Chapter 20
Roper glared at his Professor, who was just sitting on the sofa like it was nothing. “How long are you intending to keep this ‘no coming’ nonsense up? Also, what’s the punishment if I just shoot? Or have a wet dream?”
Because he’d probably just rather take a punishment…
Toby glanced up from the book he was reading. “Did you say something, boy?”
“You heard me, Professor. How long am I ‘grounded’ for, and what happens if I jack off?” He propped himself on the arm of the sofa and started snuggling on Whiskey.
“Well.” Toby set his book down. “You’re grounded for as long as I feel you should be, and if you jack off, the period for which you are grounded starts over again.”
He could have sworn he saw Toby grin for a second.
Of course, that just meant he could jack off whenever, and then he’d just be “grounded” until he decided to shoot again.
He could probably handle that.
“Hmm.”
Toby’s raised an eyebrow. “I know what you’re thinking. And if you’d prefer to jack off instead of getting off with me, then by all means…”
“Oh, hush. You know I’d rather get off with you.” He rolled his eyes, then snuggled Whiskey’s head with his cheek. “You hear how mean he is to me, sweet baby?”
“I should hope so. Unfortunately for you, you’re talking to a man who appreciates delaying or denying himself satisfaction from time to time, so I don’t feel sorry for you.”
“Does that mean you don’t get more blow jobs?” He winked over, loving the way Toby knew how to play.
“It means I will do as I please.” Toby did smile then. “And right now I’m enjoying listening to you whine as if you didn’t know you deserved being grounded.”
His lips dropped open. “I didn’t do anything to deserve that.”
Nothing.
Zero.
Zip.
Toby snorted, then pulled the collar of his shirt open and pointed to the bruise on his collarbone.
He arched an eyebrow. “Is it fading, Professor? Do you need a refresh?”
“No. You’re fresh enough.” Toby winked at him.
He reached back into a jar on the end table and grabbed a little catnip mousie. “We’ll just ignore him. He’s mean.”
Then he dangled the little mouse.
“We’re going to the club tonight. I’ve picked something out for you to wear.” Toby leaned forward. “Wanna see? It’s precious.”
“Precious?” He was intrigued. What did that mean exactly? “Okay, I want to see.”
If it was a kitten hoodie, he wasn’t wearing it.
Well…maybe at home when Toby wasn’t here. Very, very privately, he liked a fuzzy hoodie.
“Good. Stop flirting with Whiskey and follow me.” Toby stood slowly and waited for him.
“Flirting.” He snorted and tossed her mouse before standing up. “He doesn’t know we’re having a wild affair, does he?”
“Grounded…” Toby sang ominously, then took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. “Stand right there.” Toby parked him at the foot of the bed and went to dig around in his closet. “It’s sub night at the club; did you know that?”
“I didn’t, no.” How would he have known? “What does that mean, exactly? I’m the boss?”
He heard giggling from the closet. “You’re adorable. You will never be the boss.” Toby returned with a fancy box and set it on the bed. “It means that Club Doms show up to show off their boys. And, of course, subs who are unattached can show themselves off, so you need to look great.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I’m not unattached. I’m attached at the dick. To you.”
That was clear right.
“Oh, I could arrange that.” Toby’s grin was pure evil. “But I meant if they look good, and you’re mine, you have to look…well, it won’t be hard for you to outshine them.”
His whole body flushed with heat, and he beamed. “Thank you, Professor. You may have earned a kiss for that.”
“May?” Toby caught him with one arm and kissed him soundly, not letting go until he was short of breath.
He blinked up, his entire focus on the heat between them, the burn they were building.
“Now. Let me show you.” Toby opened the box and laid out leather shorts, a shirt-collar harness and…well, there was no and.
“Wow.” The harness was hot, but he was a little nervous about the shorts. He’d hate to look like an idiot. “You think I can pull the shorts off?”
“Definitely. I consulted the proper people. They’re not as small, or as short, as they seem.” Toby pulled a chain out of the box and held it up. “This is for under that harness. Discreet.”
The chain attached to a round charm that read “kitten.”
His lips parted.
Closed.
