Ryan’s eyes are wide with his desperate, sexual hunger. He’s missed this so much. Not only pleasing his Dom and feeling pride after being praised, not just being dominated, but more so having something inside him. His legs widen even more as his breathing accelerates. My large man is hungry for me. Desperate for me.
When his hair falls into his eyes, I lean over and comb it back with my fingers. For a distracting moment, I wonder if Ryan prefers my hair short, or if he thinks I should keep growing it. Maybe I’ll ask him. Later. Much later. The need for friction intensifies, and I grip myself firmly with my other hand. “That’s it,” I praise, seeing him grasp onto the bedrail with more strength as he watches his cock leak onto his belly. My God, he’s hot. And what makes it hotter is, he’s doing this because I asked him to. He’s beautiful, and I tell him so.
“Thank you, Sir,” he moans. “You’re beautiful too, Sir. I mean handsome. No, hot!”
“I don’t mind the word ‘beautiful,’ boy.” I tilt my head. “Do you like the pet name ‘boy’?”
His eyes snap up to mine, and he focuses on the meaning of the question. “You’re asking me ?”
I smirk. “Yes, you.”
His eyes run up and down my naked body. The heat in his eyes causes my cock to twitch. “I mean, you’re asking me what I’d prefer?”
“Yes, Ryan. Pet? Cub? Slave?”
He shakes his head. “Anything but slave. Or whore. Please, Sir.”
Fuck. It’s clear Ryan wasn’t treasured by his previous Dom. Sure, some submissives don’t mind those nicknames, but Ryan’s obvious distaste for them shows me just one aspect in which he wasn’t happy. If he’s ever truly mine, I’ll be sure to show him how precious he is. This wonderful man deserves to be cherished. Memories are starting to come back to him, and I see the panic in his eyes. Wherever he is, it’s not in his room with me. I nod to his hands as they slowly release the rails.
“I don’t believe I told you to let go, boy.” Ryan’s eyes fly up to mine. Poor boy . He looks lost. “Hands,” I remind him.
He looks up, surprised. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Returning his hands to the rails, he grips onto them as if his life depends on it.
“I think we’ll stick with ‘boy.’”
“Thank you. I like it, Sir.” Ryan nods.
“Good. Would you like to come, boy?” As I ask this, I curl my fingers up and he moans loudly.
“Yes, Sir!”
Stroking myself as vigorously as I piston my fingers inside him, I make sure to press against his prostate every time. The pleasure brings on a continuous murmur from Ryan. He closes his eyes. “Eyes open, boy.” His lids fly up and he meets my gaze. Panting heavily, sweating, and with a flushed face, he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. My orgasm reaches the point of no return. “Come.”
“Ah! Sir….”
“Yes, boy.” Watching him tips me over the edge. Our cum mixes together once again on his belly. After I catch my breath, I say, “Look at that.”
Ryan glances down. “You like it, Sir?” he asks through heavy breaths.
“Yes, boy. You’re beautiful when you come. But even more so now, with the evidence of our pleasure all over you.” Ryan sighs. He still has a solid grip on the bars. I pull my fingers out slowly. Hovering over him, I take his mouth in a hungry kiss. I demand entry by forcing my tongue into his mouth, swallowing Ryan’s pleasure-filled moans. Lowering myself, I cover his body with mine, with his legs on either side of me. Holding his head in my hands, I break away from his lips, only to whisper against them. “Very good, boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.” His brown eyes stare up at me with such awe. As if I’m some type of god. The sudden desire to be anything he wants and everything he needs overpowers every other urge. In this moment, I know I’ll do anything, be anyone, if it means I have Ryan. As much as I want and need to dominate, he comes first. The depth of my realisation has me asking myself the most profound question. Is this love? Being absolutely whatever the person of your affection needs? Because if Ryan was to tell me now, or sometime down the track, that he couldn’t be a submissive anymore, it’d be all right. We would be all right. We’d make it work.
* * *
Something disturbs my sleep. Opening my eyes, I search the darkness to try to figure out what woke me up. The clock reads just after 4:00 a.m. There are harsh, quiet breaths and moans close by. Spooning Ryan as I am, I pull his shoulder and shift him until he’s on his back. In my half-asleep state, I’m aware he’s having a nightmare. Not knowing what else to do, I move to cover his body once again with mine. Only this time, it’s not about sex. Surrounding as much of his body with mine as I physically can, I attempt to fight away his nightmare with touch alone. A quiet voice in my head says this could indeed be the opposite of what he needs, but the other, louder voice tells me this is the right thing to do. Placing a kiss over his heart, I take his fisted hands in mine and press them down into the mattress. Hopefully my deep, quiet breathing soothes him. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes. Slowly, finally, his heart rate calms down. Muscles which were stiff and protesting now relax beneath me. Eventually, a deep sleep finds us both.
