That tiny bit of deep action was merely a promise of what would come later. For now, Scott forced himself to change tactics and not give Joe his throat right away. He lapped very gently at the head of Joe’s cock several times before working his way down the length with tender little licks and kisses.
Each touch of his lips to the velvety soft skin sent a wave of delight through Scott as well as Joe. Scott murmured around Joe’s balls as he took each one into his mouth in turn and laved them with his tongue.
Joe stroked the back of Scott’s neck, calmly petting him and reassuring him that he was satisfied with his actions, but Scott’s own hands remained behind his back, unable to touch either Joe or himself. A whimper escaped the back of his throat as he prayed that Joe would be truly happy with his efforts to please him.
* * * * *
Joe stared down at the top of Scott’s head. Scott had developed some seriously impressive oral skills over the time they’d known each other. More than that, his talents were so obviously very specific. He’d learnt exactly what Joe liked and how to provide it. He didn’t waste his time giving him what he thought he should enjoy, or what some nameless, faceless ex had enjoyed.
Joe stroked his fingers through Scott’s hair. The opportunity to please his new master seemed to have calmed Scott’s fears for the moment, but it hadn’t magicked them away. The damn things were still there, like shadows, creeping behindthem; never far off and always ready to leap out whenever a bright light shone down upon them.
Shifting positions slightly, Joe only allowed part of his mind to enjoy the wonderful sensations Scott’s mouth offered him. The other part of his psyche was put to work on finding a way to quell Scott’s fears forever.
Joe had never had a sub he expected to love for the rest of his life. Something inside him tensed as the full weight of that responsibility came to rest upon his shoulders. He had to get this right. He had to find something that would give Scott complete confidence in his abilities as a submissive, and in his master’s love for him.
Despite his best efforts, the part of Joe’s brain which was able to maintain any kind of rational thought process grew smaller and smaller, until ecstasy completely overtook him. He shouted out his pleasure, more than happy for Scott to hear how much bliss he’d given him as well as for Scott to taste it as Joe spilled across his tongue.
Forcing his eyes to remain open as he came, Joe stared down at Scott. He swallowed everything Joe had left to give him without hesitation, but he didn’t look up. Scott was completely focused on his task. Even when Joe relaxed back against the pillow, Scott seemed unwilling to even peek up toward him.
Scott gently suckled around Joe’s cock until he was completely soft. Pulling back then, he lapped gently against his shaft, licking away any residue that might linger there.
“There’s one envelope left in the packet,” Joe said, his voice more gruff than he intended, his vocal cords still recovering from that yell of joy and triumph.
Scott froze. A few seconds slipped past before he finally turned his attention to Joe’s face.
“We’re going to rest here for a little while. But later, you’re going to go back to your place.”
“Yes, s-sir.” Scott obviously did his best to hide his feelings of rejection, but he didn’t quite succeed.
“I’m going to send you a note through the mail,” Joe went on, determinedly. “It will take a day or two to arrive. I want you to use that time to pack everything in your room into boxes. If you need to give notice to your landlord, I want you to tell him you’re leaving. Understand?”
Scott nodded. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes were full of questions.
Joe smiled as he pushed a few stray strands of hair back off Scott’s face. “You’ll be moving in here soon, but that’s not something you need to worry about. When you get my letter, just do exactly as it says—exactly as it says,” he stressed, as the last of his plan came together in his mind. “I’ll take care of everything else.”
“Yes, sir.”
A tug on Scott’s hair ordered him to move up the bed and lay beside Joe. Joe wasn’t sure if it was expectation or nerves but, even after Joe gave him permission to take his hands from behind his back, it took a little while for Scott to relax properly against him.
That wasn't important, though, because tonight was just one night of many. Joe had complete confidence that everything would be much easier for Scott very soon.
Joe was now Scott’s master; making everything okay was his job, and he intended to be damn good at it, right from the start.
Part Sixteen: With Love
The orders in Joe’s letter were very simple. He’d even laid them out in a nice little to-do list. If he’d been willing to deface Joe’s message, Scott could have crossed off each item as he completed it. As it was, Scott contented himself with reading the list over one more time to reassure himself that he’d done everything just as Joe had commanded.
Pack everything you own into boxes—no exceptions other than the clothes on your back and what’s in your pockets.
Settle any outstanding rent with your landlord.
Go to the back door of The Prince’s Oak on Canal Street at ten o’clock Friday night.
Ask for Frank. Do as he says.
Yes. Scott nodded to himself as he carefully put the letter back in his pocket. He was exactly where he was supposed to be. Everything was as Joe wanted it and, even if he did look as scary as hell, at least Frank hadn’t ordered him to do anything but sit in a bleak little room at the back of the club.
Everything was fine, Scott reminded himself again. He belonged to Joe now, and—