Parted.
He didn’t want to show how pleased he was, but he didn’t want to offend his Master, because that was special.
“Kitten, huh?” He held it, and he couldn’t hide his smile.
“Mhm. It will sit right against your throat, where only you and I will know it’s there.”
“It’s beautiful, Professor.” And he loved the care Toby had taken with his pride. The man got him.
“Here.” Toby took the chain back and put it on him, making sure the disc sat right where it should, then pointed to the mirror over the dresser. “Have a look.”
He lifted his chin, swallowed hard. It was beautiful. “Professor…”
Toby kissed his nape. “My boy. I hope you accept it in the spirit in which it’s meant. Not to bind, but to join.”
“Yours.” He touched the chain, licking his lips. Okay, he might just cream his jeans.
Toby pressed up close, hard cock evident against his butt cheek. “You’re not grounded anymore.”
“No?” He pushed back with a soft moan. “Wanna play fuck the sub?”
“Sure. And then shower the sub and dress the sub.” Toby’s hands slid under his sweats.
“Ooh… I like this game.” He braced himself on the dresser, pushing into Toby’s hands. “I like when you play with me, Professor.”
Toby pushed his sweats down past his ass and reached a hand over his hip, fingers curling around his prick.
“Oh, sweet fuck…” Roper went up on tiptoe, driving into his Professor’s hand.
“Uh-huh. How long have you waited? Are you so close? Do you want to come, kitten? Do you?” Toby’s words were whispers, breath brushing his ear.
“You know I do. I’ve been aching for you. Don’t stop…”
Toby’s thumb dug into his slit, making him see stars.
“Fuck!” He jerked, his ass grinding into Toby’s cock.
“Boy…” Toby humped against him, then smacked his ass. The blow was more sound than sting.
“Master!” He gasped, his balls drawing up as he shot like a kid with his first porno mag.
“Beautiful boy.” Toby caught him with one arm around his middle and held him while he flew.
He panted, his heart slamming in his chest. Fuck, he was so happy.
“I want your mouth, boy.”
He loved that growl because it wasn’t intentional, it was all Toby’s need—for him.
He didn’t argue; he turned around and knelt down, tugging at Toby’s waistband. “Gimme.”
Toby didn’t argue either but pushed his sweats down so that heavy cock bobbed right out at him. “Don’t play.”
“Not playing.” He lapped at the tip of Toby’s cock, then sucked him right in.
“Yes.” Hot hands settled under his jaw, fingers curling around to his nape. “Good boy.”
Toby plucked at his collar, and he shivered, taking more of his lover’s cock in.
Toby rocked forward with an impatient groan. “Your mouth is heaven.”
He hummed deep in his throat, making his lover feel it everywhere, fingers creeping behind the soft balls to stroke that hidden strip of skin there.
“Damn, boy.” One hand landed on the top of his head and the other wrapped around his nape. “If you need to safe word, you hit my thigh. Hard.” Then Toby thrust forward, fucking his mouth.
Fuck him. Yes. He groaned and relaxed his throat, letting Toby in all the way, offering himself over, body and soul.
Toby took what he offered, cock slipping down his throat until his Professor started to shudder. “Fuck. Fuck… Roper!”
Roper slipped his finger over his Professor’s puckered hole, swallowing hard, over and over.
“Boy!” Toby bore down, asking for a little pressure, then gasped, hips rolling with his orgasm.
“Mmm…” He held on, gentling his suction, encouraging Toby’s pleasure to go on and on.
Toby’s grip finally loosened, fingers sliding away. “Come, let me kiss you.”
He reached up and let Toby lift him to his feet, stealing a hard, happy kiss. Fuck, he did love a satisfied Professor.
Toby grinned against his lips. “I don’t know how this happened—the two us being so…perfect together—but I am lucky, and I want you to know I know that.”
“Mmm… I’m glad.” Hopefully it would all work out for the long term too. Roper would be heartbroken if something changed.
Toby sighed. “Okay. Shower. Tonight I show you off.”
“Shower, dress, and we’ll show them what a love match looks like, yeah, Professor?” He thought it was a glorious idea.