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  JJ couldn’t wait to find out.

  The room had gone quiet. He couldn’t even hear Darren’s breathing. His dick ached, and he longed for Darren’s fingers to stroke it, tug it, anything. But there was… nothing. “Darren?”

  “Still here,” Darren said quietly, his voice calm. “You have your safewords, not that I think you’ll need them.”

  JJ heard movement, the sound of Darren’s boots on the floor as he circled JJ’s chair. His breathing sped up, and he strained to hear anything that might give away Darren’s plans.

  “Do I turn you on, JJ?”

  JJ jumped to hear Darren so close. “Yes, Sir.”

  “What turns you on the most about me?”

  He frowned. “I… I don’t understand.”

  Darren’s breath was hot on his neck. “When you think about me, what gets you excited the most?” A few beats of silence. “Is it my cock? The way it fills you just so? The burn and stretch when it pushes into you? Or is it the way I grab your head when I’m pushing into your mouth? Letting my cock slide down the back of your throat?”

  JJ groaned. “Your voice.” Like right now, when it’s all husky and you’re saying things that get me so fucking horny. Just listening to him was enough to make JJ’s dick twitch.

  “Okay, what about my voice?”

  JJ shivered to feel Darren blowing on his nipple, and the tiny nub hardened. It was difficult to think clearly. “It’s deep and rich, and it makes my insides quiver.”

  Silence. JJ took rapid breaths, his pulse racing. Where is he?

  “I like that,” Darren whispered right next to his ear, making him shiver. “It’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

  Touch me, Touch me, Touch Me. God, JJ wanted Darren’s hands on him.

  “You want to know what turns me on about you?” Darren asked, that voice soft as silk.

  “Yes.” It came out more as a whisper. JJ shuddered when Darren blew gently over the head of his leaking cock before moving upward.

  “I could look at you all day. I wish you could see what I see right this second. You, sitting so still, your nipples hard, your belly taut. You have a beautiful dick. I love the way it feels in my mouth, hard yet silky soft. I love taking you deep, so that all you want to do is fuck my mouth. And oh my God, the sounds you make.”

  In his head JJ pictured the scene so clearly. Him pushed against the wall, Darren on his knees, head bobbing as he deep-throated JJ’s cock. Darren’s hands touching him, on his balls, his belly, his chest, sliding a finger in and out of his hole, keeping in time with his tongue….

  “If I close my eyes,” Darren said quietly, “I can see you as you were the other night, on our bed. Your arms wide, wrists cuffed to the headboard. Your legs spread wide for me. Ropes wound around your thighs, red rope, so vivid against your skin. A length of rope running from them to the headboard, pulling your knees up toward your chest, and more rope twisted around your ankles, tying them to the bed frame.”

  JJ groaned as he recalled that night, the picture Darren painted with his words so clear in his mind. “I had a blindfold on that time too,” he whispered. It had made the experience all the more erotic. He could still feel Darren’s mouth on him, licking and sucking his nipples. Tracing a line down to his navel. JJ’s cock jerked, the memory sending ripples of heat through his body.

  “There you were,” Darren said, “your hole already loosened by my tongue, still glistening with my saliva. All I had to do was press the head of my dick to your entrance and push all the way into you. Fuck, you were tight. You lay beneath me, moaning, telling me how good it felt.”

  “Oh God, it did,” JJ agreed. “I love it when you’re inside me.” He shifted on the chair, desperate to feel some contact. “Please,” he begged. “Touch me.”

  A pause. “Do you need to take a break, JJ?”

  “Do you need me to kill you in your sleep?” he growled. Now he got it. Darren was just going to carry on like that, arousing him to the point where he couldn’t bear it any longer.

  Darren laughed. “I get the message. I’ll just keep going, shall I?”

  “Fuck, yes, don’t leave me hanging,” he cried out, pulling away from the chair but realizing at the last minute that Darren had not only cuffed his wrists but had also tied him to the chair.

  “I think that’s my favorite thing to do with you, you know,” Darren said, ignoring the desperation in JJ’s tone. “Tying you up, in whatever position I want, ready for me to fuck you. I could fuck you all afternoon. I’d take a break whenever I get too close to coming, and then I’d be right back to it, sliding into that tight hole, hearing you moan and cry out. I’d hold out as long as I could and then shoot deep into your arse, filling you with my come.”

