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Aled could have sworn he heard a smile in Jamie’s voice.
SEVEN
Well then.After an inauspicious beginning, Jamie’s weekend was turning into one of the best kink experiences he’d ever had, if not the very best. Despite his inexperience, Sir knew exactly how to push his buttons.
The bit in the bathroom with the cleansing shower was a humiliating stroke of genius. He’d felt so exposed and degraded, which never failed to tickle his fancy. Sir had an amazing touch with the flogger as well, as if he had a lifetime of experience in knowing just how and where to place the falls to leave his back hot and pulsing. And the power and certainty with which Sir had fucked him had left Jamie feeling like a puddle of pure desire. That orgasm had been enough to make the edges of his vision go black.
But he’d be lying if he said that anything was better than the sight of Sir naked. He should have known from the way Sir’s t-shirt and jeans fit him so well that those clothes were hiding a body that could grace any magazine cover, particularly the wicked magazines. Sir was all lean lines and firm muscles. He’d taken the care to do a little manscaping before showing himself off, which was always considerate. And dear God, that cock!
Okay, maybe he was a little loopy after being flogged and fucked so well and allowed to come, but as Sir released him from the St. Andrew’s Cross and led him into the bathroom to clean them both up, Jamie was so blissed out that he didn’t care what kind of fool he made of himself. Sir was like something he’d custom-ordered from a kink catalog, and he was damn well going to enjoy the fantasy they’d agreed to for the entirety of the weekend.
Jamie didn’t really want to go to the party. He wanted to keep Sir entirely to himself for the weekend. But that wasn’t how things were done. So he let Sir place him in position leaning over the sink while he showered. Once Sir was clean, he wiped Jamie down with a wet rag rather than having him strip out of his harness and leather shorts—which clung to him uncomfortably with sweat and probably a little cum—then zipped up the shorts and refastened the harness as it should be.
He probably reeked of sex. His back alone would tell everyone at the party they’d already played. He probably looked a complete mess, although without his glasses, he didn’t really know what he looked like. But that was the point. That quivering, underlying sense of embarrassment as he was paraded in front of strangers and more than a few people he actually knew, looking used, was the out-of-control experience he was always looking for.
Sir left him posed in the bathroom while he dressed, then came to fetch him wearing a pair of leather trousers and a glittery, silver mesh top that showed off his gorgeous torso. He pushed Jamie straight, then grabbed his harness and dragged him out of the cottage.
Night had fallen as they made their way up from the woods to the main house. Jamie wasn’t wearing shoes, so the gravel hurt his feet, and Sir had either forgotten he was nearsighted or left his glasses off on purpose, so he couldn’t see well past a few feet. Both of those things made it blissfully easy for him to fall into the headspace where he wanted to be.
Jamie could think of half a dozen of his colleagues and friends right off the bat who would be shocked and startled at the ways he chose to have fun and unwind. His usual anxiety about the consequences of the university discovering his extracurricular activities was so much less than it could be, however. There was so much peace in his submissive role, and with someone like Sir calling the shots and controlling him, it was even more of a brain break. He’d worry about being a rational, responsible adult come Monday, but for now, he was Sir’s subby boy.
“Looks like the two of you are really hitting it off,” Kit greeted them on the terrace just outside the open doorways to the conservatory-cum-dungeon.
“Yeah, we are,” Sir answered with a smile in his voice.
Jamie had his head lowered, but he peeked up cheekily, not only to see Sir’s happy smile, but to show Kit that he was still having the time of his life.
Kit winked back at him, then completely ignored him, as was only right. “Any questions or concerns?” he asked Sir.
Sir shrugged and shook his head. “Not really. I’ve just been going with my gut and seeing how J responds.”
“Good.” Kit nodded. “I told you that you were ready.”
“I don’t know why I was worried,” Sir replied. “J has been perfect, too.”
There was a slight note of hesitance in his voice, just enough to tempt Jamie to look up so he could see Sir’s expression. Was his master not pleased?
Jamie blinked and sucked in a small breath. Okay, that was a really heady emotion to feel. They were playing, and yes, sometimes he got carried away, but never so much that he believed the game. Definitely not so soon after beginning things with a play partner. It was like a part of him was convinced it wasn’t just a game and that there was something real between him and Sir.
Which was absurd. He didn’t even know Sir’s name.
But already, he felt like he knew so much about the man.
“Hmm.” Kit’s humming brought Jamie back to the moment, and when he peeked, Kit was watching him with that smug twinkle in his eyes that said he knew way more than anyone around him was letting on. “When you find the right partner, everything falls into place, eh?”
He wasn’t talking to Sir, that much was certain.
“I really think so,” Sir answered. He hesitated again in that way that made Jamie want to call a time-out so that he could talk to Sir and dig into all the things that made him tick. Then he shook himself a little, relaxed, and said, “It’s all about having fun this weekend, right?”
A dark twist of disappointment curled through Jamie’s gut that was as much of a surprise as his intense desire to please Sir. His emotions were always heightened when he let himself really sink into subspace. But even the hint that this whole thing was just a weekend sat wrong with him.
“Why don’t you come inside and watch some of the demonstrations,” Kit said, gesturing for Sir to head with him into the conservatory. He glanced back to Jamie just as Sir grabbed his harness to tug him along. “We’ve gone over pretty much everything at some point,” Kit continued with Sir, “but it’s always nice to see other doms’ techniques.”
The tiny part of Jamie that wasn’t fully committed to the play could have laughed. The conservatory dungeon was set up almost like any of the professional, academic conferences he’d been to over the years. There were displays of various toys, ropes, and restraints, and even a few people selling them off to one side of the room. Small discussion groups about different fetishes were gathered at various points in the room as well. Without his glasses, he saw them all as fuzzy blobs, but he wasn’t so nearsighted that he didn’t know what was going on.
The pet play people were particularly noticeable, and entertaining, as their pets gamboled around with each other. Jamie had to fight not to grin openly at the sheer joy radiating from those men. Outsiders would think they were bizarre or sick, but anyone watching how free those young, and not so young, men were able to be in that safe space would think differently.
The big events were set up in the corners of the room, including what appeared to be some sort of demonstration on how to effectively use a single-tail whip. The crack could be heard above the din of conversation and music that gave the room an excited buzz. Just hearing the whip sent Jamie’s pulse soaring and had his cock pressing against the zipper of his shorts.
