Chapter Fifteen

“This has to be the ultimate in self-indulgent decadence,” Luke said as he unbuttoned Skye’s shirt. “Going to bed in the middle of the afternoon.” He pulled Skye’s shirt from his trousers then pushed it back on his shoulders, revealing tantalizing smooth skin and two pebbled nipples. He gave one of them a flick. “Someone’s excited.”

“Yes, Sir. It’s been an amazing day and I’ve been wanting this forever. I mean, we haven’t known each other that long, but ever since I can remember realizing I was a submissive, I’ve wanted this…for my first time to be with a kind, loving Dom who I could respect and take care of.” He leaned against Luke. “You’ve been so patient with me.”

“Respect works both ways, sweetheart. I’m honored that you’ve given me your trust.” Luke drew him close, rubbing circles on the small of his back.

“I felt so empty when you took this plug out this morning, Sir.”

“I had to force myself to go out for a run. It would have been so easy to bend you over right there and then, but I want to take my time with you. You deserve to be treated with care.” He pushed a hand down the back of Skye’s trousers to grip his arse. “No one else will ever get to touch this. I don’t share.” His tone was fiercer than he intended. Skye rubbed against him, pressing the hard metal of the chastity cage against Luke’s thigh. “Enough talking.” He stripped the rest of Skye’s clothing with efficient movements, leaving him clad in collar, cage and a plaited leather bracelet around his wrist.

“I love my gift, Sir.” Skye fiddled with the bracelet. Luke had chosen it from a selection at the craft shop they had visited because there was a thread of silver wire running through the black leather, which reminded him of Skye’s hair.

“You can keep it on.” Luke ran his hands over Skye’s body from his shoulders, down his arms to his wrists, which he pushed behind his back and held together with one hand. With the other he cupped Skye’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. Skye rose on his toes, giving a little squeak. Luke continued his manipulations, appreciating the warm weight of Skye’s sac in his hand. He nudged him back toward the bed, only letting go when the back of Skye’s legs hit the mattress. Luke dragged back the covers, rolling them to the bottom of the bed.

“I think you should undress me now.”

Skye obliged with shaking hands, gripping his lower lip between his teeth as if he were concentrating on a problem. He planted kisses, unbidden, on each exposed inch of skin, dropping to his knees to lower Luke’s trousers. He nuzzled Luke’s erection with his cheek.

“You have a beautiful cock, Sir.”

“On the bed, Skye.” The tone of reprimand was not meant unkindly, but Luke knew that if Skye stayed where he was, he would come far too soon. He kicked away his trousers and underwear before climbing onto the bed to lie next to Skye. Skye was on his back, arms stretched above his head. Luke’s first job was to remove the chastity cage. The key, retrieved from his trouser pocket, was already in his hand. He unlocked the device, dropping it onto the floor at the side of the bed. Skye’s cock sprang to life and he moaned.

“Need to come so bad, Sir.”

Luke considered tormenting him a while longer, but decided there was no harm in taking the edge off Skye’s need. He was young and would recover quickly. Luke got to his knees, moistened his lips, then took Skye’s rigid shaft into his mouth.

“Luke!” Skye screamed as he came seconds later. He arched his back, thrusting into Luke’s mouth. Luke swallowed, then licked Skye clean. He was still semi hard.

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” Skye gabbled. “I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t help it, you… I… Oh my God.” Both his face and his groin flushed a beautiful shade of pink.

“You did exactly what I wanted you to do,” Luke said, gripping Skye’s shaft and jacking it a couple of times. “When I take you, I want you to be able to focus on the sensations you’re experiencing rather than a desperate need to come. You’ve been in chastity for a long time. I’m surprised you managed to hold off long enough for me to get my mouth on you.”

“That was… It was…”

“There’s no need to talk,” Luke said with a chuckle. “Roll onto your front.”

