Chapter 21 – Richard
I hated being on the other side of the fence.
I wanted to grab Dave, hold him, and tell him how proud I was of him, but I couldn’t.
Instead, I had to stand with the team and just whisper ‘I love you’ so only he could hear.
Then I had to wait too many damn hours till I could be alone with him.
But finally I was here, about to knock on the door to his suite.
Jasper had seen me constantly looking at my watch, and when he questioned me, I told him that I was waiting to go and celebrate with Dave, and that I had agreed to spend the whole night with him.
Jasper had slapped me on the back, and said it was about damn time, and that he would cover for me in the morning. To make the most of our time together.
I only have to knock once before the door swings open, and there he is. Standing with the biggest smile on his face. Rushing forward, I pull him into my arms, and up off the floor, twirling around, causing him to squeal.
“There he is,” I say. “My world champion.” As I place him back on the floor.
“Oh, I love hearing that. World champion,” Dave replies.
“It’s deserved,” I tell him, because it really is. “But how are you feeling? How are your legs?”
“My legs feel good. I feel good.”
“And what time are you leaving tomorrow?” Wondering how long we have together before he has to leave for Qatar.
“I think that Vincent arranged for Monday morning. I think he hoped that the team might be celebrating.”
“So, we have the whole night, and all of tomorrow?” I ask.
“Yes, but I’m going to have to celebrate with the team at some point. Jasper, with Daniel’s help, covered for me tonight.”
Hearing this, a laugh escapes me and David looks over, giving me a quizzical look.
“Jasper said he would cover for me in the morning,” I explained.
“That man,” Dave sighs.
Dave takes a step towards me, and wraps his arms around my neck, and locks his lips with mine. His tongue licking the seam of my lips, asking me to open up for him, which I do willingly. I have needed him.
Breaking the kiss, he takes a step back, and I see his stance change. He’s no longer my boyfriend, he’s my Dom, and I bow my head, so I’m looking at the floor, awaiting his instructions. I hadn’t realised I had been so tense until I gave over control to him. My whole body relaxes.
“You are not to talk, unless instructed by me,” he starts.
I stay silent.
“Answer me to confirm you understand,” Dave commands.
“Yes, baby,” I responded, not looking up at him.
“Undress for me. Slowly.”
Unusual for me, I had decided to wear one of the team’s shirts today, instead of the polo, and God, I’m glad I did.
Pulling the shirt out of my trousers, I unbutton the cuffs first, and slowly work my way down the front.
Dave circles around me, watching me. Not doing anything until I drop my shirt on the floor, when he then runs a finger over one shoulder, around my back, then over the other shoulder, before running it down the front of my chest. Stopping at the button of my trousers, and popping it open, he slips his hand inside, taking hold of my dick, and all my blood rushes south.
“I love it when I feel you get hard in my hand,” Dave says, as he rubs the tip of my dick, and places a kiss in the centre of my chest, “All your marks have gone. Do you wish to be marked, again?”
“Yes, baby,” I mutter, the words tumbling from my mouth. I have missed seeing those marks. The signs that I belonged to someone. Belong to him.
“I told you not to talk,” Dave says, “But I am going to allow it this time. Now take your trousers off, and boxers, and then go to the bedroom.”
I do as he commands, and he didn’t tell me to do it slowly, so I take my clothes off in record time, and dash to the bedroom, stopping in my tracks at the sight. How the fuck did he manage that? Then I realised, Jasper.
All the bedclothes have been pulled back and there is just one single pillow in the centre of the bed.
But what makes me smile, is that on each side of the bed is a black rope, with a leather cuff on the end, and it’s only as I get closer, that I see the rope goes under the mattress.
We have never used cuffs before, and I can’t wait to feel them on my wrists.
“Get on the bed, stretch out your arms.” A command comes from behind.
Getting onto the bed, I move to the centre and stretch out my arms, and finally look over to Dave, and see him standing there naked, and I’m a little disappointed that I have missed him taking his clothes off.
The moment I’m settled, he throws a bottle of lube onto the bed next to me, before climbing onto the bed.