  JJ shuddered, trying to imagine the sensation of Darren’s dick, hot and bare, inside him. I want that. I want that with him.

  “Fuck, can you feel it?” Darren demanded. “Feel my hot come, adding heat to your already hot hole?”

  “Yes,” JJ gasped. It felt so fucking real.

  “I’d lie there, my cock still buried inside you, waiting until it was soft enough to slip out of you. I’d fill you with a nice fat butt plug, to keep part of me in you.” He paused. “Tell me what you’re seeing in your mind right now.”

  JJ couldn’t hold back. “Me, lying facedown on the bed.”

  “Go on,” Darren whispered, his breath hot on JJ’s ear.

  “You’ve wound rope around my chest, looping it up around my neck and down my spine. My arms are tied, and my legs are spread, knees bent, my ankles up toward my arse. You’ve tied my wrists to them, and there’s rope going from them to that rope down my back. I’m helpless, unable to move… at your mercy.”

  He caught the hitch in Darren’s breathing. “A hogtied JJ. Perfect.”

  “Yours, Sir,” he said breathlessly. “To do whatever you wish.” JJ swallowed. “Tell me. Tell what you’d do to me.”

  “Oh, I know exactly what I’d do.” Darren’s voice was deep, thick with desire. “I’d grab those firm arsecheeks and spread them to reveal that tight little hole, and then I’d bury my face in your crack, fucking you with my tongue.”

  “Fuck, you know I love it when you rim me,” JJ groaned. “Please, Darren….”

  That velvet voice poured out, filling his ears. “And when you were crying out, begging me to fill you, then, JJ. Then I would slam into you, and when you groaned as I bottomed out, it would be the sweetest sound you’ve ever made.”

  “Please. Please, I can’t. I need. Please.” The need to come was white hot.

  “Please, what?” The words were a growl, feral, primitive, and full of heat.

  “Darren—Sir—Master—please, please, I’m begging you….”

  Darren unsnapped the ring and freed his aching cock and balls. A full body shiver rippled through JJ when Darren wrapped his hand around the rigid shaft and stroked it gently before giving it a single tug. “Come,” he whispered.

  JJ cried out and arched his back, his balls emptying, come warming his stomach, chest, and face. His body went limp, sagging on his chair. Darren pulled off the blindfold, and JJ gasped to feel his tongue lapping up his spunk before claiming JJ’s mouth and sharing his load. JJ moaned into the brutal kiss. “Please, my hands… need to touch you.”

  Darren let him go and rushed to kneel behind his chair. Within seconds JJ’s hands were his own again. Darren lifted him to a standing position and went right back to kissing him, hands stroking up and down his spine, cupping his arse and squeezing. JJ clung to him, the last remnants of his climax ebbing away, leaving him weak at the knees. He laughed.

  “Can I sit down again?”

  “I think we can do better than that,” Darren said, leading him to the bed. They lay down together, Darren’s arms around him, JJ’s head on his chest.

  JJ smiled. “Considering it was me who just came, your heart is pounding.”

  Darren stroked his back. “That would be because watching you come like that was
breathtaking.” He lifted JJ’s chin and kissed him, more gently this time. “So, tell me. Was that orgasm as good as it looked?”

  JJ let out a groan. “Oh God, it was amazing. I’ve never come like that.”

  “I know I kept you on edge this last week. Was it worth the wait?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  “Excellent. I’m glad to hear it, because I was thinking that next time we might try to see if you’re multi-orgasmic.” Darren grinned.

  JJ did his best to glare. “I hate you.” Not that he meant a word of it. He closed his eyes in an attempt to seal this moment in his memory. He could feel the rhythmic thump of Darren’s heartbeat, now more regular, a comforting sound. In his nostrils was the smell of leather. The feel of Darren’s strong arms around him. The scent of his own come on him.

  It wasn’t just the orgasm that made it so… heady. Exhilarating. Fucking amazing.

  It was then that he remembered something vital. There are two of us in this room.