Skye flopped onto his stomach with a sigh. Luke knelt across him and spent some time massaging his lower back and arse, digging his fingers into the tight muscles, convincing Skye’s body to relax. Skye’s contented moans told Luke that his efforts were worthwhile. He reached for the dispenser of lube sitting on the bedside table. He pumped some onto his fingers until they were shiny and slick before pressing one to Skye’s hole. The plug had done its work, and his finger slipped into Skye’s body with ease. He crooked it, brushing the tip over Skye’s prostate. Skye yelped and wiggled.

“Sir!”

Luke used his free hand to give Skye’s arse a smack. “Keep still.” He withdrew his finger then entered Skye again using two this time. There was no resistance, just heat and the grip of Skye’s inner muscles. Luke still spent some time stretching him before adding a third finger. Skye whimpered and Luke stilled.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Need more, Sir,” Skye pleaded. All the preparation in the world could only help Skye so much. Luke nudged him until he rolled onto his back.

“You’re sure you’re happy to do this without a condom?”

“I’ve seen your medical records, Sir and you’ve seen mine… Please don’t stop. Want you in me. Want to feel you, not latex.”

Luke lifted Skye’s calves to rest them on his shoulders. He moved into position so that the blunt head of his cock rested against Skye’s glossy entrance. He added yet more lube, gritting his teeth as the urge to come became overwhelming. “Arms back over your head.” Luke loomed over Skye’s body, pressing his legs back. He gripped both his wrists, holding him in place, then entered him for the first time. Just an inch at first, then two. The grip of Skye’s channel against his sensitive flesh was torment. Luke held still, staring into Skye’s violet eyes, checking for any sign of distress. He kissed him as he pushed forward again, stealing his breath and the gasp that came with it. There was no stopping now. Luke kept pushing until he was fully seated in Skye’s body.

“Burns, Sir.” Skye’s brow furrowed with pain. “’s good. Need you.”

Slowly at first but with building speed, Luke jacked his hips until he reached a steady rhythm. His gaze was locked with Skye’s and nothing in the world could make him look away. Skye was already hard again, the tip of his erection leaving wet trails on Luke’s belly as he moved. His orgasm built, sending tingles the length of his spine and when it came there was no stopping. With a final deep, powerful thrust into Skye’s welcoming heat, Luke came with an exultant shout. Beneath him Skye bucked, his body rippling, his muscles pulling Luke deeper. He cried out as he came, tears rolling down his face. Luke collapsed onto him, holding him tight, kissing him over and over again. It was a while until he realized that he must be crushing Skye with his weight. He shifted onto his back, pulling Skye on top of him, not wanting even inches to separate them.

“I love you, Skye.” He murmured the words into Skye’s hair knowing that they came from deep within him rather than from the heat of the moment.

“That’s good, Sir because I love you too.” Skye snuggled against him, giving his chest flickering licks of his tongue and sweet kisses. “Thank you for making this so perfect.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“How long till we can do it again?”

Skye’s response made Luke laugh. “As soon as you like, so long as you’re not sore and you give me a while to recover. I’m not as young as you. Would you like to take a shower?”

“Only if you want to, Sir. We’re just going to get all sticky again and I like it right here.” He held on tighter.

Luke stroked his back and his butt, memorizing the curves and dimples. “You know, I can’t wait to fuck you on the St. Andrew’s cross, over the spanking bench, while you’re chained and gagged and have no choice but to take me however I choose.”

Skye moaned. “You’re making me hard, Sir. You will let me come every now and again, won’t you?”

“If you’re good.” Luke pressed a finger into Skye’s arse. He yelped, then wiggled trying to encourage Luke deeper. “I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here, love.” Luke withdrew his finger before giving Skye’s backside several sharp spanks.

“Sorry, Sir.” Skye didn’t sound remorseful at all. He sounded joyful. Luke smiled. It would be fun to think up some inventive punishments for his naughty sub, but for now he was happy just to hold him. Skye was where he was meant to be, safe, cherished and all Luke’s.

It was an hour or so later when Luke awoke from a light doze to the sound of urgent knocking at his door.

