How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps Page 15

  He stood, pondering the human puzzle, until Eddie craned his head around. “You could always fuck my mouth, you know. Seeing as how you’ve got me all helpless like this.”

  “What do Doms normally do when they’ve got you like this?”

  “Generally they fuck my mouth or torture my arse. Or they get me up on my knees and then they can torture my cock and balls too.”

  “Ah.” That was a lot more variety than Jeff had been able to come up with. Clearly he did still have a lot to learn.

  Figuring out how to get his cock into Eddie’s mouth would be a good start. He’d probably break the poor bloke’s back if he tried to lift his head up off the mattress too far. But if he moved him a little…

  Jeff grabbed hold of Eddie under the arms and pulled him round so his head was positioned at the edge of the mattress. Eddie craned his neck up and winked. Cheeky bastard. Jeff was going to fuck his face so long and hard, Eddie wouldn’t have the presence of mind to wink. And even if he did, he wouldn’t have the energy to actually manage it. Yeah, that was a good ambition to have.

  Jeff got his cock out in record time, then grabbed hold of Eddie’s hair and fed him the whole length in one go. “That’s it. Eat it, bitch.” Eddie made hungry noises as he sucked and rippled his tongue, and Jeff ground in hard against his lips. Oh yeah. That was a good angle. He could go deep from here. Jeff flexed his hips, revelling in the heat and wetness of Eddie’s mouth. It was tempting just to stay deep, giving shallow thrusts, but of course Eddie couldn’t breathe like that. And while it was a buzz to hear him gasp for air whenever Jeff pulled out, he didn’t want to suffocate him for too long.

  It suddenly hit Jeff just how vulnerable Eddie was like this. That he was literally putting his life in Jeff’s hands. How incredibly humbling that Eddie would do that for him. It slowed him down. Made him gentler as he gave long strokes in and out, cradling Eddie’s jaw with one hand while he pulled his head back by the hair with the other. There. Nothing soft about that. It wasn’t like he was just stroking Eddie’s jaw. He was fucking his mouth too.

  Jeff kept on fucking in and out, until he could feel Eddie’s drool dripping down onto his balls. Balls that were drawing up tight. He had to save himself if he wanted a chance to fuck Eddie’s other hole. The one currently plugged up with glass.

  Jeff’s cock throbbed, and he pulled himself out with a groan. Eddie was panting hard, his eyes closed and his lips all puffy and red. His mouth worked like he was trying to suck Jeff’s cock back in again.

  Shit. He really wanted to kiss Eddie right now.

  Jeff dropped to his knees and gave in to temptation.

  This time it felt more familiar. Like Jeff’s tongue had finally found the place it most wanted to be, and had every intention of setting up home. Eddie’s kiss wasn’t as forceful as it had been earlier, but his slack-jawed submission was even more of a turn-on right now. Jeff kissed him thoroughly until they were both panting, then drew back. “I’m going to release you now, but I want you to stay flat on the bed. Like that.”

  “Not going to be a problem,” Eddie slurred. “Not sure I can move right now.”

  “Shit, have I given you a dead leg or something?” Jeff crawled up behind Eddie to release the trigger clips, massaging Eddie’s feet and hands after he’d done so. They felt a little cool, but nothing too unusual.

  “Nah, just feeling floaty.”

  “Ah.” So it was a good thing after all. Jeff let Eddie’s legs crash down onto the bed, but released his arms more gently, lacing his fingers between Eddie’s. He lowered himself to lie on Eddie’s back. Eddie grunted but didn’t complain, and when Jeff started kissing his neck, he made one of those gorgeous husky moaning sounds again. Jeff took a deep breath, smelling something warm and spicy with a hint of coconut from Eddie’s hair. He didn’t know if the spice was Eddie’s shower gel or if it was just the scent of his skin, but it reminded him of warm earth after a rainfall.

  Jeff’s dick attempted to burrow between Eddie’s arse-cheeks, and he reluctantly accepted that if he was going to do anything else along those lines, he’d better get suited up. And he’d better tie Eddie down too, because that was what this was all about, wasn’t it?

  Jeff examined the nearest bedpost. Eddie had a modern-looking, low, wooden-slatted headboard and footboard, but there weren’t any handy chains already anchored to them like he’d hoped for. “How do you normally get tied to your bedposts?” Jeff asked.

