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  I really liked that idea. “Sounds like a plan, Sir.”

  Then he was tugging me, pulling me to lie on top of him, my face above his, all my weight on him. “Damn good plan.” His voice had a husky quality to it. His hands were gentle as he cupped my head and drew me down to where his lips awaited mine. I gave myself up to the kiss and sank into it, not hesitating to suck at his tongue, which explored my mouth so leisurely. He groaned into the kiss and plunged deeper, hands holding my head steady while he took what he wanted.

  What I wanted too.

  God, I’d missed kissing. I’d missed the intimacy of it, the way it could start out so tender, the first few notes subdued and hesitant, before swelling into a crescendo of heated passion. I’d missed the feel of another man’s body, the mixture of hard and soft, the firm line of someone’s back, the softer curve of buttocks. For the longest time there had been only Master Phillip, and here I was, learning the feel of Eli’s body, lean, muscled in a way that my master hadn’t been, a difference in body length too. Everything was a reminder that Eli wasn’t him.

  “Pet?”

  Eli’s endearment broke through, and in that moment I could have kicked myself.

  His hand moved to hold my cheek in his palm. “What is it?” Those green eyes were focused on mine, concern so visible in them that it stole my breath.

  I didn’t want him to think badly of me, that I was lying there on top of him, dwelling on the things that made him not Master Phillip. Not when he was taking time away from work so that we could get to know each other better. So I went with a half truth.

  “It’s… it’s been a while since I—”

  That was as far as he allowed me to get. Eli stopped my words with a kiss, and then nodded. “It’s okay, pet. This is for us to learn about each other. There’s no rush.”

  The tightness around my chest loosened and breathing became easier. “Yes, Sir,” I said softly. Anything else I’d wanted to say was lost in a sigh when he cupped my head tenderly once more and kissed me, only this time with an edge of hunger. Heat pulsed in my belly and groin as I responded eagerly, letting him in.

  I could have lain there for hours, exchanging kisses that alternated between sweet and tender, and hot and lingering. But Eli broke off and gazed up at me.

  “How about we move things upstairs to our bed?” He grinned. “I need a bit more space for what I have in mind.”

  That sent my heart racing. “Okay.”

  In a flash he’d pushed me up off him, lurched up off the couch and was tugging me by the hand up the stairs and into the bedroom. I had no time to think about what was coming as I was pushed down onto the bed and Eli was posed above me, still grinning. “Clothes, pet. Off.” And then he was undoing the buttons on my shirt. My heart pounded when he paused for a second and regarded the shirt he held in his hands. I’d known it wouldn’t be long before he noticed what I’d been wearing, but I prayed we wouldn’t talk about it now, especially when my dick was like a rock inside my sweatpants. Then he seemed to dismiss whatever he was thinking and began tugging my sweatpants off, my cock bouncing up to slap against my belly.

  Eli laughed. “Oh, someone’s eager.” My heart stuttered when he bent over my dick and encased it in wet heat, sucking it deep into his mouth. I thrust up with my hips, desperate for more, and he pushed me back down, chuckling, his mouth still full of cock. He let go with a loud pop and knelt up on the bed to undress himself. His gaze darted to the bedside cabinet. “Condoms and lube, pet, in the drawer.” Then he laughed. “Not that we’ll need them for a while yet.”

  I left him to his disrobing and scrambled to the cabinet to fetch the required items. I placed them by the pillow and sat back to watch Eli’s body emerge from beneath his clothing. His dick was heavy and thick with an upward curve, the head wide. He beckoned me to lie down and then he stretched out next to me. “I’m in the mood to explore.” His eyes shone.

  And explore he did. He began with soft kisses to my neck that made me squirm, especially when he got close to my ears. Master Phillip had always—

  I pushed aside the thought. This time was for me and Eli.

  “You like that.” It wasn’t a question.

  “Y-yes, Sir,” I stammered, pushing out a low moan when he slid his hand over my chest and plucked at my nipples. He already knew they were a hotspot. Eli moved over my skin with his mouth, kissing, licking and sucking, making me quiver and sending hot and cold flushes through me. He pulled my arms up above my head and kissed my pits, rubbing his face in the hair there, before moving to my bicep and licking the muscle, biting it gently.

