“How’s that feel?” Aiden asked, slipping a finger beneath the collar to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
“Feels good.”
His submissive’s voice had dropped to that low, rough timbre that revealed his building arousal. Aiden smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” Pulling the leash off his shoulders, he attached it to the collar’s O-ring. At the sound of the hook clicking closed, Mike swallowed hard, making the collar raise and lower with the movement of his Adam’s Apple. Aiden eyed him closely, checking that he showed no signs of stress. He appeared calm and didn’t call for yellow so Aiden slipped his hand through the leash’s loop handle.
“Follow me,” he said giving a slight tug to the leather strap. After a slight hesitation, Mike started walking, pulled along by the leash.
He led his sub across the room to the mirrored wall behind his barre, positioning him to stand facing it. When Aiden stepped behind Mike, he all but disappeared behind his greater height and muscular bulk. He leaned slightly to the side to look at their reflections.
“See how good you look collared for me?” he asked as slid his hands up his lover’s torso. Aiden spread his fingers wide in order to cup Mike’s pecs through his shirt. He squeezed the meaty flesh, then dragged his fingers down to pluck at his nipples. He’d learned that his submissive was sensitive there. As he continued to play with the taut peaks, he watched as Mike’s cock started to harden behind his thin lounge pants.
“You like the way it looks, Sir?” Mike asked with gravel in his voice.
“Mmmm... I like the wayyoulook.” Aiden pressed a kiss to his lover’s shoulder after the gentle correction. “Stand absolutely still. Don’t move unless I say you can. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kept one hand on the leash while the other he let drift down to Mike’s waistband. Slipping his fingers into the loose pants, he came into immediate contact with his sub’s silky hot length. “No underwear. You knew I wanted this cock, huh?”
Mike ducked his head, but Aiden caught the small grin he tried to hide.
“I had a feeling.”
“Well, thank you for giving me easy access to what I want.” Aiden eased the pants down just enough to bare both his thick cock and heavy balls. “Hold your shirt out of the way for me.”
Mike gripped the shirt in his gloved hand, holding it so tight the material twisted. Aiden played his fingers over Mike’s cock, measuring, teasing, weighing. It made a pretty picture in the mirror. Engorged, flushed, little beads of pre-cum spilling free from the slit to drip down the length. Aiden began to stroke him, sliding his fist from base to tip, slowly at first, then increasing his speed when the thick shaft pulsed against his palm. Knowing what that pulsing signaled, he gave his lover a warning.
“Don’t come, Michael.”
The fingers on Mike’s free hand twitched but he didn’t otherwise move.
“I won’t.”
“Good boy,” Aiden whispered the praise as he continued to stroke. “You’re doing amazing.” Aiden’s own cock throbbed as he watched his obedient pup stand there and take the pleasure he gave him, his lips shaping silent curses.
A part of Aiden still feared he’d experience the usual fall-out with Mike—where he decided that he could only submit in the bedroom and anything else was out of the question. But another part of him dared to hope that Mike was that perfect submissive he’d been looking for: big, clean-cut, and ready to submit both in and out of the bedroom. Only time would tell if he’d finally found what he’d been seeking.
He was pressed so tightly against Mike he could feel the minute trembling in his muscles and by now his cock head was soaked with pre-cum. Aiden knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. He eased back from stroking, lightly tracing two fingers along the vein on the underside of his shaft. “You held back for me. How close are you?”
Mike swallowed hard. “Very.”
“Okay. Since you let me play with you the way I wanted I won’t make you wait too long before I let you fuck me.”
Aiden wrapped the lead around his hands a few times, taking away some of the slack. Keeping Mike on a short leash, he led him over to his bed. He turned to face him, tugging him down until they were at eye level.
“Tonight, you’re going to serve me well with your big, powerful body. You’re going towreckme, Michael. I want you to make me cry when I come on your cock.” He took the handle of the leash and used it to lightly tap the head of his lover’s swollen cock. “Understand?”
“Fuck.” No longer silent, the curse rolled out on a desperate groan. Mike briefly closed his eyes, nostrils flaring as he pulled in a breath, before he opened them again and answered. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good. Now get on your knees for me.”
Mike dropped to his knees in front of him. He looked up at Aiden, green eyes heavy-lidded and hazy with lust.
“Undress me, Michael.”
It was Aiden’s turn to stand still as his submissive reached to untie the string at his waist and tug the sweatpants down over his hips. He stepped out of them and Mike grabbed the joggers and swept them away out of sight. Beneath the joggers, he had on a pair of dove gray lace panties, designed especially to accommodate and showcase dicks. Mike reached for them, curling his fingers into the waistband, but he didn’t pull them down.
“I almost don’t want to take these off.”
