The man folded and pocketed the knife, and then he lithely dismounted him and the bed in one fluid movement. Jamie tracked his motions and watched him drop his pants to the floor. And Jesus the man was all lean muscle. Not ripped, but hard looking. A wall of masculinity. Jamie had been so mesmerized by his admiration that he realized he wasn’t sure what Alex was planning until he stepped to the edge of the bed and hauled Jamie so that his head hung backward off the mattress.
“Time to give that smart mouth what it really needs,” his attacker gritted out, taking his beast of a cock in hand. The man squeezed Jamie’s jaw. Hard. “Open.”
“No, man.” Jamie clamped his mouth shut and twisted and turned as much as he could.
“Open.” He pinched Jamie’s nose, making his mouth pop open to gasp down a breath.
Cock suddenly filled Jamie’s mouth. Hot. Heavy. Thick. Overwhelming. Jamie moaned at the decadence of the sensation, at the strain in his jaw from trying to accept the invasion, at how the position restricted Jamie’s sight to Alex’s full ball sack. At having another man’s cock inside him for the first time in his life.
“Bite me and I’ll hurt you worse,” the man spat, pinching and twisting both of Jamie’s nipples. He bucked and moaned, his mouth over full. And, God, his own cock was throbbing so hard that Jamie would’ve given anything to have been able to take it in hand and give it just one good stroke. A desire that made him hyperaware of the cutting restriction around his scrotum.
Jamie was absolutely drowning in Alex. His musky, masculine scent. The too-big mouthful of his cock. His rough touch.
“You can do better than that,” Alex growled, shoving his hips forward. “Take it all.”
Choking and gasping, instinct had Jamie trying to rear or turn away, but the position meant he couldn’t move far.
“No!” Alex said, bringing both gloved hands down against the muscles of his pecs. Fire raced across his skin from the impact. “Take it all in your mouth or you won’t get it anywhere else.”
“Please,” he whimpered, no longer sure if he was asking the intruder to stop or Alex to continue. Fantasy and reality tumbled and melded until Jamie didn’t know what was up or down. He only knew Alex. Only Alex.
“Take my cock, boy.” The fat head pressed into Jamie’s mouth again and surged inward. “Let it fill that pretty mouth. Let it hurt for me.”
One hard, gloved hand planted itself in the middle of Jamie’s chest, and the other grasped the back of Jamie’s head. And then Master Alex face-fucked Jamie without the slightest bit of mercy.
His hips thrust. Alex’s hand forced Jamie’s head to meet those thrusts halfway. And that big cock closed off the back of his throat again and again. Jamie gagged and gasped and moaned. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes and saliva smeared onto his cheeks. It was dirty and debasing and suffocating. His neck ached and his jaw ached and his balls ached from the arousal gathering behind the restriction of the zip tie.
“Yes, yes,” Alex rasped, his hips picking up speed, his strokes going deeper. “Now take it all.” With both hands grasping the back of Jamie’s head, the Dom forced him to impale his throat on the impossibly fat head of that cock. Jamie took him so deep that Alex’s heavy ball sack covered his face. A strangled groan tried to rip from Jamie’s mouth, and the burn of air deprivation kindled in his chest. “Hold it.” Jamie’s sounds became more desperate, and tendrils of real fear twined with the lust. “Fucking hold it.”
But he couldn’t, and his body wouldn’t be denied. His shoulders wrenched and his hips bucked and he unleashed a strangled scream.
“Yes,” Alex roared, stepping clear.
Jamie’s breathing sawed in and out of him as sweet oxygen returned. He was overwhelmed and drowning in sensation and needed friction against his cock so fucking bad that he could’ve cried.
Bringing their faces close, Alex said, “Look how pretty you are.” He licked at the corner of Jamie’s eye, tasting his tears. How could something be so affectionate and so twisted at the same time?
“Are you…are you done with me yet?” Jamie managed, struggling to crawl back into his character’s skin. “Just go.”
“No, I’m not going to be done with you for a long, long time.” Alex smacked his face. “I think I could get addicted to these sweet tears.” He smacked him again, little stinging humiliations.
