Chapter Six #2
Phil came up for air. “Be still. I’m in charge of this. This cock belongs to me, all of you belongs to me.”
“Yes, Sir. All of me.”
Phil chuckled from the lust-addled expression Terry radiated back at him.
“That’s my sweet baby.” Phil lazily stroked Terry from root to tip, using the already generous amount of precum leaking from his slit to smooth the way.
“I’m going to do this fast and hard and you’re going to come when I tell you. ”
“Y-yes.” A whimper fell from Terry’s lips as Phil picked up the pace of jacking him. “Oh God, yes.”
Terry trembled and moaned under Phil as his fingers flew over Terry’s prick. “That’s it baby, so close, so very close.” Terry’s eyes rolled back, his thighs tensing, and Phil doubted his boy could hold on any longer. “Give it to me!”
Without breaking rhythm on Terry’s rigid length, Phil clamped down on his neck, biting him hard. Terry shouted out his release as his cock erupted over Phil’s hand. Phil slowed his movements, but continued to milk him, coaxing every drop from his sub. My boy.
Terry struggled in his grasp. “Too much, Master.”
He stilled his hand but didn’t let go. Someday he might force orgasms from Terry, but that wasn’t his goal at the moment—only their connection and commitment. Nothing else mattered.
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“Merry Christmas!” Gerard offered Phil a big smile as he opened the door to his large, modern home in the Hollywood Hills. He glanced at Terry then broke into a wide grin as he returned his attention to Phil. “A very Merry Christmas, indeed.”
Phil grinned in response. “Yes, it is. I apologize for us being late.”
“Well, if there ever was a reason not to be on time, collaring your boy would be one of the best I can think of.”
Gerard stepped to the side of the threshold then gestured for them to come inside.
Terry relinquished the gold foil gift bag to Marco’s care.
The package contained a bottle of a rare Cabernet and a holiday assortment of gourmet chocolates.
Marco set it on the console table in the foyer, so he could also help both him and Terry with their leather jackets.
Phil smiled, noting how the shy Marco’s expression had brightened when Terry handed him the gift.
Phil glanced in the direction of the living room.
Symphonic renditions of classic Christmas carols played in the background and as he surveyed the room, it appeared that he and Terry really had been the last to arrive.
Phil noted that Marty stood off to the side of the spacious area and was doing a terrible job of pretending he wasn’t staring at a delectable sub whom Phil didn’t recognize.
Another sub who was also a stranger to him sat next to Marty’s target and next to him was the person he’d been itching to see all day.
He’d been hoping that his trainer and mentor, Eric, would be true to his word and make it back to the states in time for the last of the holidays.
Eric and Gerard had a long history, and he’d been the one who had vouched for him and Terry when they’d first sought a safe place to play.
Eric shot to his feet and strode toward him.
Phil reached behind himself to search for Terry’s hand.
He gave it a quick squeeze then let go to meet Eric halfway.
Even if Terry knew that he and Eric had never been intimate, Phil understood all about being possessive.
He doubted he’d be very thrilled if another man who had once played with Terry were to show up at Gerard’s—shared intimacy or not.
Even if Terry had never been with anyone as a sub before, Phil could easily imagine what his own reaction would be to such a thing.
They grabbed each other in a hearty embrace, Eric patting him on the back before letting him go. Eric eyed him up and down, shaking his head. “As handsome as always. You look fantastic.”
“Hmmph.”
Although Terry wasn’t standing right behind him Phil knew it had come from his sub. He tried not to roll his eyes, just mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Eric who regarded him with an amused expression.
“Baby? Come here and meet Master Eric, my trainer. I know how important it is to you to make a good impression on him, to make me proud. To prove to him that all his hard work hasn’t been for nothing.”
Although Terry’s eyes were already cast down as per usual when they were at Gerard’s, he’d lowered his head as well, his shoulders almost sagging as though Phil’s words had weighed them down.
He seemed to remember himself before approaching and straightened his posture.
Terry inhaled deeply, then strolled with grace to Phil’s side.
He dropped to his knees before resting on his heels, his hands folded in his lap with his back ramrod straight.
From one extreme to the next. At the same time, he appreciated that Terry had realized how inappropriate his behavior had been—in particular because of who Eric was—and had made the effort to compensate for it.
Eric smiled as he observed Terry. He didn’t have to say a word.
