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| Lessons in Writing |
Part One
Michael started down the gangplank from the plane, his heart pounding like mad. They’d exchanged pictures--old pictures--and he wasn’t sure what to expect. The pictures he’d seen of Shane were, according to Shane, at least five years old. As he stepped into the terminal waiting area, he wondered if he’d even be able to recognize his co-author at all.When Michael saw him, he stopped dead in his tracks. His throat became dry and he had to force himself to move again. The man, though older, was positively gorgeous…and ungodly intimidating in person.
"You must be Shane," he said as he walked up, holding a hand out.
A slow look flickered over Michael, putting a faint smile on his lips. Taking Michael’s hand, his fingers curled to it in a firm grasp before releasing it. "That I am. Let’s go get your luggage from the carousel and then get the hell out of here. I need a fucking cigarette."
"I can understand that." Michael glanced over, taking a long, slow look as they walked. Fuck. He was going to stay a week with this man? Oh, God…
Shane led the way to the luggage area downstairs. People were crowded around three of the five carousels as pieces of luggage circled by. The occasional side glance in Michael’s direction had an amused tinge as if the man were aware of Michael’s thoughts. "Did you get the contracts signed and sent in before you left Delaware, Michael? Mine went out yesterday."
"I did. Sent it out first thing this morning." Michael watched the luggage roll by until he finally saw his bag. Suitcase in hand, he turned to Shane. "Ready when you are."
Slipping his hand in his jacket pocket, Shane headed for the exit. As soon as they were outside, he pulled a pack of cigarettes and his lighter out. Stopping for a second to light it, his hand cupped behind the flame of the lighter to keep it from blowing out. Putting them back in his pocket, he resumed walking towards the parking lot. "It’s only a 30 minute drive to my house. Depending on the traffic."
"Cool. You have lunch yet? I haven’t eaten anything since this morning." Michael glanced over at Shane, unable to stop watching those lips close around the cigarette. Okay, co-author or not, he was lusting…bad.
Pulling out his keys, Shane stopped by a blue 1970 Mustang. "What are you in the mood for? There’s an Arby’s, Wendy’s, and Burger King near my house. If you want sit down, there’s Denny’s and Big Boy’s."
Walking to the trunk, he unlocked it and reached for Michael’s bag. Tossing it in, he closed the trunk lid before getting into the car.
"Burger King is fine," Michael said as he got in and buckled. "Damn. A week from home. It’s been a while."
"I’ve been looking forward to you getting here." The look he gave Michael had an element of appreciation, and he seemed quite confident of something, though what wasn’t readily apparent. Once they were both buckled in, Shane started the car and drove out of the airport parking lot. It took a few minutes to get onto the main highway. Free of the airport traffic, Shane pushed the speedometer to seventy.
"Yeah," Michael said quietly, "I’ve been looking forward to this, too." He looked over at Shane for several minutes, biting slightly at his lip. "So, um, what are we going to do while I’m here?"
Turning his attention from the road for just a second, Shane leveled a knowing look on him. "Oh, I’m sure we’ll find things to amuse ourselves. Though Monroe is a pretty fucking uptight place."
Focusing back on the traffic, they made quick time to exit fifteen. Pulling off on the ramp way, he turned left and drove to the nearby Burger King drive through. "What’d you want to eat?"
"Fish sandwich combo." Michael turned slightly in his seat to look at Shane more fully. "Like what?"
After ordering their meals, he drove the car forward to the drive through window. Handing over a twenty to the clerk, Shane turned to look at him. "I thought you might enjoy a visit to the dungeon down in Columbus. It‘ll give you a chance to get an idea of what everything is like."
It took considerable effort for Michael to continue looking at Shane. "Um, yeah. That would be cool. Research…and all that." He took the food from Shane and started sorting it all out, making damn sure his co-author didn’t see the sudden rush of color to his face. Research. He could do this in the name of research--so long as Shane wasn’t directly involved. But that was a tidbit he’d just as soon keep to himself.
"Yeah, all in the name of research." A smile twitched at his lips. "Since our next story is going to take place in that type of setting, it’ll help if you know what you’re writing back."
Pulling back onto the street, Shane drove the short distance to his house. His home was larger than he actually needed, but he enjoyed the space. A large park across the street was filled with kids. Lake Erie was just visible beyond the breaker wall. Getting out of the car, Shane moved to the truck to pull out Michael’s suitcase and led the way into the house.