Then Alex stepped away and rounded the bottom of the bed in the dimness. Jamie wasn’t sure where he’d gone until hands grasped his ankles and tugged him so that his legs hung off the opposite side of the mattress.
“Somebody is enjoying this I see.” Alex squirted lube onto his glove, then roughly grabbed and pumped Jamie’s erect cock. After yearning for the friction, Jamie nearly screamed. The tight grip worked his length so damn good and hard and fast that Jamie’s orgasm was suddenly barreling down his spine.
Painful pressure built up into his balls until Jamie was groaning. “Gonna come!”
Alex removed his hand and then smacked his dick. Hard. “Not yet, boy.”
“No!” Jamie cried, strung tighter than he’d ever been in his whole life.
Paying him no mind, Alex rolled him enough to use a pair of cutters to remove the zip ties from Jamie’s wrists. Then he ripped off his mask and threw it to the floor. The quick movement disheveled his brown hair, giving the Dom a sexed-up look that was a total stunner.
Taking his time, Alex generously lubed himself, and then he lifted Jamie’s legs and spread them wide, gifting Jamie’s ass hole with the same treatment.
“Good thing you decided to cooperate with me,” Alex said with a sneer. “I would’ve happily taken you dry.”
Jamie moaned as first two, then three wet gloved fingers fucked and stretched his ass. “Thank you, Master,” he whimpered, head absolutely spinning.
Alex’s eyes blazed. “Enough.” He yanked his fingers free. “Look at my face. And know whose cock that ass belongs to.”
Their gazes collided. Alex pushed one of Jamie’s legs to his chest, holding him open. And then he guided his cock into Jamie’s virgin ass.
“Aaah!” Jamie groaned, the burn unimaginable. “You’re too fucking big,” he gritted out as what felt like a pole invaded his ass.
“You will take this for me,” Alex growled. “You will let my cock tear you up. And you will scream my name while you come.”
Torn between dizzying lust and abject terror, Jamie howled. His body writhed. His ass was white-hot fire.
Alex’s cock shoved past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to Jamie’s rectum, and Jamie saw stars. And right behind the exploding burn was the heaviest, most intense sensation of fullness he’d ever before felt. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck.”
“Yes, take it. This dirty little hole needs some training, doesn’t it?”
Jamie was too overwhelmed to answer. He reached for his cock, hoping his hand might provide something good to even out the pain.
But Alex smacked his hand away. “That’s my fucking cock, boy. But you want some attention? I’ll give it some attention.” Alex reached for something laying on the bed, then held up a long-handled crop with a small leather head—which he immediately used to tap at Jamie’s cock and balls.
Jamie screamed and bucked, unintentionally impaling himself deeper onto Alex’s massive pole. Awash in a sea of pain, Jamie finally could do nothing except give himself over to it. Entirely. Utterly. And, God help him, gratefully.
Alex saw it the moment Jamie gave into the pain. His eyelids went heavy. His hands fell lazily to the bed. And his asshole relaxed, just a little.
It was beautiful fucking submission. And it made Alex want to crawl inside this man until they could never be separated again.
Which was when Alex let himself off the hook. His hips absolutely pistoned, his cock going deeper and deeper and deeper until Jamie’s tight little ass got close to swallowing him all. The smack of colliding, sweat-covered skin rang out in the room in a rhythm against which Alex’s harsh breaths and Jamie
’s moans and cries and murmured pleas played.
And then Alex twisted them both a little higher by smacking Jamie with the crop. Against his nipple, his thigh, his hip. Against his weeping, half-erect cock and those tight, red balls. Each impact hit Alex like a jolt of adrenaline in his veins, sending him higher and higher.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” Jamie cried, his face a mask of shattered pleasure so pure that Alex half believed he could live without food or water or air if only he could see this man wear that expression every goddamned day.
“Taking my cock, Jamie. Taking it so good.” He couldn’t hold back the praise. Because this man was fucking special. Brave and adventurous, real and guileless. So filled with life and power. And restoring those inside Alex, too.
A true masochist to Alex’s demanding sadist.
