Chapter Twenty-Three
Rico looked on as Franco scoped out his bedroom.
“You’re the first Dom I’ve ever had in here,” Rico explained when Franco seemed less than impressed with what he had to work with.
Would Franco be the last as well?
I hope so.
Franco smiled. “Good to hear. Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for months.” They’d both undergone testing to make sure neither had any sexually transmitted infection to worry about. Neither had been with anyone else since before July. Rico hadn’t asked how long it had been for Franco, but it had been at least six months for him. Trusting each other enough, they chose to be fluid bonded with each other and forego condoms.
“As have I.” Franco grew serious. “You will address me as Sir in this scene from this point on. Remember your safe words?”
“Yes, Sir. Red, yellow, green, and the occasional chartreuse.”
Franco didn’t crack a smile, but it took every ounce of composure not to. “Strip down and put on the clothes in these shopping bags.” He’d brought the items upstairs to the bedroom a few minutes ago. Rico had a pretty good idea what he’d find inside given the labels on the bags. “I need to go back down to my Yukon for my toy bag. Be ready to present yourself when I get back.”
Rico maintained eye contact with his Dom, who didn’t leave immediately as if he wanted to watch him strip. Rico pulled his T-shirt over his head slowly, flexing his pecs as he did so, then met Franco’s gaze again. The two connected on a level Rico hadn’t with any other man. How it had taken the two of them so long to hook up, Rico had no idea. However, he intended to make sure he did everything he could to nurture this relationship.
Their biggest obstacle at the moment seemed to be finding one-on-one time together and having a private space to play. But they couldn’t get any more private than Rico’s house. The elderly neighbors on either side of what once had been his mama’s home weren’t agile enough to climb stairs, and he and Franco wouldn’t be seen or overheard up here.
After today, perhaps they could arrange to meet here on other Sundays. Mama J, Paul, and Angie all wanted to spend more time with Gina, so it could work well all the way around.
“Where is your mind right now?”
Rico cast his gaze to the floor, knowing it wasn’t where it should have been. “Thinking about whether we will be able to do this again next Sunday, Sir.”
He hazarded a peek at Franco, who scowled. “And where is it supposed to be?”
“Here. Today. In this moment.”
“Damn right. Stop thinking about anything other than what we are doing now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Franco waved his hand in a gesture that told Rico he should continue stripping. Instead of watching, though, he left the room. Rico hoped he hadn’t pissed him off, but he’d work especially hard to please his Dom from this point forward.
Excited to see what Franco had bought for him to wear, Rico walked closer to the bed and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his skinny jeans. Why he’d chosen to wear these tight-ass things today, he couldn’t say. Probably because he’d been more concerned about what to wear underneath. Once he’d gotten them down to his thighs, he fell back on the bed and did all manner of contortions until he’d removed them.
Next time, wear your damned leggings for scenes in the house.
Rico had worn a thong again, just as he had at the club, hoping to show off his ass for his Dom, but he assumed Franco’s command meant for him to take everything off. Fortunately, if his hunch was right about what was in those bags, he’d soon be on full display anyway.
Inside the first bag, he found a box with a pair of black cowboy boots. He grinned. The fantasy from the wedding just might be playing out today.
Sure enough, he found a black Western hat in the next bag. Now for the pièce de résistance. As suspected, the final bag contained a pair of black leather chaps and a matching vest.
Not sure how much time he had, Rico quickly donned the boots, chaps, and vest then sashayed in front of the full-length mirror. The chaps framed his bare butt cheeks and groin perfectly, providing a sexy view for his Dom both coming and going.
But all I care about today is both of us coming.
When he heard the front door close, Rico quickly placed the hat on his head. Franco had sized everything to a T. Uncertain about which side he wanted to present to his Dom first, Rico turned around so that Franco could get a good view of Rico’s ass as he walked into the room. Because he hadn’t been ordered to avert his gaze, he peeked over his shoulder to catch his Dom’s smile as he entered.
