“Oh, you’re so sweet,” Stormy said, and I was shocked by the sincerity in his words and the smile on his face. Instead of sitting down to eat and maybe watching a movie, he urged me past the picnic to the couch. The candlelight cut his face with shadows and made him even more unfathomable than usual. I was upset about our disrupted evening, but the food couldn’t get much colder at this point, so I went where he led without a fight.
“What’s wrong?”
Stormy glanced off to the candle that flickered on the coffee table across the room. “Ross, I didn’t want you to worry about this, so… I wasn’t going to say anything. I thought it was obvious, but—” He shoved at me until I was on my back, lying flat across the cushions with him on top of me. He squirmed until I had my legs wrapped around his waist and then finally let out a happy sigh. “I am not going back to the Courtesan. Ever.”
A thrill that was almost painful zipped through me. “You aren’t?”
He shook his head. “I feel like I’m building a life here. With you.”
“Me too.” I tilted my chin for a kiss, and he gave me a fast one. “I’ve never been accountable before, not the way I am with you. It’s been enlightening.”
He chuckled. “I know. I can tell.”
I leaned up and kissed Stormy for real, molding my lips to his. He broke off the liplock and slid down my chest, going after probably his next favorite parts of my body to play with after my dick and hole. He latched onto my left nipple and bit lightly. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to whine the way I really, really wanted to do. He stopped biting to suck on my nipple, and I gasped at the difference in sensation, then nearly died when he moved enough to work his hand between us and began to jerk me off. My toes wriggled and all of my muscles tensed. He toyed with me until I was a gasping, sweaty mess, and I was holding my breath as he played my cock like his personal piano.
“What should I do about you not trusting your Mister?” He sank his teeth into my nipple.
“Don’t stop. Please, Mister, please.”
He unclenched his teeth and that awful whimpery, whiny noise that embarrassed me so much slipped out of my mouth. He smirked and bent to lap at my insanely sensitive nipple. I pushed my hips against him, but his rough clothing was like hell on my cockhead and I gasped and stopped.
He rested his chin on my chest. “Do you know what we’re doing here?”
“Driving me one step closer to madness?” I grumbled.
He laughed. “Ever heard of domestic discipline?”
“No.”
Stormy nuzzled his cheek against my abused tit, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight. “Do you get that I’m your Dom, Pookie? I’m in charge of you? You’re my little househusband?”
I blinked up into his face and some emotion that was close to humiliation whipped through me. I tried to shove him off, but not really. I got my hands between us and couldn’t bring myself to push him. I’d be fucked if I actually wanted him gone.
“Ross?”
“That sounds messed up. Why do I like it so much?”
Stormy leaned down and kissed me, a slow, sweet meeting of our lips. “That’s for you to think about, but since we were giving things names, I thought maybe we should talk about the discipline, too. Like anything else kink related, I wanted to make sure you realized you could call a halt to things if you ever felt too far in over your head.” His gaze softened and the smile he gave me had my stomach in fluttery knots.
My throat convulsed and it took a long time for me to decide what I wanted to say. Stormy stroked his fingers over my cheek and watched me, and I reveled in his unwavering attention. I craved having someone look at me the way he did, like I fucking mattered. I’d always liked being the center of attention, but this was next level. He’d been in my body. He’d had my cock in his. He’d been close to me in all the ways I could think to count. A strong, amazing feeling blazed to life in me.
“I know if I tell you something is bothering me you will stop if I ask. I trust you that way. I always have.”
“Good.” He kissed my cheek.
“Like with the cuffs at Black Out. I trusted you then, too. You take care of me.” Embarrassment had me turning my face toward the back of the couch. “I like that.”
Stormy clasped my chin and dragged it back to center so he could kiss me again. He slid down and teased my nipples until I was on the verge of coming with nothing else but his tongue sliding around the teeth marks on my pec, and then he rushed to open his fly and drag his cock out.
When he crawled up and planted his knees under my armpits, I was more than happy to open my mouth wide and take him. He did a push-up on the arm of the couch, and I ate his cock. I wasn’t exactly good at deep-throating, but he fucked into my mouth until he filled it with a gush of cum that had my cock quivering. The salty burst of the second load that hit my taste buds had me frantically swallowing and was more than I could handle. He blasted me two more times before he was done, and I simply held his softening flesh in my mouth afterward. I whimpered as my cock gave a needy throb, and he laughed and reached back. He stared down at me and didn’t take his cock away as he toyed lightly with my cockhead. His fingernail dug into my slit and electricity twisted through my limbs and sparked along my shaft.
“Spray it, Pookie.”
My groin tightened and my cockhead throbbed. I sucked his sleepy cock, and he shoved himself deeper into my mouth, even though he was beginning to go down. He hit the back of my throat and my body clenched. Wave after wave of pleasure pelted my stomach as I came.
Stormy let out the type of sigh only sex pulled from him and withdrew from my mouth. Embarrassment swamped me as he wiped the spit and residual spunk from his cock on my cheek. He did the same to the other side.
I fucking loved it.
