Chapter Thirteen

“This evening was a challenge for me.” Luke gazed at Skye who was kneeling at his feet, naked and clean of makeup and body paint. “I admit I was jealous that others could see you in all your ethereal beauty.” Skye blushed then ducked his head. His hair, still damp from the shower, was darker than usual. “I wanted to lock you away. Keep you all to myself.” The gleam of Skye’s cock cage caught Luke’s eye. “Of course, a part of you is already locked away.” Luke refastened his collar around Skye’s neck. “I should replace this with one you can get wet. Something in silver, to go with your hair.” Skye shivered, his skin pinking even more.

Luke rolled the plug he was holding between his hands, warming the steel. It was smooth, tactile and weighted inside, perfect for training purposes. “Hands and knees.” Skye fell forward on command, head down, arse in the air. Luke slicked the plug with lube before pressing the tapered end to Skye’s hole. “Relax. You’ll take this because I want you to.” He pushed, taking care not to move too fast. Skye’s body accepted the narrow end of the plug with ease then resisted as it widened. Luke paused, waiting for Skye to instruct his body to accept the intruder, then applied steady pressure. As Skye’s channel stretched, Luke held his breath. The plug narrowed again and disappeared inside Skye’s body, leaving the flat base and pull ring exposed. “Very good. Stay where you are.” Luke wiped the excess lube from his hands then retrieved the cane he had left on the bed. “One stroke for your discipline tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.” Skye wiggled his butt in invitation and Luke had to repress a smile. He dragged the cane across Skye’s bare skin before drawing his arm back. The single blow was just hard enough to leave a red mark that bloomed dark before fading to a paler shade. Luke put the cane on the dresser, signaling that discipline was over. “Are you tired?”

“No, Sir. I mean, my body is, but my mind is still jumping all over the place.”

Luke fetched a towel from the bathroom then spread it over the bed. “Lie down, on your back.”

Skye scrambled onto the bed. “Spread your legs, hands over your head.” Luke treated himself to a thorough examination of Skye’s body. He unlocked the cock cage, checking for any sore spots. but other than a few dents in the skin. there was no sign that the device was bothering Skye at all. He watched as Skye’s dick went from flaccid to rigid in a matter of seconds.

“I can see parts of your body that aren’t that tired.” He went to the bathroom to fetch a tube of depilatory cream and the applicator. “Time to get rid of this stubble.” He stroked a finger across Skye’s groin, steering clear of his cock. Beneath the skin. Skye’s muscles twitched. His fingers clenched and unclenched.

“I’m going to come, Sir. I have to…”

“Not until I say you can.” Luke smoothed the cream around the base of Skye’s cock, making sure every re-emerging hair was covered. Skye took short deep breaths, every muscle flexing.

“Keep your legs apart.”

“Sir…”

“This takes about fifteen minutes to work. You need to keep still.”

“I don’t know if I can, Sir.”

Luke slipped off his belt, made a loop then slipped it around Skye’s wrists. He tied the other end to the headboard. Two silk ties from the dresser served as restraints for Skye’s ankles, which Luke tied to the footboard. “I need to bring proper restraints up here.”

“Yes, Sir,” Skye said with a pained expression. “The cream tingles.”

“I can distract you from the sensation,” Luke said. He flicked one of Skye’s nipples and it peaked into a hard nub. He repeated the action with the other one until the skin around it reddened and Skye was pulling on his bonds. “Have you ever thought about getting these pierced? They’d be even more sensitive. I could run a chain from here to here.” He brushed his hand across Skye’s chest. “Use a link chain to a cock ring. Make it short enough that it would tug every time you moved.”

Skye whimpered. “You’re not helping, Sir.”

“Of course, we don’t have to wait. The same effect can be achieved with a good set of clamps.” Luke gave one of Skye’s nipples a pinch. His body rippled and his hips rolled as he worked the plug in his arse.

“You could have told me you were a sadist, Sir.”

“But look at how much fun you’re having finding out.” Luke tested a small section of the cream and the hair came away easily. “This is cooked.” Using the small plastic applicator, he scraped away the cream and hair, wiping it onto some tissues. Soon Skye’s groin was denuded and smooth. A dampened tissue wiped away the remains of the cream.

“There. All done.” Luke took his time disposing of the equipment and washing his hands, well pleased with the results he had achieved. Skye’s torment was delicious. Spread-eagled and bound, he was a feast for Luke’s eyes. That he could touch and play at will sent thrills of pleasure to Luke’s groin.

Without giving Skye any warning, Luke wrapped his hand around Skye’s straining shaft. He rubbed his thumb over the gleaming head. Skye’s body jerked and he came with a cry, pumping his release over Luke’s hand.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” He thrust into Luke’s grip, which Luke tightened, providing more friction until Skye was milked dry and gasping for air.