“Nice,” Franco said approvingly, which made Rico’s face grow warm. Franco closed the distance between them and grabbed both of Rico’s butt cheeks and squeezed hard. “Firm and tight. Just the way I like them.”
Rico assumed he wasn’t supposed to say anything, so he basked in the moment, enjoying the heat radiating from Franco’s body. When Franco released him, Rico felt the loss immediately, but then Franco raked his fingernails across Rico’s butt in several directions, making goose bumps rise. His pucker hole tingled, ready for whatever Franco had to give him.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you in these chaps for a while now, boi, but reality beats the hell out of the lame images in my head.”
That Franco had fantasized about him thrilled Rico to no end. “Thank you, Sir.”
Franco’s fingernails scraped down Rico’s thighs and returned to his ass. Rico let go of any tension he’d been holding in, and his head lolled to the side. Franco pressed his lips against the side of his neck and gently nibbled his skin.
Feels so good.
What would those lips and tongue feel like as Franco rimmed him? Did Franco enjoy being rimmed as much as Rico did? They’d already established that Franco was a bear top through and through, and Rico had made no secret of the fact that he preferred to be a bottom, although he could be versatile too, if necessary.
A sharp slap to his butt brought Rico back to the present.
“Where was your mind just now, boi?”
Should he go full-on brat and tell him? Well, when your Dom asks a direct question, aren’t you supposed to be honest?
“I was just thinking about having your tongue rimming my ass.”
Franco’s breath caught, then he chuckled. “Is that something you’d like me to do, brat?”
“Oh yes, Sir!”
“But what I choose to do to you is not for you to decide, is it? My job at the moment is to provide some discipline to help keep your mind from wandering where it isn’t supposed to go. I assure you, we’re both going to suffer by foregoing our pleasure.” He paused, then added, “At least for now.”
Franco didn’t sound happy that he had to discipline Rico.
Before the promise of those words could sink in, Franco slapped his butt with his hand ten times on each cheek, making Rico’s skin burn. Some slaps were harder than others as his Dom varied them. As punishments went, Rico enjoyed every minute of it. Spanking was becoming one of his favorite things.
“Now, stay present, boi.”
“Absolutely. Have your way with me, Sir.”
Franco spun him around and pushed him back against the wall, making the cowboy hat tumble from his head onto the floor. Rico loved when Franco got physical with him, throwing him around like he owned him, just the way he’d done with their first kiss at the side of the barn. Franco ground his rock-hard cock into Rico’s groin and stared at him a long moment before his head closed the gap. His lips crushed Rico’s in a bruising kiss that only left him wanting more.
Was he allowed to touch his Dom without permission? He’d worry about the consequences later. Rico placed his hands on either side of Franco’s head to make sure he didn’t end the kiss before Rico was ready, then opened his mouth to accept Franco’s tongue. Franco didn’t disappoint, thrusting deep inside Rico’s mouth as their tongues executed a sultry tango. Rico’s breathing became labored, but he didn’t want to break contact by pushing him away.
I need this connection so badly.
It had been too long since they’d kissed or even touched in any hardcore way.
Unfortunately, the kiss ended far too soon. “Don’t move a muscle, brat,” Franco ordered.
“I’m not going anywhere, Sir.”
Franco had stripped out of his black chinos and T-shirt before returning to the room in his leathers and vest, possibly the same ones he’d worn at the club in July.
Here we go!
Rico wanted to rake his fingers through that furry chest but forced himself to behave. Rico silently begged Franco to go down on his butt hole, but instead, his Dom dug into his evil toy bag on the bed. After rummaging a moment, he turned around holding a bundle of black rope, about a quarter inch in diameter. The rope looked thinner than what he’d seen in porn videos.
It’s bondage time, Baby.
Would Franco tie him to the bed, a door, or what? Rico waited, anticipating the thrills to come. He enjoyed being tied up.
“Hands behind the back of your head with your fingers interlaced. And place your boots about two feet apart.”
