Finn’s eyes don’t stray from between my legs, as one finger becomes two, then three. “That’s enough,” I tell him. “I’m ready.”
Finn grabs a pillow and shoves it under my arse, then nearly bends me double as he lines up his cock and pushes in, easing my legs back to rest in the crook of his arms.
Then he fucks me. It’s hard, raw, and leaves me breathless as he pounds into me.
“Come for me, baby,” Finn growls as he jacks me off, then his back stiffens, and he lets go, firing his hot jizz inside me as mine coats his hand and my stomach.
My legs fall to the mattress as he collapses over me, his head in my neck as he breathes raggedly. Then he reaches up to untie my wrists, massaging them as he does. Released, I wrap my arms around his back and kiss his forehead, taking a moment to enjoy being back with him. Because I know I’ve fallen in love with him. I think we’re on the same page, but saying those words after an epic orgasm isn’t the best timing. WhenFinn moves, I release him and let him shift positions, his dick slipping free, taking a gush of cum with it.
Finn props himself up and rests his head on his palm. “You said you wanted to talk; is something wrong?”
I’m not sure my brain is functioning yet. I think back to earlier, and it comes back to me. “Yeah, and no, there’s nothing wrong. Hell, after that orgasm, I’m floating. But I’m done with hiding us. I want to be a proper couple. I want my family to know that I’ve got someone, that I’ve got you. What do you think? Are you ready for Memphis to be all over this?”
I wait, watching him as he thinks, then slowly, a smile spreads over his face, and his eyes sparkle with, I hope, joy. “Yeah, I’d like that, but I think we can make it more dramatic than turning up together at you dads’ house.”
“What’s going on in your head?”
“Are you ready?” I call out to Drake. This is the night we get seen together. It’s also our first night at the club together. We’ve booked a private room and have decided to keep it simple too. I don’t want Drake to be exhausted and emotional after a tense scene.
When he walks out in leather trousers and a waistcoat that he left open, exposing his ripped body with an impressive six-pack, but covering the marks on his back, I can only stare. I’ve got similar trousers but have a harness on. The last piece is the leather collar I have in my hand. As Drake reaches me, he lifts his head, elongating his neck. It’s only seconds later that the collar is secure.
“Thank you, Sir,” he says as he ghosts his fingers over the thick but supple leather and the D ring that will have the leash attached to it when we get to the club.
It’s busy when we reach the bar room but there’s no sign of the brothers yet. Eyes turn as we walk through. Drake, with the leash now clipped to the collar, is getting a lot of attention. How many of them know what happened to him and can see the proud, perfect man he is since then.
We don’t stop, going straight to the room. Inside is the beautiful oak St Andrew’s cross, I lead Drake straight to it. “Is this what you want, boy?” I ask, my mouth close enough to his ear to let me take his lobe between my teeth and bite. A sharp stinging bite that makes him tremble.
“Yes, Sir.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but I can hear the want in those two words.
“Strip.” I unclip the leash, stepping back to give him some space.
When he’s bare, I get him in position and strap his ankles and wrist to the cuffs on the apparatus. “So beautiful, you’re exquisite, my perfect boy.” My hands roam over the stretched-out skin, down his back to his incredible arse. Firm and high, two round cheeks with the valley down to his hole. My middle finger taps at the hole I know I’m going to be inside before we leave this room.
“What are your safe words?” I ask as I tease his star.
“Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red to stop.”
I kiss his nape, then step back and collect two floggers. One is soft suede, perfect for awakening the nerve endings, the second with thin three-millimetre leather fronds. This will sting but in such a perfect way I know Drake will fly. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first swing of the flogger over his buttocks has him arching his back, but he settles quickly, and I carry on, swinging from right to left, up and down his back and arse, even the top of his thighs. All random swipes so he doesn’t get into a pattern in his head. It doesn’t take long for his skin to glow a pretty pink and sweat covers his whole body.
I reach around him to grasp his cock, the solid length sticking proudly away from his body. I stroke him firmly. “What colour, boy”
“Green, Sir, very green,” he pants. His smile makes my heart beat faster; I love this amazing man.
“Good boy, time to move up a level.” I kiss him as I stroke his dick, owning his mouth and his cock. Abruptly, I let go of his dick and move away.
The next flogger has him crying out, writhing on the frame, his feet and hands flexing, struggling with the restraints. I don’t spend too much time with this one, just enough to have him sobbing, begging for release. His cock is dripping precum over the floor; he’s so close. “Do you want to come, boy? Can you come for me like this?” I drop the flogger and go back to stroking his dick. “You’re so close; your balls are so tight.” Do you want to come like this or with my cock buried deep inside you?”
Drake can hardly form a coherent sentence. “N…N…Now, Sir.”
I grip him tighter and pump his cock, long, steady strokes that has him begging again. “COME!” I command, and he does, a glorious arc of cum flying from his dick as he sobs and bucks in his cuffs.
Quickly, I undo his restraints and let him sag in my arms. We make it to the bed, and I lie him on his front. Then, starting with his wrist and forearms, I massage the muscles before moving up to his shoulders and down his back to his legs and ankles. The tension in his body relaxes as I tend to him. I wipe the sweat from his torso and get the soothing aloe vera gel I brought and smooth it over every spot the flogger touched.
“Thank you, Sir,” Drake hums in contentment. “That was wonderful.” He keeps his eyes closed as I rub lube down his cleft to his hole. As I slip in up to the first knuckle, his eyes fly open, and he scrabbles to get on his hands and knees. “Fuck me,” he says, all sleepiness gone, vanished at one touch.