How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps Page 14

  And he didn’t ever want this to stop.

  Eddie’s jaw was smooth, like he’d only just shaved, except for a few spots that felt ever so slightly rough. But not in a bad way. What would it be like to feel scruff like that all over his jaw? Jeff’s hard-on ached with want. It was so fucking tempting to slam Eddie back against the wall and rut against him till they both came. But they had other plans.

  And Jeff could kiss him again later, couldn’t he? He pulled back, still pinning Eddie’s head to his shoulder.

  Eddie gave him a dopey smile. “Mmm, thank you even more. Didn’t think I was ever going to get one of those.”

  Jeff cleared his throat but couldn’t think of a thing to say. You won’t get another would be bullshit. That had been way too good not to repeat. But he didn’t want to promise to do something so very un-straight again. So he stood there, holding Eddie tight to him and trying not to dwell on the fact he was holding a man tight to his naked dick and had every intention of ploughing his arse before the night was through.

  He squeezed Eddie’s arse instead of replying. Squeezed it harder than he needed to, perhaps, but Eddie gave a happy-sounding sigh and cuddled into him.

  They stood there, swaying slightly, arms wrapped around each other, and Jeff told his mind to go fuck off. It’d been too long since he’d had a cuddle with someone he fancied the pants off. And he wasn’t about to think about what that might mean either.

  In the end, it was Eddie who broke the silence, with a warm, husky voice. “I suppose I should probably go and order that pizza.” He didn’t make a move, though.

  Jeff’s breathing was more or less under control now, and reluctantly he loosened his grip on Eddie. It was hard to do, like he was losing something precious, but he could have it back again later, couldn’t he? Eddie wasn’t going to act all weird and prickly like Sarah had done whenever Jeff tried to snuggle up to her over the last few years.

  He’d been seeing Eddie for almost a month now, and no sign of prickly tendencies at all. If Eddie had been a girl, he’d have been bloody perfect. Jeff would have taken him home to meet the folks already. Shit, he’d probably have bloody well got a ring on her finger and all.

  But Eddie was a man, so none of that was going to happen. And that was a fucking shame. It really was.

  Eddie gave him a lopsided smile as he stepped back and ran his fingers through his hair. “So, what toppings are you after? No, let me guess. Meat, meat and more meat. Am I right?”

  “Ham and pineapple’s good.”

  “Really?” Eddie broke into a wide beam. “Hawaiian’s my favourite. You like sweetcorn on that too?”

  “Yeah, sweetcorn’s good.” Most toppings were good, really. “And garlic bread. And do they do those dough balls and the garlicky sauce you can dip them in?”

  Eddie squinted at him. “Good thing I like garlic too, or you wouldn’t be getting another kiss. And I reckon we’d both be upset about that.”

  To his horror, Jeff felt his cheeks start to heat. “Erm.” He picked up the box of beer and his kit bag. “Which way’s the kitchen?” He could use a beer or two right now.

  “Down the hall, like I said earlier.” Eddie grinned as he pointed his finger. “That open door you can see the fridge and stuff through. Want any help with your fly? Your hands are kind of full.” And without waiting for Jeff’s answer, Eddie took charge, tucking Jeff’s cock back inside his jeans. Jeff groaned as Eddie gave him a squeeze before letting go to do up the zip, button and belt.

  Eddie paused at the belt. “You know, I’d love to feel this doubled over on my arse. Been ages since I’ve had a good strapping.”

  “Doesn’t that hurt?” Stupid fucking question. Jeff wanted to take the words back as soon as they were out of his mouth.

  “Oh yes,” Eddie said happily. “Stings like a bastard. And I bet you could put some real welly behind it. Just don’t use the buckle end. Bruising’s great, but I’m not keen on you drawing blood. Knew this guy once, he got an infected wound on his arse. Bloody disgusting it was. He couldn’t sit down for weeks. Had to have antibiotics for blood poisoning. You should have seen the pus that came out of it. I’ve never seen anything so—”

  “Could we not talk about this, please?”

  Eddie peered at him. “God, you’ve gone green around the gills. You’re squeamish? Really?”

