Chapter 18
Graham does his best to clean up the mess between his thighs and wash his hands. The come Colton smeared on his chest is dry and uncomfortable. He’s pretty sure that anyone who saw him now would think he’d been fucked six ways to Sunday.
Which is accurate. And he’s never come so hard in his entire life. He’s also never been that hard. And he feels good again. Being with Colton is practically magical. Whatever Colton wants, he will do. That’s his conclusion.
Colton is dressed when he comes out. He’s holding a pair of pants and Graham reaches for them. “No. I’ll help you. One leg at a time. Come on, honey.”
“I can dress myself.”
“Don’t argue, sweetheart. I want to keep you at least a little bit down for as long as possible. You need it and so do I.”
Graham tries to think about that a little, why Colton wants to keep him in a soft, receptive headspace, but he can’t come up with a reason.
“Why?” he asks, because he always needs a reason.
Colton shakes the pants in his hands and Graham goes closer, lets Colton help him into them. It makes him blush, makes his cock twitch in interest. He kisses Colton’s neck because he can and because he wants Colton to know that he’s his if he wants him.
He’s glad they’re not arguing anymore, can barely remember why he was so upset. He pulls back, swallows hard. “The submissive, we were talking about him.”
Colton frowns, presses closer and closer until Graham backs up, yielding easily until his back hits the wall.
He adjusts his stance, legs open enough for Colton to stand between them.
It makes him a little shorter than Colton and it would be so easy for Colton to reach between his legs and touch him.
Hurt him, make him feel good. They’re the same thing.
“We’re not going back to that now. Time to go home, sweetheart.
Open your mouth,” he says, and he pulls a piece of gum out of his pocket.
It’s small and rectangular. “This is to sit on your tongue until we get home. You don’t chew it, don’t move it around your mouth, and certainly don’t fucking talk. ”
He opens his mouth and Colton puts the gum on his tongue. He closes his mouth. It’s weird. His dick considers getting hard. Which is even weirder.
Colton takes a step away from him and Graham grabs his arm in protest. “Put this on, sweetheart,” Colton says as he picks up a zip-up hoodie and holds it so Graham can put his arms through. Has that been there the whole time? His hands come forward to zip it himself and Colton gives him a look.
He drops his hands and waits.
Colton zips it up, reaches a hand between Graham’s legs, fingers running lightly along his perineum to the plug. He presses firmly against it through the material and Graham makes a sound.
“How are you? Your fucked-open hole?” Colton is watching his face, searching for his own answer. “Are you healing already?”
Graham nods.
“Will you be all better by the time we get to my place?”
Graham shrugs, uncertain. Probably.
“Interesting.” Colton turns away and then back. “Hands.” And he shows Graham the cuffs.
He lets Colton snap them on. The first click of the handcuff has him flinching, straining closer to Colton. “Good boy. Other hand, sweetheart.”
Graham is trembling as he holds out the other hand. Another click as the metal locks. Colton gives the cuffs a gentle tug and Graham’s hearing goes a little funny, almost a ringing in his ears. He clenches on the plug inside him, would thank Colton if he could talk.
His Dominant has taken away his ability to speak, to move freely, has filled him with come and a plug and smeared it all over him. He’s owned. His will, his ability to act, even his identity as a person who makes his own decisions are all being wiped away.
He loves it. He strains hard against the cuffs, not wanting out but feeling like he has to try.
“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere, poor thing.”
He drags in a breath through his nose, pulls against the cuffs again. Colton pulls out a leash, an honest-to-god fucking leash, and clips it between the cuffs. He’s holding the lead in his hand.
Graham shakes his head and Colton grabs him by the jaw. “Is there some reason that you are physically unable to do this?”
Graham looks down. His jaw works to say something and he almost chews the gum.
Colton is watching him. “This is what I want from you. Silence. Obedience,” he says, and he tugs gently on the leash.
Graham drops to the ground. His legs have been shaking and the urge was hard to resist. He rests his head against Colton’s thigh.
“We’re ready now,” he says loudly and the door opens.
Colton’s hand drops to his hair and grabs it gently, reassuringly, telling him to stay.
He doesn’t need to look up. This doesn’t concern him.
He’s removed from the occasion. He presses his forehead deeper into the muscle, not liking that someone is now looking at him on the ground.
