He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, so I try to lighten the mood. “I’m real glad Mum met Steven. It was the best thing that could’ve happened. Mum met someone special, while Trey and I gained another brother in Trav, and a dad in Steven.”
Shaking his head, as if ridding himself of his thoughts, Ryan smiles and meets my eyes. “I’m glad. My parents were high school sweethearts,” he offers.
Over the next hour, we drink and conversation flows. However, the mood isn’t the same after the conversation about my father. I know in my heart Ryan’s ex betrayed his trust and hurt him. And after experiencing that? Yeah, I’d be hesitant to hand over control in any other relationship I enter into. Even if he never bottoms for me, we need to set the ground rules when it comes to my dominance. Being a Dominant is who I am. I was willing to try and put aside those needs in order to find love, but I can’t deny who I am or who Ryan is. Because Ryan also needs to accept and embrace who he is again. I just hope he’s willing to try, not for me, but for himself.
As we’re making out on his couch, he draws back. “Hey, where’d you go?”
I smile. “Just thinking.”
“Oh.” He withdraws, and I want to pull him back, but I don’t. He bites his lip, and asks, “Is everything okay? Did you want to go?”
“No. I just….” I want you to know I’m not my father.
“Henry?” He stares at me with those chocolate eyes simmering with heat.
“Yeah?”
His voice comes out with sexy huskiness. “I don’t think you have any idea what you do to me, Bromley. Clearly, we’re not exactly what we were looking for. I was terrified of being with another Dom ever again. But I’m learning to trust you. It’s surprisingly easy. Refreshing, really, to know I can trust you already. And I want to please you so much. You have a power over me I can’t ignore.” He nibbles my lobe, and whispers softly, “Just don’t abuse it, okay?”
“Never.” My voice is strong as I gaze into his eyes. “I’ll never hurt you.”
He nods and shifts his gaze to my lips. Cradling his head in my hands, I kiss him. My tongue demands entrance and slides between his lips. He relinquishes all control to me. After a few moments, I break away. “You have a beautiful body, Ryan. I’d like to worship it. I’ll be in your bedroom in a few minutes, and I want you lying on your bed.”
Ryan jumps off the couch. “Yes, Sir.”
* * *
I’ve worshipped bodies before.
All men, of course, and generally all with the same type of body shape. My subs are usually lean, shorter, and delicate. So to have a big, hot, muscular man before me to worship is surreal. It’s a completely different playing field, and I’m finding I like it. A lot. On his bed, kneeling between his legs and looking down at him, it feels right. My previous subs have told me there’s a euphoric sense of freedom and weightlessness when you give your lover the reigns. I see it now in Ryan’s eyes. As I peel off his clothes and caress his skin with my fingers, he turns into a puddle of goo, revelling in my slow exploration of his body. The way my eyes follow the movements of my hands, lips, and tongue, one would think he’s the ultimate treasure chest and me the desperate pirate. The level of desire in his eyes and body language shows me how much he wants me.
“Henry,” he whispers. He starts to raise his arms, but I press them down into the mattress.
“Don’t move them,” I say.
Ryan smiles up at me. “Yes, Sir.”
I spend a while teasing his skin all over, and his cock becomes harder and harder. Precum leaks out. He gasps when I take him in hand with a firm grip and some lube, stroking him languidly. Sitting on my heels and spreading my thighs, I encourage him to wrap his legs loosely around me. I squirt some lube on my own cock. Hands on the mattress on either side of him, I hover above him, nudging our cocks together. After a while, I lean down. He moans as I cover his mouth with mine. Pulling his tongue into my mouth, I suck on it. With one hand fisting his hair and the other holding his hip, I pull him close.
“Do you like this, boy?” I whisper into his mouth. “Like when I take control?”
Ryan pants. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re mine.” Without thinking about how he’ll take my possessive tone, I watch for his reaction.
He shudders and nods again. “Yes, Sir. Please. I… I need to come.”
“You don’t have the control here, Ryan. I’ll do what I please, when I please.”
There’s frustration in his eyes before he breathes deep and slow. “Yes, Sir.”
Taking my time, I rock into him as my fingers knot in his hair and my lips suck on his neck. He hasn’t moved his hands. The sensation of our cocks rubbing together now becomes a heightened intensity. The need for release is almost too much. But he needs to come first. Sitting up with one hand on his chest and the other grasping his cock, I jerk him off hard and fast. Ryan gasps and his body shakes. “Yes… yes.”
Moving my other hand down to his balls, I play with them as Ryan’s hands grip onto his sheet. He’s beautiful like this. Giving me permission to take, demand, and control. “Come.”
Ryan groans and his body obeys my command, squirting all over himself. After making sure I’ve milked him dry, I murmur, “Good boy,” before doing the same to myself. The sight of Ryan beneath me with cum on his belly and a spent cock tips me over the edge. I come hard, our juices mixing together on his skin. Ryan moans when I slide my finger through the beautiful mess and collect a few drops. Falling forward until our bodies are lined up and pressed together, I lean on one elbow and move my finger to his lips. He takes it into his mouth, sucking on my finger with enthusiasm as he tastes us together. “Mm, very good boy.”
He sighs. “Thank you, Sir.”
Pushing his hair back from his face, I take his lips in a slow, sweet kiss. Twining our hands together on either side of him, I stare into his eyes. “I like you.”
Ryan’s eyes widen before he gives me a small smile. “I like you, too.”