The low, whimpering sound that escaped Curtis’s throat almost had Andrew coming. And when Curtis went down on his knees in one graceful, elegant movement, Andrew had to actually pinch the tip of his cock through the jeans to anchor himself. Curtis was beautiful on his knees, his gaze now respectfully lowered, his spine still straight, his hands behind his back, and his knees slightly parted to give Andrew a better view.
“So beautiful, boy. So beautiful and perfect for me.” Andrew was whispering because talking too loud would have felt like a sacrilege at that moment. He spread his own legs.
“Come here, boy. Come to me.”
Andrew held his breath. The bed was just far enough from where Curtis was kneeling that it would make sense for him to get up to come to Andrew. But Curtis didn’t rise to his feet. He brought his arms forward, went on all fours, and started crawling toward Andrew. It was perfect. For many subs, being forced to stay on all fours was part of their humiliation kink, part of what got them going. And that was fine, because many Doms liked their subs on their knees. Andrew did, too, though for different reasons. Of course the humiliation was part of it, but the biggest turn-on for Andrew was that Curtis had chosen to come to him like that. There had been no order, no punishment in case Curtis disobeyed. All there was between them at this point was insane chemistry and the beginnings of a wordless understanding that he had been dreaming of since he first discovered BDSM. Because having to ask for something and simply getting it were two very different things indeed.
Chapter 12
CURTIS’S ENTIREbody tingled in anticipation. Deciding to get on all fours to get to Andrew had been a bold move on his part, but given how Andrew’s breath hitched, it had also been the right decision. Unlike many other Doms Curtis knew, including Martin and Jonathan, Andrew’s behavior didn’t change much when he slipped into his Dom-mode. It felt more like some aspects of his personality became more heightened while others dimmed a little. Curtis found he liked that a lot. It felt natural.
It also felt natural to crawl to his master. The feeling of deep satisfaction he got from just hearing Andrew’s pleased reaction did more to send him into his sub-headspace than any amount of pain. Once he was between Andrew’s spread thighs, Curtis went back to his kneeling position, hands behind his back. His eyes were now focused on the impressive bulge under Andrew’s jeans, since he was too close to be able to look at the floor.
“Good boy. Such a good boy for me. Thank you, darling.”
Andrew petted his hair and Curtis almost started purring. This was it, mutual respect that infused even a simple gesture like kneeling with so much meaning and sexual tension that Curtis could feel his cock twitching, ready to shoot.
“Now, would you use those pretty lips to free my cock and show me how much you appreciate it?”
Curtis shuddered. Again, there was no order. Just a simple request. One he could decide to decline. Only he didn’t want to refuse Andrew anything he asked for, equal parts because it was Andrew doing the asking and because he knew his master would never demand something Curtis couldn’t give. It was another way of showing mutual trust—giving and receiving perfectly balanced.
“Yes, Master.”
Curtis started to lean forward, to get the zipper of Andrew’s jeans, but Andrew stopped him by petting his cheek.
“That’s not all, boy. Can you do it without using your hands? And can you hold it in for me? I want to see you aching with need, desperate to come, but not doing so because it’s my will.”
Curtis gulped. Things were getting hotter by the minute, and Andrew’s words alone were enough to make his balls draw up.
“What if I fail, Master?”
Andrew’s fingers glided under Curtis’s chin, lifted it so their eyes could meet. The smile playing around Andrew’s lips was enough to melt Curtis completely.
“There is no failing, boy. Just you trying is enough for me. And if you come I get the double pleasure of seeing you in the throes of passion and of coming up with a suitable punishment. Win-win.”
Curtis grinned. “At least for one of us.”
“For both, darling. I promise you, for both of us. Now, how about it?”
“It’s my pleasure, Master.”
Curtis leaned forward again, this time with his hands firmly clasped behind his back. With his teeth, he grabbed the zipper of Andrew’s jeans and dragged it down. It caught halfway because of the odd angle, but Andrew didn’t hesitate to help Curtis out. He lifted his hips to create a straight line and the zipper went down easily. Curtis took a moment to inhale the rich musk of Andrew’s crotch. His own cock twitched just at the thought of having that delicious-smelling piece of meat in his mouth. When his senses could detect nothing but Andrew anymore, he carefully grabbed the waistband of his cotton briefs and tugged on the elastic to get it over Andrew’s massive erection. He didn’t have a lot of room, since the jeans were still up, but it was enough to free Andrew’s cock and balls. In this setup, Curtis wouldn’t have the pleasure of licking the skin behind the sac, but on the other hand, the confines of the jeans presented the cock and balls almost obscenely. Curtis could certainly work with that. He started with tiny licks along the hard shaft and the smooth skin of the balls, testing Andrew’s reactions. If the groaning was anything to go by, his master was in heaven.
Curtis intensified his efforts, started circling the tip of Andrew’s dick with his tongue, sucking at the slit to get the first trickle of precum into his mouth, before he devoured the cock like it was a Popsicle. Andrew gripped his hair, held him without demanding anything, gave him security just being there, a not-so-subtle reminder of Andrew’s trust, passion, and self-control. The romantic part of Curtis wanted to melt while the mischievous part wanted to shatter that self-control.
Curtis let the tip of Andrew’s cock slide out of his mouth again before he went farther down to pay some attention to the sensitive skin of the sac. Andrew’s hips jerked when he sucked one orb into his mouth, massaged it with his tongue.
“Curtis, boy! So good.”
Curtis grinned inwardly and did the same to the other ball. Then he licked his way back up to the tip. For a few happy moments, he played with the bulbous head, nibbled at the fleshy fringe, and dug the tip of his tongue into the leaking slit. He had always enjoyed giving head and Andrew was such a responsive and vocal recipient, it took all of Curtis self-control to not come when his master’s moans grew in intensity. He finally swallowed the shaft, let it bump against his palate before he relaxed his throat to take it in. Andrew was perfect, appreciated the act with loud praise and never forgot to draw back so Curtis could get some air. All too soon—or after an eternity, Curtis wasn’t sure—Andrew started to babble.
“Boy, I’m coming!” He stilled for a moment, and Curtis immediately recognized the gesture for what it was. Andrew was holding himself back, giving Curtis a chance to draw back if he didn’t want to swallow. The act was so sweet, it made Curtis’s heart beat even faster. To show Andrew how much he wanted to have him come in his mouth, he sucked the pulsing shaft deep into his throat and swallowed around it, massaging the orgasm out of his master. Andrew came with a scream, his hips bucking wildly, and only his hands on both sides of Curtis’s head prevented Curtis from falling back on his ass.
The hot semen ran down his throat, and Curtis regretted not being able to really taste it. There was a slight salty muskiness in his mouth, but that was mostly from Andrew’s sweat. Andrew still clung to him after the last spurts had stopped and his shaft had started to soften. He was panting.
“Boy, that was perfect. Just perfect. I’ve never…. You’re too good to be true. I can’t be that lucky.”
The words stirred something deep inside Curtis. He realized how much he had missed being appreciated like this. A single tear slid down his cheek. Andrew must have seen it, because he gently freed his cock from Curtis’s mouth and lifted him onto his lap.