“Well, this looks better. A well-fucked boy and a happy Dom,” Mack says.
“Yes, this is better,” Colton says dryly.
“Good. You two need time to get comfortable with each other. Take the time off and if you need longer, let me know and I’ll tell the director.”
“I barely got him home last time before he had to leave.”
Mack scoffs. “That won’t happen again. I’ll deal with Fein.
He wants Graham to be healthy and to go on missions.
He wants to get the two of you into the field ASAP.
The stronger your bond, the quicker that happens.
Also, your transfer is done. You are now released from military duty and part of Whitestone.
Congratulations. Take Graham home and get him settled. ”
Graham follows Colton off the jet and to the parking lot.
He gets into Colton’s car, and Colton reaches past him to fasten his seat belt.
Raising his hands, Graham touches Colton’s chest like he’s making sure he’s real.
Colton gets the belt secured and pulls away, kissing Graham quickly on the lips before shutting the door.
Graham is asleep before they leave the parking lot.
He wakes up in the dark of a parking garage. Where the hell are they?
“We’re here. Wait for me to help you,” Colton says as he turns off the car.
He undoes Graham’s seat belt and gets out, goes to the door and helps Graham out even though he doesn’t need it.
It’s hard to focus on anything and he blinks again and again.
The heat of Colton next to him makes him moan and he wishes he could put his arms around him and drag him closer.
Graham’s cock is hard, his balls feel full and achy, and deep in his ass there are spasms, weird and uncomfortable.
If only Colton would fuck him, he’d feel better.
Colton takes out the key to the cuffs and unlocks them. Graham flexes his wrists.
“Gum,” he says and holds out a hand.
Graham hesitates. Is he just supposed to spit it into his hand? Graham drops his head, presses his lips to Colton’s palm, and kisses it. Then he slips the gum out of his mouth and into Colton’s hand. It’s in the same shape it’s supposed to be.
“Good boy,” Colton murmurs, and a hand on Graham’s chest shoves him back against the car.
Colton keeps his hand there, fingers pressing bracingly into Graham’s sternum while his other hand goes down to Graham’s cock and gives him a rough squeeze.
Then Colton’s hand goes back to the plug in his ass, pressing against it harder and harder until Graham shifts onto his tiptoes to try to get away.
A low groan escapes him and he lets his heels drop back to the ground, accepts that it hurts, that Colton wants this. He feels like there’s hot gold running through his veins and his muscles.
“There you go. Beautiful boy. You feeling good now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Colton gives them a moment, watching Graham in the near dark of the garage. Finally, he nods. “Let’s go, baby.” He holds out a hand and Graham grips it with both of his, like he’s still cuffed, following along close to Colton.
They go upstairs and into a townhouse. It has a good feel to it and Graham finds himself looking at surfaces and places he could be fucked on, like over that blue couch for example, or maybe he’d be on his knees on that nice Turkish rug.
Later he’ll wonder if it was decorated for comfort or looks, but for now it just feels like Colton, and so he wants to stay and be of use.
Colton takes him to the kitchen and gets him a glass of orange juice and then makes him eat some almonds.
He comes back to himself in stages. Realizes the room around him is becoming sharper, his arousal more manageable as he surfaces from being down so far.
He’s still calm and relaxed and receptive, still feels a whole-hearted need to get fucked and used by his Dominant, but he’s himself again and he’ll have more of a choice to make if he wants to obey now instead of just doing it.
“Whose house is this?” Graham asks.
“Mine.”
“But don’t you have to be on base?”
“I do. But there’s enough money for me to have my house, so I do,” he says and shrugs like it isn’t a big deal.
“So you’re rich.”
“Come on,” Colton says and finishes giving him the tour. Kitchen and living room on the ground floor, bedrooms on the second floor, and the third floor is empty. Which seems bizarre.
“Huh.”
“What?”
“Thought you’d have a playroom.”
“I don’t bring subs here. Family and friends only. Not people I’m domming. Not until you,” he says, putting a hand on Graham’s shoulder and squeezing tight. “But I wouldn’t be averse to turning it into a playroom for us. We can discuss it on Tuesday.”
“What happens on Tuesday?” His shoulder tingles from Colton’s touch, the plug suddenly uncomfortable and he’s clenching around it. It’s deeply unsatisfying and too hard.
“That’s how long I want to keep you down for. That would be good for us, Graham. Make both of us feel more secure.”
