12. The Anticipation #4
The boy needed a keeper in the worst way, and he’d been more than happy to sign up for the job.
It had been a problem for them in the beginning, trying to fit a D/s lifestyle in with Hal’s need to create.
But they worked it out—even if sometimes they worked it out at the end of one of Mac’s floggers.
Hal finished and settled back on his cushion. Mac fed him some of the pancakes then offered him a drink. “Another strawberry?”
“Yes, please. You know those are my favorite.”
“I do.” Mac placed another berry in Hal’s mouth, his boy sucking gently on his fingers, his tongue searching for any lingering bit of juice. Mac shifted in his seat, his cock hardening. Hal loved strawberries, but Mac didn’t care for them. Really didn’t even like the way they smelled.
“And I know you don’t really like them.”
Mac laughed. “No, I really don’t, but you do, so I suffer through it.”
Hal just rolled his eyes.
Breakfast continued until Mac had cleaned both plates. Hal stood, retuned the cushion to the den, and cleaned the kitchen.
“I’m going to answer some emails in my office while you finish this. Why don’t you go take a shower after you’re done? When I finish, I’ll shower, then come find you. We’ll take care of those three demerits I owe you. After that, we’ll run by the store and let you grocery shop. Sound good?”
“Sounds good, Sir.”
Mac watched Hal for a few more minutes, a soft smile playing around his lips.
He’d learned the hard way not to mess with anything in the kitchen.
Hal might be submissive, but when it came to the kitchen—and everything in it—it was his domain.
No one was welcome there, even when it was time to clean.
The onetime he’d tried to help by wrapping up leftovers, Hal had thrown a full-fledged fit.
Apparently, just wrapping food in Reynolds wrap was a heinous act of pure evilness.
But what really sent him over the edge was how Mac had tried to clean up some of the appliances Hal used while cooking.
That action had reduced Hal to a stark raving lunatic that could out cuss a sailor.
While Mac had been impressed with Hal’s command of the English language—he was reasonably certain Hal created a few new cuss words—he’d still tanned Hal’s ass for it then fucked him through a screaming orgasm.
Smirking, Mac left the kitchen and walked to his office. He was all for screaming orgasms.
He heard the shower upstairs come on while he finished his emails. He made a few phone calls, then placed a few supply orders for the business. The shower cut off. Twenty minutes later, he heard Hal return downstairs.
“I’m going to start a load of laundry. It’s just stuff that needs cold water, so you can still shower if you’re ready, Sir.”
Mac stood. “Okay. I’m heading up now. Meet me in the playroom in say… about thirty minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mac showered, then decided to shave. Wiping the stream off the glass, he stared at his reflection.
Hal had said he was the one that looked like a Greek god, which he found funny, considering how sexy Hal looked.
All that black hair, pouty lips, toned body, hairless pale skin, and bright blue eyes…
Yeah, Hal was the sexy one. He was the quintessential Mr. Tall, Not So Dark, and Handsome. Sexiness just oozed from his pores.
While he, on the other hand, had the average ‘boy next door’ look. Yes, he had natural blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Hal said his eyes were the color of the finest dark chocolate. And maybe he did have a strong, square jaw with that cute little dent in the chin.
Okay, he did have a sexy little mole by his bottom lip.
He was just as tall as Hal and just as built.
His hair was cut short, more of the professional businessman look.
All right, yes, he didn’t scare babies when he went out in public.
But he also didn’t have that allure Hal had—that sensual, enticing temptation that surrounded Hal.
No, he came across as slightly forbidding. A real… what had Hal said? A hard ass.
Hal would be right.
But that was just the way he was. It didn’t mean he wasn’t fair.
He treated his employees extremely well and paid higher wages that most restaurants.
He was known as a hard ass, but his employees also knew they could bring their problems to him and he was willing to help.
He was loyal to his workers and they were loyal to him.
He dressed in jeans, but left his shirt off.
He found it sexy to be dressed while Hal was nude, but he also wanted Hal to be able to connect with him while being punished.
Slipping on his shoes, he checked the time.
Five minutes to go. He combed his fingers through his hair and walked out of the bedroom.
The door to the playroom was open. He remembered the first time he showed this space to Hal—the dark gray walls hung with crops and paddles, whips, and cuffs.
Metal shelves held ropes, chains, gages, and row after row of numerous toys.
There were two man-sized cages. One dangled by a chain from the ceiling like an empty sarcophagus.
A St. Andrew’s cross stood in one corner and a spanking bench was placed in the middle of the room.
A padded restraint table took up another corner.
In the center of the back wall was a king size bed with black satin sheets.
Hal had been frightened, but he’d also walked straight into that room, head held high. Mac had never been more proud.
Mac saw Hal was already on his knees in the middle of the room, head bent, hands behind his back, waiting. As usual, his posture was perfect. Shoulders back, spine straight, knees spread apart… Hal was beautiful and all his.
Mac stepped in the room and shut the door. “Eyes up.”
Hal met his eyes.
“What are your safewords?”
Hal spoke clearly. “Yellow for slow and red for stop.”
“And what do they mean?”
“Yellow means I get a break—a chance to slow things down. You will pause to see what I need or what’s wrong.”
Mac nodded. “Correct. And red?”
“Full stop. Scene ends immediately and you set me free. We then will talk about what happened, what caused me to call red.”
“You will safeword if you need to?”
Hal stared into Mac’s eyes. “I will.”
“Good. Over the spanking bench, please.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Black leather covered the equipment. Hal could kneel on one small padded bench and lean over a slightly higher bench. This put Hal’s ass in the perfect position for spanking… and fucking. Once in place, Mac tied off his cuffs to hooks leaving Hal’s legs spread open nicely.
Mac walked over to the wall and lifted the heavy leather belt off the hook. “What were the three demerits for?”
“All three were for cussing.”
Mac returned to stand behind Hal. “Are you supposed to cuss?”
“No, Sir.”
“Why?”