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“I asked you a question, Boy! You’ll answer or you will be punished. Now, do you want to be punished? Is that what this is, your usual bratty self? I can punish you if that’s what you want, but you will not enjoy it… much.”

  Growling low in his ear, I felt the shiver this time. With my chest against his, I felt his whole body quiver.

  “No, sir… I’m mean, Patron. I’m not being a brat. It’s just difficult to speak, I don’t know what to say.”

  The plaintive whine calmed my Dom side. He would learn my needs. Learn exactly what I wanted from him.

  “Well I asked you a question and it’s in your best interest to answer it. Now.”

  “Yes, Patron. I want to thank you.”

  The words were barely a whisper, but I heard them.

  “Well? I’m waiting.”

  Watching the confusion on his face I waited for him to figure it out. When recognition crossed his face he dropped to his knees. His face showed concern. He was worried about getting caught, but I would never let that happen.

  I watched as he unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. Surprise showing as he realized I wore no underwear, and at the size of my cock in front of him. I was nine inches and thick enough that it would be hard for him to fit it in his mouth. Gently pulling my cock from my pants, his fingers just grazed each other, gently brushing up and down and feeling like heaven. A dream I’d had for a long time.

  His eyes were wide, but there was determination and desire there too. Groaning, I watched as he licked the head and sides of my cock, wetting it in preparation for taking as much of it as possible. The fantasy of having him under my control was no longer just a fantasy and it felt amazing as he tried to swallow my cock.

  I could see it was difficult, but he managed to fit more than half in his mouth. He would learn to swallow more when I trained him, getting him used to the size and allaying his fears. It was obvious that he was trying his best, but at the same time the only sexual contact we had at the clubs had been watching each other. This was different, we were finally together. All the secret glances and heated looks, it had taken forever. Now I had my Boy, and he had my cock in his mouth. I was loving it and so was Alexi.

  “Squeeze with two hands. Don’t try to take so much at first. Slow and firm are what your Patron wants now.”

  Alexi followed my commands immediately. Slowing his bobs, and going shallower. Using his hands in concert with his mouth, and making me moan. Just seeing my Boy at my feet was amazing. It wasn’t everything I wanted, not yet, but we would get there.

  Moaning again, I watched Alexi’s eyes. He had the most expressive eyes, and I could tell he was enjoying this too. Maybe not as much as me, I thought with an evil smirk. Alexi would learn that I now owned all his orgasms, and he would have to be a Good Boy to earn one. I love to tease and edge a sub, I really do, and the longer they could be kept from orgasm, the bigger the release. For both of us.

  Moaning, I turned my attention from tormenting Alexi to the pleasure I was feeling now. Using his tongue to massage my glans while sucking just the head of my cock, the Boy knew just what he was doing. He used his lips to push against the head before opening just enough to let it force its way in. Just the tiniest bit of teeth to graze across. In and out in concert with his hands squeezing firmly and pulling back and forth. Just watching my Boy work my cock was almost enough to make me cum.

  Grabbing his hair and pulling back, I removed his hands. He struggled for a moment to get my cock back in his mouth. I was going to teach him to do what I want, what I say, not what he does.

  “No. Keep your hands down by your side, mouth open.”

  The command in my voice made him shudder. Opening his mouth, he sat patiently. We’d see just how patient he could be.

  Watching as I squeezed just below the head of my cock, rubbing my thumb over the ultra sensitive skin, I moaned softly. Never taking my eyes off my Boy. Up and down, I squeezed my cock. Every other tug I ran my thumb over the head as I waited for Alexi to break, and he would break, I could see it coming.

  Alexi’s hands slowly rose from his sides. I watched until he was almost touching the front of his pants.

  “No!”

  I let go of my cock and slapped his hands away. I stuffed my hard cock back in my pants. It was uncomfortable, but I had to show Alexi that I had the control, not just over him, but over myself too.

  “You were not given permission to touch what is mine! I own you Boy. All of you. Now you’ve earned yourself a punishment. Let's go pack your bag and we’ll go to my house.”

  I wasn’t going to tell him anymore. Let him think of all the things I would do to him at my house. I had surprised him, and by the look on his face he couldn’t believe I was just going to put my hard cock away, pack him up, and head home like it was nothing.

  CHAPTER 3

  Alexi

  He just stopped! I couldn’t believe it. I was still reeling from the endorphins running amok in my brain.

  I was trying to concentrate on packing, but flashes of Lucas stroking his dick kept popping up in my mind and I’d stop moving again. He just put his cock away and started helping me pack. He didn’t ask where anything was, just pulled out whatever he wanted me to wear and left me to fold and place everything in a suitcase. I was doing a piss poor job of it because I was so distracted. I jumped when Lucas slapped my ass hard.

  “Boy, this is not acceptable. Take the clothes back out and do it right. Don’t make me punish you more, you’re racking them up and if you don’t start listening you may bite off more than you can chew. Get it done right, Boy.”

  His low growl catapulted me into motion. I knew he was serious, and I needed to get my act together, or suffer the consequences. That sent a shiver of delicious fear running down my spine. I had seen Lucas perform, it was always hot as hell. Pushing his buttons would be fun, but he wasn’t kidding right now.

