Nico nodded. “I like—I like the way it makes me feel.”
Mal’s dick was hard enough to shatter glass.
“How does it make you feel?” he asked, pushing Nico’s curls from his face.
Nico swallowed loudly. “It hurts at first. A lot. But then my head gets all swimmy, and then this…hazy feeling settles over me. When it’s over, I feel so…calm…relaxed. And there’s tangible proof it happened. I can see how red my skin is. I can feel how hot it is. I can feel theache.Every time I sat, I remembered it,thought about you, and it made me feel…proud…like I did a good job, like I pleased you. Is that dumb?”
Something tightened in Mal’s chest. “Of course not.”
“I also liked—” He cut himself off again, looking away.
“Liked…” Mal prompted gently, guiding his gaze back to him.
“I liked how you took care of me afterwards.”
Mal might actually come untouched if this conversation kept going. “I’ll always take care of you, regardless of how we play. That’s my job. I love taking care of you.”
Nico let out a breath that broke in the middle, then leaned forward until their foreheads pressed together. “I know. You take thebestcare of me. Better than anyone.”
Nico rubbed his nose over Mal’s a couple of times before their lips met again, their mouths gliding together smoothly, hands clutching at each other.
When they broke apart, Mal figured there was no better time to bring up the idea that had been at the back of his mind for days. “I want to ask you about something, but I don’t know if it’s too early.”
“Okay?”
“We can research it more before you decide so don’t think you have to make any decisions right now, but I think it might be something you’d be into,” Mal hedged.
Nico frowned, studying him. “What is it? Why do you sound so sketchy? Is it somethingyou’reinto?”
“If you’d asked me this before I met you, I would have said no. But now…yeah, I’m into it.”
Nico ran his top teeth over his bottom lip, then asked, “What is it?”
Mal studied him for a moment before saying, “Domestic discipline.”
Nico stared at him blankly for a moment before finally asking, “What’s that?”
How did Mal go about explaining this without sounding like a total creep?
“Well, people go about it in different ways, but, essentially, it’s creating a list of rules for you, rules that will get you punished when you violate them and rewarded when you behave. It’s a very strict dom/sub relationship. A lot of times, it also involves what they call maintenance spankings.”
Nico’s pupils were so blown his blue eyes looked black. “What are maintenance spankings?”
“Daily spankings, just as a reminder of who you belong to, of who’s in charge. Not a lot, just ten to twenty is enough. When you misbehave, the punishments are worse, and not always spankings, but never less. The rewards would be at my discretion when I think you’ve earned them.”
“Is that it?” Nico asked, rocking his hips forward, both of them groaning at the sudden pressure on their neglected cocks.
Mal shrugged. “Some submissives are required to thank their doms afterwards, but that’s entirely up to you.”
“Thank them how?” Nico moaned, grinding down on Mal once more.
Mal took Nico’s hand. “Handjobs.” He kissed his knuckles. “Blowjobs.” Nico’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. Mal tugged him close to whisper into his ear, “Bending over like a good boy and letting me rail you into the mattress.”
Nico wrapped his arms around Mal’s neck, tucking his face just below his chin. “What kind of rules would I have?”
Mal’s hands roamed Nico’s back. “Whatever we decide. We’d make your rules together. It can be as simple as you remembering to take your meds on your own or maintaining a certain GPA. Or it could be something much more sexually explicit like you being unable to deny me sex without punishment. Most rules revolve around the four Ds.”
“The four Ds?”
