25. Soren
D oc gasps as he processes my words. Letting go of his wrist, I reach up and press my thumb against his bottom lip. Doc’s lips part and he flicks his tongue out, and I let out a slow breath.
This isn’t how I imagine the morning going, but I’m not one to pass up a good time. Removing my finger, I lean in closer. “Kiss me,” I whisper.
Doc moves quickly, pressing our lips together in a soft kiss. The sexual tension between us is thick. There’s no denying that we want one another, it’s been there from the beginning, and the scene we had last week ignited the flame between us.
Doc tries to deepen the kiss but I break away, pulling back enough to look at him. “I don’t want to rush this.”
He makes a whining noise. “I want you to fuck me, Soren. Hard.”
Shaking my head, I press another soft kiss to his lips. “And I want to take my time with you. I want to make you shake and whimper as I take you apart piece by fucking piece.”
Doc moans and I grin, kissing him again. Several times he tries to take control, but I don’t allow it, easily keeping the pace slow until he goes pliant, allowing me to do whatever I want with him.
With gentle hands, I ease him back onto the pillows before shoving the blankets down and moving on top of him. Doc gasps into my mouth as I roll my hips against his, rubbing our dicks together.
Sitting back, I study him, taking in his flushed face, bright amber eyes, and kiss-swollen lips. My cock aches at the thought of sliding between those lips, and I don’t want to make either of us wait any longer.
Shoving my pants down, I shuffle up his body. Doc swallows, eyes on my dick, which is rapidly filling under his gaze.
“Get me wet, Doc,” I say lowly. “I want to fuck you, but first you need to prepare my cock for your hole.”
He moans and brings his hands up to my hips, drawing me closer to his mouth.
Holding onto the headboard with one hand, I lean over Doc and bring my cock to his lips. “Open for me, Doc,” I order softly.
He complies, parting his lips and letting me press my dick inside his warm, wet mouth. Groaning, I hold tighter onto the headboard, trying desperately not to shove myself deep into his throat. I don’t want this first time to be hard and fast. There’s plenty of time for desperation, for me to use him for my pleasure. This first time isn’t meant to be brutal or fast. There’s plenty of time for brutal fucking, for taking him to the edge over and over, but in this moment, the sweet and slow vulnerability as we come together is more important.
Pressing my cock deeper into his mouth, I watch as Doc’s eyes water and he blinks them a few times. “So good for me, Doc. Let me fuck your mouth.”
He tightens his grip on my hips but doesn’t try to take control. “Good boy,” I praise, giving him a little bit more of my length as a reward.
Doc chokes as the head touches the back of his throat, and I groan at the feel of it. His face turns red and tears stream from his eyes as he sputters, and I slide a little deeper as his throat opens to me. The angle is perfect for me to fuck my cock into his mouth, and while I take advantage of that, I also rein in some of my desire.
“One day soon,” I say as I pull out of his mouth and throat, leaving only the tip on his tongue. “I’m going to fuck your throat. I’m going to shove my cock so far deep inside of you that all you’ll taste is me.”
The hands on my hips tighten, fingernails digging into my skin, creating the perfect amount of pleasure-pain. “You like that idea?” I ask unnecessarily, slowly thrusting my dick back into his mouth. “You want me to use you like my personal sex toy? Fucking your mouth and not giving a shit about if you come or not.”
The moan he releases vibrates around my cock and I gasp, bucking my hips and pushing deeper into his throat, enjoying the way he chokes and how tightly his throat constricts around me.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I mutter, pulling all the way out of his mouth. “If you do that much longer I won’t be able to fuck you like I want to.”
Doc smiles and licks his spit-slick lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Sliding back, I lean down enough to kiss him, fucking my tongue into his mouth and tasting myself on his lips. “It definitely is. Now, undress.”
Pushing myself off his body, I kick my pants all the way off and stroke my spit-slick cock, watching with rapt attention as his thick, hard dick comes into view when he removes his own pants.
“Spread your legs,” I order, unable to hold back.
Doc smirks as he does as he’s told. “Feeling rather Dommy today, Soren?”
Laughing, I shove his legs wider and slot myself between them. “Maybe a little. Are you complaining?”
He runs his hands gently up my sides. “Never, Sir.”
I try to hide my reaction to that honorific, but something must show on my face because he looks into my eyes as he tightens his grip on me.
“What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head, I lean down and bite his collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. “Nothing.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Soren. You don’t like being called ‘Sir’, I can tell.” He lifts his head and kisses me gently. “I can call you something else to make you more comfortable.”