He straddles my waist, where he grinds his dick into mine before leaning over and grabbing one of the leather cuffs, tying it around my wrist. He does the same to the other one, and I feel the slight stretch in my arms.
“These won’t mark you,” Dave confirms, and I’m hit with disappointment, but I also know why he did it. Vegas in November isn’t warm, by American standards, but by Brit standards it is. So we have all been in short sleeves during the day.
Dave starts to place kisses down my chest, and I feel him take my nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth, before letting it go, and blowing on it gently, and I feel the goosebumps travel over my skin.
“You are always so responsive to me,” Dave mumbles, as he places more kisses on my chest, before taking my other nipple into his mouth.
As he lets go of my nipple, I feel his lips on my pec and he is sucking and gently biting the skin. Marking me for the first time in weeks, and I want to scream out. But I’m not allowed to talk, and so I tighten my hands around the rope.
Dave continues to place marks all over my chest. I think that I have counted about five so far, and he makes his way down my body. Then his nose is in my groin, and I feel him taking a deep breath, then his tongue is running up my length as he takes me in one move.
He swirls his tongue around my head and then he’s moving gently, sucking as he travels up and down my length, and my God it feels good, but all the stimulation means that I can feel my orgasm starting to build.
The last place I want to come, at the moment, is down Dave’s throat.
I’m not sure if he senses it, or if he’s just denying my orgasm, but he lets my dick go with one final lick.
“After some of the shit you pulled this week, I was going to deny you an orgasm,” Dave states, and I want to protest, but I can’t. And if I’m to be denied, then I’m going to have to live with it.
“But you were right, and I need to feel you come around me,” Dave adds. “Do I need to prep you?”
“Yes, baby,” I confirm.
Dave picks up the lube bottle, popping open the lid, and squeezing some over his fingers.
He then picks up one of my legs, pushes it against my body, and pushes one of his fingers inside of me.
Slowly, making sure that my body adjusts.
Only when his finger is fully seated does he begin to slide in and out of me.
I feel the stretch as he adds a second finger.
This time, Dave doesn’t go as slowly, and the slight burn as my skin stretches is amazing, but I don’t want to feel his fingers anymore.
I know I’m not prepped enough, but I need to feel Dave’s dick stretching me, though I have no way of telling him.
Finally, Dave removes his fingers, and drops my leg, before picking up the lube bottle, popping the lid open, and squeezing some over his hands.
I look over as he wipes it all over his dick.
He positions himself between my legs, and then picks them up one at a time, bending them back onto my body, then pushing inside me.
The feel of him is everything, and I grip the rope tighter, it’s the only way I can stop myself from screaming out. God, he feels good. Just like with his fingers, he takes his time, his dick is thicker than even two of his fingers put together.
When he is fully seated, he begins to move, sliding in and out of me.
Then I feel a hand letting go of one of my legs, and wrapping around my dick.
I try to keep the leg bent in the same position as he starts pumping me in time with his movement.
Holding the rope is no longer enough, and a moan falls from my lips.
“I told you no sound,” Dave states over to me, and I bite my lip to stop myself saying anything more.
Dave increases his movement, and my orgasm starts to build, the force of Dave on my legs stops me from moving, and it’s delicious agony, until I’m finally coming.
Covering his hands, and shooting up over my chest. My body clenches around him, pushing him over the edge.
He is filling me up, before collapsing onto my chest, not caring that it’s covered in my cum.
We both lay there, breathing hard as we come down, and then he looks up at me, his eyes alight with what I can only describe as love.
“That was definitely the best way to celebrate,” Dave breathes out.
At this moment, I hate that my wrists are still bound in the cuffs, because all I want to do is wrap them around Dave, hold him close to me, and never let him go. We lay together for a few more minutes before he pushes himself off me, and carefully pulls out.
“I’m going to clean us up, and then I will remove the cuffs,” he says, and he walks over to the en-suite, flicking on the light switch.
I hear the water running before he comes out with a few towels in his hand.
Coming over, he runs a damp one over my chest and my arse before dropping it on the floor.
“Lift yourself up. I have a towel for the wet spot,” Dave adds.