“Then I’d like to thank you for your willing gift of submission, pet.”
Pet. Joel didn’t know why the nickname instantly warmed his insides. Perhaps it was the way Damon said it— so sinfully wicked, so arrogantly sure.
“Thank me how?” Joel asked.
That wicked grin again. Damon eradicated any logical thought by kissing Joel again, thoroughly and deeply, and leaving Joel breathless before he moved downwards. Damon planted kisses down Joel’s neck, sucked at his collarbones, before moving down Joel’s pectorals.
He closed his mouth over Joel’s left nipple, making Joel moan when Damon teased him with teeth. Damon watched him, gauging his reaction. At Joel’s nod, Damon bit down, making him groan. Damon continued, nipping and leaving bites down his ribs, and abs. Joel’s entire body tingled when Damon’s lips finally reached his thigh. Damon planted a kiss on his tip. Joel squirmed when Damon’s tongue lashed out to sweep the pre-cum off his cock head.
“What are you doing?” Joel muttered.
“Hush, pet. Be patient,” Damon chided.
Joel watched his boss, stunned when Damon tongued his length. Damon applied slight pressure to his balls, adding more bite to his pleasure. Joel let out an eager sound, urging him to continue. Damon didn’t disappoint. He teased Joel to his limits, moving from tip to root repeatedly.
“Please, Sir,” Joel begged. Damon flashed him a wolfish smile, but he thankfully, complied.
“Remember, Joel. No coming without my permission.”
Joel shuddered when Damon finally took Joel’s shaft in his mouth, gently sucking, before applying a slight pressure of teeth. Damon easily accommodated his hardening length, taking him delicious inch by delicious inch. Joel yanked at his restraints, but Damon only withdrew out of his cock once Joel’s tip was at the back of his throat. Relentless, Damon dove in again.
God. The feel of Damon’s mouth around his shaft felt amazing. Joel’s back arched and a ragged needy sound poured out of him. Joel nearly climaxed too, except he remembered Damon’s warning about not coming without his permission. Despite how hard the command was, he obeyed.
Damon pulled out of his member, black eyes glinting with pleasure. “Very good, pet. You remembered.”
Joel couldn’t formulate a witty reply, so he emitted a moan. Damon didn’t leave him time to think or recover. Joel’s entire body buckled as he repeated the motion.
God. How can any man be able to easily claim Joel’s body like this? Anymore and he would definitely cave in.
“Damon, please. I don’t think I can last very long,” he pleaded.
“Please. The word sounds delightful from your sweet lips, pet.” Damon left him hanging, his cock so close to bursting. He disappeared from Joel’s line of sight, before returning with a pack of condoms and lube.
“Hush.” Damon uncapped the lube, and then squeezed a generous amount over Joel’s crack and his own fingers. He then slid one finger into Joel’s asshole, making him groan. “Relax for me, pet. Very good.”
Damon slid a second finger into his waiting hole, and began to finger fuck Joel, watching his expression closely. Joel had never felt quite so exposed—his face flushed, bound body straining yet eager for the delicious torment Damon was capable of inflicting.
“Say it again. The word is sweet music to my ears.”
“Please.” Joel would ponder later on how one word could possess such a dual nature. How it gave both of them equal power—to Damon because Joel offered himself wholly without hiding anything away and to Joel, for having the courage to expose himself.
“Since you asked me so nicely, I’ll comply,” Damon conceded.
Joel was almost relieved, except Damon used his free hand to pump his cock again, while continuing to fuck Joel’s hole. He suddenly began to long and ache for something larger inside his ass. Still, Damon left a trail of hot kisses on his neck. Damon licked at his bottom lip, before capturing it between his teeth. Joel’s breaths hitched.
“Come now, pet. All over my hands.” Damon began stroking Joel’s member faster.
Joel’s entire body shuddered and he exploded. He didn’t know whether it was from Damon’s crude words or the increased enthusiasm of his mouth. Joel came long and hard, his mind reeling, his entire body shuddering against the bonds.
God. Joel had never had an orgasm like that before. When Joel came back to reality, he noticed Damon was watching him. Joel realized he hadn’t had enough. He wanted Damon embedded deep inside him.
Sensing his want, Damon slipped on a condom. Damon released the cuffs on Joel’s ankles, before settling himself between Joel’s legs.
