"C'mere," Sir says with a crook of his finger.
I shuffle forward, as close as I can get to the motorcycle without knocking into it. Sir leans toward me, capturing my mouth in a quick, but brutal kiss. When he pulls back, I'm left dizzy. And aching hard. I shift from one foot to the other, ignoring the erection tenting up the front of my skinny jeans.
"We're gonna need to get you some proper road gear of your own," Sir comments as he holds out a leather jacket and helmet, "but these spares will do for now."
Sir acts like what happened is no big deal. Kissing me in public. Like this is normal. Because it is, isn't it?
As I zip up the jacket and put on the helmet, I glance around the campus. The sun is shining down, and with it being the start of the weekend, plenty of students are milling around. I see a group looking in our direction, and one of them points our way, but they're checking out the motorcycle. Not judging us for being gay.
"C'mon." Sir revs the engine. The sound rushes through my blood and pools straight to my cock. "Let's get going. You look good in my clothes, but I need to see you naked. Gotta inspect what's mine, make sure you're still in working condition."
As I hop onto my rightful place in the bitch spot behind him, I wave goodbye to the campus, and wrap my arms tight aroundSir's muscular body. I might belong to him, but it goes both ways. He's mine too.
8
The cabin is exactly how I remember.
As I plant both feet on the gravel driveway, I take a deep breath of the fresh air as I look around. We're out in the middle of nowhere. No neighbors for miles around. The grass in the surrounding fields has grown high...and there's an extremely sad looking truck without wheels.
"What's with the truck?" I ask as the play with the strap of my backpack while Sir rolls his motorcycle into the garage. There are a lot of tools scattered around. He must be fixing it.
"Figured I ought to have something besides the bike," he shrugs as he pulls down the garage door. "In case...well, I just figured. You can drive, right?"
He's grumbling, and he makes it a point not to look at me, even as he reaches for my shoulder and guides me toward the front porch.
"Um, not really," I tell him. "Why?"
"Never you mind." Sir's being evasive. That's not like him at all. I open my mouth, ready to ask more questions about the new truck and his plans for it, but Sir switches the topic for us.
"It's about lunchtime. You in the mood for anything in particular?" he asks. "And don't just say cock."
As he holds open the door to the cabin, I instantly set down my bag. I haven't brought much with me besides my toothbrush, my laptop, and a spare change of clothes. "I'll eat anything," I say.
Sir shuts the door.
"Clothes off," Sir reminds me with a snap of his fingers. "Remember, you don't wear that shit while you're here. Notunless I give you permission, and I ain't giving it. Not today. Need to see my boy in all his pretty glory."
Sir crosses his arms and leans against the sofa, his mouth shifting into a grin and his eyebrows high on his face as he waits for my obedience. I don't tease. I strip without hesitation, kicking off my shoes and pulling off my shirt. In just a few seconds flat, I'm naked and shivering despite the sun-soaked afternoon.
"Thanks for having me over, Sir." I look at my Dom with pleading eyes. "I've...I really missed you."
I've missed his cock and his dominance, sure, but more than anything I've just missed being around. Sharing space. Existing together. Getting to know one another outside of the sucking and fucking.
"Hm, you've been saying that a whole lot." Sir rubs the front of his jeans. "Come over here and show me just how much you've missed me."
He doesn't need to tell me twice. With a smile on my lips and my eyes filled with desperation, I get down on my knees and open my mouth.
???
I have my collar back on. The weight is a welcoming feeling. I'm satisfied, but sucking Sir off isn't enough to satisfy him. Even after he's fucked my face and I've swallowed his come, he isn't done.
This weekend's extended play session is just getting started.
Falling back into our dynamic feels like coming home. I do whatever he tells me...and let him do whatever he wants to me. Right now, I'm face down and ass up in his bed. Leather cuffs bite into my wrists and ankles, and I whine as Sir massages the crack of my ass, his thick fingers slippery with lube.
"Hm, this is what you been needing, ain't it? Back under my direct control and bound in my bed. My pretty thing. My good boy."
He's put me into the spreader bar. It keeps my legs spread wide and exposes my hole for examination. Sir has all the lights off, but the windows to his bedroom are open, granting him plenty of daylight to look me over.