“It hurts, Master,” Jamie babbled. “It hurts so bad and so good and I don’t…I can’t…”
“Sshh,” Alex said, more than a little overwhelmed by how much he reveled in the sub’s slip. Master, as if Alex owned him, versus Master Alex, a sign of respect due his status as one of Blasphemy’s Master Dominants. He lowered his weight to Jamie’s chest, driving his cock in to that protesting hole even deeper. With one hand, he gripped Jamie’s shoulder, gaining leverage to grind and hump himself against the other man. And with the other, he cupped the back of Jamie’s head and brought them face to face. “Tell me it hurts again.”
“It hurts,” Jamie rasped, his eyes almost silver from the sea of glassy tears.
“Tell me you love it.”
“I do. I love it. I do.” His voice cracked.
Possessiveness flooded through Alex like a drug—a drug he’d never taken before. “Tell me who hurts you so good.”
“You, Master Alex. You hurt me so good.”
Alex kissed him then, wanting to taste the salt of tears and sweat that slicked the other man’s lips. He sipped and licked and sucked at the Jamie’s mouth, enjoying exploring him with his lips and tongue and teeth while his cock was shoved deep.
And then Jamie buried his hands in Alex’s hair and kissed him right back.
It was just a kiss. It was just a goddamned kiss.
But something inside of Alex shifted when the other man claimed him that way. Maybe Jamie didn’t mean anything by it. Maybe Alex was too physically and emotionally raw to be rational. But Jamie Fielding did not feel like just another submissive, just another play partner. And it didn’t seem to matter one fucking bit to his mind, his body, or his heart that he could still count the hours he’d known the man on one hand.
That emotional whirlwind shoved Alex’s body hard toward release, and with regret he broke the kiss and stood up once again. Taking Jamie’s cock in his gloved hand, he jacked him in time with the snapping swings of his own hips.
“Come, Jamie. Show me how much you love my pain. Come.”
The sub groaned and cried and fucked his fist as much as Alex’s cock would let him. “Alexalexalex!” he screamed. “Fucking God, Alex!”
Alex felt the orgasm before he saw the evidence of it, because Jamie went brutally tight inside. It only took the first massive eruption of cum to set off Alex’s orgasm. He pulled out, stripped the condom from his cock, and shot his load over Jamie’s cock and balls, even as Jamie was still coming, too.
Alex’s head spun. His equilibrium was for shit. And his legs were like fucking Jell-o.
But none of the ways this scene, this whole night, had shattered him physically compared to the power of the emotional earthquake rumbling inside him.
On either side of his hips, Jamie’s thighs shook. His whole body trembled. “Hold on, I’ve got you. I need to take the zip tie off first.”
In answer, Jamie’s teeth chattered.
Alex used the cutters to carefully remove the plastic from around Jamie’s genitals, then pushed the pile of toys to the side and stripped off the gloves.
When he crawled into the bed, he pulled Jamie in so they were chest to chest, and wrapped him in a blanket. Alex rested his head on a pillow and studied the other man, whose head fell heavily on his biceps. And he had thoughts that felt fucking amazing to have, and were also quite possibly reckless beyond all imagining.
Thoughts of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked quietly.
“Yes,” Jamie said. He licked his lips, his gaze not quite tracking. “I…I feel…I can’t…”
Alex stroked his cheek. “It’s called subspace, little one. It’s proof of how beautifully you submitted and how high you flew. Give in to it and sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Nine
Come back tomorrow night.
Jamie had heard that four times this week. And he wasn’t sure whether it was Master Alex’s beautifully vicious cock, the Dom’s expertise at dispensing pain, or the obvious affection winding between the two of them that had kept Jamie riding the highest of highs all damn week.
Come back tomorrow night.
The first time Master Alex had said it was when Jamie had woken up sleeping on him after their first penetration scene. It had been three o’clock in the morning, long after the club had closed, by the time Jamie finally emerged from the sex coma. He’d even called it that and made Master Alex laugh.
