Part Seven Yours Sincerely #4
Scott had to get up. He had to be able to face Joe so he could work out how to fix everything. It was Scott’s only hope of keeping his sanity.
Joe pressed down even more firmly against the small of his back, refusing to give him permission to rise.
Scott shook his head. Scrabbling at the floor with his fingertips, he kicked out against thin air, desperate for some sort of leverage. The chair legs scraped against the floor again.
“Enough!”
The word kicked down the door and forced its way into Scott’s senses. It grabbed that part of him that so desperately needed to please Joe and shook it by the shoulders. Scott froze. He gasped for breath, still draped face down over Joe’s lap.
“I’m going to help you stand up,” Joe said. “But you’re not going to make any movements I don’t tell you to make. Understand?”
Scott nodded. The room moved around Scott as Joe guided him onto his feet. The room was blurry. Scott’s knees trembled as he risked a glance at Joe’s face.
For some reason, Joe was blurry too.
There was no smudged helmet-visor to blame this time. Scott lifted a hand to his eyes, wondering if being upside down had somehow distorted his sight.
His knuckles came away from his eyes wet. He was crying.
Joe stood up. Before Scott even had a chance to swipe at his face and wipe away any evidence of such mortifying silliness, Joe wrapped his arms around him.
Scott parted his lips to apologise, but a surprised yelp replaced any words he might have hoped to utter when he found himself tossed unceremoniously over Joe’s shoulder.
The back of Scott’s thighs burned as Joe gripped the recently abused skin. Each bit of flesh sent frantic signals racing through Scott’s body. Endorphins and adrenaline sprinted through his veins.
His heart raced, his head spun—and Scott was reasonably sure that was only partly due to the fact he was once more upside down.
Walls rushed past Scott on either side. Trying to both wipe his eyes and cling to Joe for grim death, Scott didn’t gain any sort of impression of the space they moved through.
As suddenly as he’d picked Scott up, Joe dropped him.
Scott’s arms flailed. He tried to cling to empty air. “What the—?”
He bounced as he landed on a firm mattress. It might as well have been a bed of nails against Scott’s flaming arse. Instinct kicked in. He swiftly rolled onto his stomach.
Wiping his eyes once more, Scott cleared his vision well enough to take in his surroundings.
Bed. Wardrobe. Lots of complicated looking leather bondage gear.
He was in Joe’s bedroom. And suddenly it was obvious why Joe couldn’t afford a sofa for his living room.
Every penny Joe made obviously went straight into his toy collection.
Scott gawped, slack-jawed, at the three rows of black leather toys hanging on the wall alongside Joe’s bed.
“I didn’t bring you in here to admire the scenery.” Joe nudged impatiently at Scott’s hip. “Move over.”
Obediently wriggling toward the other side of the bed, Scott turned his attention to the one thing a sub might reasonably find even more fascinating than a room full of leather—a naked dom. A naked Joe.
* * * * *
Joe picked up a pillow and tossed it against the headboard. Leaning against it, he stretched his legs out toward the foot of the bed, but he didn’t turn his attention toward Scott straight away. He made a point of giving Scott a few moments to catch his breath while he made himself comfortable.
Even when he finally turned toward Scott, Joe didn’t pressure him to meet his gaze.
For several minutes, Joe was happy to admire the fine blush that he’d spread across Scott’s arse.
A spanking looked good on him. If Scott’s flourishing hard-on had been anything to go by, the spanking had felt good while it was being administered too.
Finally, Joe judged the moment right. He caught Scott’s eye.
Scott quickly dropped his gaze. There were still tears clinging to his lashes.
Joe beckoned Scott toward his side of the super-sized bed. “Come here.”
Scott crawled across to him.
Joe brushed his thumb across Scott’s cheek, wiping away some of the lingering moisture.
Scott immediately tried to pull away. “I’m n-not crying.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m n-not. I—”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Joe cut in.
But Scott wasn’t listening. He shook his head. “No, I’m not. It d-d-didn’t even hurt that much!”