After a lingering kiss, Luke released Skye’s wrists and ankles then went to the bathroom for a shower. By the time he was finished, Skye was sound asleep. He still lay sprawled in the same position, taking up three-quarters of the bed. Luke watched him for a while, enjoying the view. Skye didn’t stir when Luke locked him back in the chastity device, nor when he rearranged Skye’s limbs so that he could get into bed too. Luke lay still, wakeful, imagining how it would feel to have Skye beneath him—to make love to him.

Too soon. His head told him to be patient, to give Skye time. His heart and his body had other ideas. Roy, Saul and their friends would be gone Saturday morning. Their new guests weren’t arriving until the following Monday. That meant a full day and half when they could be together without the demands of work interfering. Luke planned to keep Skye in chastity for the next thirty-six hours. Tomorrow, he’d use a bigger plug. When the time came, he wanted Skye ready for him. He turned onto his side and straight away Skye wriggled to press against him. Luke sighed. His willpower wasn’t limitless.

 

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The guests are making the most of their last day, aren’t they, Sir?” Skye plopped his aching body down into a chair in the snug. “I’m worn out.”

“They know how to have a good time, that’s for sure.” Luke peered over the top of his book, glasses balanced on the end of his nose. Skye’s heart gave a little jump. “How did lunch go?”

“Delivered to five different places. The dungeon, three bedrooms and the gym. I’ve never seen exercise equipment used that way before, Sir.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Best not. Suffice to say, Henry was getting quite a work-out and his grin was bigger than a Cheshire cat’s.”

Goran, who was polishing glasses behind the bar, gave a low chuckle. “The current houseboys are enthusiastic about their roles, aren’t they? Their dedication is admirable.”

Skye snickered. “Is yesterday’s local paper still here?” He rummaged through a pile on the table. “Yes! Here it is.” He rifled through the pages.

“Something interesting in there?” Luke asked. “Other than turnips, that is.”

“I wanted to show you… Here it is.” Skye folded the page back then handed the paper to Luke. “It’s the small ad for a researcher. I wanted to get your opinion on whether I should email for more information.” Skye bounced on his chair, eager to hear Luke’s thoughts.

“There can’t be any harm in it. I think I recognize that email address. Hold on.” Luke pulled out his phone. “B Doring at Rydings dot com…yes, here it is.” He handed the phone to Skye. “I don’t know Brenda Doring in person, but she’s a respected academic with a slew of books to her name. I’ve read a couple of them—she specializes in maritime history, with a particular interest in shipwrecks.”

“Wow.” Skye scrolled through the Wikipedia page. “She dives herself, too.”

“Rydings is the name of her house. It’s a wedding venue, hence the dot com. It’s in one of the villages on the far side of Lyndhurst, I think. You should use the computer in my office to take a look. I’m sure there’ll be a website.”

“Does that mean you’re okay with me getting in touch, Sir?”

“Of course. You didn’t have to ask me…but I’m glad you did.”

Skye couldn’t imagine doing such a thing without Luke’s permission. “Thank you. I mean…I’m sure Professor Doring will be looking for someone with a lot more experience than me, but I don’t lose anything by emailing her, do I?”

“No, and sometimes the smallest things turn into the biggest opportunities. Would you like to take a look now? We have some time before set-up for the auction starts.”

“Can’t wait to see how that turns out,” Goran chimed in. “I have my gladiator costume ready and waiting.”

“Sounds hot!” Skye exclaimed, nibbling his lip when he caught Luke’s scowl. Goran’s belly laugh echoed around the room.

“You’re in big trouble now, boy.” Still chortling, he made for the door. “I’m heading out for an hour—need some fresh air before tonight’s shenanigans begin. All this hotness needs to be in tip-top condition.” He winked then closed the door behind him.

Skye raised his eyes to meet Luke’s piercing gaze. He gulped.

“Calling another man hot in front of your Dom, even if it’s true, is not appropriate, young man.” Luke patted his lap. “Trousers down. Over my lap.”

“Sorry, Sir.” More excited than nervous, Skye unzipped his jeans. He pushed them and his underwear down his thighs. With hindsight, he should have moved closer to Luke first because now he had to waddle over to him. He tipped himself over Luke’s lap. His toes scraped the floor and his caged cock nestled in the space between Luke’s thighs. Blood rushed to his head.

He expected the sting of a blow but instead, Luke stroked his arse.

“So beautiful and all mine. You do understand that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Sir. Yes! Want to be yours, no one else’s.” Skye squirmed under Luke’s gentle touches.

“Good, because tomorrow I’m going to take this gorgeous arse. No more waiting.” Luke pulled Skye’s cheeks apart then brushed a finger over his hole. “I’m going to fill you and fuck you so there’s no room in your head for anything or anyone, but me.”