  “Not squeamish, just…” Jeff couldn’t come up with a more macho-sounding word. “Yeah, all right. I’m bloody well squeamish. Just about infections and stuff like that, though.”

  “So you wouldn’t get upset if I told you about the Top who forced his massive cock so far down my throat I actually threw up all over his leather jeans?”

  Jeff’s stomach heaved a protest. “Shut up.”

  “Just testing.” Eddie winked at him and looked way too smug for someone who’d just been on his knees, sucking Jeff’s cock. “Come on, this way.” Eddie led him into the kitchen and dug through a drawer to find a bottle opener. Jeff glanced at the sleek bits of stainless steel equipment on the granite work surfaces and the big old enamelled sink, but he was too preoccupied with what Eddie had just told him to spend too much time comparing the swanky kitchen to his own bargain-basement version.

  “Does that really happen?” Jeff asked as Eddie poured their beer into two tall pilsner glasses.

  “Huh? Does what happen?” Eddie handed him a beer.

  “You know. Uh, when you deep throat.”

  “Oh. Well, no, hardly ever these days. I had more of a hair trigger gag reflex when I was younger, but now I know how to relax my throat properly. Used to be I couldn’t eat or drink for a few hours before a scene just in case.” He leaned back against the work surface, all long, lean limbs and shining blond hair. “It was a bit like being in hospital. You know, before an operation. Nil by mouth in case you vomit while under anaesthetic.”

  “So you’re okay having pizza now?”

  “Don’t worry, tiger. If any of us are going to spray bodily fluids over each other, it’s going to be you doing it to me. While I’m tied up and can’t do anything to stop you.”

  “Oh. Good.” Jeff thought about it some more. “Call the pizza place now. I want to get going as soon as we can.”

  “You’re a man after my own heart.” Eddie clinked his glass with Jeff’s and pulled out his phone.

  Forty minutes later, they sat there on Eddie’s sofa with a mostly empty pizza box on the coffee table in front of them. Jeff had now had the grand tour of Eddie’s flat, which was smallish but packed full of stuff—most of which appeared to either need batteries or plugging in. The man’s electricity bills must have been phenomenal. But he had to agree that the home planetarium looked pretty cool—or at least would have done if there hadn’t been so much light leaking around the edges of Eddie’s living room curtains. The only room he hadn’t seen was the bedroom, and he was itching to get there. But first the food needed to be finished. Jeff picked up the last piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

  Eddie stretched out like a cat and put his feet in Jeff’s lap.

  “So, we need to talk about boundaries for bondage play.”

  “We do?”

  “Yep. Absolutely. Think about it. I’m putting a huge amount of trust in you. I’ll be helpless and at your mercy. You could gag me, and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. And for all I know you could be some kind of serial-killing psychopath.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Yeah, I know that, but the point is, anyone could be. My gut tells me you’re fine, but I’m still taking a huge amount on trust.”

  The very idea of Eddie putting himself in such a vulnerable position made Jeff’s cock sit up and take notice.

  “So I have boundaries. No gags for today. I need to be able to speak my safeword if necessary.”

  “I don’t want to gag you anyway.” Jeff liked the sounds Eddi
e made way too much.

  “You sure? It’s a real turn-on. Especially if someone does it with my sweaty underpants. Or better yet, yours. And you get to hear me making all these sexy muffled sounds, and you know I’m completely at your mercy.”

  “Fuck.” Jeff closed his eyes as lust rampaged through his body.

  “I will let you put your hand over my mouth, though. Not my nose too. You have to earn the trust to be able to do that.”

  “You’d really trust me?”

  “Yeah, eventually. I hope.”

  Jeff pondered trust some more while gently stroking Eddie’s bare feet. “So when I slapped your face earlier, that didn’t upset you?”

  Eddie’s chuckle made him look up, annoyed. “Tiger, have you been worrying about that? Couldn’t you tell I was happy afterwards?”

  Jeff thought back to the kiss and scratched his neck.