"Nice place," Michael said as he walked inside. "So, um, what all will happen at the dungeon? I mean, I’ll be watching, right?" He immediately bit his lip and bent to pick up his bag where Shane had set it down. Fuck! The least he could do was sound a little less obvious. Cursing himself silently, he straightened back up, looking everywhere but at Shane.
As they entered the house, four large windows in the living room gave an excellent view of the lake. The room itself was huge and divided into three living areas. A group of chairs were placed around the fireplace, and another set around the entertainment center. Another niche held the computer desk. A huge open doorway led to the kitchen. Two doors to the left were closed.
"Watching would be good." Shane chuckled. "And you could always participate if you’re in the mood." Gesturing towards the first closed door, he said, "This is your bedroom for the duration. Mine is right next to it."
Michael’s eyes widened considerably at that. "Participate?"
Turning to look at him, Shane managed to hide his amusement. "Some people do, you know, Michael. It would make for good practical experience in what we’re writing."
Barely biting off the whimper, Michael just nodded. "Uh. I think I’ll just put my bag in my room." With that, he set the food bag on the nearest table and hurried into the bedroom Shane had pointed out. Soon as he got into the room, he dropped the bag on the bed and fell face-first right beside it.
"Gotta get a hold of yourself, Mike," he mumbled into the comforter. "Co-author, yes; lover, no. Co-author, yes; Master, no." Of course, the majority of his body completely ignored the chant altogether.
After finally getting himself back into a less frenetic state of mind, Michael wandered into the kitchen. Shane had already set their food out, so he sat down across from Shane and started eating, munching idly on fries as he pretended to read the newspaper that was sitting a few inches away. Truth was? He couldn’t bring himself to look Shane in the eye, not yet anyway.
"So, um…what is a dungeon like, really?"
"I think you’ll enjoy the experience, Michael. It really is very interesting." For the moment, Shane seemed more serious. "A lot of people misunderstand what D/s and BDSM are about. You’ll get the chance to see a lot of play sessions and displays by some very good experts."
"Not enjoying it isn’t the issue," Michael said under his breath.
"It will also give you a good frame of reference for writing. A great deal better than just researching on the web. And I really hope you took my advice and stayed out of the chat rooms." A roll of his eyes gave his opinion of the idea of the chat rooms. "The worst thing in those rooms is that it seems a cyber whip hurts more than the real thing."
"You know me, Shane--I hate chat rooms." Michael didn’t look up, but said quietly, "I’m more curious about the real thing."
"I know. I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t picked up that sort of thing. It’s too far from the real truth. It really would have taught you very little, and probably exposed you to wanna be’s. I’ve known a few who started that way and got burned for their trouble."
After finishing his sandwich and fries, Shane settled back in his chair, sipping on his soda.
Michael looked up, biting at his lip. "What are you going to do while I’m watching and possibly participating?"
Managing to appear completely casual, he answered Michael. "I’ll be watching. I didn’t set up for a demonstration since I decided not to participate this weekend."
Shrugging slightly, he gathered up their trash. Once everything was safely stowed in the bag, he tossed it towards the trash.
"So…what do you normally do there?"
"Occasionally, I give demonstrations. Though not as often lately since I'm more focused on the writing. Sometimes I host parties here. In this area, BDSM is largely underground. There are no dungeons here for safe play like in Columbus."
"You host parties here?" Michael looked around. "Where?"
"Downstairs in the basement. You’re welcome to take a look around whenever you want. The stairs are right across from the bathroom near my desk."
"Cool." Michael looked over at the stairs leading down. Okay, so maybe he was a bit more than just curious.
"Did you want to relax after your flight or you feel like a movie? We could always head over to the beach if you want. It’s a beautiful day out." Watching him, Shane smiled faintly, his expression revealed a small hint of potential interest in Michael.
“Actually, I’m curious to see the basement,” Michael said quietly. “Then a movie sounds good.”
Nodding, Shane stood and headed for the stairs. After flipping the light on, he went down the stairs. The basement ran the entire length of the house and was paneled in a dark wood. An array of whips and floggers hung on one of the walls. Beneath that a long table lined with several more interesting items. A St Andrew’s Cross with a butterfly chair was set near one corner.
Stopping just inside the room, Michael couldn’t begin to hide the hard-on. Finally getting his feet to move again, he walked over to the table, not touching but looking. Many of the items were ones he’d seen before: dildos, clamps, restraints. He eventually had to turn away from them, his imagination starting to get the better of him. As he walked around the room, he couldn’t help but steal glances at Shane, wondering all manner of things he knew he shouldn’t.