A shiver raced down Rico’s spine at Franco’s commanding voice, and Rico quickly did as he’d been told. Franco kneeled down in front of him just inches away from Rico’s cock. If Franco wouldn’t ream him yet, was he going to suck his cock?
It wasn’t until Franco wrapped the rope around the base of his balls and knotted it that Rico began to think this might not be the scene he’d been expecting. Rico’s body stiffened in all the wrong places.
“Too tight?”
While snug, it wasn’t uncomfortable. His tenseness had more to do with anxiety and anticipation than anything else. But having Franco’s hands on his balls felt delightful. “No, Sir. Feels amazing.”
Franco’s ominous chuckle caused him another moment’s worry, but Rico let it go.
Stay in the moment.
Focus on what he’s doing now.
Remember you have safewords if this is as bad as that fucking cock cage.
Franco wrapped the rope around Rico’s balls several times, then separated them in what felt like a figure-eight design, not that Rico could see what was going on down there.
While not his ass, it still felt hot as fuck.
“Ow!” he screamed when the rope tugged one of his short hairs. Franco looked up at him, almost annoyed at the outburst and interruption. At least, that’s how Rico interpreted his expression.
“Sorry, Sir. You pulled my…” He didn’t get the feeling his Dom was at all interested in why he’d screamed, only that he needed to exhibit more self-control.
“You might consider shaving next time, if that’s going to be a problem. But I’m also testing your tolerance and limits, so good to know.”
He hadn’t thought of that. “I’m not saying it was a bad sensation, in retrospect. Sir,” Rico added quickly. “Just…unexpected.”
“What’s your current level?”
Not wanting to put an end to this anytime soon, he responded, “Green as grass, Sir.”
“Good. We’ll reassess your preferences throughout the scene.”
Did that mean it would get a lot worse? No matter. Rico didn’t want to think about their brief time together coming to an end yet, although he would be honest if Franco did anything he couldn’t tolerate.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Franco resumed his handiwork. After he finished wrapping the rope about the base of Rico’s balls, he wound it the length of Rico’s shaft. As he worked his way up, he kept a finger between the rope and Rico’s dick, perhaps to prevent strangling it. However, being a top, Franco might not care if Rico’s cock was rendered useless.
This certainly wasn’t the kind of bondage Rico had imagined, not that he’d given much thought to bondage of any kind before or after their first time together at the Masters at Arms Club.
Finally, Franco tied off the rope and sat back on his heels to admire his work. Only the head of Rico’s cock remained uncovered, and it had turned a purplish color already, straining against the rope almost to the point of pain. Rico wasn’t sure if he enjoyed this cock bondage any more than the cage Franco had used in July, but he trusted his Dom to know what he was doing and to keep him safe. Surely Franco didn’t want to have Rico’s cock shrivel up and fall off, even if Franco didn’t enjoy being the bottom.
Franco stood and his gaze roamed slowly up to Rico’s chest. Rico didn’t have any chest hair to speak of, but Franco didn’t seem to miss it. His fingertips grazed down the center of Rico’s chest, parted the vest, and circled several times around his nipples until they grew tight.
Franco bent closer, took one nipple between his teeth, and bit him. Rico’s hips jolted forward, his butt yearning for attention as well.
Fuck, that was hot!
Franco quickly licked the tender nub before sucking it inside his mouth. Rico’s cock strained against its bindings. He held his breath in anticipation, not knowing where Franco would touch him next.
He wanted Franco inside him, but instead, he licked and sucked his other nipple. At least he didn’t bite him this time.
Ow!
He’d had that thought a little too soon. But Rico hadn’t screamed out loud this time. Self-control. Where else would Franco bite? My ass, I hope. Rico couldn’t wait to find out, but neither seemed to want to rush anything.
Today, they would finally explore more fully this potent connection. It had taken them a lifetime to get to this point, and Rico couldn’t wait to have Franco buried deep inside him—at long last.