Sighing, I lay down on him, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. “It’s not that I don’t like it, I just… I prefer something else. But that’s a conversation for another time.”
Doc wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “Why?”
“Because my other relationships started out differently than this one. We both knew what the score was going in. With you…” I raise my head and smile gently at him. “With you there’s something different. Our relationship is…more. I wish I knew how to explain it, but what you need, and what my other partners needed, are similar yet different.” Reaching up, I brush his hair away from his forehead.
“I want to take care of you in all the ways you need, Doc. Maybe it’s too early to say that, but I can see the need in you. James might tease you about needing a keeper, but we all know it’s more than just fond bullshit.”
Doc shifts underneath me, his cock dragging along the underside of mine, making us both groan.
“You want to take care of me,” he says in a breathless voice.
I nod. “I do. It’s in my nature to care for my partners. But I think we’re both aware it's deeper than that.”
He sucks in a breath. “I've never had a Daddy before. My experience has only shown me those who want to be one in the bedroom and that’s it, and that’s not my thing.”
“But a Daddy Dom is?”
He shrugs and his grip on me tightens. “I don’t know… I've never really thought about it. I know I don’t like age play though.”
Smiling, I dip my head and press a kiss to his lips. “Me either. I want to take care of you and support you in all the ways I can. I don’t mind stepping in if that’s what someone needs, but the reason my last serious relationship ended—other than the fact I couldn’t be out in the Bratva—was because our needs were too different.
“I want to help you find balance in your life, Doc. I’ll dominate and own you, but I’ll also take care of you in ways you’ve never imagined.”
He lets out a shuddering breath. “Yes, please…show me.”
Sliding down his body, I bite every inch of flesh within reach. Doc’s hands fall away and grip the bed sheets, his quiet gasps music to my ears.
I keep my hands light as I skim them across Doc’s body, letting my teeth leave their mark on him. There’s a need building in me, one that desperately says I need to mark this man as mine, to leave behind evidence for all to see that Doc belongs to no one else.
I’m not a possessive man, at least, I’ve never been one before. I might want to be my partner’s world, but that doesn’t mean I feel any need to own or possess them. That should be evident by the fact I don’t have a problem with James and Doc’s relationship. All that said, that doesn’t mean I won’t make it evident that Doc is mine to do with what I will.
Some of the marks I leave behind will fade within hours, but others are deeper, cutting into his flesh, making blood flood into my mouth. The coppery taste isn’t a deterrent, instead it encourages me to bite harder. Sucking up the blood from his skin, I bite him deeper, listening to the sound of his moans, and relishing in the way his body twitches every time I bite down.
When I get to his groin, I ignore his cock, licking the skin along his pelvis and taking in the smell of him. He whines and tries to thrust his hips, encouraging me to focus on his dick. Holding him down, I look up and meet his eyes. “Behave, boy, or I won’t let you come.”
Doc groans. “You’re making it impossible. I want you to fuck me, Sir , not tease me.”
“Oh, Doc, you haven’t seen any teasing yet.”
His eyes widen and I repress a smirk, wanting nothing more than to show him how much of a tease I can be. Except he’s not the only one on the edge, so as much as I want to drag this out longer, I am too impatient for that today.
That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to drive him out of his mind.
Biting his inner thigh, I let up just before the skin breaks, already watching as the flesh around the teeth marks turn red. It’s going to bruise so beautifully, and I can’t wait to do it all over again once it fades.
Taking pity on Doc, I give his thick and leaking cock a few strokes, dipping my tongue into the slit and lapping up the pre-cum.
“Soren…please…” he gasps.
Sliding my tongue down his length, barely giving him a tease of what’s to come, I carefully bite at the base of his cock. Tightening my hold on him, I squeeze hard enough to discourage him from coming as he shouts, hips shooting off the bed.
“Are you trained to come on command?” I ask, licking the bite mark on his dick.
He gasps and tries to wiggle out away from me, but I don’t let him.
“Answer me, boy.”
“N-no, Sir,” he says. “I can hold it back fairly well, but it’s never been part of my play to come on command.”
I hum. “Maybe we’ll have to change that.” He whines and I grin, licking up his cock to lap at the head once more. “Don’t worry, we won’t start today.”
Releasing him, I ignore the protest as I lean over and reach into the nightstand, finding lube, handcuffs, silk ties, and a pink dildo.
“What a nice collection,” I muse, taking only the lube out.
“You can try them all on me later. Right now, I just need you to fuck me.”
“Turn over,” I order. “I want you on your hands and knees.”
He doesn’t hesitate to do as commanded, and I chuckle as I watch him scramble on the bed to get into position.
