12. The Anticipation #3
Hal’s hips thrust, his cock weeping his desire on his belly. Frantic for relief, fighting for something and desperately fucking the air, Hal whined. He needed, oh God, he needed.
Mac stroked Hal’s cock. “Beautiful, just beautiful. So flushed and hard for me… wanting.”
Hal whimpered into the gag, and finally his body went limp against the restraints. Fighting for what he wanted wasn’t going to work. Only when he completely submitted would he be allowed to come—although begging for what he needed never hurt. Sir liked to hear him plead.
Mac stripped off his clothes. He knew that sound—Hal had finally stopped fighting him for control.
He eased the plug out and gently blew against Hal’s hole, watching as it twitched, begging to be filled with him, not plastic.
He spread the lube on himself and added a bit more to Hal.
There wouldn’t be pain involved… unless he wanted there to be.
Mac pulled off the blindfold, and Hal blinked several times before focusing.
Quickly, Mac released the gag and the ropes holding Hal’s legs.
He did not, however, undo the rope holding Hal’s wrists hostage.
Mac positioned himself between Hal’s legs, bent over him, and kissed his lover.
Their tongues dueled, lashing together, enforcing the bond between them.
“I love you, Hal. You are mine—my one and only. My heart. Let me see your pleasure, hear it from your lips. Give it all to me.” And with that he hooked Hal’s legs over his arms and slammed inside.
“Oh! Oh…” Hal threw his head back and yelled. “Yes, yes, fuck me, Sir!” Hal tightened his legs around Mac’s hips, pulling Mac closer, urging him in farther. “Oh, fuck. Yes, right here. Harder, please!”
Mac rode Hal hard, hips snapping as he pounded his lover, their eyes locked on one another. Moans, and startled screams, filled the air as Mac made love to the other half of his soul.
“Can I… Aw God, c-c-c-can I come?” Hal gasped, his voice shaking as Mac repeatedly thrust inside. “Please, Sir.”
“Say… my… name,” Mac growled above Hal. His body gleamed with sweat, his hair falling in his eyes. “Say it.”
“Mac,” Hal whispered, obeying the need he heard in Mac’s voice.
“Oh, fuck.” Mac threw his head back, lights dancing behind his closed eyes. “Come!”
Bodies moving, writhing and sliding against each other as pleasure rushed forth, claiming them—both men came together in a wild kaleidoscope of sounds.
Mac was the first to recover. Easing his body down next to Hal, he petted and stroked the trembling muscles, mumbling soft, meaningless words of comfort.
Tired, but happy, whimpers reached his ears as Hal lay quietly next to him.
“Sir, release me, please? I want to touch you.”
Mac untied the ropes. He immediately rubbed Hal’s arms, easing the aches.
Mac ran his hands over Hal, smoothing over abs, through Hal’s sweat-soaked hair, over his face.
Rising, he stepped into the master bath to wet a washcloth.
Returning to bed, he gently cleaned his boy.
Then he washed himself and threw the cloth in the dirty clothes.
He stopped in the door, staring at Hal sprawled out on the bed.
How lovely. He slipped under the covers.
“Missed you.” Hal snuggled up to Mac. His head rested on Mac’s chest, his other hand petting any skin he could reach.
“Missed you too. And thank you. That was worth the price of being gone.” Mac held his boy close, his eyes traveling over Hal. The red marks left by the fly swatter were already fading. “I love you so much.”
Hal snuggled in closer. “Love you too. Always.”
“Always,” Mac agreed as he turned out the lights.
* * * *
The next morning, Mac woke alone in the bed.
He ran his hand over the cool, empty pillow.
Now where had his sub gotten off to? That’s what he got for not securing Hal to the bed last night.
Amused by his thoughts, Mac sat up and stretched.
After using the restroom and brushing his teeth, Mac slipped on a pair of night pants.
The smell of maple drifted into the bedroom.
Ahhh. Someone was up and busy this morning.
Mac wandered into the kitchen, then paused.
Hal stood at the stove. His long, black hair lay loosely against his broad shoulders.
The morning sun brightened the kitchen, a shaft of light angling toward Hal.
A small smile crossed Mac’s lips. Hal was dressed in an apron—which was fine since Hal was cooking—and nothing else.
Well, outside of the black leather cuffs.
“Well now, isn’t this a lovely sight to wake up to in the morning.”
Hal turned, holding a spatula and wearing a grin. “Hey! Good morning, Sir. Ready for some breakfast? I’m cooking all our favorite things.”
Mac stalked to Hal, a smirk playing around his lips. He pulled Hal in his arms, palming a nice, firm ass. “My favorite thing is right here.”
