Moving with inelegant yet endearing haste, Ryan stands and strips. When he lowers his head and waits for my next command, I stand behind him. “Firstly, if we’re going to play, I’ll want you waiting for me in your display position.” Behind him with my hands on his hips, I turn us to face his bedroom door. I slide my hands up his impressively muscled back until I reach his shoulders. “I want you on the floor, with your back to the bed, sitting on your heels.” When I press down a little on his shoulders, he lowers himself as instructed. Walking around until I’m in front of him, I lick my lips at the sight. Ryan. Naked. Kneeling and waiting. Adjusting myself, I swallow thickly. “Spread your knees.”
After he shifts, Ryan places his hands on his thick, muscular thighs.
“A little more.” He obeys and his cock twitches. “That’s a good pup. You look beautiful.”
Ryan tilts his head without looking up. “Th-thank you, Sir.”
“You don’t mind the new name?”
“I… I like it, Sir.”
“Good.” Frowning at his lowered head, I step forward and take his chin between my knuckle and thumb. “Some Dominants demand their sub lower their eyes.” I tilt his head up. “In some cases, I have. But I want to see yours, pup. Unless I tell you to close your eyes, or lower your head, I want them on me. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Ryan’s chocolate eyes gaze up into mine, and it’s so much better.
“Good.” Leaning down, I kiss him softly. He shudders but, other than that, doesn’t move. “This is how I want you to present yourself to me. Waiting, spread out, and showing me what’s mine.”
Ryan swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Who’s mine?”
“I am, Sir.” His breath hitches.
“Who’s your Dominant?”
“You are, Sir.” With more confidence in his voice, I know through time it’ll only increase.
“Good pup.” Striding over to my bag, I pull out two short lengths of natural fibre rope. “I know I said you should be punished for your silent treatment and behaviour. I’ve changed my mind. As we’ve signed our contract, we’ll start today fresh. In the contract, it said you’ll receive a weekly discipline. For today’s discipline, I’m going to spank you fifteen times.” After placing the bottle of lube near the end of the bed next to the rope, I ask him to stand. His body is full of tension. He’s excited and nervous. I stare into his eyes. “Your wrists will be bound to the headboard. This is discipline, not punishment. But just in case, what are your safewords?”
Ryan’s hand starts tapping his leg over and over. A nervous jitter. “Green, orange, and red.”
“Good.” The fidgeting is relentless. “Stop moving.”
As if completely unaware, Ryan glances down and furrows his brows before following my gaze to his hand. He clenches both fists and breathes deeply. “Sorry, Sir.”
Aware of how big a step this is for him, I smile. “You’re forgiven. Now. Get on all fours.”
When he’s in position, I move to first one side of the bed and then the other, tying his wrists in a manner that enables him to hold onto the rope or rest on the mattress. “By wrapping them around a few times like this, I’m sure you know, I’m spreading out the pressure. This shouldn’t leave marks.” Lowering his eyes, Ryan mutters something. With my palm, I give him a hard smack on the arse. He yelps in shock. “What was that, pup? I didn’t hear you.”
He gasps. “I just said… I wouldn’t be against having marks… that you give me, Sir.”
“Hmm. I’ll have to remember that.” Once he’s bound to his bed, I kneel between his legs and wait. After a few moments, what I’m expecting to happen, happens. Ryan’s whole body tenses again. He knows I’m behind him, but the anticipation is eating at him. He clears his throat a few times. I’m so proud of him. He wants to say something, ask me what I’m waiting for, hurry me up, but he doesn’t. After five minutes, Ryan takes a deep, shuddering breath and his muscles loosen. Another couple of minutes later, I slide my hands over his arse cheeks.
“Ah.” He jumps at the touch.
“Shh.” I soothe him with my words and caress his cheeks. Relaxing under my touch, Ryan sighs loudly and his head drops. “That’s it, baby. Relax.” He obeys me by breathing slowly and arching his back. “Yes. Show me your beautiful arse.” Massaging and squeezing his cheeks, I spend a few moments preparing his skin. Pulling my hand back, I bring it down swift and sharp.
“Ah! Mm…”
“Feel good?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to count them for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
After spanking him five times on each cheek, I separate the last five in quicker succession. By this time, he’s head down, arse up. With his cheek to the mattress, I can see his side profile.
“Eleven! Twelve! Ah! Thirteen! Fourteen!” With the last smack, he gasps and moans. “Fifteen,” he finally whispers.
“Very good. You’ve pleased me, pup.”
“Th… thank you, Sir.”
His skin is raw and rosy, and I kiss each cheek before stroking his back. “I think you deserve a treat,” I say. Grasping his sore cheeks, I spread them. I bury my face in his crack, licking at his hole.
“Oh fuck!” Ryan yells.
Lapping at him, I use my tongue to loosen him up. One hand holds his left cheek out, and I move the other between his legs to his hardened cock. Stiffening my tongue, I move it in and out of him at the same time I stroke him, turning his groans into moans and whimpers. After torturing him for a while, I tug his arse up higher and grab the lube. Slick fingers grip his cock, and I circle a finger around his entrance.
“Orange,” he croaks out.
Making sure not to stop completely, I move my left hand from his groin to his flank, stroking him there as I continue massaging but not entering his hole. “Good pup,” I say. “I always want to know what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling.” I kiss his tailbone softly. “Tell me.”
“I’m trying, Sir. You make me feel good. I… I want to trust you,” Ryan groans, annoyed with himself.
“It’s okay, pup. You’re doing great. It’s all I want to do, baby. Make you feel good.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, Sir.”
Spreading and massaging his cheeks, I lick his hole a couple of times before returning my finger to it. I slide it inside slowly. Other than a hiss and a moan, Ryan is silent. He clenches down on my finger. “You’re so tight, pup.” Drawing it back out only to push it back in, I start a slow rhythm. “God, it’d feel amazing to be inside you. To feel you take me in and squeeze me so tight.”
My actions and words have an effect on him. He mumbles incoherently and squirms.
“Pup?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Do you think you can take another?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sliding two fingers in, I twist, curl, and scissor them. His panting, the sight of him, and the sensation of having something of mine inside him, has brought me to the edge. Removing my fingers, I quickly undo his restraints and command him to turn over. Still kneeling between his legs, I push his thighs up and out. Spreading some more lube all over him, I meet Ryan’s hungry gaze. He gasps as I press my fingers back inside him. “Stroke yourself,” I say, taking my own cock out.
We both grasp our erections, stroking with a steady pace, as I continue to finger his arse. Changing the angle, I find his sweet spot. “Fuck! Yes. Oh, God.” Ryan’s eyes close in pleasure, and when he opens them, I see his unshed tears.
“You like that, pup?”
“Yes! Yes, Sir.”
Curling over him, I quicken my pace as I’m about to blow. “Come when you’re ready.”
Spreading his legs farther in order to take my fingers inside him, he fucks his fist faster and faster. In seconds, we both fall over the edge and come all over him. I slide my fingers out and hold myself above him, both hands on the mattress on either side of his head. I smash our lips together, pouring everything I feel for him into the kiss. After lowering his legs, Ryan stays completely still. Spread eagle on his bed, he gives himself to me. His tongue peeks out to play but never tries to take over the kiss. Caught in the moment, I hug him to me tightly with one hand fisting his hair and the other hooking over his shoulder. Covering his body with mine, I want to possess him, mind, body, and soul. If anyone was to walk in, there’d be no mistaking the situation. This beautiful, wounded, strong man has given himself to me. For the next three months, Ryan Scott is mine.