20. Doc
I wish I could explain the rush at being ordered around. Yes, it’s something as simple as keeping my eyes on him, but having the decision taken from my hands on whether I should watch him or not is freeing. Some of my previous partners didn’t care either way, and others were firm in their order to not look at them unless commanded to, or…there was that one guy who wouldn’t let me raise my eyes above his collarbone. We met online and I had only ever seen his side profile, even after the kinky shenanigans were over with—I can’t help but wonder if he was that ugly and afraid no one would be with him if they saw his full face.
“Pay attention,” Soren orders. “If you can’t keep your mind from wandering, I can give you something to do so you can focus better.”
My breath catches in my chest. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He half smiles. “Let it happen again and you will be. Since we’re just getting to know one another, I’ll let you have one chance to show me how good of a boy you are. But I won’t tolerate disrespect. When you’re with me, you’re with me. Nothing else matters except the two of us, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir, I do. Thank you. I’ll do better.”
There’s that half smile again. “Sir works for now, but we’ll need to have another conversation soon.”
My heart thuds in my chest and my palms begin to sweat. He doesn’t like to be called ‘Sir’? I’m okay with most honorifics, but if he wants something like ‘Master’, he’s going to have to earn it.
“What’s your safeword? Mine is grapefruit. I also use stoplight colors.”
“Orange, the color, not the fruit.” I make a face. “It’s a terrible color, so perfect for a safeword. I also use stoplight colors,” I reply.
“Good to know.” Soren shifts forward on the sofa, sitting on the edge and studying me with those bright blue eyes. “What about your results?”
“I’m negative across the board. James and I don’t use condoms, but neither of us is sleeping with anyone else, and we both get tested twice a year. Last time was barely a month ago.”
“Perfect. I’m also negative. It’s been…far too long since I’ve been with someone else, but I got tested two months ago and everything is on the up and up. I’ve never not used a condom, though.”
“We can do whatever you want,” I assure him. “We can get tested again, James and I can use condoms.” Even though I hate the thought—we’ve never used condoms, but I will for Soren. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
“We’ll discuss that later. What do you want right now?”
A question has never been so simultaneously easy and hard before. “I…I want to touch you, Sir. I want to feel you in all the ways you’ll allow. I want to make you feel good.”
“Oh, Doc,” he purrs. “You already are.” Reaching out, he brushes his hand across my cheek. “Come on then,” he says, sitting back and opening his arms wide.
Without hesitation, I scramble off the floor and climb onto his lap. My knees ache—I’m getting too old to kneel for long, but fuck if that’ll stop me.
Soren’s arms wrap around me tightly, one hand going back to my hair as the other holds me around the waist. He drags my mouth to his and I moan into the kiss.
I let myself freely explore, trusting he’ll stop me if I do something he doesn’t want. Running my fingers through his silky hair, I listen to him groan as I tug on the strands a little.
Rocking my hips forward, I slide my ass over his hardening cock, even as I press my own against his stomach.
Pulling away from his mouth, I kiss down his jaw and let out a groan as he tilts his head back, exposing his neck to me. I get a tug by the hair when I gently nip at his skin, and inwardly, I smile. Not today, but soon, I’m going to stop being a good boy, and see what he does. For now, I don’t mind playing by the rules.
Soothing the barely-there bite with my tongue, I pull back a little so I can watch as I slide my hands down his chest, fingering his nipples through his clothes. Soren’s eyes are bright with heat and I shudder under the weight of his gaze.
“Can I undress you?”
He smirks. “What if someone walks in?”
“Not an exhibitionist, Sir?”
The smack against my ass has me letting out both a gasp and breathless chuckle. “Don’t be a brat.” He tries to sound stern, but his smile gives him away.
“Never, Sir.”
I’ve never seen a Dom roll their eyes before, but I have a feeling Soren is close by the way he shakes his head with a little smirk on his lips.
“You were saying?”
“Let me touch you, please. Skin to skin.”
Soren sighs like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he lets me go long enough to sweep both his scrub top and undershirt up and off.
Fuck, is he gorgeous. He’s not big or ripped, but his smooth chest and abdomen are sleek, and I waste no time in getting my hands on him. Soren shudders and moans as I finger his nipples, turning them to hard points.
Carefully, I slide around on his lap until my ass is directly on his cock and I begin rocking my hips. Both of his hands grip my hips, but I don’t let it deter me.
I can feel his hot and hungry gaze on me, but I keep focused on my task, dragging my fingers up and down his chest, around his sides, and down to the waistband of his pants.
“Careful,” he says in a low voice. “You’re allowed to touch, but don’t take privileges you’ve yet to earn.”
I shiver and moan, unable to hide my reaction, even if I wanted to.
“You like that?” he asks. “Like the thought of me putting you in your place?”
I meet his eyes as I answer. “Yes, please. I want you to show me, Sir.”
Soren leans in and whispers against my lips. “Be careful what you wish for, brat.”
“I can handle it.”
Faster than I can comprehend, Soren grips me by the hips and flips me onto the sofa. My back hits the cushions and I let out a breathless gasp. He stands and gives no mercy, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me up with him.
Twink he may be, but that doesn’t mean he’s lacking in strength. My cock aches at the thought. I like the dichotomy of being fucked and owned by someone who looks like they should be tossed around the bedroom.
“Off.” Soren tugs at my clothes and together we undress me. “Down,” he orders.
The silkiness of his voice and the one-worded commands has my entire body aching for more.
Back on my knees, I look up at him, enjoying the fact he’s still dressed from the waist down, and I’m kneeling naked in the middle of my family room.
