Chapter 20
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“ I t kind of feels like all that nonsense with Zack was days ago or something, right?” Leo put an arm around Chrissy and leaned back into the leather seats. Calling Teddy had been a good idea; they could relax on their way back to Brooklyn, which on a Friday night could be quite a drive.
It wasn’t days ago; it was hours ago, and he’d been working to shake it—or convince Chrissy he’d shaken it—ever since.
“Either that or it hasn’t happened yet, you know?” Chrissy kissed his knuckles.
He nodded. “Or that. Dinner was good.”
“It was. It’s sort of our place, isn’t it? I mean, they threw them out for us.”
That made him happy, the ownership Chrissy felt, the sense of belonging. “They did. Our community is supportive and healthy, and if someone can’t be a part of that, then they have no place.”
“I hear you. We needed that, though. We needed support.”
“We did. I did, more than I realized. Worrying about you threw me off my game more than I would have expected.”
“I can handle myself, Sir. You have my word.”
“Of course you can. But can and should are different things, boy. You’re mine to look after, and I will worry if I want to.” He made that last bit sound particularly self-righteous.
Chrissy waggled his eyebrows, pushing him—gently, sure, but pushing nonetheless. “Will you, now?”
“I will.” Leo dropped his tone, playing along. “And you will like it.”
Chrissy hummed softly, licking his lips. “I can’t wait to see…”
“Maybe you won’t see. Maybe I’ll blindfold you so all you can do is feel.” He liked these games with his boy. They relaxed him, made him feel free and easy.
Chrissy’s lips parted, and he loved the little moment of shock. He loved that he could do that.
“Mm. That’s a plan, then.” He turned his lips to Chrissy’s ear. “What else? Something else we haven’t tried?”
“You expect me to think? With your lips right there? Teasing me?”
He nipped at the tip of his boy’s ear. They both knew this was about not thinking. “No? What’s the matter?”
“What’s the matter is that you make my eyes cross.”
“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry. Shall I stop?” He rested his hand on Chrissy’s thigh.
“Nope.” Chrissy chuckled and leaned in close. “I sure as fuck don’t want you to.”
He laughed and squeezed his boy’s shoulder. “No, you don’t.” He liked it that way, Chrissy knew he liked it that way, but he wouldn’t ever come right out and admit it.
Chrissy grinned at him, those eyes twinkling. “Been a wild day, hasn’t it?”
Wild seemed like an understatement. “It was a big day for you. You’re official now. Everyone knows your mine.”
“Yeah? You leaving your mark on me, Sir?”
“Perhaps. That’s a good idea.” He knew how to draw up a mark. But now he was thinking something more permanent too. “Somewhere discreet so work won’t be an issue, but obvious enough to you and me?”
Chrissy smiled at him. “So long as I don’t have facial ink, I’ll be safe, but yes. I’m yours.”
“Damn. I really wanted to put my name on your forehead.” He snorted. He couldn’t even say that with a straight face.
“That would be weird, and what would we do if we ended up in witness protection?” Oh, his boy was quick.
“Oh, good point. With your temper, that is definitely a possibility.”
“Right? I can pop off without a second’s warning.” Chrissy’s lips twisted. “Boom.”
“Boom.” He couldn’t contain his laughter enough to make the obvious joke, which was just as well because the car pulled over and stopped, and Teddy’s voice came over the intercom.
“We’re here, Sir, if you’re ready.”
“Oh.” He glanced at his boy. “I think we’re ready.”
“Yes, thank you. I’m ready to be home.” Chrissy squeezed his hand. “I bet you are too.”
He took a breath and nodded, so grateful for the way Chrissy understood him. Teddy opened the door for them, and he climbed out, offering Chrissy a hand.
They headed upstairs, not saying a word, but not having to either. It was comfortable and easy. Right.
This life they were building between them was right.
They were greeted by Dot and Spot who hopped down from their perches and ran to greet them at the door, wailing as if they hadn’t eaten in days.
“Oh, my poor little ones! Are you starving?” Chrissy scooped them up, humming and nuzzling them.