“What now?” He extracted himself from beneath Skye’s body, grabbed his robe and went to see who it was disturbing his peace. To his surprise, he found Rayne in the corridor hopping from foot to foot in agitation.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you, Mr. Redding, but you need to come down to the kitchen. There’s something you have to see.” Rayne was stressed, his worry genuine.

“Can you give me a few minutes?” Luke asked. He smelled of sex and sweat. Getting clean was a priority.

Rayne nodded before jogging down the corridor. “Please be quick, sir.”

Skye had woken and was sitting up in bed with a bewildered expression on his face. “What’s happening, Sir? Was that Rayne?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I need to go down to the kitchen. I’m going to take a quick shower. I’m sure Rayne would have said if the situation was life or death.”

Skye scrambled out of bed. “I’ll come with you.”

Showering together without it turning into something more took a significant effort of will. Luke pulled on his discarded clothes, not bothering to search out anything clean. Looking anxious, Skye dressed just as quickly.

Skye grabbed his hand as they ran down the stairs and through to the kitchen. They found Rayne, Benjy, Frank, Fergus and Henry gathered around the table in the staff room. A large cardboard box sat in the middle of it and there were strange squeaks coming from inside.

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Luke demanded

Skye peered into the box. “Oh! Oh, look, Sir.”

Frustrated that no one was giving him a clear explanation for the chaos, Luke stepped forward. For a moment he couldn’t work out what he was looking at, but gradually he realized that the pile of wriggling fur in the box was a collection of kittens and their mother, an ample tabby with a purr like a traction engine.

“Perhaps someone could explain why there is a box of cats on the table?”

Skye pulled one of the kittens from the box and held it against his chest where it promptly fell asleep. “Where did they come from?” he asked.

“They were left outside the main gate,” Rayne said. “I drove into the village because I had to get my mum’s birthday card into the post and when I got back the box was there. Right in the middle of the road. How could somebody just dump them?”

By this time, all the boys had picked out a kitten to cuddle. The mother cat didn’t seem bothered at all. Probably relieved to get a moment’s peace, Luke thought. I know how she feels.

Skye turned to Luke with pleading eyes. “Can we keep them, Sir?”

Luke found himself the subject of six intense stares. He had the sense to recognize he’d already lost the battle. Thoughts of the sub mafia flashed through his head. “They can stay for the weekend, then we will have to see about finding them new homes. They also need to visit a vet. They can’t be anywhere near the kitchen though. Tor would have me hung like an aging ham.” He surveyed his staff. “You’ll all have to take turns looking after them, and that includes the night shift. I suggest the old chauffeur’s room over the garage would be suitable. It’s well insulated and dry.”

“We can set up a pen so they have some space to play,” Benjy suggested. “And find something cozy for them to sleep in.”

“They’ll need food, a litter tray… I grew up with cats,” Henry said. “If you drive, Rayne, we could get to the nearest pet superstore. The place will be open until eight tonight and there’s a vet on site. I’ll call them and see if we can get an emergency appointment.”

“The kittens aren’t weaned yet,” Rayne said. “They’ve been feeding from their mum, so we won’t need kitten food. I think someone else should come with us. I don’t want any of them getting loose in the car and we don’t have a proper pet carrier.

Luke listened as the planning continued around him. With the decision made that the cats could stay, he had become superfluous to the proceedings. “Frank, for those who are staying in tonight, please order a takeaway from the Happy Garden. You can use The Retreat’s account. I’ll leave you all to it. I have a date with a glass of wine and a few episodes of Luther on the iPlayer. I’ll be in my quarters if you need me.” He directed the last comment to Skye who seemed torn between joining him and staying to play with the kittens. He gave the one he was holding a kiss before putting it back in the box.

“Include me in the cat-sitting rota,” Skye said. “That’s okay, isn’t it, Sir?”

“It is.” He was pleased Skye had volunteered. “They’ll be back from the vet’s soon enough,” he said, taking Skye’s hand and leading him from the staff room. “In the meantime, you can pet me instead.”

Skye licked his lips. “Yes please, Sir!”

Luke guessed he retained around ninety-nine percent of Skye’s love. The other percent had gone to a box of wriggling fluff balls.