Ignoring the dessert, Garrett left one hand playing with Wyatt’s hair and used the other to tease his legs. Running his hand up and down from Wyatt’s shins to his thigh, he was clearly enjoying what he was doing. Wyatt didn’t even realize he was starting to wiggle until Garrett’s hand tightened and he stilled. “Hands behind your back, Sweet. That’s better.”
Even though he wasn’t held down or kneeling, the Dom pinned him in place with just his expression and voice. Wyatt’s cock was leaking so much his boxers were wet and this would only make things worse.
“Now, how did you start making furniture?” Garrett smiled at Wyatt’s confusion.
“What?”
“Is that any way to talk to me?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Um, I...I don’t understand, Sir.” That earned Wyatt another caress of Garrett’s hand through his hair, this time dipping down the side of his head to tease around his ear. He’d never realized how much of an erogenous zone his head was.
“I want to know how you got started with your furniture. You’re very good. It isn’t often these days you see someone who is such a talented craftsman, especially someone so young.” Garrett seemed so sincere that Wyatt knew he was blushing.
“Um…shop class to start. My dad thought it was manly but what he didn’t realize was that mymanly, machoshop teacher was in a long-term relationship with another guy. They weren’t what you would call out and proud, but I guess he could see how confused I was because he casually brought up their relationship one day after school. It was some place I fit in, even though I wasn’t out yet.” Wyatt tilted his head and tried to push closer to Garrett’s touch. He sighed when Garrett kept it up, it felt incredible.
“He had to know, but he never said anything. He let me take as many classes as I could get away with and showed me all kinds of things. He even worked with me after school on tons of stuff. His partner would come in and hang out too sometimes. They were my first exposure to a real loving gay relationship. I got a degree in graphic design but I spent more time at the local art center taking more woodshop classes than I did on my major.” He moaned and fought to stay still as Garrett’s hand wandered temptingly close to his cock.
Just imagining how it would feel completely broke his concentration and Garrett had to prompt him again to keep talking. He didn’t know how he was supposed to keep going when the sexy Dom was driving him crazy with those teasing touches. Garrett wasn’t going to let that be an excuse though so Wyatt tried to remember where he left off.
“I…um…Oh, the art center. At the same time as I was getting better with building furniture and stuff, I was also starting to explore the scene. Eventually, I realized that a lot of the common pieces people wanted to own, but were too shy to have in their house, could look like something simple.”
“Like the spanking bench that looks like an actual bench.” Garrett’s voice was rough and his fingers were getting even closer to Wyatt’s hard, leaking cock.
There was no way Garrett could miss the wet spot that was forming on his pants. Wyatt knew he’d be embarrassed later but at that moment, all he wanted to do was beg for more. “Yes. I like making things like that. Pieces that look innocent but…”
“But that are really very naughty. Kind of like you. You seem so innocent and sweet but you’re a naughty sub, aren’t you?”
CHAPTER 9
Garrett
His little sub was so excited he was shaking. Pupils blown wide and a cock so hard he was tenting the front of his pants, it was impossible to miss. Every little touch had him nearly begging for more. It was in the way he leaned into Garrett’s touch and the shivers that raced through making his muscles clench and strain.
A spanking was obviously next on the agenda. But what should he do about how turned on his boy was? And he was his. It didn’t matter if this was technically only their first date. Wyatt was his.
If Wyatt had wanted to keep their playing just in the bedroom, Garrett knew he wouldn’t mind pushing things far enough tonight that Wyatt got to come—but they weren’t going to keep things just in the bedroom. That meant the rules weren’t quite the same. Wyatt needed to be kept on his toes and he seemed to need the constant reminder of his submission to be centered.
Right now, though, letting him orgasm wouldn’t do that.
“I think it’s time for a naughty sub to be punished.” Garrett knew his words came out deep and thick with arousal, but he didn’t mind his boy knowing how turned on he’d gotten his master.
Wyatt gave him another sexy, wide-eyed look and slowly nodded. Garrett might have been worried that the hesitation meant the sub wanted to say no, but his labored breathing and little moan made it obvious how much he wanted it.
“Red, yellow, green for right now, Sweet. Do you understand? We’ll go over safe words and put together a contract soon but for right now, red to stop.” Garrett watched as Wyatt nibbled on his lip but nodded. “Words. What did I say?”
Wyatt shivered again with Garrett’s words, but he managed to talk this time. “Red to stop, yellow to slow down…spanking, because I’m a naughty sub.” The words came out breathy and excited, like he couldn’t believe it was happening.
“Good boy. All right, stand up.”
His little sub climbed off to stand on shaky legs. It was obvious there was nothing else on his mind. Garrett pushed the little table with their dessert out of the way and scooted down the couch. When there was enough room for Wyatt to stretch out over his legs, Garrett reached out and took his hand.
“Wyatt, look at me.” He waited until the sweet sub was focused before he continued. “You may not come. The next time you get to come will be by my hand. However, we’re going to take things slow. That means we’re going to get to know each other more before I strip you down, touch you, and watch your pleasure. Do you understand?”
The calm dirty talk evidently did it for the boy because he gave a low groan and his hips thrust out, unconsciously drawing attention to how hard he was. So sexy. “Yes, Sir. No—no coming. No coming until you give permission.”
Then his eyes cleared a little, and he spoke again. “That means…that means I’m yours? That you’re mine? My Dom…My Master?”
“Yes. You’re mine, sweet boy. We’ll talk about it in more detail later and we’re still going to spend a lot of time getting to know each other better but I’mnotletting you go.” To some people the words might have been too much, too controlling, but to Wyatt, they seemed to make him melt. The pretty little sub’s eyes teared up, and he nodded like he couldn’t agree enough.
