“The sub agrees that they’ll do nothing that’s dangerous, disobedient, disrespectful, or dishonest.”
“And if I do…you’ll punish me?” Nico asked, tongue darting out to lick over the tendon in Mal’s throat.
“Correct.”
“Is…Is it like sexual slavery?” Mal’s eyelids fluttered as Nico sucked a bruise on his neck. “Like…you’d control my entire life?”
“I’m sure some couples do it that way. But it could be anything we both want. I already control so many aspects of your life. There would just be consequences now.”
Nico whimpered, still slowly rocking his hips as his lips moved to suck another hickey into Mal’s skin. He clearly wasn’t opposed to the idea of it given his reaction. But fantasizing about it and living it were two different things. Mal cupped his ass, dragging him against him until they both groaned.
When Nico pulled back, he looked dazed, his lips swollen and spit-slick. “You know a lot about this.”
Mal gave him a gentle smile. “I know a lot about everything, Fidget. I have a photographic memory. I like this kind of pain. I like this kind of control. I’ve done my research.”
“I see that,” he said, giving a soft laugh.
Now, it was Mal who felt nervous. “Is that a bad thing?”
Nico shook his head, a slight tremor in his voice as he said, “Tell me more.” Before Mal could comply with his order, Nico plunged his hand into Mal’s underwear, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Touch me.”
Mal did as Nico asked, taking him in hand, both of them stroking each other slowly, practically panting into each other's mouths.
“Talk,” Nico said. “Would you spank me every single day, whether I was good or bad?”
Mal nodded. “That’s why they’re called maintenance spankings. To remind you that you belong to me. You can alwaysopt out if there’s a day you don’t feel up to it. We can decide—together—if those spankings would roll over to the next day’s spankings or not.”
“When would it happen?” Nico asked, gasping as Mal twisted his fist around his wet cock.
“I’ll let you choose whether you want them in the morning so you feel me all day or whether you want them at night so you can fall asleep all hazy and wrung out.”
Nico made a half-bitten sound. “Do you like it? The idea of owning me? Controlling me? Punishing me?”
Mal groaned, sparks of pleasure dancing over his spine. He was already close to tipping over the edge. Nico seemed to instinctively know just the right speed and pressure to drive him crazy. “You know I fucking do, Fidget. If it were socially acceptable, I’d keep you locked up forever, just mine to play with whenever I want.”
“Faster,” Nico breathed against his lips. “I’m so close.”
Mal worked him with little finesse, too lost in his own ideas about all the things he could do to him. “We can talk about it more if you like the idea. If you want to explore it further. I’m fine with us playing just every now and again, too. I don’t know how far down the rabbit hole you want to go.”
“All the way,” Nico whined, hips bucking up into Mal’s fist. “I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” Mal said, plunging his tongue into his mouth, swallowing Nico’s cry as he spilled over Mal’s fist.
Nico’s fucked-out expression had him biting down on his own lip as he came hard, coating not only Nico’s fist but his stomach, too. Nico tucked his face against his throat again, both of them trying to catch their breath.
Mal figured the topic was closed for the moment until Nico asked, “Can we start talking about my rules?”
Before Mal could answer, his phone began to vibrate beside his leg. They both looked down at the screen, noting Jericho’s photo. Mal picked it up with his clean hand, then swiped to answer. “Hello?”
“You up?” Jericho asked by way of greeting.
Mal nodded, even though Jericho couldn’t see it. Nico brought his hand to his mouth and started licking his fingers clean as Mal tried to formulate any type of rational thought. “Yeah, we’re just…eating breakfast.”
Nico looked down at the bag of dry cereal and then his cum-covered hand, snorting with amusement.
“We?” Jericho asked, tone sharp. “Did Nico skip school again?”
Nico’s cheeks flushed even darker.