  “I don’t. But I reckon you could do it with rope.”

  “You’ve never been tied to a bed before?”

  “Yeah. Just not this one. Not had a man back here before.”

  Jeff digested that piece of information. It could be that Eddie had only recently moved in, of course, but it didn’t look that way. This place certainly seemed well lived-in. “How long have you lived here?” he asked. It was kind of surreal, making casual chitchat while working on winding ropes around the headboard.

  “Dunno.” Eddie’s words came out all muffled by the duvet. “Three years, maybe.”

  “Huh. You must like it here, then.”

  “And you don’t?” Eddie’s words were no longer muffled, but when he looked round expecting a touchy expression, all Jeff found was a glint in his eye and a challenging smile.

  “I’d want a garden,” was all he said.

  “Yeah, well, I’ve got a river view, and you can’t always have everything you want.” Now Eddie sounded kind of morose, but Jeff was fucked if he was about to get dragged into a serious conversation right now. They could shoot the breeze about stuff next week, when Eddie came round to sunbathe. Amongst other things.

  “You can have everything you want,” he said, pushing Eddie down and encouraging him to spread his arms and legs wide, before grabbing one of his wrists to loop the rope through the D ring on the cuff. “So long as everything you want is my cock in your arse.”

  “Sounds good. Could you move the pillows, though? Gets kind of hot with my face buried in one of them.”

  Jeff pulled both pillows off the bed and chucked them on the floor. He’d never have thought of that by himself. Good thing he did have a sub who wasn’t afraid to tell him what he needed. Even if he did get a bit too cheeky for his own good sometimes.

  That thought led to a slap on Eddie’s buttocks as Jeff moved down to deal with the ankle rope. Once he had Eddie all tied down and splayed out, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Oh yeah. He was dying to screw that pert little bum.

  But first… Jeff lifted up the black leather paddle Eddie had laid out for him. He’d never tried one like this. And there was the cane too. He picked it up and swished it through the air, surprised at the whizzing noise it made. Oh yeah. Time to get to work on that arse. He wanted it glowing by the time he sank his dick in there.

  He started with the paddle, and Eddie pushed himself up into the strokes as much as he was able. The sounds he was making! “You’re such a little painslut, aren’t you? You love it. You’re twisted, coz pain makes you all wet.” Hold on. It was girls who got wet. But then again, maybe that worked. Eddie was probably dripping pre-come. Jeff certainly was.

  He reached between Eddie’s legs to check. Fuck, his dick was hot and damp and clammy. It felt debauched, holding that hot, damp, musky flesh. And kind of a turn-on too, as Eddie was whimpering like crazy and saying please a lot, although he didn’t seem to be able to form any other words.

  “Please what? What is it you want me to do, bitch?”

  “Anything!”

  Jeff gave a squeeze and a tug, which really wasn’t so odd, as he’d tugged his own dick plenty of times. But this was Eddie’s, and that turned him on even more than if he’d been fondling his own meat.

  “I think…” Jeff said, getting into the rhythm of tossing Eddie off. “I think I’ll cane you, then I’m going to fuck you. And you’re not allowed to come until I say so.”
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  “Fucking bastard! Gonna come right now if you keep doing that.”

  Jeff laughed and squeezed Eddie’s dick, feeling his sub writhe underneath him as much as he could while tied down. “I think you’ll find that’s Sir Bastard to you.”

  “Please, Sir Bastard, will you bloody well stop that and cane my arse?”

  “And then fuck you?”

  “Yes! Yes please. Fuck me good and hard and rough.”

  “That’s my dirty little bitch.” Jeff stroked Eddie’s arse with one hand as he gave a final tug to his dick with the other. Then he grabbed the cane.

  It whizzed through the air like it was splitting it apart, and hit Eddie with a cracking sound. Eddie howled, and the white stripe quickly turned pink. Jeff did it again and again, surprised to see it was the far end of the cane that left the biggest marks. If he wanted to leave Eddie with stripes on both sides, he’d have to move around to the other side of the bed.