Joe folded his arms across his chest. He’d already discovered that Scott was one of those men whose brain connected directly to his lips when he was flying high on endorphins.
He was pretty sure that Scott had no idea what he’d blurted out while being spanked.
Nothing had been too personal or too embarrassing for Scott to share with his lover then.
And now, Joe was perfectly willing to wait out another round of babbling if that’s what he needed to do.
As Scott kept talking, Joe tuned out his lies and watched his lips instead.
He had a beautiful mouth, and it wasn’t fair to expect Scott to control it right then.
There was no control in Scott now, and no desire to control anyone either.
Soon, he’d learn to hand command of himself over to Joe and everything would change, but, for now, Joe simply watched Scott take his first shaky steps into his submission, and smiled.
Gradually, Scott came to a stuttering stop. He stared at a centre point on Joe’s chest as if the little patch of skin over his sternum might have all the answers to his questions.
Joe kept his breaths slow and even, just in case Scott was paying attention to that. “The word you’re looking for is intense,” Joe said, as the silence stretched out. “It felt intense.”
Scott glanced up at him.
Joe wiped the last of the tears from beneath Scott’s eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I’d be more worried if you hadn’t shown any reaction. And I know that these are very different than the kind of tears someone cries when they’re upset.”
Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed rapidly. “Th-thank you…”
Joe pushed his hands through Scott’s hair. Tugging him up the bed, Joe brought their mouths together.
Scott gasped into the kiss, apparently more than a little shocked by it. Joe buried his hands deeper in Scott’s hair, holding him still until he was sure that Scott would keep his head in place of his own volition.
Soon, Scott was lost in the kiss. Joe slid his hands down Scott’s body and settled them on Scott’s freshly reddened arse.
The moan Scott let out went straight to Joe’s cock; so did the way Scott bucked his hips. Joe pulled Scott down more firmly against his body. Scott pushed his arse back into Joe’s hands, then thrust forward, rubbing their cocks together. “Please,” Scott whimpered into the kiss.
“Tell me what you want.”
Scott groaned. He dug his fingers into Joe’s shoulders as he seemed to scramble for the right words. Finally, he pulled away from the kiss—just an inch. “Screw me. P-please, screw me.” He spoke loudly and clearly, there was no need for Joe to make him repeat the request.
In one movement, Joe rolled them both over.
Pushing Scott onto his back, he pinned him down against the bed.
Scott jerked as his arse hit the bed sheet.
It was as if the soft cotton had completed an electrical circuit that had lain dormant inside Scott’s body for years.
He tensed with pleasure, until his whole body became as stiff as his cock.
Joe caught hold of Scott’s ankles. Pushing his knees back toward his shoulders, Joe lifted Scott’s sore arse off the bed.
Scott looked up at him, his eyes open very wide with shock.
It was a moment before he seemed to catch up with events.
Grabbing hold of his knees, Scott took over holding his legs back.
That left Joe’s hands free. He grabbed a condom and a tube of lube from the shelf beneath the mirror hanging on the wall above his bed.
Quickly sheathing his cock in latex, he slicked the entire length of his erection with a generous coating of lube.
Smearing more lube onto his fingers, he quickly worked two digits deep inside Scott, moving as fast as he thought Scott could handle.
The second that Scott had relaxed enough to take him, Joe moved Scott’s ankles up onto his shoulders.
Leaning forward, Joe settled his hands on either side of Scott’s body and lined his shaft up with Scott’s waiting arse.
Their eyes met as Joe’s cock kissed Scott’s hole for the first time that night.
Scott stared up at him, unblinking. His breaths were already ragged.
Everything in Scott’s expression begged Joe to hurry up, but Scott didn’t speak.
There were no demands, no orders. As desperate as Scott obviously was, he still seemed to submit to Joe’s decisions as if it was his first and only nature to do so.
Scott gasped as Joe yielded to his silent pleas and finally gave them both exactly what they wanted. Scott’s eyes fell closed as Joe pushed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt and bringing his hips to rest against Scott’s upturned and reddened arse.
