Chapter 12 – David #2
“Was it a rope that you purchased when you got the bed?” Rich nods his head in agreement; it seems like he was trying to recreate Monaco. “Go get it, then.”
Rich walks over to a chest of drawers in the corner, and pulls out a neatly tied up bundle, and brings it over to me. It’s a black nylon rope that is surprisingly soft to the touch. He chose well, but I’m going to have to be careful. This could easily mark his skin.
“Get on the bed.”
Rich climbs onto the bed, settles into the centre, and just lays there, waiting for me.
Completely still. Joining him on the bed, I straddle his waist, grinding my cock into his before I untie the bundle of rope, happy to see that there are two lengths.
Picking up his wrist, I raise it to the corner of the bed and tie it to the metal hoop.
Pulling on the restraint to make sure that it’s secure before repeating the process on the other side.
With Rich now immobilised on the bed, I start to explore his body.
I run kisses down his arms before going down his chest. Taking his nipple in my mouth, I suck, and bite, until I can feel Rich starting to writhe underneath me.
I want to command him to stop, but I’m liking the feel of what I’m doing to him.
Letting go of his nipple, I place a gentle kiss on his pec before I start to suck and nip the skin, leaving my first mark.
I move to the centre of his chest, and leave another mark, and then another on his other pec.
So, he has three all in a neat little row.
I then start trailing kisses up to his neck, and start sucking.
I know that I’m in the wrong spot, that I’m too high, but I don’t care, and carry on.
Sucking until I see the red tint appear, then stopping, I move to place one on his shoulder.
Five marks, that should be enough for him to understand that he only belongs to me.
“Let’s have some fun,” I whisper in his ear, leaning over to the bedside table, and open the top drawer. It’s where Rich keeps the lube. Picking up the bottle, I place it on the bed beside us as I move down his body, taking his dick into my mouth in one go, and I hear a yelp from Rich.
Letting his dick go, I look up to him. “You like that?”
“Yes, baby,” Rich mutters.
“And I’m the only one to do this to you?” As I run my tongue up his length.
“Yes, baby.”
“And you only belong to me?” I demand. These questions don’t tell me who the man is, but they give me the slight piece of mind that Rich is only sleeping with me.
“Just you,” Rich replies.
“Good.”
Sitting up on the bed, I lean over and pick up the bottle of lube, pop open the lid, and squeeze some over my fingers, before I take him in my mouth again.
Running my tongue around his head, I place a finger at his entrance and push inside, straight to the first knuckle, but I only pause for a moment before pushing it in further.
Rich starts to writhe beneath me. Letting go of his dick, I look up to him before saying, “Stay still. You will move when I tell you.” Rich stops instantly, but I’m rewarded with a little whimper from him, and I know that it’s taking all his control not to move.
I take his dick back into my mouth and increase the speed of my finger sliding in and out of him, before I add a second.
The whimpers and moans coming from him increase, and I feel as his body starts to tense. Looks like someone is close.
Nope, I don’t think I’m ready for him to come yet, so I let go of his dick, and remove my fingers.
Sitting back on my heels, I pick up the lube, squeezing a generous amount into my hand before covering my dick.
I probably should prep Rich some more, but I need to be inside him. I’m just going to have to take my time.
Keeping an eye on his breathing, I see when it starts to even out.
Lifting his hips, I place my dick at his entrance and begin to push inside.
He’s tighter than usual, but it feels so good around me.
The tightness of him, the warmth, increases my heart rate.
I don’t think I’m going to last long. But the night is young.
“You may come,” I tell him when I’m fully seated, and begin to move, grabbing his dick with my hand.
My hand matches my rhythm as I slam in and out of him, until I push him over the edge.
He screams out my name, as he comes all over my hand and his chest. His muscles tighten around me, and I fight my own orgasm, so my hand keeps pumping him through his, my thumb running over his sensitised head.
Until finally, I let myself go with one final slam into him.
When my breathing finally evens out, I carefully pull myself out of him, and walk over to a door in the corner that leads into his en-suite bathroom.
Turning on the light, I walk over to the wash basin to clean up my hands, before grabbing some towels, dampening one, and heading back out to Rich, where I clean and dry him off.
“Baby,” Rich says once I’m finished, as he looks over to his restraints.
“Oh, we aren’t finished yet. I saw you today with that man, he knew you, didn’t he?” I say.
“Yes,” Rich confirms. “But it was a long time ago.”
“I see. But you submitted to him.”
“I didn’t mean to. It just happened,” Rich starts.
“Well tonight, I’m going to remind you that you only submit to me. Now, do you have some bottled water in the fridge?”
“Yes, baby.”
I don’t say anything more, we can talk normally in the morning before we go back to HQ. Rich will have a chance to explain exactly who that man is, how he’s now working at Montague Racing, and where we go from here.
“David. What the fuck?” Rich shouts, instantly bringing me out of my sleep.
“What?” Still too tired to understand why Rich is screaming, if we’re not late for work.
“Have you seen this?”
Opening my eyes, I look over to Rich, whose hair is slicked back, still slightly damp from the shower.
He already has his trousers on, and his shirt is virtually buttoned up, but I spot it.
The red mark on the side of his neck. Oh yeah, that, I remember last night thinking that it was higher than it should’ve been.
“Not sorry.” Are the words that come out of my mouth “You submitted to another man, in the middle of the parking lot. Everyone in the office will know that you belong to someone now.”
“You’re kidding, right? I cannot go into the office like this.”
Rich is pissed, and I know that I should apologise, but considering he hasn’t, I don’t plan to.
“Wear a turtleneck?”
“I don’t have an option,” Rich mutters, as he pulls the shirt out from his trousers and unbuttons it, and pulls it off his arms, which is when I spot the other marks, as he goes over to the chest of drawers.
“Stop.” Rich surprisingly listens, and turns towards me. Climbing off the bed, I walk over to him and lift his arms up and see the red welts around his wrists, which would be hidden by a shirt. But they look angrier than anything before.
“Do they hurt? I’m so sorry Rich.” Guilt rushing through me. Why didn’t he get me to stop if I was hurting him?
“Dave.” And he places a finger under my chin to tilt my head up to him. “These, I love. You didn’t hurt me. These, I can hide. But why the neck?”
“I was angry,” I admit. “I didn’t like seeing that.”
“Jasper was a long time ago. He is just someone from my past,” Rich explains.
“Was he someone important?”
Richard doesn’t answer me straight away, which worries me.
“In a way he was, but not in the way that you’re thinking. We were friends.”
“Did you get him the job?”
“No. It was a complete shock. I walked him out to the car park to talk to him. I needed to make sure that he wasn’t going to say anything about our past. I think I might have started to freak out, so Jasper did the one thing he knew he could.”
“And you don’t feel anything for him?”
“I care about him, but in a purely platonic way. The sex we had together was just sex. It’s nothing like what you and I have.”
Finally feeling better, the guy’s name filters into my brain. “What’s Jasper’s surname?”
“Knight. Why?”
The head in the car park, I thought it looked familiar, and I was right. But the last person I expected it to be was him. Staggering over to the bed, I sit down and look up at Rich, whose expression is confused.
“Dave. What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Or heard one,” I mutter.
“What?” Rich says, the confusion clear in his voice.
“Jasper Knight is my ex-boyfriend.”