Chapter 14
Reece
Everything had changed. Lying in his arms, the worry was gone and nothing else mattered. There would be conversations about what we wanted and discussions on limits, but those could wait. At that moment, all I wanted to do was cuddle as close as I could to him with his strong body wrapped around mine.
I’d never been so grateful I was short. Too much taller, and it would have been awkward on his lap, but instead, it was wonderful. The heat from him, the rough feel of his clothes as they rubbed against my skin, the way his touch gave me a constant reminder that I was naked and he wasn’t.
It’d been so long since I’d been able to let everything go, and it had been better than I’d dreamed. I hadn’t been waiting for him long enough to get stiff—well, not my legs anyway—but between the worry being lifted and then the pleasure, I felt lighter than I had in months—but still worn out and well used.
If that was how I felt when he’d only jerked me off, I couldn’t wait to see what happened when he got creative. His hand finally released my cock, but his touch only left me long enough to grab a tissue from the end table, and then he was back to me, carefully cleaning his hand and some of the cum that was streaked across my chest.
When I was as neat as he could get me, his fingers moved back to caress my overly sensitive length, then trailed over my hip and up my chest, tracing random patterns and circles on my skin. I couldn’t help but jump and make little noises every time his touch went back to my dick, but he just made low chuckling sounds.
“Tell me your safeword, Pet.” The wicked smile in his voice made my toes curl. He liked seeing me jump, and playing with my still-sensitive cock clearly turned him on. The evidence of that was pressed against my leg, hard and long.
I refused to feel embarrassed about my safeword; it was a good one. “Sith.”
Houston laughed but didn’t stop touching me. “So, you’re not just a computer expert but a geek as well?”
I squirmed as his gentle fingers stroked my cock and tried to smile. “Of course.”
“Good to know. Remember your safeword, Pet.” His touch changed slightly, a little more pressure, rougher. And even though it wasn’t much of a difference, it made me gasp, and I fought the urge to squirm. It didn’t exactly hurt; it was like sparks shooting up through me. Part of me wanted to pull away, but an even bigger part wanted to lay there and whine, letting my Dom do whatever he wanted.
It’d been so goddamned long.Too long, the submissive inside me chimed, basking in the almost-pain that Houston wanted us to endure for him. So. Fuckin’. Hot.
“If this is sensitive, think about how it’s going to feel when I make you come twice in a row and then wrap your dick in a nice cock ring, keeping you soft for me. You’re going to make the prettiest noises as I play with you, Pet. I can’t wait.” His rough voice rolled through me and made every nerve more responsive.
He continued caressing my cock, smiling with every little sound that escaped me. “I’m going to make you have your first orgasm by teasing those sensitive nipples of yours, and then your cock, just enough to push you over the edge. Next, I’m going to stretch you out and spread your legs, making you come again with my fingers deep inside you and maybe even my tongue, if you’ve been a very good boy, Pet. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Even if your body,” he pulled at my half-hard dick, making my toes curl and a whine escape, “is tender, you’re going to want my mouth on you, won’t you, Pet?”
The images he was putting in my head were naughty and beautiful. He’d make me come over and over, and then he’d revel in playing with my body while I was overly sensitive, probably unable to decide if I wanted him to stop or if I wanted more.
But it wasn’t going to be up to me.
One finger dipped down from my cock and teased over my balls, hinting at what he was going to do one day, where he was going to kiss me. “You’ll be begging and squirming, knowing it’s not up to you but wanting it, anyway. And once you come, that tight hole clenched around my fingers and wet from my mouth, I’m going to wrap the ring around you, and then the real fun begins.”
He lightly brushed over the sensitive muscles, and I moaned, my legs falling even more open. Houston gave a low chuckle and let his finger circle over my opening, but he didn’t try to enter me. With no lube, I should have been grateful, but I was mostly needy and disappointed.
“Not yet, Pet. We need to talk about limits and work some things out before I fuck your sexy body. And that’s what you want, isn’t it? To feel me slide into you and take you—to make you mine?” He wasn’t going to be some weekend Dom who just played around in the bedroom. No, the possession in his voice said he was going to take as much as I was willing to give him.
“Yes.” The word burst out before the last remaining cautious parts of my brain could step in.
Fuck, who was I trying to kid, I didn’t want careful or just playing once in a while. I wanted everything. I wanted to be bent over the couch, spanked and punished for coming home late and not calling. I wanted to be at his mercy when I worked too long and didn’t set boundaries at work. I wanted rules and pleasure and pain. “I want to be yours, Sir.”
His hand tightened on my still-sensitive shaft, and I arched up into his grip, gasping at the sensation. His response was another low chuckle, but his voice was thick with something deeper than just enjoyment. “I’m going to make you mine then, Pet.”
I knew my sexy, nearly OCD roommate was still there, but he was also finally letting me see the other part of him. The part he’d kept hidden, and from what Jake had said, seemed to have pushed away. Had he been afraid that this part of himself would scare me off?
Maybe if I’d been new to the scene. Maybe if I hadn’t already known who I was and what I needed. When I’d first stumbled onto everything, he would have been overwhelming as hell. Just the look in his eyes alone would have sent me running. But as I sat curled up in his lap, letting the beautiful almost-pain wash over me, there wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
“Please, Master.” I had no idea what I was begging for. Stopping his touch wasn’t my goal, but begging for more seemed stupid. The way my nerves were firing was short-circuiting my brain, and I couldn’t manage anything else.
I felt Houston’s cock jerk under me, and I knew how much he loved my pleas. I had vivid images flashing through my head of being tied down while he pushed me right to the edge. He was going to drive me crazy. Just with the best, naughtiest possible definition.
“We’re going to have our talk first, Pet.” His hand gradually relaxed. I could finally think as he released my dick, but relaxing against him, I missed his touch immediately. “Go over and put your hands on the coffee table, but keep your legs straight and that ass out. I’m going to grab a few things before we have our talk.”
He gave my ass a pat as I tried to make my legs work enough to get off his lap. The room was suddenly cooler without his touch, but knowing I was going to be on display for him was quickly warming me up again.
The smooth wood was cool against my hands, and I stretched out my legs, arching my back. I wanted him to know I would do my best to follow his instructions. “Very good, Pet. But move your legs apart a bit more, that’s right. Beautiful.”