Skye gasped as Luke pushed a fingertip inside him.

“And now I’m going to spank you so that this evening, and tonight, every time you move you’ll think of me.”

In its cage, Skye’s cock attempted to swell. He moaned, desperate for more. Luke patted his behind then gave him six hard strokes, targeting the sensitive junction between arse and thigh. When he was done, he rested a hot palm on the small of Skye’s back.

“All over.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Skye took a few deep, heaving breaths. When Luke allowed it, he slid to his knees, resting his head on Luke’s thigh. Now the distraction of pain had gone, thoughts whirled around his head. There was so much to think about, it was overwhelming. Foremost was that he had spoken without thinking and even though there was no doubt that Goran dressed as a gladiator would be hot as hell, he shouldn’t have said it out loud. Luke had spanked him as punishment, but it had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life.

The touches, the ache, just the position over Luke’s lap—if it hadn’t been for the cage, he was sure he would have come. He could still feel where the tip of Luke’s finger had penetrated his channel. He wanted Luke inside him with an all-consuming need and unless his imagination was playing tricks on him Luke had said that it was his intention to fuck him. Tomorrow. And it had sounded as if Luke was just as impatient as he was for them to be together. Skye rubbed his cheek on the soft fabric of Luke’s trousers. His hair got a tug.

“Get dressed, Skye. You’ll be spending the rest of your free time this afternoon with me in my office.”

“Yes, Sir.” Skye got to his feet, hampered by the jeans and underwear that were still around his knees. He adjusted his clothing, giving Luke a tentative smile. His reward was a deep, aggressive kiss that left him even more befuddled than he had been before. He followed Luke back to his office, grateful for the opportunity for some thinking time.

Luke took the seat behind his desk, put his elbows on the wooden surface and steepled his fingers. The office door was closed, but not locked.

“I imagine there’s a lot going on in your head, Skye. Some quiet time will be good for both of us. Take your clothes off, please.”

Skye stripped, his mind wandering to the fact that he wouldn’t need much of a clothes budget in future, he spent that much time naked. He smiled at the thought, which was random and had come out of nowhere.

“I’m glad you’re finding this amusing,” Luke said, his expression stern. “No kneeling today. You may take the other chair.”

Sinking into the cushioned leather, Skye made himself comfortable.

“Spread your legs.”

Luke seemed to find the view of Skye’s bare body and shiny cock cage intriguing, because for a few minutes he just sat and stared. Skye fidgeted, uncomfortable under his scrutiny, hoping he passed muster. Luke slid open a desk drawer. He pulled out several objects, a blindfold, what looked like a gag, several short lengths of rope and a metal chain with some kind of clip on either end.

Luke pushed his chair back and stood, his movements as smooth and controlled as always. Skye envied his certainty. “You need time to think and I’m going to give it to you,” Luke said. He used two pieces of rope to bind Skye’s wrists to the arms of the chair, and two more went farther up his arms. “I’m not going to tie your ankles. I want you to hold that position with your legs spread wide.”

“Yes, Sir.” Skye shifted a little. He wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was difficult to keep his body still when his mind was so active.

“Removing any visual stimulation will help you.” Luke tied the blindfold around Skye’s head, cutting off the light. Not even the smallest glimmer penetrated the dense fabric. Something rubbery pressed against his lips. Skye opened his mouth and it was filled with a hard, bulbous shape that narrowed at the base, allowing him to close his mouth around it. A strap went around his head which Luke buckled, holding the gag in place.

“This kind of gag won’t hurt your jaw as much as a ball gag would. Breathe through your nose. You should be able to swallow normally. Nod if you can.”

Skye suckled the rubber, getting used to the taste. Swallowing wasn’t a problem. He ducked his head, letting Luke know that he was okay.

“Good. Now, something to help you focus.”

Skye jerked as his nipples were flicked until they burned.

“These clamps aren’t the most painful type, but they will make you ache.” A sharp pinch followed the cold contact of metal. Skye sucked in his breath as best he could around the gag as the bite of pain sent bolts of lightning straight to his cock. When the second one was applied, he moaned. “If you want to use your safe word, just nod your head. I’ll be right here and I won’t leave you.”

Various soft sounds told Skye that Luke had resumed his seat behind the desk. The rustle of fabric and a creak of leather was followed by the tap of fingers on keys. The sound was soporific. Skye drifted, aware of the ache caused by the nipple clamps but not bothered by it. He clenched his arse, wishing he were plugged. The thought sent his mind to fantasies about what else would soon be filling him and a sense of happy contentment washed over him. He drifted. He could trust Luke to take care of him, to give him what he needed. He had no doubt that when his Dominant, his Luke, made love to him, every second would be perfect.