  Quickly dumping out the mess I made, I folded and packed everything he handed me. When he walked towards my bed side table, I practically clenched when he reached to open my “special” drawer. My cheeks were flaming as I watched him look at my toys. I didn’t want to look, but it was just like a car accident. I couldn’t turn away.

  “So this is where you keep your... special items, hmm?” Lucas said, in a low, curious tone. Pawing through the vibrators, lube, condoms, and anal plugs, he picked up some nipple clamps and walked towards me.

  “Shirt off. Now.”

  His order had me stripping off my shirt as quickly as I could, missing buttons that I ripped off because my hands were trembling. My body swinging right back into an endorphin high just watching him walk towards me.

  How in the world does he do it? Turn it on and off like that? All I had to do was look in his eyes to know I was being played like a violin in a Master's hands. I didn’t know how I felt about that. It was all happening so fast, his control pulling me in two different directions. I needed to follow his orders, but I wanted to tweak at him before giving in. Watching as he slowly walked towards me wasn’t a good idea, but I just couldn’t help myself.

  “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do with those? I’m not sure I want those on me right now.”

  My smart assed tone just couldn’t stop from escaping. My playful and taunting tone made his eyes fly open wide. He was hunting me now. His eyes were like lasers boring into my soul, I had his full attention and it thrilled me to the bone.

  “Did I ask you what you wanted, Boy? I told you to take your shirt off, but your sassy mouth got away from you again. Turn around, drop your pants and underwear, and lean against the bed.”

  I had no idea what he was thinking. He picked up nipple clamps so why this? I did as I was told, dropping my pants and underwear around my ankles. Bending over, I wondered if I was going to get a spanking for my saucy tone. Smiling, I got comfortable.

  I heard a click right before cold lube was poured down the crack of my ass. Not expecting it, I squealed and tried to stand up. The hand on my bac
k didn’t let me up, rather it pressed me back to the mattress and held me there.

  “No. You will stay down, and you will obey me. Boy, you have to remember who’s in charge here. You keep forgetting, but I have my ways of reminding you.”

  I felt something sliding through my cheeks, rubbing against my hole. I couldn’t tell what it was at first, but I felt it being pressed harder and harder against my hole with every pass. Moving with the rhythm he had going, I pushed back. My cock was hard as all get out, but there wasn’t anything to do about it but hump against the mattress.

  Suddenly, whatever he held stopped, right over my hole, pushing in quickly before pulling out and starting the rhythm again. He was torturing me, and God help me, I loved it. Humping back with every push, I was taking the plug. It had to be an anal plug cause it sure wasn’t his fingers.

  “You’ll take it all now, Boy. Won’t you?”

  Nodding my head, I pushed my head to the mattress again. Suddenly, the hand holding me down snatched me up by my hair, arching my back almost painfully. I moaned with pleasure at the rough handling.

  “What have I told you, Boy? I do not like having to repeat myself.”

  “Yes, Sir… I mean Patron. I’m sorry...I just… Yes, Patron, I’ll do as you say. Please.”

  I couldn’t believe how quickly he had me stuttering. Gasping and desperate to answer him. Begging for whatever he chose to give me.

  “Good boy. You’ve used this before. You can take it now. Breathe, Boy, and let it happen.”

  With one slow but firm push the plug was embedded in my ass. Yes, I had taken this one before, but it hadn’t been a fun experience. It was big, pushing my walls wide before settling in firmly. I was panting by now, feeling so full I didn’t want to move. But, of course, that’s exactly what he wanted me to do.

  “Stand up, Boy. You will take your next punishment.”

  Waiting for me to gather myself before standing up, my Patron could see how much effort it was taking. He didn’t rush me, just waited until I turned around, watching my face as I tried to stand with the plug in my ass.

  I hadn’t even seen the lube and plug in his hands. I was so focused on the clamps that I didn’t even see what he had in his other hand. He had planned it that way. Of course he had. It was ticking me off more than just a little, and it must have shown on my face. His dark chuckle only fueled the flames.

  “What is it, Boy? Are you going to pout? If that lower lip pokes out any more I might just have to bite it.”

  Not realizing I was pouting embarrassed me again, causing tears of frustration. They came on so suddenly I had no idea where they came from. Big strong arms wrapped around me, shushing me as I started to bawl. Everything hit me all at once and I just let go. I felt safe for the first time since… I don’t know when. I felt safe in the arms of the Doms at the club, but this was different. There wasn’t a time limit, or a scene to play. The arms around me, holding me together as I fell apart, were for me. To comfort me, with no expectations or drama.

  The tears and the shakes calmed to mild shudders as he continued to hold me tight. Rubbing his hand up and down my back, making shushing noises.

  “I am sorry, Bebe`. I shouldn’t have teased you. Not after everything you’ve been through with Chase. That was insensitive of me, and I apologize.”

  Looking at him bewildered, I couldn’t quite figure him out.

  Sitting on the bed he pulled me into his arms. I wasn’t very comfortable with the really big plug in my ass, but I didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms just yet.