That drags his attention sharply back to the present.
Right.
For three full days he’s Colton’s. And then what will he be? Will Colton let him go?
“Where are you?” Colton asks him, hands on Graham’s face and voice soft.
Nowhere, he’s not moving at all. “What do you mean?”
Colton kisses him, drops his hands down to Graham’s ass and hauls him against his erection so Graham can feel it, heavy and needy.
It twitches against him like it wants to be inside him, and Colton’s fingers pry his cheeks open through the material of his pants, making him feel exposed and pulled wide.
Something in him settles and then Colton steps back. “There. Better. You keep going away from me. Keeping you down is going to be a challenge.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
“Don’t apologize. I like a challenge.” His smile isn’t cruel but it isn’t kind either. “We’ll get you where I want you,” he says, and Colton slaps him gently on the cheek. It startles Graham and has him gripping the doorframe so he doesn’t sink to his knees.
Colton’s gaze sharpens. “There you are. You like being slapped, sweetheart?”
“Apparently,” he says, because the truth is no one’s ever done it to him before. “Jesus, do that any harder and I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Colton takes that as a challenge. “Look into my eyes and that’s all. Don’t look anywhere else, understand?” he says, voice low with dominance.
“Yes, Sir,” he says, all in a rush as he exhales.
The blue of Colton’s eyes is everything. And then his face stings, the slap coming out of nowhere. Graham puts a hand on his own cock and squeezes. He whimpers with lust.
Colton drags Graham’s hand away, presses it to the doorframe instead. Graham’s breath shudders out of him and he blinks hard, trying to maintain eye contact when he feels like he should be looking down and offering himself to Colton. “Fuck. Breed me. Ruin me. I need you.”
“Not yet, princess.” Another slap and Graham moans loudly, cock jerking in his pants. He’d thought it would be the other side, hadn’t expected it to be the same one again.
“Fuck,” he manages to say.
Colton smiles. “Focus. My eyes.”
Graham draws another breath in, trying to settle and prepare.
Colton slaps him again, traps the exhale in his chest, and his face stings.
It was harder, the same side of his face while the other side is unmarred.
It’s disconcerting. He shifts his jaw, the echo of sensation where half his face is untouched.
“Colton. Colton, please.”
“Are you looking into my eyes? Up. Up, Graham,” he orders, because Graham had been looking down, eyeing the bar of Colton’s cock in his pants instead. He makes eye contact and waits, expectant. Will Colton finally slap the other side?
“The left side of my face. I need it.”
“Are you telling me what to do?”
“No, I—”
“You think I forgot? Think I can’t see that one side is warm and pink and the other isn’t?”
“No, I—” And Colton slaps him again on the right side and his cock spasms in his pants. Graham grabs himself, trying to jerk off through the material and slide to his knees at the same time. His mouth is watering and he needs to suck his Sir’s cock.
Colton’s hand goes to his throat, halts his downward progress. His jaw is hard, his eyes cold.
Graham’s hand drops away from his cock and he forces himself back up to standing. He makes his knees lock so he doesn’t sink down again.
“I want to feel like you own me,” he confesses. And then Colton is against him, kissing his hot cheek gently, stroking fingers over the warm flesh, and Graham has to put his arms around Colton to stay upright. “Need to be on my knees for you.”
“No, you don’t. You need to do what I tell you.”
“Please, please let me,” he whimpers, shaking.
“No. Stay on your feet. We’ll need a St. Andrew’s Cross for sure, won’t we? So I can cuff you and keep you upright.”
“You’d get one for me?” he asks, desperately wanting it to be true.
Colton chuckles. “Graham, sweetheart, the amount of purchasing and rearranging I’m willing to do to have you as mine should disturb you. It’s actually creepy.”
He smiles like a fool and presses close, twines their hands together. “Not if I feel the same way. You’re so hard, Sir. I can feel it. Please fuck me. Or let me suck you. Please.”
Graham kisses him, reaches for Colton’s cock, touching him through the clothing of his pants. “I need your cock.”
“Do you now?” Colton asks, voice low with arousal.
“Yeah, I do. Please.”
“Shower first. Come on, baby.” He leads Graham to the master bedroom and the four-poster bed, which Graham approves of. “Looks sturdy.”
“We’ll see.”
Graham has to suppress a giggle for the first time in his life.