  I’d never known such… worship. And I wanted to carry out a little worship of my own.

  “Sir, may I?” I flicked my gaze down the length of his body.

  Eli grinned. “Oh, please.” He dropped onto his back and folded his arms under his head.

  That was my cue.

  I knelt above him on all fours and kissed him, from the top of his head down to his neck where I licked the fragrant skin near his collarbone. The small groan that slid from between Eli’s lips was enough to make me feel bolder, and I brought my mouth to his nipple, catching it between my teeth and tugging at it.

  “Oh, yes, just like that.”

  I kissed and licked that firm belly, tracing my tongue along the ridges of his abs before descending farther to lick into his navel. His stomach quivered, and he stifled a giggle. Ah. Eli was ticklish. I filed it away for the future and continued on my journey, edging lower to where hair nestled above his dick, coarse and curly. I buried my nose in it, breathing in the smell of pure Eli. Then I rubbed my face in the crease where his thigh began, the scent of him so rich there. His cock nudged my cheek, hot and thick, and I licked up from his balls to his slit, lapping at the precome I found there.

  “Yes, pet, yes.” Eli’s voice shook and the muscles in his abs jumped. I smiled to myself, kissed his inner thighs and moved lower. Eli let out a groan of dissatisfaction. “Tease.”

  I ignored him and nuzzled the soft flesh on his inner thigh, pushing my nose under his balls and drinking in the rich aroma of this sexy man. I dragged my tongue over his balls before licking a line down his thigh.

  Apparently I’d pushed him too far.

  Eli reared up off the bed and shoved me down, face-first, onto the cover. His hands were on my thighs, pushing my legs wide. He grabbed hold of my arse cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing me to the cool air. Then warm breath ghosted over my hole, and I clenched, a shiver rippling through me. That first touch of Eli’s tongue to my hole was electric. I couldn’t repress the tremors that ravaged me, and I reached around to spread myself wide for him, pushing back.

  “Good, pet, very good.” Then he was back, licking my entrance, pushing at it insistently, more licking, more sucking, until I was a quivering wreck.

  “Please, Sir!” I wasn’t above begging, not when my whole body craved his cock.

  Eli

  I SMILED. “Did you want something, pet?” I reached for the condom packet and tore it open. A whimper rolled out of Jarod, and the sound went straight to my dick. Quickly I gloved up and ran a lube-slicked hand over my shaft before rubbing a couple of fingers over his hole. He pushed up to meet me, pulling at his cheeks, opening himself up for me. The sight of him, so eager for me, nearly had me coming on the spot. I slid a finger into him, then another, stretching him, recalling his statement that it had been a while.

  “Enough, Sir. Now, please!” The urgent need in Jarod’s voice pulled at me, and I grabbed hold of his hips, tugging him into a kneeling position, his legs still spread wide. I knelt behind him, my cock pressed against him, and took a deep breath.

  “Now, pet.” I sank my dick deep into his arse in one long, fluid glide, until I was fully seated.

  His drawn-out sigh was music to my ears. “Oh, yesss.”

  I didn’t wait, but slid all the way out of him, only to thrust back into that tight, perfect heat. His channel was snug around my cock, pulling me in, p
ulling me deep. I rocked into him, keeping my thrusts long and even, my desire just about held in check. Jarod pushed back to meet each slide of my dick, his breathing shallow, spine arched. Between us we established a rhythm, moving together as one. I tried to keep the pace even; I might be able to come twice in quick succession, but I knew Jarod would probably only have the one orgasm in him. I was determined to make it good for him.

  I pulled out of him and flipped him onto his back. “Want to watch your face, pet,” I said as I slid my cock all the way into him once again. I grabbed his legs and raised them to my shoulders, my gaze focused on his expression.