Okay, that was adorable.
Taking Chrissy to see the kittens had been a stroke of genius, if Leo did say so himself. They’d helped him earn his boy’s trust, in fact. He was happy to have them around.
“You never feed them, obviously.”
“Never. I’m the worse kitty daddy in history.”
“Naughty.” He laughed, following Chrissy to the food bowls. “I’ll add that to your paddles for tonight.”
“Naughty? Moi?” Chrissy fluttered those long eyelashes as he grabbed the kibbles.
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom. Wash your hands, please.” He snorted and headed for the bedroom. He needed to find that blindfold.
“Are you suggesting I’d come to you with icky kitty food fingers?” Chrissy hollered after him.
Oh, little shit.
“I’m suggesting you reply with ‘yes, Sir’ actually. That’s… we’ll call it four.” He grinned happily. Did Chrissy deserve four? Did it matter?
No. No, it did not.
He opened the bottom drawer of his dresser and pulled out a couple of blindfolds, opting for a simple soft one that he was sure would make Chrissy’s little hedonist heart happy.
He was going to make his boy’s ass a rosy red, then maybe bind that pretty cock, make his boy beg for it.
Or cage it first.
Then maybe have a nice ride and leave his boy wrung out and sweaty.
“I am a super genius,” he said, as Chrissy came back into the room.
“Well, they say that veterinary school is harder than medical school, so I don’t doubt that for a second.”
His laugh sounded a little evil and he was okay with that. “Strip, please.”
“Yes, Sir.” Chrissy licked his lips and started undressing, sweet and slow, teasing him.
He watched, frankly and openly, allowing the tease, enjoying it.
There was something so erotic, knowing this belonged totally and solely to him. No one else had ever seen this version of Chrissy. No one ever would.
“Mmm. My boy. So beautiful,” he whispered as Chrissy dropped the last of his clothes on the floor. Leo admired for a minute and gave Chrissy a smile before stepping in close and showing his boy the blindfold he’d chosen. “I’m going to tie this over your eyes; are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” Chrissy smiled at him, and he saw no worry, nothing but an easy trust, a hint of heat.
“Good boy. How many paddles did you earn yourself today?”
“I’m not sure—five, maybe. I wasn’t counting for a chunk of the day.”
“Good. So the five you remember and five for not counting. And… five more because I want to.” He tied the blindfold in place and dropped his hands to Chrissy’s hips.
“We were a little busy for a chunk of the day, remember.” Pushy, pushy.
“A sub is never too busy to follow his Master’s rules,” he teased right back and turned Chrissy around, steering him to the spot they’d designated in their room for their evening ritual.
“My Master loves me.” And Chrissy knew it, Leo had zero doubt.
He’d made sure of it.
“I do. And after the day we’ve had and the stress, it can’t hurt to remind you how much.” He picked up the paddle Chrissy seemed to like best. It was heavy and made a loud noise, but it was wide enough to burn more than sting. His boy liked that burn, and it turned Chrissy’s pale skin a pretty deep red without leaving marks. “Reach for the wall. I’ve got the black paddle, boy.”
“Mmm… so good to me, Sir. Thank you.” Chrissy braced himself, that muscled little hard body offered right over.
He stroked his hands over Chrissy’s skin, starting at his boy’s shoulders and working his way down to squeeze that perfect ass. “So now we let the day go. It’s just you and me now. No more obligations, no phones, no stress, nobody and nothing but us.”
“Just you and me, and what we make together. Yes, Sir.” Chrissy pushed back in his hands.
“Good boy. We’ll get started.” He took a breath and made sure his focus was where he wanted it to be. Where it should be. He picked the paddle back up and touched it to his boy’s ass, so Chrissy would understand what he couldn’t see, then started with a few light warmup taps. “Breathe, remember. And focus on me.”
Chrissy nodded, wetting his lips. “Promise.”
“You count. Five at a time.” He laid in the first five fast and hard.
“O-one? Is that right?” Chrissy tensed, his hips just beginning to roll.
He chuckled. He hadn’t given Chrissy time to breathe, let alone count. “Close enough. Next five.”