Phil could already tell that Eric approved.
The tiny glimmer of sub in him preened at his former trainer’s response.
“I’m glad to finally meet you, Terry. You’ve made Phil a very happy man.”
Terry’s cheeks flushed. “Thank you, Master Eric. I’m glad to meet you too.”
Nice. For a moment, Phil had been sure Terry was going to continue, but he’d stopped himself before blurting anything else out. Phil rested his palm on Terry’s head to let him know he’d done an excellent job and all was forgiven.
Gerard cleared his throat. “I think Marco could use some help in the kitchen. Would it be all right if Terry went with him?”
“Of course. Baby, would you go with Marco, please?”
“Yes, Master.”
Terry rose to his feet with polish, and once again pride filled him at how well Terry was doing. Before he could get too far away, Phil grabbed his arm and tugged him close. He kissed his cheek then whispered, “Great job. Now go to Marco. I think he actually needs you more than he needs help.”
Terry gave a quick nod, but Phil still sensed some tension in him. It was Christmas, a party. He didn’t want his boy to be uncomfortable. Phil glanced at Gerard and Eric. They were bantering back and forth about something, so Phil decided to find out what was up.
He kept his lips next to Terry’s ear as he spoke, “If anything’s bothering you, I’d rather help you with it now than have it interfere with your enjoyment tonight.”
Terry angled his head so he could keep the conversation between them as well. “That doesn’t bother you? About Marco, I mean?”
Phil snaked an arm around Terry’s bare waist. Resisting the urge to let his hand drift down to his boy’s shapely ass encased in butter-soft red leather was a true struggle. But it was a time for celebration and socializing as opposed to erotic pursuits.
“Not at all. Gerard made it clear that Marco is off-limits, and Gerard knows you’re off-limits too.
I think Marco’s connection to you is about being lonely, or too shy or something along those lines.
All I have is the same info you do about Gerard saying Marco doesn’t usually trust people.
I think it’s sweet that he trusts you.” Phil planted a kiss on his cheek as he squeezed him tight.
“He can obviously sense what a good person you are.”
Terry blushed so hard he was almost scarlet. “Well, I’m glad it’s okay.”
“Baby, you never have to worry about anything like that. Ever. That’s a big part of why being in this type of relationship works so well. I would simply tell you—and Gerard would tell Marco for that matter—if I had any issues with it. Give all your worries to me, remember?”
Terry pushed into Phil’s side and he held him tighter. “It’s still so amazing to me that you would do that. Sorry, I guess I’m still holding on to some of my own insecurities.”
Phil jostled him. “Hey. I think we’ve come to realize this past week how we both have issues relating to insecurity. But we’re here for each other and I’ll never leave you guessing.” Phil chuckled. “Unless I have you blindfolded and you don’t know whether I’m about to spank or flog you.”
Terry chuckled. “It’s a deal. But thanks, I’m fine now.”
“That’s my good baby.” Phil swatted him on the ass. “Get going. Someone seems a bit anxious over there.”
Phil watched as Terry made his way to the kitchen where Marco stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the floor while he fidgeted with his hands.
The moment Marco took notice of Terry, the corners of his mouth turned up in a soft smile.
I’ll have to find a non-intrusive way to learn more about him from Gerard.
It wasn’t so much about coming across as nosy, as much as it was concern over whether anything he or Terry might do or say potentially upsetting the sensitive young man.
It was easy to see why Gerard was so protective of him.
“They’ll be fine in there.”
Phil was torn from his musings by Gerard’s voice. He let out an easy laugh, not wanting Gerard to get the wrong idea.
“Oh, I know that. It was just Terry making sure I didn’t want him by my side.”
Eric nodded. “You’ve done a great job with him. He obviously adores you and may I also offer you a big congrats on the collaring, you sly dog. The last time we spoke, you insisted you weren’t going to broach the subject of 24/7 with him for at least another six months.”
Phil grinned. He really was quite proud of Terry. “I didn’t. He did.”
Both Gerard and Eric had almost identical expressions of shock. He knew how they felt. They stepped forward to clap him on the back and offer him hugs. It was always a special moment when a sub offered up his full submission.
Gerard looped an arm through his. “Come on, we should probably get in there before Sebastian and Forrest eat Marty alive.”
Eric coughed into his fist. “Not sure Marty would have a problem with that.”