  Jarod stared up at me, lips parted, eyes wide. “Feels so good,” he said, his chest heaving. I leaned over him, pushing him until his knees were at my shoulders, almost bending him in two. Our lips met, and I slowed down to kiss him, savoring the taste of him. The feel of him, tight around my dick, was exquisite, and I couldn’t help myself. I picked up the pace, hips snapping forward as I pushed into him faster, our bodies meeting in a loud slap of flesh against flesh.

  Jarod stiffened, his breathing ragged. “Close, Sir.”

  “Can you come without touching your cock?” I asked, my balls tingling, my own orgasm imminent.

  He arched his back and groaned. “If you keep hammering my prostate like that, then yes,” he gasped out, a hint of a smile about his lips.

  It was good to know I was hitting the spot. I hooked my arms under him and anchored him to me by the shoulders, our faces scant inches apart. I sped up, thrusting harder, hips rocking faster, and Jarod howled. “Oh God, Sir, yes!”

  I locked gazes with him, our breaths mingling. “Come for me, pet.”

  Jarod opened his mouth, but no words came out, only a long, hitching sigh as his back bowed and his body clamped down on my dick, milking come from me as he came. Shudders coursed through him, and he clung to me, our lips meeting in a breathless kiss. I fed my groan into his mouth when I felt the heat of his come between us, our bodies locked together.

  I dropped my head to his shoulder and buried my face in his neck. “That was so good.” I kissed him, his chest damp with perspiration against mine.

  Jarod brought his arms around me and held me close. “Good, but sort of messy. I think a shower might be in order.”

  Now there was an idea. “I’ve heard shower sex is fun. We may have to give that a try too.”

  Jarod barely managed to squeak out, “I’ll start the water,” before he’d launched himself off the bed, extracting himself from my arms, as slippery as an eel.

  I was very pleased with Jarod’s reactions. He’d been so enthusiastic and the noises he’d made had driven me on to get him to make more. I put my arms behind my head and watched as he walked away. My skin tingled, and my cock made a valiant effort to rise again as that arse I’d just buried myself in moved toward the bathroom.

  I was very pleased. I was also certain we’d be able to find new ways to please ourselves in the future.

  Chapter Eleven

  Eli

  FROM THE bedroom I caught the rumble of the washing machine as it started up and lurched into its cycle. Something had been niggling away at me since the previous day, but I couldn’t for the life of me put my finger on it. Then it came to me.

  Jarod’s doing the laundry. Clothes.

  “Pet, can you come up here, please?” I hollered down the staircase. A moment later I heard the utility room door closing and the washing machine faded to a low hum. I stood beside the bed and waited. Jarod entered the room and the first thing I did was glance at his clothes.

  Damn it.

  He must have picked up on something in my manner, because he became very still. “Sir?”

  “You and I must do our clothes shopping at the same places, pet.” I kept my tone light. “Because I have a shirt just like that one.” I approached him and smoothed my hand over the cotton, letting my fingers trail along the sleeve. “Except I don’t wear mine anymore, not since I spattered paint on it once.” I pointed to the spots of blue paint, visible on the pale fabric near the elbow. “Funny. You seem to have done exactly the same thing, in exactly the same spot.”

  Jarod paled. “I can explain….”

  I gave a shrug. “Not that I mind seeing you in my clothes, but I’m surprised not to have been asked, to be honest.” I let my gaze travel lower and then stopped. Of course, one pair of sweatpants looks much like another, but….

  Jarod bit his lip. “I found the shirt in a drawer in the guest bedroom, sir, along with the sweatpants. I didn’t think you’d miss them, seeing as you weren’t keeping them with the rest of your clothes, but I couldn’t wear my leather pants and harness around the house. You’d have said something.”

  I thought quickly back to the night we’d met. What Jarod had been wearing.

  And then it struck me. Jarod hadn’t been home since that night. Come to think of it, Jarod had worn nothing but sweatpants and a shirt ever since I’d brought him to my house.

  “I wash them every day when you’re at work,” he said quietly.

  Oh hell. “You’ve been wearing my clothes because all yours are in your house and you haven’t been home to pick them up. Does that sum up the situation?” Jarod nodded, swallowing. I shook my head. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  Jarod mumbled something, his gaze locked on the floor.