Hal snorted, but a pleased look flitted across his face. “Still, you need to eat. And I like to cook.”
Mac released his hold, then wrapped one of his hands around Hal’s throat, tugging his submissive closer so he could stare into Hal’s beautiful bright blue eyes. “Good thing since you’re the top chief at La Mystique.”
“I’ll say. But I’ve heard…” Hal closed the gap between them and nipped Mac’s lips. He feathered his fingers across Mac’s groin. “I’ve heard the owner is a real hard ass. Into bondage and discipline—all kinds of kinky stuff.”
Mac raised an eyebrow. “Heard that, have you?”
“Ohhh yeah. Real intimidating guy, they say. Has all these rules and doesn’t take any crap, especially from his employees.
Everyone knows he’s a real ball buster. It’s funny, though.
There are people hip deep wanting to work for him.
He’s hard, but very fair. They say he’s real picky about who he hires.
Not just anyone can get on there.” Hal stepped back and checked the butterscotch sticky buns in the stove.
“Guess it’s a good thing I’m married to the owner, huh? ”
“I’ll say it’s the other way around. I’m lucky to have such a great chef.” Mac patted Hal’s ass. “You’re in a mood, aren’t you? Might want to remember I owe you two already from yesterday. Forget how much you dislike that leather strap?”
“No, I haven’t forgotten.” Hal sighed, checking on the ricotta pancakes. “I swear, I hate that thing. You must’ve been in a real evil frame of mind when you made it. And no, I’m not in a mood, Sir, just happy you’re home. I really did miss you.”
“I missed you too, but attending these conferences are good for my business. I sold every leather article of clothing I brought and even got a few special requests for bondage gear. I’m hoping the exposure will increase my on-line sales.
But, overall, I’d say the trip was a success.
Maybe next time you can go with me. You can be my model. ”
Hal snorted as he finished the scrambled eggs that had caramelized onions, pickled jalape?os, and cheese in them.
There was also fresh fruit to nibble on and maple bacon.
He plated the food while he waited for Mac to sit.
“I’d love to go next time. Not so sure about the whole modeling idea, though.
You’re the one that looks like a Greek god. ”
Mac just shook his head and sat, enjoying the delicious smells that greeted him.
As always, the food Hal prepared looked awesome.
He knew it would taste just as good. He sipped his frosty berry banana Smoothie and glanced at Hal.
His sub had removed the apron and stood patiently by his side completely nude, hands clasped behind his back, head slightly bowed, waiting.
“Your pillow is in the den. Go get it, fix another plate for yourself, then kneel.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mac enjoyed watching Hal’s ass flex as he walked away. And that reminded him, there was the two hits with the leather belt he owed Hal for cussing last night. He really should’ve taken care of that but they’d both fallen asleep.
“Here you go.” Hal set his plate next to Mac and settled on his knees, ass resting on his heels, back straight, hands palms down on the top of his thighs. “We’re about out of straws too, Sir. At some point today, I need to go grocery shopping.”
Mac glanced at the berry banana Smoothie with a straw next to him. Picking up the glass, he held it down to Hal. “How about we go together?”
Hal sipped the drink then looked up at Mac. “Are you sure? You know how long it takes me.”
Mac held out a sliced strawberry. “Tell you what, if I start to complain, you can reprimand me. How’s that?”
Hal chewed the berry, one eyebrow hiked nearly up to his hairline. “Ohhh, really? Can I tie you over the spanking bench, Sir?”
Mac snorted as he fed Hal some of the eggs he cooked. “I was thinking more along the lines of telling me to hush.”
Hal laughed as he finished the eggs. “Of course, what was I thinking?” Then he frowned. “Damn, that needed a bit more salt. How did I miss that?”
Mac brushed his hand over Hal’s long hair. “Always the chef, aren’t you? I thought the eggs were fine, but you’re the boss in this area. And that’s three.”
“Aw, sh… crap. I swear, I’m never going to break this habit.” Hal looked at Mac. “Can I hop up for a minute? I’d really like to make some notes on the eggs before I forget. Please, Sir?”
“Go ahead.” Mac knew how important Hal’s cooking was to him. It was why he was such a superb chef.
“Thanks.” With a quick grin, Hal was up and hunting for paper.
Mac ate while Hal muttered, jotting down notes. “Hurry up, boy. Your food is getting cold.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mac knew Hal well enough to know when the creative juices got going, everything around ceased to exist for Hal.
He’d lose whole chunks of time, wouldn’t eat, live on coffee, and go without sleep…
sometimes for days. Then he’d crash. The first time he saw Hal go though one of his—Hal called them ‘episodes’—he’d been horrified.