  “Nah, but you’re right.” Eddie stretched out his legs, and his T-shirt rode up, revealing a tantalising strip of skin. “It was a bit of a shock. A good shock to me, but you’d want to think carefully before doing that to someone you didn’t know well. You’re lucky I have a huge humiliation kink, but some people might object. Women, especially. Same goes for spitting.”

  “You’d like it if I spat on your face?” Jeff addressed Eddie’s toes. Looking at him would reveal far too much about how much that turned Jeff on. And what kind of sick fucker got a kick out of that?

  “I wouldn’t want it all the time, but sometimes that can be just what I need to push me over. It makes me feel…dizzy. Like I can’t believe I’m letting you do it to me. It’s a real rush, even more than pain is sometimes. And what’s even more amazing is knowing you’re not doing it because you despise me, but because you really want to give me what I want.”

  “Pervert.” Jeff smiled at Eddie’s toes, feeling strangely reassured. “Okay, then. I might spit on you. I might not. And I might sometimes slap your face. But I’m definitely going to hurt you. And I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Ooh, I can’t wait.” Eddie’s toes curled, and Jeff grabbed hold of them, feeling their strength. “So, what sort of bondage do you want to try? I have cuffs and a few bits and pieces you can use for joining them in various ways. A spreader bar too. Or if it’s rope bondage you’re after, I do have rope. Can take a while, though. Learning all the knots.” Eddie flexed his toes, and Jeff finally dared to look up and meet the heat in his eyes. “I’m not sure I can wait that long for you to fuck me.”

  “You’ll wait as long as it takes.” Jeff didn’t think he could wait that long either, but he wasn’t about to admit it. And besides, cuffs sounded good. You had to start somewhere, didn’t you? “Your bedroom. Now.”

  Eddie responded to the curt command by jumping up. “Want me to strip first, Sir?”

  “I’ll tell you when I want you to do that.” But fuck, he did want to watch Eddie’s naked arse on the way there. “Yeah. Strip now, bitch.”

  Jeff watched hungrily as Eddie bared his flesh. There was so much of it, all lean and pale, but with a golden undertone that seemed to promise he’d tan well if he ever got out in the sun. “You should sunbathe,” Jeff said. “Naked.”

  “It’s bad for you.”

  “So are all the fun things.”

  Eddie stepped out of his jeans, his cock already at half mast, Jeff was pleased to see. “I don’t have anywhere to sunbathe naked. My neighbours would call the police if I tried to do it on my balcony. Plus I’d give everyone walking along the river path a free show.”

  “You can come and do it in my garden. Next weekend. The forecast’s good.”

  “Yeah? Okay, then.” Eddie slowly pushed down his briefs, drawing it out. Shouldn’t have been sexy on a bloke, but Jeff was having to rethink some of his old assumptions. Like Eddie’s cock and balls. The very thought of touching them made him hot and cold all over, but in a good way. In a way that made blood rush to his dick. He’d do it today. Not taste them or anything like that, mind—although now he’d already kissed Eddie, did it make any difference?

  “Hey, you’re thinking too hard. Just go with the flow.” Eddie held out a hand as if to help Jeff up.

  Jeff ignored the proffered hand and got to his feet. “I thought I was meant to be the one thinking and in control. Responsible and all that.”

  “Responsibility’s one thing. Fretting’s another.”

  “I wasn’t fretting.”

  Eddie gave him one of those “I don’t believe a word of it” looks Sarah had always done so well. Fuck that. “Get in the bedroom,” Jeff snarled. “Facedown on the bed. Arms and legs spread.”

  “Yessir!” Eddie grinned like a loon and bounded out of the room. Jeff shook his head, unable to stop the smile that wanted out on his lips. The man was a nutcase. But he was Jeff’s kind of nutcase.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jeff walked through to the bedroom slowly, trying to brace himself for what he’d find. But no amount of mental preparation could lessen the impact of Eddie’s naked body stretched out, all long limbs and golden skin. His arse pointed up in the air like it was inviting Jeff’s cock to come and play.

