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Sir continued his visual and tactile perusal, brushing his hand over Jamie’s hips, then sweeping in to handle his balls. The raw intimacy of the gesture had Jamie’s heart beating faster.
“You like that, do you?” Sir asked, smiling at Jamie. The young man’s confidence was growing as quickly as Jamie’s cock was hardening.
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie answered.
Sir’s smile widened. “I like it, too.”
He proved that by stroking his hand up Jamie’s length, fisting him with just enough pressure until he was standing at full attention.
“Lovely,” Sir said, tilting his head slightly as he watched Jamie get harder.
He reached for Jamie’s balls again, rolled them a little until he had a good grip, then squeezed them so tightly that Jamie gasped for breath at the shock of pain.
Which, of course, sent a ripple of hot desire through his entire body. He groaned at the heady feeling before he could stop himself.
“You like that, too, do you?” Sir asked, glancing up from his tight grip on Jamie’s balls to look him in the eye.
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie panted.
Still holding his balls tightly, Sir swept his other hand up Jamie’s chest to cradle the side of his face. “Let’s see what else you like,” he said, then moved his hand to rake his nails down Jamie’s front hard enough to leave red marks.
The rush of paradoxical pleasure that the harsh touch gave Jamie tipped him dangerously close to orgasm. The feeling was completely out of the blue and so unlike the control he usually had. That in itself excited him. Even more so when Sir pinched one of his nipples hard while tugging his balls.
As if that weren’t enough, Sir leaned in and kissed Jamie’s lips softly. It wasn’t even an open-mouth kiss, but the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure, harshness and softness, had Jamie instantly weak in the knees.
It was going to be the most enjoyable weekend he’d had in ages.
Sir didn’t let his kiss linger, much to Jamie’s surprise disappointment. He stepped back, releasing Jamie’s nipple and balls, and said, “Good boy.”
Jamie was left panting as hard as if he’d run all the way to the parking lot and back. He stole another glance at Kit, this one full of gratitude.
“Go ahead and check his hole,” Kit instructed Sir. “Just to be thorough.”
It took a supreme effort of will for Jamie not to smirk at Kit and say, “You absolute bastard.” He was certain Kit had made the suggestion on purpose to humiliate him.
“Good idea,” Sir said, as if he were in on the joke. “Turn around and bend over the bed,” he ordered Jamie. “Feet apart.”
Jamie turned and did as he was asked, as much as he wanted to give Kit the finger. And laugh. He was well used to poses like the one he was asked to take and sank into the humiliating position with grace. He bowed his back and tilted his hips up while resting his forearms on the bed so that his head was lower than his arse. If Kit was trying to tease him by laying him low, Jamie would get the last laugh by displaying himself as perfectly as possible.
That burst of insolence was snapped out of him as Sir stepped up behind him and kicked his feet farther apart. Suddenly, he wasn’t in control of the pose or his feelings about it anymore. The adrenaline of having someone put him in his place eclipsed his amusement at the situation, and he started to breathe faster.
“Yes, that is a pretty hole,” Sir said with just the right combination of command and condescension.
Again, whatever it was that made Jamie like these things so much had his cock pulsing eagerly as it stood out between his legs. It wasn’t that he thought the whole thing was a game. It was so much more than that. But whatever it was, it was fun.
Sir stroked his arse for a moment before pulling his cheeks apart to expose his hole even more. Jamie dropped his head and closed his eyes and gave into the degrading feeling. And when Sir stroked his fingers over the pucker, using enough pressure to convince Jamie that he would finger fuck him right there, with Kit watching, he felt a bead of precum form at the tip of his cock and threaten to drip down to the bed.
“I look forward to fucking this hole,” Sir said before stepping away and leaving Jamie momentarily bereft.
Jamie didn’t suppose it would be good sub etiquette to beg Sir to fuck him right now.
Kit laughed, sending shivers of a different sort down Jamie’s spine and reminding him that he was in an extremely vulnerable position with people watching him. “I think you’ve got this well in hand, oh student of mine,” he told Sir. “I’ll just leave you to it, then.”
Jamie wanted to snap straight and turn around to ask Kit if he was certain, but he was experienced enough to know not to move until his dom told him to.
“You’re leaving?” Sir asked the question on Jamie’s lips. The sudden flash of uncertainty in his voice was as much of a turn-on as the control he’d shown with his inspection. It spoke of layers of emotion and personality lit Jamie up. Sir wasn’t just another dom, he had a story behind him.
Jamie heard rather than saw Kit shrug. “You don’t really need me here,” he said. “I’ve taught you everything I know, I’ve made the introduction, and now it’s time for you to explore on your own.”