  “That was my fault, Bebe`. I’m sorry, but I’m so glad you let all that out. You’ve been keeping that pain all bundled up inside you. I’m so very proud of you.”

  Patron cuddled me close, rubbing my back and running the back of his fingers over my cheeks. I may have been uncomfortable with the plug in my ass, but I felt lighter somehow. I felt like I could take a full breath again. Just sitting there, I felt better than I had in months. Looking Patron in the eyes, I kissed his cheek. Laying my head on his shoulder again I felt so good. Protected and loved.

  “Now Boy, back to your punishment. I know that I caused you to hurt and I’ve apologized, but that doesn’t stop your punishment. Now, are you ready? Patron needs you to stand up, face away from the bed, and stand in first position.”

  Pulling myself together I did as I was told. Standing up, legs apart, hands behind my back, and looking at the floor. It was a position I’d been in many times, shoulders back, chest out. Watching Patron’s feet as he came around in front of me, brushing his fingers ever so slightly up and over my right shoulder, then bringing his fingernail down my chest and over the opposite nipple, I shivered from head to toe. Covered in goose bumps, and my nipple puckered tight, I wanted nothing more than for him to do it again.

  I cried out in shock as he circled, and then pinched the tip of my nipple with his nails. The sharp pain was comforted by the circles he gently traced around it. Breathing heavily, I could see what he had in his hand, a set of cloverleaf clamps. Tight and deliciously painful.

  He pulled the tip of my left nipple and I watched as Patron placed the first clamp on it, throbbing already from him playing with it. I watched him through my eyelashes and bangs.

  “Eyes down, Boy!”

  When his voice sounded, I flinched. I was used to his quiet tone, and both of us were breathing heavily. He was enjoying this too. The tension and electric sparks were flying between Patron and I. His fingernail slowly dragged to my right nipple, giving it the same treatment. Then tightening the clamp down until I shivered with the pleasure and the pain.

  Using both his hands now, he rubbed up and down my chest, slowly going lower and lower. I closed my eyes for just a moment, overwhelmed by the feelings rushing through me. It was like he was just waiting for me to close my eyes. Next thing I knew there was a leather snap cock ring circling my cock, tightly. I stiffened and inhaled sharply. Patron’s fingers were running up and down my chest again, shushing and gentling me like you would a scared horse or dog. Leaning into my ear Patron spoke softly.

  “I decide when this comes off, Boy. You don’t have the toys I want to play with here. Get dressed in the outfit I placed on the bed, then finish packing up. I’ll go look in the bathroom for anything I think you might need.”

  Patron made good on his words, going into the en-suite bathroom. Standing there, not knowing what I was doing…I wondered when had he chosen the outfit. When did he put it on the bed? I felt like I was trying to keep up, but I was several paces behind. I was playing catch up.

  Putting on the clothes was more than a little uncomfortable. I leaned down to pull up my boy shorts, trying to move with the plug pushing almost painfully into my ass. I was trying to get my hard-on and cock ring to settle in as comfortable as possible in the small, tight shorts. Apparently, I would be in clubbing mode. Yes, they were short, but they showed my ass off perfectly and they weren’t that bad. My tightest black tank top made the shiny silver strands of thread in the shorts stand out. This was my show stopping outfit.

  I didn’t hear Patron come back in. When he stepped in front of me again, I jumped. He held the baggiest pair of jeans I owned. They would fit over the tight shorts so I wouldn’t be walking around showing off my ass. I couldn’t figure out how I felt, though. Every time I turned around there was something else. As I watched Patron kneel down, I had no idea what he was doing. He was holding the pants open, waiting for me to put my legs in, but I was still slow and struggling. Patron looked up at me when I didn’t step into the jeans.

  “You will let me take care of you, Boy. I am your Patron. You have nothing left to worry about. Nothing to do, but listen to your Patron. I make the choices here. I will take good care of my Boy.”

  The sincerity in his voice brought tears to my eyes again. Lifting my left foot into the jeans, allowing him to tell me what to do for now was so freeing. I didn’t have to choose anymore. I didn’t have to lie to myself and everyone else.
Patron saw the pain, the open wounds on my soul that I pretended weren't there. I felt peace for the first time in a year. I wasn’t hiding anymore. I didn’t need to. He knew what I needed, and all I had to do was listen. I’ve never been good at listening, but the comfort he offered was too much to pass up.

  Lifting one leg and then the other, Patron pulled the jeans up slowly. Caressing my thighs in such a way as to cause my already hard cock to jump. He never touched it directly, he was careful not to, making me crave his touch even more. Slowly, he pulled the jeans over my ass, settling them over my waist. Buttoning and zipping them up, almost as if he was dressing his favorite doll or something, even putting on my socks and shoes for me. I watched his every move as he pulled a button-up shirt over my arms and shoulders, straightened it and tied it loosely in front of me. I felt cherished. I couldn’t explain it, even to myself, but letting him take care of me freed me. I didn’t have to hide, or make decisions, or even think for myself right now. All I had to do was do what I was told. I had to let go and believe my Patron would do what was best for me.