Mine

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Marshall

I t’s difficult to turn off my guilt, but seeing JT on his knees, looking up at me prettily, those big blue eyes of his brimming with need I want to fulfill, there are a million things I want to show him, to teach him, to see him do for me. And as much of an asshole as that makes me, it helps mute the voice telling me I shouldn’t be doing this with him.

“Crawl for me. I don’t want you to leave your knees today unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir,” he replies, and damned if I don’t see the eagerness in him, if I don’t see how much this is giving him, though we both know it’s not nearly enough for either of us.

I walk into the living room. I’ve placed both lube and a condom on the end table by the couch, not knowing if I’ll need either but wanting to be prepared.

JT follows behind me. I sit on the couch. “Kneel between my legs.”

“Yes, Sir.” He settles down and looks up at me.

“What were you thinking when you were pacing outside?”

He frowns, and I can tell that’s not what he expected me to ask. “Um…well, I was debating if I should come to the door early or not. Was it disobeying you if I came straight to your house? Or would arriving early show you how much I want to be good for you?”

That easily, my cock twitches. Just that simple reply gets a reaction from me, and I’m still trying to work through why that is. I’ve done this too many times to count, yet I almost feel like a newbie with JT.

“How about if we agree on a five-minute leeway if we do this again? You’re allowed to arrive no more than five minutes early, but you can’t be late at all. It pleases me that you’re so excited to give yourself to me, but I don’t accept lateness. Unless it’s an emergency or unavoidable, that tells me you don’t respect my time. If you’re late, you get punished.” Why am I speaking to him as if it’s guaranteed this will happen again? It’s supposed to be a one-time thing.

JT grins, and I chuckle.

“Do you like the idea of being punished?”

“I do, which is…odd. I don’t like anyone having that kind of say over me in any other aspect of my life, but I want it here. I want punishment if I misbehave or do the wrong thing, but I also want spankings for fun.”

My fingers twitch to do exactly that. To strip him out of his clothes, pull him over my knees, and give him a red ass right now. “Have you been spanked bare-handed before?”

“Yes. Once by a Dom, and once by Reggie, my friend and roommate. We’ve fucked around sometimes. He tried it for me, but it wasn’t his thing. He felt weird doing it.”

“Is he a Dom?” I ask, curious because I didn’t get that impression from things he’s said about Reggie before.

“No, that’s why he felt weird, so I didn’t ask him again.”

“Do you still fuck?” I’m not jealous. That’s not really me, but I’m curious.

“Sometimes, unless you don’t want me to. Well, we don’t typically fuck. Mostly we jerk each other off, since we both lean toward being bottoms. Neither of us likes to top all that much.”

I nod, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair. “If we continue this, I don’t want you with anyone other than me and maybe him. But you have to ask me first because your orgasms will belong to me. I decide when you have them and when you don’t. So if I’m not available and you want to come, maybe I’ll let you have him and maybe I won’t. Is that a limit for you?”

When my hand slides down his face to his cheek, JT nuzzles into it. “No. God no. It’s hot as hell.”

Warmth spreads through my chest. “Good boy. I’d also like both of us to get tested just in case.” When he nods, I continue. “What are your limits?”

“I don’t know, really. No blood. I want discipline, like I said… I like the idea of you telling me things to do even when we aren’t together—as long as it’s not about things like my job or school or—”

“That’s off-limits. You never have to worry about that from me. Those parts of your life are your own.”

I see his muscles relax, the tension releasing.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You make good choices, JT. You’re living your life the way you want. I love John, but I don’t agree with him in that.”

He nods, the relief clear in his eyes. “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that, but can we not talk about him when we’re like this? Not in the middle of a scene.”

I nod. Talking about my best friend is the last thing I want right now.

“Praise?” I ask. We went over some of this online, but I want to set boundaries before we begin.

“Yes, please.” He grins.

“Humiliation?” Again, that worked when we didn’t know who the other was, but I won’t risk that something has changed. We’re in new territory together, and I can’t ignore the fear of getting this wrong. It’s something a Dom never wants to do, and that worry is even stronger when the sub is JT.

“Yes, please,” he says again, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Slapping?”

“Who doesn’t like slapping?”

That pulls another laugh from me. “Many people, pet. Spit?” JT opens his mouth as if anticipating it, and I swear I nearly come in my pants right then. I hook my finger beneath his chin and close his mouth. “That’s not an answer.”

“I’ve never done it before, but the idea of it with you is really fucking hot.”

“I like fluids. Piss and cum?”

“I’ve played with cum before. I’ve never gone raw with anyone, but I like it when men come on my face or my body. I would love to lick yours up. Piss…inside or on?”

“Either, but mostly on.”

“I think on me would be hot. Can I get back to you on inside?”

I pet the top of his head again. “Of course. And consent can always be taken away. Also, your safe word is there for a reason. If you use it, we stop a scene and are done for the day. We’ll talk about it, and I’ll take care of you, give you what you need, but then we’ll start again the next time.”

He nods, his eyes looking slightly glazed over.

“Bondage? Leashes? Plugs? Toys?”

“I’m about to come in my pants if that tells you anything. The only things I can tell you for sure I’m not into are scat, blood, and I’m iffy on breath play. No knives either. Otherwise, I’m pretty open to trying new things. I’ll be the first to tell you if I don’t like it.”

I hold back the smile that pulls at my lips. I don’t doubt he would tell me, and I love that about him.

This is your last chance to stop this. This is JT… Are you sure it’s what you want? The questions fill my head again. I do want this. Want him. Want to be the one to give him all the things he needs.

