13. Volt #2
Though not as much as the show of confidence. Wallace wanted this. Wanted Volt. And Volt was so damned proud of him for having the courage to ask for what he wanted.
At the same time, it was a little bit terrifying. What if Wallace decided that he’d rather be on top? What if he didn’t want Volt at all, once the magic was gone?
It was nerve wracking, being vulnerable like this, wondering what Wallace would want to do.
When Volt was touching his sub, it was easy to focus on the pleasure that he could control. Right now, he felt like he was under a microscope.
Wallace bit his plump, pink lip. “Is this okay?”
“Of course,” Volt assured him.
“We don’t have to,” Wallace said, trying to give him an easy out. “I’d be fine if we never do, if that’s not what you’re into.”
Volt exhaled. He’d needed that reminder, somehow.
But he wanted to be intimate with Wallace. If there was anyone he trusted with… with whatever this jangled ball of feelings was… it was Wallace.
“It’s what I’m into,” Volt assured him, assuring himself at the same time. “You are what I’m into.”
Wallace flushed beautifully. “I probably won’t be very good. Maybe you should be in charge?”
Part of Volt was tempted. Severely tempted. It would be so easy to turn this in another direction. He let his eyes trail down his lover’s body, all the soft places he loved to touch and stroke.
But then, he’d still be hiding from himself. Still limited by whatever subconscious programming or fears had been holding him back.
Plus, he wanted to make this special for Wallace, who was so gorgeous and shy, so sweetly nervous and excited about his first time touching another man.
As a Daddy Dom, Volt should be giving Wallace all of his focus, guiding him along. Making him feel secure and as treasured as he really was.
“You’ll be amazing, beautiful,” Volt told him. “I want you to explore. See what you like.”
Wallace shook his head. “I don’t want to explore. I want to please you, Daddy.”
Volt drew in a ragged breath. He’d known that, but he’d gotten so caught up in his head that he’d forgotten. They still had their dynamic. Wallace still clung to their daily rules, practically worshipful in their execution.
Volt was increasingly realizing that this was just something that he had to do. For himself.
“Anything you do will please me, baby. Go ahead.”
Wallace looked him over critically, as if giving him one more chance to change his mind. Then he ran one hand down Volt’s chest, just a tentative little kitten touch, that still had Volt’s nerves buzzing.
Why hadn’t he known that his chest was this sensitive? Maybe it was just that everything with Wallace was magical, especially the sweet blush that clung to his cheeks as he let his desires show. It was just so damned hard to lay there and let it happen.
Tentatively, Wallace tweaked a nipple.
Volt groaned, and his cock jumped. Wallace’s eyes fell to it.
“I like it,” Volt assured him, his voice gravelly.
“So do I,” Wallace said with a little giggle.
Volt groaned. That sweet giggle was the dirtiest thing in the world.
He wanted to issue commands. Hell, he wanted to flip them both over and rut against his sweet baby girl, marking him with his teeth and soothing with his tongue. But he held himself back.
Wallace twisted the tight little nub, and Volt threw his head back in pleasure.
Somehow, he’d had a whole career selling sex, but it had never felt like this.
He’d had customers who had enjoyed his body, and others who’d seemed to want to take their time, but none of it measured up to a single touch of Wallace’s fingertips.
Angel had tried to explain this to him, but he truly hadn’t understood before.
Maybe this was what he’d been protecting himself from. He hadn’t known it would be so different. That it would be so damned good. None of his programming had prepared him for this, and it was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.
Wallace moved on to the other nipple, drawing a deep moan from Volt’s chest.
Wallace’s eyes lit up. “Do you like that, Daddy?” Wallace asked, his eyes bright with wonder.
“Do you have to ask?” Volt teased, though he was already barely holding it together. He was burning up. Something about this, about having all of Wallace’s attention on him, was so intense that he almost wanted to turn away.
Wallace slid his hands down Volt’s abdomen, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire. “Can I touch it?” he asked, staring down at Volt’s cock with hunger and a little trepidation.
Volt wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.
It was like some protective shell had been ripped away and his touch receptors were exposed to sensation for the first time.
Volt tried to make his voice sound open and easy as he answered.
“Of course, baby. You can touch whatever you want. I’m all yours. ”
Wallace whimpered, deep in his throat, yet his hand still hovered before connecting. “Are you sure?”
Volt cleared his throat. “I have to be honest that I’m… a little out of my depth.”
Wallace’s eyes widened. “You?”
“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not usually in this position.”
“I don’t have to be on top,” Wallace offered.
“No, it’s not that.” Well, it was, but it was a thousand other things too. Some that he didn’t even recognize in himself. “I’m not used to being touched, I guess.”
That wasn’t quite it, either. People touched him all day long, usually in one hour blocks. But it was a little closer to the truth. He wasn’t used to letting himself be touched. To truly being aware of the sensations. Or whatever was going on here.
“We could stop and just do things the usual way.”
Volt shook his head. Whatever this was, this scary, exciting thing, he wanted it. With Wallace. He suddenly wanted it desperately. And Wallace’s hand was so close to his cock that he could feel the heat. He needed to feel him closer.
“Sweetheart, please. Please touch me.”
“You don’t have to beg, Daddy,” Wallace whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Had he just begged? He had.
What was Wallace doing to him? He’d certainly “begged” before when it fit the narrative of what a client seemed to want from him. It was part of his programming. But this was different. Pure need. He hadn’t even thought about the pleading words crossing his lips.
When Wallace’s hand wrapped around his length, they both moaned together.
Wallace looked up sharply, and Volt nodded. “That’s amazing, baby.” Amazing didn’t even begin to explain it. “You’re amazing,” he added.
Wallace’s grin was breathtaking. So was the way he stuck out just the tip of his tongue as he started to move his hand, giving it all of his concentration.
His grip was loose, tentative. His rhythm was too slow to do anything more than tease. Yet it was absolutely perfect, and it was driving Volt mad.
Volt bit his lip, forcing himself not to give any more directions. His fans were already whirring in his chest, commands popping up and then fizzling out as his muscles jerked without his conscious intention.
“You feel so good, Daddy.” Wallace’s expression was focused, almost worshipful. He looked up at Volt with his big brown eyes, his pupils blown with arousal. Volt could get lost in those eyes.