  Jeff groaned and shut his eyes, dizzy with the way the blood was all rushing out of his brain and into his dick. Right. He had to do better than this. Eddie needed him to keep his wits about him. And first there were cuffs and buckles and shit that would need his attention. Okay.

  When Jeff opened his eyes, the vision was still as mind-bendingly hot as before, but this time, he forced his gaze to wander. Eddie’s bedroom wasn’t as cluttered as the rest of his flat, but that just made the tangle of black leather and rope all that more attention-grabbing. Jeff took a step over to the bed and lifted up one of the cuffs. Was it for Eddie’s ankle or his wrist? Which would be bigger? He laid the four cuffs out in a row, and while there were definitely two longer and two shorter, he still couldn’t think which would go where. Why couldn’t they mark the stupid things with an A or a W?

  He peered at Eddie’s ankles and wrists, then grabbed hold of one of each to measure them with his thumb and forefinger.

  “Mmph.” Eddie’s happy sound was muffled in the duvet, but then he turned his head to look at Jeff. “Want a hand with the cuffs?”

  “Nah. I’m good.” His rudimentary measuring had told him that Eddie’s ankles were definitely a good inch wider than his wrists, which you wouldn’t know to look at them. He had surprisingly slender ankles for a man. But not weak looking. Too much muscle and ropey tendon going on in his calf to ever mistake him for a weakling. Jeff bent Eddie’s knees so his feet were sticking up in the air and waving around at a convenient height, then slowly buckled both cuffs.

  The wrists were next. He did the one nearest to him, but rather than walk around the bed, he grabbed Eddie’s other arm and pulled it behind his back, in the same way a police officer might restrain someone resisting arrest. Eddie moaned, and his hips bucked like he was humping the bed.

  “You like that, bitch?”

  “Yeah. Feels good.”

  Jeff buckled on the last strap and stood back to take a look. Somehow, the black leather made Eddie look stronger. Sexier. It was like he had a lion in a cage. Barely restrained, and it made it all the sweeter that Eddie was letting him do this. Jeff slapped Eddie’s arse, just because he could.

  “Spread your arms and legs. Wider. As wide as you can go. Good boy.”

  Eddie squirmed as he got himself spread-eagled, and it gave Jeff an excellent view of his backside. He hadn’t wanted to see Eddie’s cheeks spread wide before, and now he was wondering why. It was kind of appealing, especially with the base of that plug winking at him. It looked like one of the marbles Jeff had played with as a kid, all swirling reds and greens in the glass.

  “Is this whole thing made of glass?” Jeff tapped the end, and Eddie whimpered.

  “Yep. Cost a bloody fortune. Some bloke
in Bath makes them to order.”

  “It’s beautiful.” He tapped it again, then pushed it in as far as he could. Eddie’s reaction was gorgeous. That way he made those noises in his throat, like he couldn’t help himself, and the way he writhed on the covers. “That feels good, does it?”

  “Fuck me. Yes. Amazing.”

  “Can’t really imagine how having something up your backside could feel good.” Jeff grasped the plug and pulled on it, then plunged it back in again.

  Eddie gasped and shuddered. “You should try it yourself.”

  “Nah. It’s not for me.” But maybe he would. Eddie’s reactions had him intrigued. Maybe there were new erogenous zones Jeff could explore on his own body. He wouldn’t let anyone else see him do it, though. Purely self-exploration. In the interests of scientific research.

  Yeah, right. He didn’t even believe himself anymore.

  Jeff plunged the plug in and out a few more times, then remembered what he was really here for. The cuffs.

  Along with the rope, there were a few other bits and pieces of leather kit. One was a cross with a trigger clip on each end. Okay, he could see how that would work. Maybe he should try it first.

  He got up on his knees and grabbed Eddie’s hands, bringing them down behind his back. “First I’m going to hog-tie you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you dirty bitch?”

  “Oh God, yes.”

  The clips operated smoothly, and within a few moments, Jeff had Eddie trussed up with both his arms and legs linked together behind his back. It looked good, having him so helpless like that, but what exactly was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t really whack Eddie’s arse, because his shins were now in the way. He wouldn’t be able to fuck him like that either. Not enough room to get between his legs.