  Jeff clambered over Eddie to get there, but on the way, the tip of his dick dragged over the hot skin of Eddie’s arse. Oh fuck, that was good. He halted on his hands and knees over Eddie, dragging his dick up and down, left and right. Eddie was going fucking mental, making strange animal noises and jerking around like Jeff was fucking him hard already. Bloody hell, he was a real live wire. Jeff was going to get the ride of his life.

  Hold on. Was this even going to work with Eddie’s ankles tied? Would Jeff be able to get enough leverage to fuck him if he was pinned right down? He wouldn’t be able to get him up on his knees, would he? And if he couldn’t get him up on his knees, he wouldn’t be able to look at all those glorious marks he’d left all over his arse.

  And he really, really wanted to be able to see them while he fucked Eddie. But then again, if he did it like this, he’d be able to kiss and bite Eddie’s neck, right where the skin smelled amazing. Mind you, even if he untied Eddie’s legs, he’d still be able to lie on him like this. Yeah. Okay, then. He really should move and suit up.

  But it felt so good right there.

  Jeff forced himself up, undid the ankle ropes and spread Eddie’s legs even farther apart. That ended up pushing Eddie halfway up onto his knees. Jeff had a great view of Eddie’s erection, which looked bigger than he’d ever seen it before. Funny, but it was kind of nice having that visual to go by, so he knew Eddie was really turned on and not faking it. He’d had his doubts about Sarah’s state of arousal at times.

  Jeff slapped Eddie right between the arse cheeks, so he caught the plug too. Eddie made a broken sound, and his legs shook. “Stay like that, bitch.” Jeff quickly stripped off his clothes. Eddie had left him a pile of condoms on the dresser, and he grabbed one at random. It smelled kind of minty when he opened it, but what the hell. Felt cool on his dick, and he probably needed that if he was about to bury it in Eddie’s hot little arse.

  Jeff had a moment of nerves when he was back, kneeling between Eddie’s legs. He’d never actually taken Sarah up the wrong ’un—not for want of suggesting it, but she’d always refused. Was it going to demand some kind of special skills and attention? And hang on, you could write what Jeff knew about anal sex on the palm of one hand with a big fat marker pen, but the one word that fit there would be LUBE. “Erm, don’t we need some lube or something?” Jeff asked.

  “Huh? Oh, maybe. Yeah, I s’pose you’d better.”

  “You do it without sometimes?”

  “Sometimes. With just spit. There’s lube in the tub.”

  Jeff tore himself away to locate the tub. Sex Wax? Talk about unsubtle packaging. He dug his fingers into the goop and sniffed. Okay, not so bad. Now, did he just slather it on himself or would Eddie need some too? It seemed so lame for a Dom to ask.

  In the end, he planted himself back between Eddie’s outstretched legs and tugged on the plug a few times. It got wider up the shaft, stretching Eddie’s arsehole around it as he moved the plug in and out. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to love it, aren’t you?”

  Eddie nodded frantically.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  “Fuckmefuckmefuckme.”

  “In detail. Step by step.” There, that was getting around his little problem.

  “I want you to pull the plug out and shove your big fat dick into me. Please. Sir.”

  Simple. Jeff slapped the side of Eddie’s thigh. “Okay, then. You asked for it.” He tugged harder on the plug, and the wide part popped out completely. Eddie made a guttural sound, and before he could think too much about what he was doing, Jeff slammed his dick home.

  Oh.

  Oh.

  Oh!

  So hot. So tight. Jeff pushed in as deep as he could go, feeling the resistance inside Eddie. But then it gave, and everything was rippling, pulsing heat. Like Eddie’s insides were throwing a party in honour of his arrival. “So fucking good,” Jeff growled, barely recognising his own voice. Eddie was spouting manic gibberish right into the mattress, but he seemed to be agreeing. He’d grabbed on to the ropes tying him to the bed frame, and all the muscles in his arms and back stood out. Eddie started to rise up onto his elbows, but Jeff pushed him down with a hand to his neck.

  “Stay there, bitch. I’m going to fuck you good and hard.”

  “Yesyesyesyespleaseohfuckohfuckohfuck!”

  Jeff slapped Eddie’s glowing-red arse and the words descended into a grunty mess. “Noisy bugger aren’t you? You always squeal like this when you’re getting your arse reamed?”

  “Nonono. Just you. Just with you. Please, Sir. Please.”