“Do you want me in you, pet?” Damon teased.
He positioned Joel’s legs on his shoulders, and palmed Joel’s left inner thigh.
“Yes.”
Damon’s eyebrow rose. “Kindly repeat that.”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
Damon chuckled. The bastard. “Very good, pet.”
Damon nudged several inches inside Joel. God. Damon was huge. Some of the men Joel dated before hadn’t been exactly small, but Damon was impressive. Damon didn’t force his way in. He took his time, and made sure Joel became acquainted with the size of him.
It didn’t matter though, because Joel wanted to feel the burn. The burn began slow, but continued to build inside him. Damon drove all the way hilt-deep. Even though he’d already climaxed, Joel’s cock had perked up again.
“Feel me inside you, pet. How right I fit inside you,” Damon commanded, staying inside Joel without moving for several seconds.
Joel moaned. Damon felt like a glowing brand permanently marking his insides. His hands, still bound, and with his ass still impaled on Damon’s cock, thrilled and frightened Joel at the same time.
“Fucking perfect,” Damon murmured, panting. Then he began to move, his strokes sure and deep.
Joel groaned, clenching his ass muscles around Damon’s shaft, drawing him in.
“Fuck, pet. You’re so tight,” Damon gritted out.
“Faster. Harder,” Joel gasped. Damon complied, until the mattress between them shook with the force of his thrusts.
Damon was right. Fused together, Damon’s steel-hard prick deep inside Joel, they were perfectly in sync. Damon reached out for Joel’s cock and began pumping him. Joel’s balls drew in tight against him. Damon stroked Joel’s shaft until he was close to bursting, a storm waiting to erupt. The room fell away, so did the bed. All Joel saw was Damon and his body, locked and rocking to a single rhythm.
Damon changed angle. His next thrust made Joel cry out loudly.
A grin appeared. “There, huh?”
Then Damon aimed for Joel’s sweet spot over and over again, driving Joel to the brink of insanity.
“You have my permission to come, Joel,” Damon’s words triggered his climax.
Joel let loose a loud moan as strings of his cum sprayed Damon’s chest and stomach, the orgasm more mind shattering than the last. His hands fisted the restrains, glad for the anchor they provided.
It didn’t take long for Damon to come. Digging his hands into the flesh of Joel’s hips, Damon pounded into him one last time. Joel’s ass muscles clamped on Damon’s shaft hard until Damon let out one final growl of triumph. Joel gazed at him through a bliss-filled haze of contentment, watching Damon’s careful expression turn to vulnerability for a couple of moments.
Damon remembered to take off Joel’s wrist cuffs after. Joel sighed when Damon kissed the slight indentation left behind by the cuffs on the inside of his wrists. The press of Damon’s lips sent another flutter through his heart. None of the men he slept with before rendered Joel like this.
Well, with the exception of his bastard ex-boyfriend, who left Joel’s heart in pieces. Usually, sex left Joel feeling empty and guilt-ridden after, but the feeling was strangely absent with Damon.
Damon disappeared inside his bathroom to dispose of the condom, and came back with a washcloth and a couple of wet wipes. When Joel started to sit up, Damon gently pressed him back down. “Allow me. I enjoy this part.”
Reluctantly, Joel did. It felt strangely intimate, the way he ran a washcloth to clean up the mess, the gesture unexpectedly tender. After, Damon stole a quick kiss on Joel’s tip, making Joel laugh. Damon cleaned himself, and put away everything, before collapsing next to Joel in bed.
Some men, Joel knew, pushed their lovers away after sex, but Damon pulled him to his large frame. Damon nestled against Joel. He spooned behind Joel’s back, and Damon’s hard, sweat-slicked muscles felt like heaven.
“Let’s lie like this for a little while,” Damon murmured, combing his fingers through Joel’s hair. “Then maybe, a shower?”
Joel felt Damon’s cock pressed against his back, already semi-hard. He couldn’t help but tease him. “So hard so soon, boss?”
He thought Damon would reprimand him, but instead, Damon kissed the nape of his neck. Damon growled. “See your effect on me, pet? How easily you make me so hard?”
Joel shivered at the sound of Damon’s voice, heart hammering hard against his chest. Before sleep took Joel, a single thought crossed his mind.
This man would be the death of me, but if he’s willing to lure me to the dark, then I’ll eagerly follow.
The End