He took these more slowly, savoring them, offering his boy measured, even strokes as he felt himself relax and everything but his boy just melt away.
“Mmm… ten, Sir. So good.” His boy was right there with him.
He nodded. Five for his boy, five for him, and the last five would be for them both. “You don’t have to count anymore.” Let the boy lose himself a little, just feel.
Chrissy grunted out his agreement, the whimper soft as hell. That sweet ass met every single one of the final blows.
He admired as he caught his breath, feeling great. Strong. Full. Happy.
He set the paddle aside and moved in close to his boy, listening to Chrissy’s heavy breaths. “My good boy.”
“Yours, Master.” Chrissy panted hard. “Swear to God.”
“Mine. I’ve got you. You’re my good boy.” He slipped a hand along Chrissy’s hip and wrapped his hand around his boy’s hot prick.
“Oh, fuck yes…” Chrissy cried out, legs parting as he braced himself.
“Does my good boy deserve a reward? I think he does.”
“I’m yours. You know I’ve been good for you, Sir.”
“You have.” Even when Chrissy wanted to push him, he was good. “I have something new for you.”
Their early-evening meal meant that they still had plenty of evening ahead of them to play, and he planned to keep Chrissy in bed all morning too. He helped Chrissy straighten up, then moved him carefully to the bed, letting the suspense build on purpose. Chris couldn’t see, and wasn’t going to see for a while. “How is the blindfold? Too tight? Comfortable?”
“It’s so soft. I didn’t think it would feel good on my skin.”
He gave himself a little mental pat on the back for making a good choice. “Did it change atonement for you at all?” He helped Chrissy stretch out on the bed and bent his knees up, giving him a view of those red ass cheeks and Chrissy’s pretty cock, bobbing between the boy’s thighs.
“Honestly, Master, I was—I needed this. Your will and your hand to push all the shit of the day away. I don’t have a way to answer that.”
“You just did. You were honest. That’s a good answer.” He moved to his chest and pulled out some soft, narrow, bondage rope. “I needed it too. I want us to stay connected this weekend. We deserve that, and I think we’ll both feel great by Sunday.”
“Yes, Sir. That sounds perfect. Absolutely perfect. You spoil me rotten.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Chrissy might forgive him for this. He braced one knee on the bed between his boy’s thighs and started wrapping, separating Chrissy’s balls with the rope as he bound them.
Chrissy’s head tilted, and his boy tried to look at him. That was adorable.
“Relax, boy.” He grinned and didn’t explain. He just kept going, slowly working the soft rope, weaving it around his boy’s balls.
“Trying. You’ve sure got me.” Chrissy licked his lips, panting softly.
“Mhm.” He did, and he was enjoying himself. “Since you can’t see, let me tell you about it. I am looking at your rosy red ass while I bind your balls and your lovely, hard cock in black rope. Can you picture that? Because it’s got me aching for your mouth, which is what I’m planning next.”
Chrissy’s moan made him feel ten thousand feet tall, and the way that bound cock throbbed proved that he was right to bind before he started talking.
“Almost done here.” He stroked a hand down his boy’s bound shaft, then tied off the top and wove the end in, making a pretty little sculpture for him to look at. “You will stay nice and hard for me, boy.”
Chrissy wriggled for him, those muscled legs working as if he was searching for friction. “Oh, fuck…”
“Maybe tomorrow. Not tonight.” Not that he could keep the poor boy bound for long. Chrissy would just have to figure the rest out himself.
Poor boy. It was good to be Dom.
“So mean to me…” Chrissy licked his lips, over and over.
“I could say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.” He gave that pink ass a slap and smoothed his hand over the skin to make it burn.
Chrissy whimpered, hands sliding down his belly, dragging over his skin toward his cock.
“Nope.” He steered Chrissy’s fingers away and moved to sit on the bed, leaning up against the headboard where he could watch his boy. He reached for one of Chrissy’s hands and pressed it against his thigh to give his boy a compass. “Come up here and give me that mouth, boy. No hands. Just your mouth.”
