Darren groaned, tightening around his fingers again. His spent cock twitched promisingly against Miles's stomach. "Mmm. Yes,Sir."
"I'm going to fuck myself on your cock," Miles repeated, pressing his fingers deeper, "And then I'm going to put you into the swing and show you exactly how I'm going to dom the shy little sub you're going to find me. I'm going to bounce you up and down on my huge cock until you come so hard that you pass out."
Darren shifted to pull back, and for a split second, Miles worried that he'd overstepped his bounds. But Darren was grinning, lips pink from their kisses and gaze slightly unfocused in bliss as heclaimed his mouth again. "How the hell did I get so lucky?" he breathed against his lips, and Miles felt a rush of joy.
Curling his fingers in Darren's hair, he returned the kiss, slow and deep. "Husband, I ask myself that every day."
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∞ 17 ∞
A Versatile Dom
Darren Quinn
I'm going to find a sweet little sub for my husband to fuck.
After the unexpected setback of the incident with Mal's suspension, Darren had fully expected their plans would be set back by months, or more. Especially when Miles had been so upset about it. But they'd supported each other. They'd come out shiny side up.
He also couldn't help but be extremely pleased at how on board Miles was with more than domination. He'd expected Miles would eventually realize he wanted his domination to be sexual, but had fully expected it would be a very drawn-out discovery.
In Darren's experience, many people - submissive or not - became insecure at the idea of opening up their relationship, worried that they weren't meeting their partner's needs or their partner would replace them. He'd always vowed never to be the one to propose such a thing unless he was certain he'd given his partner an iron-clad sense of his own worth first. He'd been certain enough with Miles to lay the path for his husband's discovery of desire. Seeing it happen, though, had been more rewarding than he'd imagined. And far, far more erotic.
Even better was the joy of finally seeing Miles settle into himself as a sensual being. His sweet husband had left an unhealthy marriage with no small amount of trauma, on top of feeling like he didn't easily experience sexual desire for someone he wasn't in love with. But now Miles seemed to be extending his desirefor Darren to all things that involved serving Darren, including the idea of dominating and fucking a sweet little sub for Darren's pleasure.
It needed to be the right person. The rightcouple, because Miles had been right in calling out that their playmates should have the same security in a relationship that they had. The idea of playing with an equal couple was titillating. Darren was certain that if he could find the right sub for Miles, he'd have no problem engaging whoever that person's partner might be.
They had time to find the right partners, though. And in the meantime, he was more than happy to continue to be Miles's object lesson.
He was indescribably proud of Miles's decision to get back on the horse after being shaken. Since everyone had come out shiny side up, it had become an invaluable learning experience. No matter what anyone might think, being a good, confident dom wasn't about being expertly infallible. It was far more important to be able to respond to problems and recover from mistakes while still taking care of your sub.
Perhaps it was time to push Miles a bit more. In a safe, inconsequential way, where his husband would have time to consider how to react and what the consequences should be. Immediately, a dozen fun ideas sprang to mind. He'd ask for another cooking lesson, then play things by ear for his reward.
Regardless of how things went, it would definitely be the perfect opportunity to indulge in being a little bit of a brat.
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Putting his plan into action hadn't been difficult. Darren didn't feel that devious for asking Miles for a cooking lesson so he could earn a reward afterwards. He dressed himself in his assless leather chaps and a jock strap to make it unmistakable the tone he wanted said reward to take.
Miles drew him into a kiss after they'd finished cleaning the kitchen. He stroked his hands down his back to cup and squeeze his ass with an appreciative hum. "You've been very good for me, pet. I suppose you'd like a reward now?"
"We haven't had dessert yet," Darren pointed out, nuzzling the words against his lips.
"Mmm. Good point." Miles nipped at his bottom lip, gaze dark with promise. "Go get into the shower. I'll join you in a minute. Take the lip scrub in with you."
Miles in the shower was always a temptation, even more so when he was being aggressive. It was a delight to get pushed back against the tiles and kissed breathless, hands roving over each other's bodies. When he reached for his husband's cock, Miles pushed his hands away with a growl. "No touching without permission," he warned, even as he pressed a hand between his thighs for a teasing, ingenious new use of the lip scrub.
"Not even a little? I thought this was dessert. Let me get on my knees and use that on you, too." Darren pressed closer, trying to rub against his cock and back against his fingers at once. He received a firm smack to his ass in response.
"That's not dessert," Miles replied with a growl, turning off the shower. "Towel me dry."
Darren, of course, took full advantage of the task to touch and tease him, leaving them both hard and aching by the time Miles pulled him back into the bedroom. His red leather cuffs sat in the middle of the bed beside the canister of honey dust.
The edible dust, applied with a feather brush, made skin satin smooth but licked away clean, sweet and light without leaving behind any stickiness. Despite its sensuality, it was fairly vanilla as far as sex between them generally went. But, when paired with a touch of dominance or objectification - yes, that would serve his needs perfectly.
Darren raised his eyebrows, teasing him with a challenge. "Cuffs, hmm? You think you're going to be in charge there, too?"
