“Why not?” I bent and kissed him on the lips gently. He pushed himself higher on his knees so our kiss was deeper, and moaned against my mouth. “You deserve it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, I do. Please. I want you so badly.” He chewed on his bottom lip and pressed his forehead against mine. “I realized I fucked up, Sir. I tried to call you.”
“I know you did. I saw it.” I shook my head, dislodging our touch. “That doesn’t mean anything, Lamb. You still went off with Wilson when I told you not to. You don’t get to regret your decisions later.”
“Sir….” River laid his cheek against my thigh, kissing the material of my pants. “I won’t do it again. You’re my Sir.”
I hummed in thought, then sighed. Running my hand over his head, I nodded. “Fine. I trust you, Lamb. But if you go off like that again, there’ll be a harsher punishment, one you might not enjoy as much.”
“Yes, Sir.” River swallowed, the lump in his throat jumping. “But Sir, the Kings are my friends. I’m an occasional rider. I can’t and won’t stop seeing them.”
“I know.” I leaned back against the couch and kept petting his head. My cock throbbed, standing tall for attention, but right now we had more important issues to discuss. I wasn’t a complete jackarse. “I’m not going to stop you from seeing them, River, but we need to be more careful. I need to. I want to spend time with Hayden, too, but you know my predicament. I just have to be careful, that’s all.”
He nodded against my thigh. “I understand, Sir.”
“If you go there, I’d like to know. I can’t lose you, River.” I hated how fucking vulnerable I sounded, like a man who’d lost his husband and was scared of losing someone else important to him. I hadn’t felt this way after Alex died. Why did I suddenlyfeel?
The thought of losing River the same way I’d lost Alex had fear curling inside me, the familiar tight feeling in my chest, like before, when I nearly lost myself in panic attacks from my PTSD. The anxiety sat there, reminding me that it never fully went away. But it was the fear of River being hurt that brought those emotions struggling to life again.
River stared at me and his lips curled, almost like he knew what I was thinking, and he pushed himself to his feet. He stepped out of his pants completely before he sat on my lap, knees digging into the couch on either side of my thighs. I didn’t say as much, but I was impressed with his balance. He pressed his forehead against mine again, and if his hands had been free he might have wrapped them around my neck. They weren’t, though, and he had to settle with keeping them behind his back. His dick was still trapped inside his underwear because they hadn’t slipped off, but his bulge touched my hard cock, which curved up and slapped against my belly.
“You won’t lose me, Sir. I happen to like the way you dominate me.”
“Do you?” I grinned and stroked his jaw. I’d never thought men’s eyes were pretty, but River’s were. The deepest blue I’d ever seen, glinting like icy diamonds. “I’m still learning.”
“You’re doing great so far. My ass is stinging and my wrists hurt. In a good way.”
“Good.” I caressed his cheek and he leaned into me, sighing. “I know this is new, Lamb, but I like you. I know we have different careers, different friends other than Madden and Slater, and really… this shouldn’t work, but I enjoy spending time with you. You’re beautiful, smart, and you make me feel. Being your Sir is thrilling. Let me take care of you. Let mereallybe your Sir.”
He shivered, but his smile was gentle and real, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “I want that too, Sir.”
I grinned and kissed him again. “I mean it, though, if you ever disobey me again I will give you a worse punishment. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” He chuckled. I joined in with him and then kissed him, reveling in his taste and the feel of him against me. “Do you think you can get us off, Lamb? Fuck yourself on me with your hands tied behind your back?”
He groaned, cheeks flushed a brilliant pink, and nodded. “I want to try for you, Sir.”
“Stay here.” I moved him onto the couch and rose, shucking off my pants and underwear before I headed toward my bedroom. My shirt came off when I got there. I grabbed the lube out of the drawer and headed back to the family room, where River was waiting for me patiently. There was something insanely erotic about his arms tied behind his back, and how he strained against the tie, like maybe he could get it undone even though he clearly didn’t want to.
I sat back down on the couch, and he went to move but I shook my head. He stilled, watching as I unclipped the lid of the lube and squeezed some onto the tip of my hard cock. I threw the bottle next to his glasses before I spread the liquid down my length, hissing at the coldness of it on my hot skin.
River licked his lips, gaze caught on my hand and the way I was jerking myself off, and he moaned. “Please, Sir.”
I chuckled. “Here. Stand up and I’ll take off your undies.”
He didn’t need telling twice, standing in front of me in record time. I laughed harder but tugged his boxer briefs down his legs so he could kick them off.
“Come here, Lamb. Sit on my cock.” I thought about asking him if he needed prep, but this was still punishment, and I was sure he’d tell me if he did. Clearly he decided he didn’t want it, either, because he nearly tripped over my feet in his attempt to sit on my lap again. I stroked my fingers down his back and he shivered, and when I reached his arse I slid my fingers between his cheeks, pressing insistently at his hole with one finger.
He moaned and tried to spread his legs farther. “Please, Sir, I need you.”
“I know, Lamb.” I grabbed his hips, shifting him slightly until my cock slapped against his lower back. Reaching around him, I grabbed my erection and lined it up with his arsehole. He pressed his right foot into the couch so he was easily spread for me, and I murmured how good he was as I teased my cockhead against his hole with the delight of almost, but not quite, entering his tempting heat.
I had thoughts of going slow, easing myself into him because he wasn’t properly prepared, but River had other plans. He sat down on me like a determined man, and fuck if it wasn’t mind-blowing. He was sotight, and his hole squeezed like he wanted to break off my cock.
“Fuck, Lamb,” I groaned out, but he moaned in both pleasure and pain. His thighs trembled. “You okay?”
He nodded, but his eyes were clenched closed and he quivered from head to toe. “God.”