  “Please what?” Jeff paused with his dick deep inside Eddie and circled his hips. So fucking hot. Oh yes.

  “Harder. Faster. Please!”

  “And what if I want to go slow, bitch?” Jeff drew out as slowly as he could. All the way, so the tip of his dick was just kissing Eddie’s rapidly closing hole. And then he surged back in again. The noise Eddie made in response was just beautiful. Kind of a gurgle mixed with a groan. Jeff did it again just to hear that noise. And again. And again, until sweat was dripping from him down onto Eddie’s back.

  Eddie was so carried away, it was kind of awe-inspiring. There’s no way Jeff would ever dare lose it like that in front of anyone else, but Eddie didn’t seem to have any inhibitions. He thrashed and sobbed and pleaded, and made noises that were so fucking sexy, they should have been illegal.

  Now he thought about it, Eddie was a hell of a lot braver than Jeff was.

  It was an unsettling thought, so Jeff did his best to fuck it out of his mind. He picked up his pace, driving into Eddie so hard he knocked him flat on the bed. Jeff lay on top of his prone sub and gave in to the temptation to bite that spot where his neck met his shoulder.

  Eddie howled and writhed. “Please. Gotta come. Please, Sir!” His body tensed under Jeff’s, like he was fighting to hold back the orgasm with every muscle he owned. From the slice of Eddie’s face Jeff could see, it looked like he had his eyes squeezed shut and was grimacing.

  Next time they’d have to do this face-to-face, so Jeff could watch every last expression. And so he could kiss him. Would Eddie’s kisses now be as frantic as his body language?

  He drew out Eddie’s discomfort a little longer, making shallow, jabbing thrusts, which seemed to punch all the air out of Eddie’s lungs, if his grunts were anything to go by. But before long, Jeff’s own orgasm built up in his balls.

  “Do it,” he panted. “Come now. Like this.”

  He pushed in as deep as he could and stayed there, circling his hips slowly.

  Eddie gave a pained gasp, arched his back, and his entire body stiffened. He clamped down on Jeff’s cock like he was never going to let him go, and then his insides spasmed like crazy. The delicious pressure pulled Jeff’s orgasm out of his balls, and he sank his teeth back into Eddie’s neck.

  When Eddie’s shuddering had milked every la
st bit of spunk from Jeff’s balls, he collapsed all his weight onto Eddie and lay there, waiting to catch his breath. Eddie heaved underneath him, obviously suffering from the same problem.

  Jeff pressed an openmouthed kiss to the back of his neck, wishing he were taller so he could reach Eddie’s mouth.

  “Too heavy,” Eddie mumbled into the pillow. “Roll off.”

  “Sorry.” Jeff grasped the condom before pulling out, then chucked it onto the floor. It was a crying shame to have to leave that hot little arse, but he’d get to do this again. As soon as he could, hopefully.

  “Cuffs?” Eddie reminded him, his voice hoarse. No doubt that was from all the noise he’d been making. Shit, Jeff hoped Eddie’s neighbours were hard of hearing.

  He couldn’t work out how to untie the knots he’d made quickly, and so he settled for just unbuckling the cuffs. Eddie sighed and his arms flopped down, like he didn’t have the energy to move them anywhere more comfortable.

  Jeff lay down to one side of Eddie and put an arm around him, and Eddie responded by rolling over so they were facing each other. Eddie looked well and truly fucked, and he gave a sleepy smile before burrowing his head into the crook of Jeff’s neck.

  “Mmm, that was amazing. Knew you’d be a great top.”

  Jeff grunted in response. It was just dawning on him that he’d just screwed a man, and that he didn’t feel weird about it. Well, maybe a little bit weird, but more puzzled than disgusted. He didn’t know how to share any of that with the man in his arms, though.

  “Meant to come all over your arse,” he eventually said, because that seemed like a safe topic of conversation.

  “Mm, and I meant to ask you to bring that ginger and stick it up my arse first, but there’s always next time.”

  “Next time?” Ginger up the arse?

  “Next time.” Eddie yawned and snuggled in closer. Jeff gave in to the urge to stroke his back, and Eddie made a happy sound like a cat.

  “Tomorrow?” Jeff suggested.

  “Huh?”

  “I could come round tomorrow. Fuck you after work. With ginger, if that’s really what you want.”