I can keep him safe while fulfilling his desires.

But really, I’m that selfish. I’m doing this for me because for whatever reason, I want the boy on his knees, looking up at me like I’m his whole damn world.

It’s dangerous, but there’s no going back now.

“Take off your shirt.” The words come out soft but demanding.

“Yes. Thank you, Sir.” JT tugs the blue fabric over his head, folds it, and sets it on the floor.

“That was a very nice surprise. I like a tidy sub.”

“I’m not tidy at home, but somehow I knew I would need to be for you.”

My cock throbs, heart beating against my chest like a fist. “Because that’s your job, to please me. To do what I want. It’s what you were made for, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” JT says on practically a whimper.

“Stand up.” He does. “Take off your pants. Leave the jockstrap on.”

His fingers shake as he obeys, but I know it’s with hunger and want, not because he isn’t as into this as me. His dick is hard beneath the sky-colored pouch of his underwear, a small wet spot forming where his cock is leaking.

I scoot over until I’m in the middle of the couch. “Lie on my lap so I can turn that pretty ass of yours pink.”

“Yes. Please, Sir. Thank you.”

JT lies over my thighs, his pale ass cheeks so sexy and plump with the black bands of the jock beneath them. I remember what his tight, pink hole looked like, seeing it open and taking a dildo for me. I want that again, crave so many things with the man giving himself to me. In my home, he’s mine. My submissive. My boy. The man who will take what I give him and beg for more.

“Please touch me.” JT pushes his ass up, the hard length of his cock rubbing against my legs.

“I will, pet. Be patient. You’re so pretty here.” I dance the tips of my fingers over the curve of his right ass cheek, watching goose bumps chase my touch. I see the soft fuzz of hair in his crease, and I still can’t decide if I want to keep it or if I want to shave him.

“What if I told you to go into the bathroom with me right now so I can shave this?” I run a finger down his crack.

“I would do it because it’s what you want…and I would like it for the same reason.”

Christ, that was the perfect response. It makes my blood sing, makes me feel a possessiveness over him that is completely unfamiliar to me. “Good boy.” I pull my hand back and slap it down on his right cheek—not too hard, but enough to sting and pull a sharp inhale from him.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Sir. So much. Will you do it again?”

I smile, feeling warm and sated in a way that only this dynamic can give me. I smack his ass again, this time not giving him a reprieve before I do it a third time, then a fourth, each one slightly harder than the one before.

JT writhes beneath me, pressing his hard cock to me, fucking my thighs as I spank his ass in a way we both need.

“Don’t you dare come. You won’t like the repercussions if you do. Remember: your orgasms are mine, and you can only give in to them when I say you can.”

“Yes, Sir. But please, I want more.”

“You beg so beautifully, pet.” I spank again, alternating back and forth between his left cheek and his right, smacking him in the center too. He clutches a couch pillow, moaning and begging. My cock throbs beneath him, trapped inside the confines of my jeans.

“Thank you, Sir. I just want to please you.”

He already does, more than he knows. I rub my hand over the curve of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to look at the pink hole between them. I have to restrain myself from pushing the tip of my finger inside him. I pull back and smack him again.

“Fuck yes.”

Pink blooms in his cheeks. I alternate between fast hits and brushing my hand over the curves of his ass in between. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just dying. I want to come.”

“Don’t. Your Sir hasn’t given you permission yet. I’m going to hit you a little harder now—just a few more.”

“Do you want me to count?”

“No. We’ll save that for punishment. This is all for fun.”

“You know what would be really fun? If I could come,” he says before I smack him again, hard enough to make my hand sting.

“Fuck. Ouch. That was a good one.”

“Too hard?”

“Definitely not. I love it, Sir.” Smack, smack, smack, smack. I let the hits rain down on him, the pink darkening to red. JT ruts against my legs, breaths coming out sharper, and when he says “Oh God,” I hear his voice crack. When he turns to look at me, tears streak his cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re crying for me. Do you like giving me your tears?”

Before he can reply, I spank him three more times. This time, the cry breaks from his throat, twined with “Yes, Sir. I love giving you my tears.”

I tighten my hands to keep myself from continuing. “Come here.” I pull him toward me. JT comes easily, straddling me. “Look at you.” I wipe my thumb beneath one of his eyes, collecting the moisture there, before sucking it into my mouth. “Such a pretty boy. You did so well for me. I almost want to let you come, but it’s not time yet.”

JT whimpers as he nuzzles into my hand. “Please.”

The pouch of his jock is wetter now, the circle growing as he leaks precum. “I get to come first. You have to wait, and if you don’t give me what I need, then you’ll go home with full balls.” I cup his bulge, massaging him.

“Fuck…so good.” JT’s eyes roll back, and he thrusts his groin into my grip.

“None of that.” I smack his leg, and I feel the tremor that runs the length of him. I wipe his tears again, then push my digit into his mouth. “Remember when you sucked your fingers for me? When you sat on the floor and rubbed your cheek against the mattress, wishing it was me?”

“Yes, Sir,” he says around my finger in his mouth.

“Now you get to have the real thing. Get on your knees.”

His eyes spark in a way that shoots right to my already hard cock, making it lengthen and pulse even more.

JT scrambles to his knees between my legs, looking up at me like the good boy he is, face still stained from his tears.

“Does your ass sting?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you like it?”

“More than you know.”

“Good boy.” I trace his lips with my finger, wondering what he tastes like—both here and the tight hole I can’t wait to sink inside. “Unbutton and unzip me,” I order, then wait, more eager than I have any right to be.