It feels like two minutes later when I’m woken up again. This time by my alarm. A deep grunt makes me smile. We must’ve shifted, because once again I’m behind Ryan, hugging him to my chest. Caressing his flank with my hand, I keep my eyes closed and move my mouth forward until I find the sweet spot just below his nape. After peppering a few slow kisses in the same spot, I pull away to turn off my alarm.
“What time is it?” Ryan grumbles, facing me.
Aw, he’s not a morning person.
Staring at his sleepy form with bed hair, a small frown, and plump, pouty lips, I comb my fingers through his hair. “Eight.”
“Eight?” His voice is a whine. “On a Saturday?” He moves as if to bury himself away from the world, if only to go back to sleep. Before he can shift too far away, I grab him in a tight hug before pressing him down into the mattress.
Ryan laughs at my actions. “What are you doing?” He continues in a quiet murmur, “It’s too early for me to deal with kinky, Dominant Henry.”
After laughing at his words, I answer his first question seriously. “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
His chuckle seems to be in an effort to lighten the mood. “I was only going to go back to sleep.”
My lips hover above his as I speak. “You know I didn’t just mean right now, Ryan. I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
By his reaction, it seems I couldn’t have picked a better set of words. Ryan shudders and he smiles. “You feeling possessive of me, Sir?”
“Yes.”
“I like that. A lot.”
I tilt my head back. “We only started seeing each other a week ago, but—”
“You’ve been in my thoughts ever since we met over a month ago.” Ryan’s admission makes me beyond happy. I grin and peck him on the lips.
“Same here,” I say.
Fisting my hands in his hair, I bring his head up as I tilt mine down. The kiss is hungry, slow, and delicious. Who cares about morning breath? I press him deeper into the mattress and move his hands to the rails before returning mine to his skin, caressing his sides as I nibble on his lips and play with his tongue. Ryan could stop me—he has the strength to—but he chooses not to. It makes his submission so much sweeter.
* * *
We shower together before getting changed and hopping into my car. When I adamantly protest him paying for breakfast, he places his hand on mine. “Please, Henry. I’d really like to. Last weekend, you said at dinner I can get the next one. I know Doms tend to want to provide for their subs, but this is to apologise for last night. I know it doesn’t make up for my actions. I guess I felt a little out of control. But please, let me do this. Please let me serve you in this way. Just this once.”
I nod, pressing my foot down on the accelerator and steering the wheel when the traffic light changes. “Okay.” Glancing at him, I ask, “So, you’ve had a good D/s relationship before?” Unlike whoever it was who abused and scarred Ryan physically and emotionally. Abused to the point of causing him nightmares. My grip on the wheel turns my knuckles white.
Ryan nods and smiles. “Yeah. When I first moved east to Melbourne, there was Derek. He was nice. A great Dom. We had two, three-month contracts.” He shrugs. “While we were together, he met someone else he became interested in. But he was loyal. He didn’t start seeing them until our second contract ended. He um… he helped me out. After…. He was the only one I spoke to about it.”
When it doesn’t seem as if he’s going to continue, I say, “I’m glad you had someone you could talk to. He sounds like a great guy.”
“Yeah, he is.” Ryan smiles as he recalls more pleasant memories. “So, you and Sean?”
I shrug. “He was great too. Same amount of time, two contracts, but towards the end, I decided I needed more in a partner. We both acknowledged we didn’t love each other, and we deserved more in a relationship.” I glance at him again, wondering how he feels about the L-word. “I don’t mean to scare you when I say this, but I already feel more for you than I did with him. I think we could be really great together, Ryan.” I concentrate on parking the car and only face him when I turn the ignition off.
Without saying anything, only licking his lips, he’s making it clear what he wants. His acceptance of me having control is growing. Ryan has wants and needs, but he’s giving all the decision-making to me. He’s putting all his desires aside and allowing me to choose when, how, and if I decide to satisfy them. Ryan starts to say something, but I cover his mouth in a passionate lip lock. With my hand in his hair, I yank his head back. “What are you doing to me, boy?”
Ryan smiles. “I don’t know, Sir, but I think I like it.”
“Me too.” After locking the car and taking his hand in mine, I lead the way into the café. When we find a table, Ryan pulls a chair out for me and asks what I’d like before heading over to the counter. While he’s ordering our food, I glance around. It’s before ten o’clock, and the place usually becomes crowded at about half past. The earlier Ryan and I have our conversation, the better. The need to know more about him is essential. To move forward, as his Dom, lover, and boyfriend, I have to be aware of how best to care for him. For him to move forward as my submissive, he needs to know I’ll be there for him, because I know all there is to know about him. Like any submissive, Ryan has to give me his vulnerability in order for me to harness his wants, needs, and desires to the best of my ability.