  JJ craned his neck to look at Darren’s face. “What about you? How do you feel it went?”

  Darren brushed his fingers through his hair and shuddered out a breath. “That was… hell, incredible doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

  JJ nodded, his cheek rasping on Darren’s chest hair. He slid a hand across to caress the leather harness. “Uh-huh. I know. It was hotter than hell.”

  Darren peered down at him. “It was more than that. This wasn’t just about sex for me.” He fell silent, his brow furrowed.

  JJ reached up and cupped his cheek. “Tell me,” he said quietly.

  Darren covered JJ’s hand with his own. “I told you why I wanted to train as a Dom. I wanted that connection I saw between Peter and Thomas. What just happened between us? I now understand a tiny bit of how Thomas feels.” He paused to draw in a deep breath. “I didn’t expect to be so overwhelmed by it. To have you there, to have that control. It was so… humbling. And when you begged me, when you called me Master….” He shivered. “What we have here? It’s completely shattered anything that’s come before it for me.” His smile lit up his face, abolishing the expression of intense concentration. “And I want more. So much more.”

  JJ’s heart soared. “Me too.” He stretched up to kiss Darren on the mouth, a gentle, tender kiss that was the perfect end to such an admission. Then he snuggled back against him, glancing along his body. “I have to say, the outfit is fantastic. You in leather is… whoa.”

  “Glad you approve,” Darren said with a chuckle.

  JJ slid his hand down to where Darren’s cock poked out through the laces at his crotch. “But taking out your dick when I couldn’t get my hands on it was mean.” He was pleased when the shaft hardened at his touch. JJ lifted his chin to grin at Darren. “You didn’t get to come.”

  “We do have this room for the rest of the night,” Darren said, smiling. “How about round two?”

  JJ gaped. “You are kidding, right? After I just jettisoned about a week’s worth of come from my balls? Yeah, right.”

  Darren cupped his balls and ran his fingers lightly up and down JJ’s softened shaft. “You’re twenty-four. How long do you think it will take you to get hard again?”

  JJ glanced down to where his dick lay nestled in Darren’s palm. He grinned. “Well, why don’t you start talking dirty to me? With that tongue of yours, you’ll probably have me like a rock in no time.”

  Darren’s eyes gleamed. “I can think of much better uses for my tongue,” he said, before moving down the bed.

  JJ sighed. “I do like the way you think.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  JJ WISHED he’d worn a looser shirt. No, strike that. He wished he hadn’t worn a shirt at all. His chest ached every time he took a step. He couldn’t believe he’d gone ahead with his plan, but his desire to please Darren, to show him how much JJ appreciated everything he’d done, outweighed any discomfort on his part.

  He wanted to make his Dom proud.

  Holy hell, will I ever get used to saying that? The thought put a spring in his step, however, and he walked down the street to their house, ignoring the dull ache.

  Darren hadn’t arrived home from the salon yet, so JJ let himself in and stripped off his shirt before he started preparing dinner. Tonight would be something simple, because no way in hell did he want to stand over a hot stove right now. He settled on some sandwiches made from the chicken Darren had grilled the other night. A dollop of mayonnaise, some spices, and a few slices of french bread, a few crisps, and voila, instant meal.

  When the front door opened, JJ threw on his shirt and hissed at the pain that radiated throughout his chest.

  “Honey, I’m home.”

  JJ growled at a smiling Darren. “Honey?” Sweetheart, he didn’t mind so much.

  Darren strolled into the kitchen. “How’s my little homemaker today?”

  JJ knew he was joking, and any other time he’d have laughed, but not right then. “Sod off. I have to work tonight, so sit down and eat your dinner.”

  Darren glanced at the worktop where JJ was standing. “Sandwiches? Wow, you really went all out, didn’t you?”

  JJ brandished the sharp knife he’d used to slice the chicken. “If you don’t like it, you can stop on your way home and grab a pizza next time.”

  Darren held up his hands. “I’m teasing you, JJ. You remember teasing, right? A little fun, a few laughs. Nothing quite like it.”

  “Yeah, well, maybe I’m not in the mood tonight,” JJ grumped.

