Chapter 8 #2
His compliment brought heat to my face, but then I wanted to know what he meant. “Just my ass, Sir?”
“All of you. But I’d be lying if I said seeing my handprints on you didn’t turn me on.”
King climbed behind me. I had a moment of panic, as he was thicker than any of my previous partners.
He pressed the head to my tight pucker. I enjoyed being penetrated as much I enjoyed being the one doing the penetrating, but his girth concerned me and the action made me clench.
“I’ve… thought about this before,” I confessed. “But not quite like this.”
“Relax, babyboy. It’s going to be better than any fantasy you could possibly have imagined.”
“Wait! Sir, can you… um–?”
“Are you stalling or do you need something?”
“Will you please kiss me before you fuck me senseless?”
Kingston moved me slightly so he could reach my mouth. He kissed me deeply, passionately. We made out like we used to. I’d missed the way he tasted. Moaning into his mouth while he whispered sweet nothings in between kisses had me melting into a pile of goo. And he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
“If you need a break, Reed? Or it hurts? You tell me.”
“I’m good. Please, Sir. Please fuck me!”
“You’re so fucking hot, babyboy. I love the way you beg.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I was sure my eyes were nearly sparkling with anticipation.
He helped me back into the position I’d been in before we kissed.
Lubing his finger, he slid it inside my tight hole, stretching me.
I’d missed the feeling and my nerves lit up in pleasure.
Before I could overthink anymore, he withdrew his digit and pressed his cock against me.
Kingston slowly entered, allowing me adequate time to accommodate him.
He filled me up in a way I hadn’t experienced before.
He thrust in and out of my tight asshole, slowly at first, then faster.
“Oh god, Sir.”
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes!”
We’d had sexual experiences together once or twice back in our twenties, but it had been with another man in the middle.
We hadn’t explored each other at the time.
As he’d promised, the way he fucked me was even better than I thought it could be.
He brought me closer and closer to my peak while I arched.
“Sir!”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You feel so good. Mmm. I’m so close.”
“That’s my good boy. Stroke your cock while I fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The way he ordered me to play with myself while he pumped in and out of me brought me over the edge.
I came all over my hand as he hit his own peak.
For some reason I felt a hundred times lighter.
Pleasure crashed through my body like a wave, and I nearly came again.
I was blissfully sated, muttering sweet words to him as he pulled out.
Kingston flicked his gaze to mine. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m so much better than okay.”
“Good. Let’s clean up. Then we’ll go drink your fancy coffee,” he said, patting my hip.
“King?”
“Nah.” King negated the use of his first name. “I’d like you to call me Sir until I tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir. Um, I need to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything. What is it?”
Tears pricked the back of my eyelids. I could probably count the number of times I’d cried since I hit adulthood on one hand. Yet his handling of me brought a tsunami of emotions to the surface. He noticed immediately, pulling me against his body.
“Easy, Reed. Breathe with me. I’m right here.”
I felt so damn vulnerable. More than I’d ever felt before.
His warmth and gentle words were a soothing balm to my shattered nerves.
He was everything I didn’t even know I needed.
Everything I’d been seeking. My perfect partner had been in front of me all along.
Trying to explain myself did nothing but cause more tears.
Damn it. Years of never feeling good enough or worthy enough in my circle of friends, feeling like the black sheep of my family, and so many other insecurities purged via the tears falling down my cheeks.
Breathing in and out as he held me finally eased the sensations flooding my body.
Releasing a shuddering breath, I looked down at him.
“Isn’t it difficult to be a hardass when I’m staring down at you?” Using sarcasm instead of voicing anything else on my mind gained a bit of control back.
“Our heights didn’t matter a few minutes ago when I was fucking you into oblivion, did they?”
“You’re several inches shorter than me, Sir.”
“Did I feel shorter when I slid my cock into your tight little hole?” He leaned forward and nipped my earlobe.
“Maybe you should do it again, King. Then I’ll let you know.”
“Forget my title again, babyboy, and you’ll be writing lines. You don’t want to add to the task I’ve assigned you.”
He raised one eyebrow, gazing at me as I attempted some intelligent reply. I opened my mouth and shut it again. For once I was speechless.
“Oh, have I quieted your brat?” He chuckled but there was no amusement there.
“You’ve been letting a lot of gunk clog up your thoughts.
Whenever you get snarky, I’ll assume you’re in your head again.
But don’t you worry, I’ll find a way to loosen you up.
Understand? I’ll get you to release that toxic crap that’s bogging you down one way or another. ”
“That sounds ominous.”
“Go ahead, Reed. Poke my buttons. Test those boundaries. I’m going to respond. Every time.”
“You can’t–”
“Do not tell me what I can and can’t do.”
Grumbling, I gathered my thoughts. “I don’t believe you have the dedication or drive to repair the mess I’ve made of my life. Not when you want to do the same for Eli. Two submissives is a lot of work.”
“You’ve never had two submissives. Challenge accepted. I’m happy to fucking prove it to you. I want you to erase any doubt in that beautiful head of yours.”
“I’ll work on it.”
“So will I. Come on. We’re taking a shower.”
Kingston tugged me to follow him, which I did without protesting for once.
He set the shower dials to just below the approximate temperature of lava, the way we preferred it.
We’d done this before, usually if there was a short amount of time to get ready for something, so it wasn’t odd to me.
However the vibes had changed. As if reading my mind, he took his time washing me.
Though I had submissive partners in the past who’d enjoyed the task, there was something different in the way he did it.
He took my well-being seriously. That knowledge combined with the previous statement about proving himself was like a fucking shot of dopamine.
Every cell in my body seemed to hum with arousal from the simple act.
“You’re turning me into a huge melty pile of bliss, Sir.”
“How lucky for me.” King leaned up and kissed my neck.
“I still don’t know why you’re thinking about a throuple with me.”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” he confessed.
“I don’t necessarily mean with you, I’m not a mind reader, but I want to give it a try.
Don’t we owe it to each other to see what a relationship looks like?
Eloise is so damn adorable. I truly believe with two partners she can blossom. So will you.”
“What do you get out of it?”
He shook his head. “Give me a minute to answer you.”
Kingston got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing another, holding it out for me. I allowed him to help me onto the plush bathmat and he fixed the towel around me. He led us back to my room, probably gathering his thoughts.
“I promise that I will find our relationship rewarding. Okay?”
“But what is the reward?”
“Your submission. Hers. Two incredibly intelligent, smart, funny, gorgeous partners. I hope with my guidance and rules you’ll relax more. Without the added pressures that have been making you both stressed, I’m certain you’ll achieve whatever your heart desires.”
“You’re so much smarter than you look.”
“Do you need another round across my knee, babyboy?”
“No, Sir. Damn. I didn’t think I was a brat, but you tempt it out of me. It’s like I can’t seem to quiet my thoughts or my mouth around you.”
“And where will that get you?”
King prompted me to answer him but watching the tiny droplets of water from his hair drip onto his shoulders made me want to catch every one of them in my mouth. He distracted me in multiple ways. “If I answer you, Sir, I will probably end up really sore.”
“Answer me. What will happen if you keep tossing your brat at me?” King repeated the question in a slightly different way, but the meaning was the same.
“I don’t know, Sir. Show me.” My tone came out husky and seductive as if I hadn’t tossed another challenge in his direction.
He steepled his fingers.
Shit. I was in for it and we both knew it.