Scott seemed to forget how to breathe then. His lips parted, but no sound escaped. Ecstasy transformed Scott’s face into something more beautiful than Joe had ever seen. Joe growled his triumph as he swayed back and thrust deep into Scott again.
There was little Scott could do to compliment Joe’s movements. All he could do was lie there and accept it. That suited Joe perfectly. He’d given Scott pain and been completely in control of every second of it. Now, he needed to be the one who controlled the pleasure Scott received.
Joe stared down, watching bliss and emotions rush across Scott’s face like a whole team of sprinters racing for the finish line.
Scott was his—and he hadn’t been the only one who’d found the spanking intense. With Scott pinned beneath him and almost folded in half by their position, Joe’s need to come was only equalled by a sudden need to protect what was his—and Scott was definitely his.
Joe scrambled for control as he pushed deep inside Scott again. Scott’s arse seemed to be hotter and tighter than ever. From the first thrust, Joe had been on edge, desperate to spill his cum deep inside Scott’s body.
Scott squirmed as he seemed to fight to hold back. But it wasn’t until he looked up at Joe, with mute pleading in his eyes, that Joe was willing to believe that Scott was just as frantic to come as he was.
“Come,” Joe ordered.
Scott, natural submissive that he was, obeyed him without question. On the very next thrust, Scott came. His cum spurted between them, landing in long creamy ropes across both of their chests, and smearing against their skin, as Joe kept going through Scott’s orgasm.
Joe didn’t try to hold back a second longer than that. He came. Fireworks whizzed through his veins and exploded behind his eyes. Pretty coloured Catherine wheels, and even more beautiful firecrackers filled with ecstasy, took over his world.
As suddenly as it had begun, the fireworks display ended.
All of Joe’s strength drained away. Somehow, he managed to stop himself collapsing on top of Scott, but only just. He used his last scraps of energy to roll over onto his back, dragging Scott with him so he could keep his cock buried in his arse a little while longer.
Time passed. They gradually caught their breath, and Joe carefully parted their bodies, but he stopped Scott short when he would have moved away.
Scott made no protest against the decision. He didn’t need any extra encouragement to rest against Joe’s chest.
Sliding his hands down Scott’s back, Joe rested his hands on Scott’s arse, just as he had when they first lay in the bed together.
Pressing his head back into his pillow in a lethargic effort to get a better view, Joe studied Scott’s face. His eyes were closed; he looked impossibly angelic for a man who had just been screwed to within an inch of his life.
“Thank you,” Scott murmured. He sounded as if he was already more than half-asleep. He snuggled into Joe’s body as he spoke, seemingly desperate for contact and reassurance after his first taste of pain.
Joe shook his head, wondering how the hell Scott had thought they could have done this scene in the club and gone their separate ways the moment they’d zipped up.
As if reading Joe’s mind, Scott began to lift his head. “Shall I—?”
“Sleep,” Joe ordered.
Scott let out a soft little sigh as he settled comfortably against Joe’s chest again.
Joe stroked his fingers gently down his back.
He’d never seen Scott so at peace before, and Joe had never been so desperate to hold a man—to hold onto a man—in his life.
Looking up at the ceiling, he ran the evening’s events over in his mind.
There were so many things he wanted to do with Scott, it was almost impossible to decide what he wanted to invite him to do next. It was no use looking to Scott for hints of what he’d prefer. Scott wasn’t the kind of man who would ever find it easy to make his desires known to a dom.
Luckily, it wasn’t difficult for Joe to guess what kind of thing Scott would love—even if he was equally sure it was something Scott would always be way too embarrassed to mention.
Joe glanced down at Scott once more. If Scott had chosen to be spanked specifically because he thought it would please him, then it only seemed right that Joe should choose something that Scott would enjoy—even if it was something close to his personal idea of torture.
Joe nodded to himself as he made his decision. If there was one thing he was more certain of by the day, it was that Scott was the kind of sub it would be worth spending a night in purgatory for.