Jamie had obviously been thunder struck by the sex, by their compatibility, by what Alex was able to make him feel—at long last. But as they’d laid together talking that night, Jamie found himself admiring his sense of humor, the way he kept touching and petting him, and how he kept checking to make sure Jamie was okay.
They’d only gotten out of bed at six because they both had to go to work. And as Alex led him out of the club’s staff entrance to a private courtyard around the back of the church, Jamie learned that Alex was a psychiatrist and owned a practice. He’d then driven Jamie from the Masters’ private lot the two blocks around to where he’d left his own car, where they sat talking for another half hour until Jamie was sure he was going to be late. And he hadn’t really cared if he was. It’d felt like they couldn’t get enough of asking each other questions and learning the million mundane things that made up a life—things that were interesting when it was the life of someone about whom you cared.
By the time Jamie made it to work at eight forty-five Tuesday morning, he felt like he’d been away on vacation. For days. Or weeks. And that he’d come back a whole new man.
And he’d been only too eager to accept Master Alex’s invitation to come back again that night—when the Dom introduced him to the painful pleasure of being chained and flogged while his cock was tormented with a tight, vibrating silicone sleeve. Jamie’s skin had nearly glowed at the end of that scene, though even that hadn’t compared to how it felt to have the Dom praise him and hold him and ask him, again, come back tomorrow night.
Wednesday night had given him what Master Alex had denied him the night before—another ride on the man’s terrifying cock. But first the Dom insisted that his asshole needed training, which involved fucking Jamie with an enormous black dildo, nearly as scary in girth as it was in length. Just when Jamie had been certain that he couldn’t handle any more of the toy’s twelve inches, Master Alex had hauled him back against his chest, forcing him to sit all the way down on it until he’d taken it all. Then he’d earned his Master’s cock, two massive orgasms, and his most intense sex coma yet. And when he’d awakened, those cherished words, come back tomorrow night.
Master Alex had been especially sadistic on Thursday night. He’d made Jamie kneel and then chained his wrists above him, and then the Dom had forced Jamie up just enough to lay beneath his spread thighs. It had been sexy as hell to be the one pinning Alex down until he’d revealed how the pain would come into their play—Jamie would be forced to cause his own pain by fucking himself on the monster cock below him. At first, Jamie thought there might be some advantage in that. But Master Alex ensured that Jamie would have no real control by using a remote to tighten and slacken the wrist chain
s suspending him and by shocking him with some sort of electrical wand. And between the surprise adjustments of the chains, the aching strain that settled into his shoulders, and the burning bites of the electroshock, Jamie finally had to submit, once again, to the inevitability of being utterly conquered by Master Alex’s cock.
That night had lasted until the morning just like their first one had. It’d been another night filled with conversation that was as fulfilling as the sex. They talked about their families and jobs, how Alex had realized he was a sadist, and likes and dislikes, leading Jamie to realize that they had way more in common than their sexual deviance. They were both bisexual and had struggled to find a lasting relationship with either women or men. They both spent too much time working and worried that they weren’t good at creating relationships with other people. Neither had as many close friends as they wished. They both liked to read and to run and to be out on the water in the summer. And they both wanted to see each other again on Friday night.
Tonight.
And so here Jamie was, back at Blasphemy for the fifth night in a row, to see a man who had turned his whole world upside down. And who threatened to make Jamie love him with every moment they spent together.
Some people might’ve thought it was way too soon to be thinking in terms of emotions. And maybe it was. But all the hours they’d spent together and, even more importantly, all the intimacy they’d shared, made their time feel like the equivalent of weeks’ worth of dates. Maybe even more than that.
Anyway, what did Jamie know about love? Since he’d never fallen into it before. At the very least, Jamie had never felt this desperate euphoric need for another person before. The kind that made it a torment to leave someone’s presence. The kind that made you want to orient your whole day around just the chance to talk to a person. The kind that made you read the same damn patent application ten times over because your mind refused to think of anything else besides him.
Standing in front of his locker at Blasphemy, Jamie let out a low curse. “Oh, fuck me.” Who was he kidding? Alex didn’t threaten to make Jamie love him. Alex had already conquered his heart as well as his body.