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Jamie was just starting to struggle when Aled’s orgasm spread into post-orgasmic contentment, and he pulled back. He was panting, but the way Jamie gasped for breath and wretched once as he did was way more than what Aled felt.
It was the moment when a dom really needed to step up. His sub was reeling from the shared experience, and it was Aled’s responsibility to make things right.
“Good boy,” he said, sinking to kneel on the floor with Jamie. “That was fucking amazing. You did so good.” He stroked his hands over Jamie’s chest and shoulders, soothing him and thanking him for letting himself be used and pushed.
Jamie steadied his breathing and corrected his kneeling stance way faster than Aled would have imagined. Even though his face was red and his eyes were streaming, Jamie looked at him with that spark of desire still in his eyes. With it was a sense of satisfaction that Aled had only ever seen in subs, and never anywhere close to as deep as what Jamie was giving him. If ever he needed proof that some guys actually did get off on being used, he was getting it from Jamie right then.
Of course, his other clue was that Jamie still had a raging erection, complete with precum dripping down the sides of his shaft.
“I see someone likes having his throat fucked,” Aled said, grinning as he reached down to quickly stroke Jamie’s cock.
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie said, a bit hoarse. The gleam in his eyes as he looked at Aled was like some sort of shared mischief just between the two of them.
“Would you like to come, then?” Aled asked.
Jamie’s whole face lit up. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
It all just flowed so naturally. For the first time in what felt like so, so long, Aled knew exactly what to do and felt good about doing it.
“Mmm, maybe later,” he said, standing, patting Jamie’s cheek, and taking a step back. He tucked himself back into his jeans, then did them up again.
Then he paused to drink in the sight of Jamie, kneeling and hard, panting and disappointed. The man was absolutely gorgeous. It took real skill to be simultaneously wrecked and proud. Everything about him was like something out of one of Aled’s wet dreams. Jamie knelt there on the floor, his glossy-tipped cock starting to wilt as he realized he wasn’t going to be allowed to come anytime soon, his posture perfect, but his glasses hanging off his red, tear-wet face.
Those skewed glasses and his red mouth were the icing on the cake. But for the fact that it was expressly forbidden in the terms and conditions of the weekend, Aled would have reached for his phone to take a picture of his perfect sub right then and there.
“Right,” Aled said, clapping his hands together once he was fully dressed and straightened again. “Let’s just get you unpacked and see what sort of formalwear you brought with you for supper tonight.”
Jamie let out a heavy breath and sagged a teensy bit as his last hope of being allowed to come left him.
Aled smiled, inordinately proud of his boy. It took amazing strength and self-awareness to let a virtual stranger mess around with you like that, both physically and mentally. Not to mention the fact that Jamie didn’t bat an eyelash when Aled unzipped his rucksack and started pulling the contents out and laying them on the bed.
The level of trust it took to allow someone to play with you that way was half the reason Aled had taken so completely to the BDSM scene. Subs left him in awe, and already he could tell that Jamie was the most impressive sub, maybe even the most impressive person, he’d ever met. It was his responsibility to live up to what Jamie needed from him. He just hoped he was up to the task and that the rest of his life didn’t interfere with being in the moment with Jamie that weekend.
FIVE
Jamie stayed engagedwith Sir throughout the entire phone call. Not only did he owe it to Sir as his dom, the very fact that Sir would take a call in the middle of a scene was intriguing. It could have just been Sir’s lack of experience that made him break the rules of etiquette by letting the outside world in, but the more Sir spoke to whoever it was, the more Jamie felt in his gut that it was something more.
At first, Jamie had thought Jeremy was Sir’s partner. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone had buggered off to a kink retreat without their other half knowing about it. Then he’d considered that Dawn was Sir’s wife. Because, again, it wasn’t unheard of for married men with outwardly ordinary lives to have secret fetishes. But by the time Sir ended the call, Jamie’s money was on Jeremy and Dawn either being Sir’s children, or, because Sir was far too young to have children old enough to call him on their own, his siblings.
Kit had mentioned something about Sir having an interesting and challenging past. The tension that had rolled off Sir during the call told Jamie that his family might have something to do with that. For better or for worse, all those things taken together had Jamie’s mind spinning with interest in the man whose cock he held in his mouth. He didn’t just teach psychology, he embraced it and lived in it. He’d never officially practiced as a counselor, but he’d been performing that role informally for ages.
Of course, as soon as the call ended and Sir got his head back into the game, Jamie’s wandering mind was forcibly focused on the scene again as his throat was mercilessly fucked. It was uncomfortable and borderline frightening, he choked so much that his stomach revolted, and the whole thing left him so ridiculously turned on that he could have laughed at himself.
Especially when Sir decided not to let him come. That was downright wicked of him, and living proof of everything Kit had said about Sir being a natural dom. Jamie ached and whimpered before he could stop himself and wanted nothing more than to pull his hands out from behind his back to finish himself off, he was that agonizingly close, but he wouldn’t dare. He was a good boy.
And everything about the phone call, the tension that remained in Sir’s body as he unpacked Jamie’s rucksack, and the charged energy in the air told Jamie that Sir desperately needed a good boy that weekend and not a brat.
He stayed right where he was, looking straight forward and catching his breath as Sir spread the items from Jamie’s rucksack across the bed, but he could see enough in his peripheral vision to guess that Sir was amused by the eclectic collection of fetishwear and toys Jamie had brought with him.
“Interesting,” Sir said, his amusement clear in his voice. “Looks like you’ve got the full kit here. Not a tuxedo in sight, though. Whatever shall we put you in for supper?”
It was so incredibly difficult for Jamie not to smile. Even with everything he guessed the man had going on in his life, he had a sense of humor. That had the potential to make the entire weekend brilliant.
“Ooh, this is interesting,” Sir said, stepping more into Jamie’s line of sight. He held the heavy flogger with studded falls that Jamie had bought himself for Christmas last year. It had a mean bite, and in the right hands, it could leave him with welts that lasted a week. Sir smiled at it as he played the falls through his fingers, then grinned at Jamie. “Here. Hold this for me.”
Jamie flinched to move his hands out from behind his back, but before he could, Sir pressed the handle into his mouth like a bit.
Definitely a natural dom. Jamie couldn’t smile like he wanted to with the handle of the flogger clenched in his teeth, but everything else about him radiated admiration and pleasure for Sir.