Chrissy made a grumpy little sound, but that smile proved all was well, and it didn’t take anything for that tongue to slide up his shaft.
That was sweet as hell, and he was going to enjoy it. “Clever even when you can’t see.”
“Mmhmm…” Instead of finding the sensitive tip of his cock, Chrissy slid back down, that tongue taunting him as it headed toward his balls.
Oh, hell yeah. He sighed and bent his knees enough to give Chrissy more room.
Chrissy nipped right at the base of his cock, then tugged at the skin of his sac with his lips, offering him a sweet sting.
He couldn’t help the strangled sound he made. “Naughty,” Leo whispered, loving every second of it. He had no hope of keeping count, but he couldn’t wait to give the boy some paddles for this.
“Mmhmm.” Chrissy was absolutely not sorry.
In fact, that hum was wicked as he teased and lapped at Leo’s balls.
He groaned. “You’re in so much trouble, but don’t stop.”
Chrissy then carefully enveloped his ball in a deep, amazing heat.
He was starting to regret binding up that cock, but not enough to untie it yet. Tomorrow. They could both wait for tomorrow.
Chrissy hummed, tongue sliding over his ball, jostling him almost too hard.
His toes curled, and his cock jerked. He dropped a hand to Chrissy’s head and tangled his fingers in his boy’s hair, tugging just enough to remind the boy who he was.
Of course, that made Chrissy moan, deep in his chest, and that vibrated just right.
“Damn, boy. Enough teasing,” he said with more of a growl than he’d intended.
It earned him a full-body shiver, though. “Are you sure, Sir?”
“Brat!” He tugged on Chrissy’s hair just hard enough to lift the boy’s head a little. “Put that disrespectful mouth to work on my cock before it gets you in even more trouble.”
The mouth in question pursed in the cutest little pout, and then his boy started working his way up Leo’s shaft.
He didn’t have to hide the amused look on his face; Chrissy couldn’t have seen it. It didn’t last long anyway, as his attention turned back to his boy’s perfect tongue, circling the tip of his cock. He groaned as Chrissy began to fuck the slit.
“Fuck.” He shivered and arched, shoving his cock past Chrissy’s tongue, demanding more.
Everything that he asked for, Chrissy gave. It was amazing and it made him ache.
He tried to make himself settle, but he couldn’t. He wanted this so desperately that he let himself go, rocking up off the bed to take his boy’s mouth.
Chrissy let him in, throat and tongue and lips working together to drive him crazy.
“Boy—” The strangled word was more of a grunt and not much of a warning. His ass clenched as he shot, his whole body going tense for a long moment before trembling as he relaxed back into the bed.
Chrissy cleaned him, a soft moan vibrating around his cock, so sweet.
“Come here, boy.” He reached for Chrissy’s arm, tugging the boy up. He was going to have to untie that binding rope before he crashed.
“Mmhmm…” Chrissy snuggled right into him with a sigh.
He took a kiss. “That was wonderful, boy. Thank you.”
“You’re more than welcome, Master. You’re delicious.”
“As are you.” He rolled Chrissy gently, placing the boy on his back and cupping those pretty bound balls. “This was fun, but it can’t stay on much longer.”
“Mmm… You have me, and I know it.”
“That’s right, boy.” He got to work, very slowly loosening the rope, unwinding it and freeing his boy’s stiff cock and heavy balls. “Mm. Pretty.”
Chrissy panted, cheeks flushed a deep rose, lips parted and damp. The passion was clear as day, breathtaking.
“Good boy.” He bent and kissed the tip. “Is this something you can manage until tomorrow and still sleep? Be honest, please.” He wanted Chrissy to rest. This was meant to be fun, not actual torture.
Chrissy kissed him gently. “Mmm… I don’t promise not to snuggle with intention in my sleep, Sir, but I’ll try.”
He chuckled. “Good boy.” He tossed the rope on the floor and climbed back up where Chrissy could snuggle all he liked.
That pretty cock was like a brand, hard and throbbing. But his good boy was going to do everything he asked.
Like always.