“Too bad I don’t have a belt,” he mutters. “I would love to put you in your place in the correct way, but I’ll have to improvise.”
He picks up my scrubs and pulls the drawstring out. Letting out an indignant sound, I lower my eyes briefly when he gives me a look .
“Hands,” he orders.
Quickly, I offer them to him, and he moves me as he wants me: hands pressed together, pilfered drawstring wrapped around them and my wrists.
It’s not tight as the string is only so long, but the restraint has the desired effect anyway. Whatever leftover tension I held dissipates as I give myself over to Soren completely, trusting him to care for me while I’m virtually helpless.
“Hands and knees,” he says. “Ass up, head down, but keep your upper body off the floor.”
With a groan, I get into position. It takes a moment as I’ve never been very flexible, and not being able to use my hands is a pain in the ass since I have to balance on my forearms and elbows. The only saving grace is the soft rug James convinced me to buy a few years ago.
I’m careful to follow his instructions, lowering my chest and moving my arms out in front of me as much as I can without disobeying and tipping over, putting my ass out for Soren.
I jump when a hand runs over the swell of my ass. “Such pretty and soft skin you have, Doc. I can’t wait to mark it up.”
The slap against my ass isn’t a surprise, but I still jump anyway.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any fun impact toys in here, would you?”
“Sorry to disappoint, Sir,” I reply. “But no. I don’t.”
“Too bad,” he muses. “I was going to give you what you want, but I’ll settle for what I want.”
The dark promise in his words has my stomach swooping and I adjust my position a little, unable to hold still as anticipation churns through me.
“Be still,” he warns.
When he goes quiet, I strain my hearing, trying desperately to figure out what he’s up to. Almost too fast, his hands grab my ass, pulling me closer before his teeth sink into my flesh.
“Fuck!” I shout, trying desperately to stay upright while also absorbing the pain.
Soren chuckles and bites me again, harder this time.
“Motherfucker,” I hiss, as there’s no reprieve from this sting before he bites me again in the same spot.
Over and over he covers both asscheeks in bite marks. Sometimes, he sinks in so deeply there’s no way he hasn’t broken the skin. I can feel the wetness on my skin, both from his saliva and what I assume is blood.
“Fucking hell,” I gasp. “All that checking in, yet you didn’t think to ask if it was okay to break the skin?”
“Do you have a problem with blood, Doc? Or with the idea of me leaving a mark on you?”
I shiver at the low, commanding tone of his voice. “No, Sir,” I reply. “I just thought, after you asked about condoms—even though I doubt you’re going to fuck me today—that you’re the type to check in at every step.”
He chuckles. “Sometimes I am, when it’s something new for the sub, or if it’s particularly cruel; I don’t think that applies to you, does it?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then why,” he asks in a dark voice, “are you being bratty and questioning?”
“I…” I don’t have a good excuse, and he knows that. Proven by the fact he doesn’t ask me to finish my sentence, but instead moves away from me a little.
That can only mean one thing…
The spank he levels on my ass is harder than his previous one, and the pain is more intense as the bite marks sting at the contact. He doesn’t stop at one though, smacking my ass over and over until I count ten strikes before he finally lets up.
My cock leaks pre-cum, and it’s my years of training that keeps me from coming. I have a strong feeling if I came without permission I’d get more than a few bite marks and spanks.
“Chest down,” Soren orders, pressing between my shoulders gently but with intent.
Sighing in relief at being free from my previous position, I slide my arms out in front of me and let my upper body take my weight as I present my ass to him.
“Am I going to hear any more attitude from you?”
I can’t help myself. “Depends on what you’re planning on doing next… Whatever it is, you have my full consent.”
Soren laughs. “Oh, you’re a fun one, and you’re so going to regret that.”
Probably, but that’s what makes things fun.
He starts up again, this time increasing the speed and strength of the blows, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room and mixing with my moans. He doesn’t hold back, and it’s not long before it’s hard to find a breath between strikes.
The pain of being spanked harder than I’ve been in a long, long time, coupled with dozens of stinging bites, makes my vision whiteout for a second. Holy shit. Fucker was holding back before apparently. I almost don’t want to know how hard he can strike me with a cane in his hand.
New mission: get caned by Soren.
Slowly, he comes to a stop, rubbing his hand across my aching ass. I groan in a delicious mix of pleasure and discomfort.
“There’s only one thing left to do.”
“What’s that, Sir?” I ask, breathless.
He answers by licking one of the stinging bites. His actions and words make it clear—he did break the skin when he bit me. The thought has my cock leaking more.
Carefully, Soren licks every bite mark where he must have made me bleed. The thought of him licking my blood up makes me moan.
Blood play, no matter how miniscule, has never really been my kink, but something deep inside says I’d endure anything for this man.
When he deems me clean, he moves away and says, “Relax.”
Slowly, I let out a breath and move back on my knees with Soren’s help. He releases my hands from their bind, and gently rubs his fingers around my wrists.
“Okay?”
I smile and nod, my head empty of everything except the man in front of me, and that hasn’t happened in…far too fucking long.
“I’m fine,” I whisper.
“Good. Gonna let me clean you up, or do you want to bask in the feelings for a bit?”
“Bask,” I answer. “Definitely bask. But on the sofa, I’m too old for the floor.”
He smiles and leans forward to kiss me softly. I lick up the taste of blood from my lips when he pulls away and stands.
“Come on.” He reaches down and helps me up, giving me the grace of not laughing when my body creaks and groans as I stand.
Soren sits and pats his lap, and maybe I should feel embarrassed about laying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, but it’s the easiest thing I’ve done in a long while.