We both chuckle until I envelop the swollen, sticky head of his dick in my mouth, sucking gently and coaxing more precum onto my tongue. Not taking him any deeper, I suckle until he squirms, panting softly.
It’s not until he chants ‘please’ at me, over and over, that I relent and slide down his length, taking him in completely. His dick slides into my throat, and I swallow. With a holler loud enough to wake the neighbours, he comes.
Matt staggers back, his knees hitting the bed, flopping down on his back. “Fuck, you’re good at that.” He still sounds breathless, which has me smiling.
“I’m good at a lot of things. If you hang around, you’ll find out.”
Jesus! That was not what I expected. When Simon called me, asking me to do him a favour, I did not expect to have the best fuck of my life. “All I want is to know where Memphis is. I know Finn knows, but he’s not telling. I don’t care how you do it. You can take a look through his phone messages, his emails, hell, you can fuck his brains out if you want; all I want is an address.”
If I do this, find out where his ex is, I get a nifty five grand. That’s not a chore, especially now I know the man can fuck like a demon. I’m more than happy to spend more time with him. As I stand on his doorstep, ready to say goodbye, Finn’s rocking on his heels with his hands stuffed in the front pocketsof his jeans. The lopsided smile on his face is cute and makes me want to kiss him. So, I do.
It’s a soft, gentle press of my lips on to his. We hum softly; he’s into this as much as I am. “When can I see you again?” I ask as his tongue slicks over where my mouth just was.
“How long does it have to be without making me sound too eager?” he asks, laughing as his cheeks bloom pink.
“Oh, I think we can come up with something soon. Are you free tomorrow?” Now, I blush because that is really soon. I’m not supposed to be into this guy—it’s purely a financial transaction. I need the money, but he’s not exactly hard on the eye.
“I am,” he chuckles. “Where would you like to go?”
We arrange to meet in town at a pub that does good food at half past seven. I step back as a small smile appears shyly. “I had a great time.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I can’t believe how good things are going for me and Matt. We see each other nearly every day; we should be getting bored, or at least ready for some time alone, but it’s not happening. The more I see him, the more I want to. He’s been staying over at the weekends and letting him go on Monday mornings is getting hard. I really think he could be the one for me.
Sex has just grown and grown. His curiosity is endless, asking question after question about me being a Dom, about subbing and the difference between pain and pain for pleasure.
“Will you tie me up?” Matt asks as he kneels in front of me. He’s naked with his hands resting on his thighs. I raise an eyebrow, and he blinks a couple of times. “I’m sorry. Please, Sir, tie me up.”
I stroke my hand through his wavy, blond hair. “Good boy. Stand up.” I lean in and capture his lips, plunging my tongue into his open and willing mouth. I devour him, not able to get enough of his kisses. I hadn’t realised how much I wanted someone in my life, this person in my life. I end the kiss with a sharp nip to his top lip, making him moan and push his body against mine.
“Stand up against the wall. Arms over your head, legs spread,” I tell him, and even though he rushes, he’s still graceful. Made to submit.
With him tied to the wooden St Andrew’s cross in front of the wall, I pick up my kindest flogger and trail the suede fronds over his shoulders and down his spine slowly, and he shudders under the soft leather and lets out a sigh. This isn’t the first time I’ve used this one on him, I know how much he likes it. Left to right, swinging in a figure eight motion, the fronds kiss his skin, turning it a beautiful pink as the nerve endings become alive.
“How are you doing?” I murmur into his ear before trailing kisses down his sweat dampened neck, sucking hard at the base to leave a bruise. I snake my hand around his waist to grip his granite hard cock and pump it once, twice, three times. My hand is slick with the precum dripping down his length.
“I want to come, Sir.” His voice is almost breathless with the control he’s struggling to maintain.
“So soon? We’ve hardly started. I have just the thing.” I step back and open a drawer and take out two cock rings, weighing them in my palms to decide which will drive him wilder. I move around him and skilfully snap the heavier metal ring to the base of his cock and behind his balls.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck?”
“Just so that you can appreciate when I allow you to come even more.” I stroke his dick a couple more times. “You look incredible.”
I pick up the flogger and swap it for another. “You’re going to feel this one more, but it’s not going to be too much for you to handle.”
I only spend a few more minutes on his back, flogging him with enough force to have him back in the zone after I paused it, then increase the effort, watching for the moment he’s close to coming. I drop the flogger and move in front of him, then on my knees, I remove the ring and look up at him. With my mouth a breath away from the purple, tortured head of his cock,I give him the command to come and fasten my lips around his dick and swallow his length down my throat.
He comes loudly. I’m going to have to avoid my neighbours again. I struggle to swallow the tidal wave of cum but manage—just.
I let him lean on me as we stand under the spray of the water, not too hot or too powerful over his sensitive back, but he’s still on an orgasmic high, and he’s hardly aware of me cleaning him up. It’s not until we’re in bed and I’ve finished smoothing an aloe vera gel into his skin that he speaks up.
“You didn’t come.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Why didn’t you fuck me?”
“I didn’t need it. It was all about you feeling the flogger and how it made you feel. I think you could’ve drowned me.” I grin, making him smile too.
“I can ride you now, if you want.”