Chapter 17 A Versatile Dom
A Versatile Dom
Darren Quinn
I'm going to find a sweet little sub for my husband to fuck.
After the unexpected setback of the incident with Mal's suspension, Darren had fully expected their plans would be set back by months, or more. Especially when Miles had been so upset about it. But they'd supported each other. They'd come out shiny side up.
He also couldn't help but be extremely pleased at how on board Miles was with more than domination. He'd expected Miles would eventually realize he wanted his domination to be sexual, but had fully expected it would be a very drawn-out discovery.
In Darren's experience, many people - submissive or not - became insecure at the idea of opening up their relationship, worried that they weren't meeting their partner's needs or their partner would replace them.
He'd always vowed never to be the one to propose such a thing unless he was certain he'd given his partner an iron-clad sense of his own worth first. He'd been certain enough with Miles to lay the path for his husband's discovery of desire.
Seeing it happen, though, had been more rewarding than he'd imagined. And far, far more erotic.
Even better was the joy of finally seeing Miles settle into himself as a sensual being.
His sweet husband had left an unhealthy marriage with no small amount of trauma, on top of feeling like he didn't easily experience sexual desire for someone he wasn't in love with.
But now Miles seemed to be extending his desire for Darren to all things that involved serving Darren, including the idea of dominating and fucking a sweet little sub for Darren's pleasure.
It needed to be the right person. The right couple, because Miles had been right in calling out that their playmates should have the same security in a relationship that they had.
The idea of playing with an equal couple was titillating.
Darren was certain that if he could find the right sub for Miles, he'd have no problem engaging whoever that person's partner might be.
They had time to find the right partners, though. And in the meantime, he was more than happy to continue to be Miles's object lesson.
He was indescribably proud of Miles's decision to get back on the horse after being shaken.
Since everyone had come out shiny side up, it had become an invaluable learning experience.
No matter what anyone might think, being a good, confident dom wasn't about being expertly infallible.
It was far more important to be able to respond to problems and recover from mistakes while still taking care of your sub.
Perhaps it was time to push Miles a bit more. In a safe, inconsequential way, where his husband would have time to consider how to react and what the consequences should be. Immediately, a dozen fun ideas sprang to mind. He'd ask for another cooking lesson, then play things by ear for his reward.
Regardless of how things went, it would definitely be the perfect opportunity to indulge in being a little bit of a brat.
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Putting his plan into action hadn't been difficult. Darren didn't feel that devious for asking Miles for a cooking lesson so he could earn a reward afterwards. He dressed himself in his assless leather chaps and a jock strap to make it unmistakable the tone he wanted said reward to take.
Miles drew him into a kiss after they'd finished cleaning the kitchen. He stroked his hands down his back to cup and squeeze his ass with an appreciative hum. "You've been very good for me, pet. I suppose you'd like a reward now?"
"We haven't had dessert yet," Darren pointed out, nuzzling the words against his lips.
"Mmm. Good point." Miles nipped at his bottom lip, gaze dark with promise. "Go get into the shower. I'll join you in a minute. Take the lip scrub in with you."
Miles in the shower was always a temptation, even more so when he was being aggressive.
It was a delight to get pushed back against the tiles and kissed breathless, hands roving over each other's bodies.
When he reached for his husband's cock, Miles pushed his hands away with a growl.
"No touching without permission," he warned, even as he pressed a hand between his thighs for a teasing, ingenious new use of the lip scrub.
"Not even a little? I thought this was dessert. Let me get on my knees and use that on you, too." Darren pressed closer, trying to rub against his cock and back against his fingers at once. He received a firm smack to his ass in response.
"That's not dessert," Miles replied with a growl, turning off the shower. "Towel me dry."
Darren, of course, took full advantage of the task to touch and tease him, leaving them both hard and aching by the time Miles pulled him back into the bedroom. His red leather cuffs sat in the middle of the bed beside the canister of honey dust.
The edible dust, applied with a feather brush, made skin satin smooth but licked away clean, sweet and light without leaving behind any stickiness.
Despite its sensuality, it was fairly vanilla as far as sex between them generally went.
But, when paired with a touch of dominance or objectification - yes, that would serve his needs perfectly.
Darren raised his eyebrows, teasing him with a challenge. "Cuffs, hmm? You think you're going to be in charge there, too?"
Miles's grin widened. "I am in charge," he corrected, and gave his ass a playful smack. "Now get to it, husband."
Darren knelt on the wide leather bench on the end of the bed obediently - they'd both decided it was acceptable as normal furniture, and more importantly, more comfortable than the floor - and arranged his body in obedient form, watching Miles finish toweling his shoulders and move about the room.
Even after all their time together, it was impossible not to appreciate his husband's body.
Watching Miles naked - especially knowing what was to come - was a delectable treat.
Miles raised his arms over his head in a slow, deliberate stretch, showing off softly defined abs under creamy skin, and his strong pecs with a light dusting of ashen chest hair.
His broad shoulders and bulging tattooed biceps were a gay man's wet dream, with his formidable, well-muscled back to match.
Miles turned to show it off as he moved to where he'd left the cuffs on the bed.