  Darren’s expression turned serious. “You okay? What’s going on?” He stepped in close and put his hands on JJ’s chest, massaging firmly and eliciting a pained squeak from JJ. Darren pulled back his hands hurriedly. “What the hell? What’s wrong with your chest?”

  JJ slowly lifted his shirt. His bad mood dissolved into nothing when he saw the look on Darren’s face.

  “Holy fuck,” Darren whispered as he leaned in to get a closer look. “Please tell me those are real.”

  “Do you see the swelling? Yes, they’re quite real.”

  Darren reached out with a trembling hand.

  “Careful,” JJ warned.

  With a featherlight touch, Darren stroked the stainless steel rings piercing through JJ’s nipples.

  “Thought you didn’t like the idea of being pierced?” Darren asked, his voice filled with awe.

  “I didn’t think I would,” JJ admitted. “But you seemed so intrigued by the idea, and I wanted to do this for you, so I stopped in after you left and had it done. Do you like it?”

  “Oh, hell yes. How long before they’re healed?” Darren hadn’t taken his eyes off them.

  “They’ll be sore for a day or two, but then the swelling will go down. You should be able to touch them in a couple of weeks. It might be longer before you can get rough with them, though. They can take six to ten weeks to heal.”

  Darren let out a low groan. “Oh, baby, all I want is to touch them.” He straightened and looked JJ in the eye. “I’m fine with waiting until they heal. I’d never want to hurt you. I’ll want to see the aftercare instructions, because those things are about to become my favorite toy, and I don’t want you to risk an infection or anything else.” He lowered his gaze once more, smiling.

  The way Darren stared at his chest made JJ equal parts hot and uncomfortable. Right now he wanted Darren pawing at him, grabbing his chest, tweaking his nipples. But just because that was out of the program for a while didn’t mean they couldn’t have other fun.

  It seemed Darren had other ideas.

  “I’ll be right back.” Darren kissed his cheek and disappeared into the dining room that also served as his office. He had a beautiful antique desk that held all his business paperwork. JJ usually steered clear when he was working. He’d quickly learned that distracting Darren while he sorted out his books was not how to get on his good side.

  JJ stared after him in dismay. Apparently fun wasn’t on the agenda. Sighing, he went back to putting togeth
er a bowl of salad. What is he doing?

  Darren sauntered into the kitchen, still smiling. He sat at the table, his gaze focused on JJ’s chest.

  “Stop staring at my nipples,” JJ complained. Not that he didn’t like the attention. Everything told him Darren really, really liked them.

  “Can’t help it. I’m marking the days off on the calendar until I can play with them.”

  JJ gaped. “You’re not.”

  Darren grinned. “What do you think I was doing in the dining room? Come on. I’ll show you.”

  He made as if to rise from the table, but JJ placed the plate containing the sandwiches in front of him with a loud crash.

  “I believe you! Now eat.”

  Darren chuckled and picked up his sandwich. Every now and then his gaze would flicker to JJ’s nubs, and he’d smile.

  JJ gave an inward groan. What will he be like when they’re healed?

  He couldn’t wait to find out.

  “JJ, DON’T take this the wrong way, but….”

  He laughed. “I know. I need to get my arse out of the salon so you can get some work done, right?”

  Darren took hold of his hand and tugged him into the supply room at the back of the salon, amid whistles from his staff and amused smiles from his regulars. He closed the door behind them and shoved JJ up against it, grinding against him so JJ could feel just how hard his boyfriend was.

  “I loved it that you came by,” Darren whispered, “especially since you brought with you the lunch that I forgot to pick up, because—”

  “Because we woke up late, and you had to leave in a hurry?” JJ suggested with a grin, looping his arms around Darren’s neck. “So late, in fact, that I didn’t even get to enjoy this.” He reached down and gently squeezed Darren’s dick through his pants.

  Darren pushed out a groan. “And why did we wake up late?”

  JJ put his hand to Darren’s nape and slowly pulled him forward until their lips met. “Because we were fucking most of the night?” he murmured into Darren’s mouth, before opening for him as Darren’s tongue plunged between his lips. The kiss was heady as fuck, with the promise of more to come when Darren got home.