  “I asked a question, pet. I want an answer I can hear.”

  “I didn’t want to be an inconvenience,” he said, his voice soft.

  “So all this time you’ve been wearing the same set of clothes, and never once thought to, maybe, mention it to me? I think it’s time to learn a lesson about communication, pet.”

  This would be my first time punishing my sub, and I wanted to be sure it was something he wouldn’t forget. I grinned.

  I left the room and went into my playroom to the toy chest. I pulled out a leather cock ring. It would be uncomfortable, but wouldn’t cause any permanent injury. I came back into the room. “Strip,” I ordered.

  He took his clothes off quickly, folding them and laying them on the bed.

  “I want you to stroke yourself until you’re erect, then stop.”

  His hands went to his crotch, and he began sliding his fingers over the flesh, but he didn’t get hard.

  I lifted my eyebrows. “Problem, pet?”

  His cheeks were red. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m nervous.”

  “That shouldn’t be a problem,” I answered. I stepped over to him and grasped his shaft, stroking and teasing until it began to rise. His breathing hitched, and he kept his gaze focused on me. It wasn’t long until he was hard. Then I fastened the ring around his now-engorged prick.

  “You’ll be wearing this all day,” I told him. “And you’ll also be staying naked.”

  His eyes widened. “But, Sir, you said you were expecting a package.” He blinked, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “It’ll be here soon.”

  “I’m sure the driver has seen worse,” I told him, even though I had no intention of letting anyone see him.

  He lowered his gaze. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

  I cupped his chin and lifted until our eyes met. “If the doorbell rings, just leave it. I’ll take care of it. This isn’t to embarrass you. It’s to make sure that you understand you need to talk with me.” I had a thought, and began stripping off my clothes. “And I should have noticed you were wearing the same thing, so I guess we both need a punishment. Neither of us will wear clothes today.” I dropped my clothes onto the bed and stood there, my hands on my hips, my cock already rising.

  Jarod gave me the widest grin I’d seen yet. It was a good look on him.

  “Don’t get me wrong, Jarod. I actually enjoy seeing you in my clothes. The point is that you should have mentioned you didn’t have anything to wear. In the excitement of having you here, it was one of those things that got lost in the details. Of course I should have noticed. So I think we both need to learn the importance of communication. Without i
t, trust can never be found, and for what I have in mind, we both need to know we can trust each other implicitly.”

  His grin faded, and he gave me a slow nod. “You’re right, Sir. I should have said something.” Whatever else he’d been going to say was lost when the doorbell rang, shattering the quiet.

  It was my turn to grin. “That’ll be UPS. I’d better make sure I’ve got a tip for him this morning, to make up for the shock I’m about to give him.” I caught his gasp as I turned around and headed down the stairs, chuckling to myself.

  I hoped fervently that it wasn’t the female driver. I’d never be able to look her in the eye again.

  Jarod

  ELI GRUMBLED as he tried again to knot his tie. “Tell me again why I have to wear this bloody thing,” he grumped.

  I smiled and stepped into his space, taking the silk in my fingers and drawing it into a knot. “My mother wants to meet you,” I informed him. “I want you to look nice. And since I’m wearing the butt plug you insisted on, I think the least you can do is wear this for me.” I’d explained that I’d called her the previous weekend to tell her I wasn’t coming, and why. She’d insisted on meeting Eli this Sunday, however.

  He glared at me. “I can think of a few better uses for this tie.” The words came out as a growl.

  I swallowed hard, picturing him binding me to the bed with the strip of maroon fabric I was now clenching.

  There was a wicked gleam in Eli’s eyes. “Imagine it, pet. You at my mercy, all stretched out on my bed with no way to stop me. I could edge you for hours, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm, but then denying it. We could have so much fun.” He smirked. “Well, I’d be the one having all the fun, if you think about it.”

  My cock throbbed. He really wasn’t playing fair. “If that’s what would please you, Sir,” I whispered; then I grinned and added, “After you meet my mother.”