"I can feel you eyefucking me, husband," Miles said teasingly, glancing back over his shoulder with a smile.
"Just eye-licking you at the moment," Darren said, gaze moving over his husband's well-muscled thighs and tight ass. "Will you allow me to pamper you with honey dust, Sir?"
Miles tossed the canister of honey dust into the air and caught it again. "I thought this was supposed to be your reward?"
"Worshiping your flawless body would be the most delectable reward."
"You mean objectifying my hot body?" Miles smirked.
It was incredible to see how his husband had grown confident in the bedroom, though he was a playful dom when they switched roles.
Very different from the dom Darren wanted to teach him to be with their future subs.
But Darren wouldn't have it any other way; it felt right, and warm, and sweet.
It wouldn't give Miles the same experience as dominating a dedicated submissive - which was one of the reasons Darren wanted so badly to find the right sub for Miles - but that didn't make it a lesser experience. Just different.
It was right for them.
Miles gave a soft hum of consideration, then set the tin down again, pulling up the timer app on his phone. "Alright, then. You can have ten minutes. Since you've been so very good." He leaned back against the wall, reclining with his arms up behind his head.
Darren lost no time in making tracks to him, grabbing the feather tickler and dipping it in the sweet dust. He could do ten minutes.
Sinking to the floor, he drew it up his husband's well-defined calf along the lines of his muscle, then back down.
He did the same to the other before moving on to his thighs.
He would have liked to take his time with it, conscientiously applying the dust over every part of his skin.
But even ten years wouldn't have been long enough to give Miles's body the worship it deserved, so he'd need to be strategic.
And perhaps, if he applied himself, he could get Miles to lose track of the time.
It was satisfying to watch his husband's thick cock twitch harder as he drew the feathers up his thigh alongside it, prudently staying clear.
Even soft, Miles was impressively large, and his mouth watered at the thought of having this thick cock between his lips.
But he'd cultivated more than enough restraint in his life to hold off.
Instead he brushed the dust over the bare skin just above the short-trimmed curls that framed Miles's cock, smiling as his husband's stomach tensed and twitched under the stimulation.
"You have a beautiful body, Sir," he teased, looking up at Miles through his eyelashes. He drew the brush up the midline of his stomach, following it with his fingers. The honey dust was even finer than he remembered, his caress gliding over Miles's skin like silk. "It's such a treat to touch you."
Miles watched his caresses with a smile. "Well, you were a very brave boy earlier. You deserve a treat."
Darren nuzzled his stomach, still staying carefully clear of his cock as he danced the brush under Miles's strong pectorals, then over them, teasing his nipples.
Turning his head, he let his breath tease against his cock, now curving proudly upwards.
Impeccably proportioned to his husband's well-muscled body, his thick shaft was flushed with arousal, precum already pearling at the tip.
"Such a beautiful cock to go with such a beautiful body.
May I do more than just touch you, Sir?"
"You have ten minutes," Miles agreed, inclining his head permissively.
"Yes, Sir." Darren licked a slow line up his thigh, moaning against his skin.
The light sweetness of the honey dust was decadent over the taste of Miles's skin.
He licked up towards his cock, then curved aside at the last moment, tracing the line of his iliac furrow and mouthing kisses up his stomach instead.
A soft grunt escaped Miles's throat at the tease. To his credit, he said nothing, watching quietly as Darren continued his ministrations.
He had to stand to really lavish attention on Miles's pecs, anointing them liberally with the feather brush and smiling as his nipples hardened even more under the stimulation.
He couldn't help but set the brush aside just to fill both hands with the curves of his husband's muscles, caressing and squeezing his pecs and teasing his nipples with the palms of his hands.
Standing gave him a clearer view of the timer on Miles's phone as he picked up the brush again, and after some consideration, Darren decided to push his luck.
If he stretched out his worship just long enough, perhaps Miles would let him continue.
Or perhaps he'd be punished for his insolence. Perhaps, if he were lucky, both.
He took his time teasing Miles with the tickler, brushing honey dust up both arms, over his shoulders, along his collarbones, and throat.
Then, setting down the brush again, he ran his hands up both of Miles's arms, caressing his biceps with a low, pleased moan.
He pressed their chests together as he did, skin sliding easily over Miles's with the dust between them, nipples brushing his own.
Being pressed so close to his husband's body, entirely focused on him, felt entirely hedonistic.
Darren traced the line of his collarbone with his mouth, sucking and nuzzling up his neck.
Then he leaned down to draw a wide stripe over one nipple with his tongue, groaning and starting to kiss and suckle first one, then the other.
"My strong, flawless husband," Darren groaned.
He knew just how rough to be to make Miles gasp, hips canting towards him.
Miles's cock brushed his stomach, but Darren prudently held himself back despite the temptation to rut against him.
"Could put me in my place any time he wanted.
Just throw me into bed and rail me hard with this huge cock. "
"I'm glad you recognize that," Miles rumbled, hissing softly as Darren worried a nipple with his teeth. "Pet..."
"My beautiful Master," Darren breathed, grabbing the brush again.
He glanced at the timer. A minute left.
Perfect. Time to put the last part of his plan into action.
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