Flicking open the cap on the lubricant, I spread some on my fingers and open his ass with my free hand, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of his hole ready and waiting for me.
“Look at you,” I murmur, bringing my fingers to his hole and circling them. “So good and ready for me. You want to get fucked so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, please. I’m dying here.”
“You poor baby.”
Without preamble, I enter him with two fingers, feeling his ass clench and stretch around me. Doc groans, thrusting back and forcing my fingers deeper.
Leaning in, I bite one of the faded marks on his ass cheek. “Behave, Doc.”
“Sir, please .”
“Patience is a virtue, boy.”
“ Fuck patience, get in me.”
Laughing, I thrust my fingers in and out a few times, spreading the lube around, but if he wants it hard… Well, I always try to accommodate my partners.
Pulling my fingers out, I use more lube around the rim of his hole and then coat my cock, taking a minute to give myself a hard squeeze, not wanting things to end too quickly.
Getting onto my knees, I move in closer, bringing my dick to his waiting hole. “I’m going to fuck you, Doc, and you’re going to be mine. The only cocks allowed in this ass are mine and James’s, da?”
“Yes, fuck. No one else.”
At those words, I push in, groaning at the tightness of him. I trust he’ll use a safeword if he can’t handle it, so I don’t hesitate to ease myself in all the way to the hilt. We both moan and I don’t move for a long moment, holding onto his hips and letting him adjust to me.
“Move, please.”
“No more talking, unless it’s to shout my name, understand?”
He moans but nods.
Digging my fingers into his flesh, I pull out, only to slam in once more, enjoying the way his moans spill from his lips, and the way his ass clings to me. Over and over I fuck into him, keeping a steady pace as I enjoy him.
Doc starts moving with me, thrusting his ass onto my cock every time I slide back in. I allow it; he was such a good boy for me, he deserves the reward of free rein.
Slowly, I fuck him harder, sliding my hands from his hips, up his back to grip his shoulder. As I lean over him, changing the angle of my thrusts, his moans get louder and longer. Twisting my hips, I aim for his prostate, grinning when he shouts as I hit that spot.
“Fuck, Soren,” he gasps. “I need you to keep fucking me like that.”
I stop, holding my cock still as I’m halfway in and out of him. “Oh Doc, I gave you one rule.”
“Please…”
“Don’t. Speak,” I order. Sliding out of him, I shove him down, forcing him off his hands and knees to lay flat on the bed. “I’m going to fuck you, and because you decided to break my order, we are going to work on your orgasm control today.” He shakes his head but I ignore him. “If you come without my permission, I’ll lock your dick up until further notice.”
His whole body shudders and he lets out a gasping breath. Bringing my cock back to his hole, I thrust in, showing no mercy.
Holding myself up with my hands on either side of him, I fuck into him, hard.
Doc claws at the sheets, his moans and groans muffled as he presses his face into a pillow. My orgasm begins to build, the pleasure of taking him makes my head swim. Doc tries to thrust up, but I shove him down. “Stay put.”
He moans and I fuck into him faster than before, giving up all semblance of going slow and making this last. Dipping my head, I sink my teeth into the back of his neck, biting at him until I taste blood.
“Fuck!” he shouts, either ignoring my order on purpose, for the second time, or he's too far gone to realize he’s done so. “Daddy, please!” he cries.
Hearing that name coming from his lips is too much and my orgasm takes over, forcing my cock to thrust in as deep as possible. When I come, a shout tears from my throat and my vision whites out for a moment, the orgasm more explosive than any I’ve ever had before.
Thrusting in and out of him a few times, spreading my cum deep inside him before I drop down onto him, draping myself over his back.
Our skin is slick with sweat, and it’s hard to catch my breath for a few minutes. Carefully, I slide my dick out of him. Doc groans at the sensation but doesn’t move.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Ye-yes, Sir.”
I hum and kiss what skin I can reach. “I don’t think that’s what you want to say, is it?”
He grumbles. “Which one is going to lock my dick up for breaking a direct order? The Daddy or the Dom?”
I laugh. “Both.”
“Figures.”
Moving onto the bed next to him, I move his hair away from his brow as he turns his face to look at me. “Was it worth the frustration?”
He huffs. “I came hands free, and called you Daddy. What do you think?”
Smiling, I lean in and kiss his mouth. “You can’t go five seconds without being a brat, can you?”
“Nope, sorry, Daddy.”
I snort and kiss him again. I'm content in a way I can’t say I’ve ever been before, and it’s all thanks to the brat next to me.