Part Two
He let Michael look around as he leaned against the wall near the doorway. Each time Michael eyed him, he returned a mild, smiling expression. "It’s a lot to take in. But undeniably a fascinating element of life.""Yeah," Michael said as he stopped in front of the wooden St. Andrew’s Cross. He reached out and touched it, shivering as he slid his fingertips over the surface. A flicker of an image flashed through his mind, of him strapped to something like this. He was nervous--there was no doubt about that--but he was also more curious than he really wanted to admit, even to himself.
Turning back to Shane, he chewed on his bottom lip for a moment as he gathered up the courage to ask the one question burning in his mind: "What’s it like?"
Folding his arms across his chest, Shane remained silent, trying to think of the best way to express his own thoughts. "For both sides, it can be a very empowering expression of yourself. Just as much for the sub as for the Dom."
"For those on the receiving end of some of those toys, it’s a pleasure that’s very hard to describe. Knowing yourself at the mercy of another, yet trusting implicitly that your Dom will never go beyond what you can take. You are free to ask any questions you want, Michael." His voice kept a low, calm tenor, understanding Michael’s nervousness.
Michael nodded and moved over to the chair, tilting his head curiously. "Okay. Now explain this one to me."
Pushing from the wall, he walked over to the chair. Laying his hand on the edge of the smooth wood, he said, "This would be a St. Andrew’s Cross and the seat is removable. Depending on whether I want the sub standing or sitting when they are tied up. It all depends on what I am in the mood for. The attached cuffs hold the sub safely in place while I work."
"I’ve seen the cross before, in pictures, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a chair for it." Unable to fully meet Shane’s gaze, Michael just stared down at the chair. "So, if the sub is attached and sitting, what can you actually do? I mean, isn’t it hard to get to anything?"
Chuckling, he shook his head. "The experience is more of exposure, it allows for sufficient nipple and genital whipping. Sometimes lack of access and attention to some areas makes the sub all the more eager."
As he stared down at the chair, Michael’s eyes went wide and he just barely managed to swallow the sound that escaped. "I see," he said quietly. "It must be…frustrating, to be so exposed like that, knowing you’re at the mercy of another man…err…someone else."
"Frustrating?" Shane gave him a quizzical look. "And that would be the entire point. Especially since it does make an orgasm all that more intense when you are finally allowed to come at your Master’s hand."
If Shane realized the impact of his words, he showed no sign of it. "The chair is removable. Which makes the cross good for frontal torture or the backside. The strongest factor is the sub’s inability to move, whether in the chair or on the cross."
"God. I can’t begin to imagine what that would be like, to have someone control when you come." Clearing his throat, he turned away, partly to hide the sudden flush he felt and to discreetly readjust himself in his jeans. Christ, the longer he stayed in here, the stronger the curiosity became. Everywhere he looked, he could see himself at the mercy of one man. The fact that the man was only a few feet from him and in the same damn room, didn’t help matters much.
"To understand, it’s something you would have to experience, Michael. I could tell you all about it for our research, which is fine. But for a true understanding, it’s something that you need to live."
Shrugging slightly, he pulled his hand away from the cross and moved towards one of the small table. "Some people are into pain and some aren’t. All of it is a journey into yourself. And the sub decides how far it goes."
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Michael leaned against the wall and watched Shane. "And if I said that I have more interest in this than just research?"
He merely toyed with one of the leather cuffs close to his hand as he listened to Michael. "That’s why I thought a visit to a dungeon would appeal to you. So you could see everything for yourself first hand. It’s better than relying on me to fill in the details as we write."
"All right," Michael said, nodding as he took a deep breath. "When are we going to the dungeon?"
"On Saturday. I thought you might need some time to relax after your flight." Picking up the cuff, his fingers smoothed over the black leather before they flicked against the metal ring. The small sound made him smile as he turned his head to look at Michael. "Sound good to you?"
Michael just nodded absently, his gaze riveted on the movements of Shane’s fingers over the cuff. If he opened his mouth, he knew damn well what would come out of it.
His brow arched as he continued to watch Michael. "Care to try one on for size?"
The question was mild even if his glance at Michael wasn’t.
"I…" Oh, fuck. "Yeah," Michael whispered, if only because he didn’t trust his own voice then.
"Come here, Michael." The tone of his voice was soft, yet a note of command had an undeniable edge to it. One hand beckoned to him as his gaze held Michael’s.
Somehow, someway, Michael managed to move his feet the few steps toward Shane. When he was only a couple of inches from Shane, he looked up. There really wasn’t anything he could say; he wanted this, deep down inside, he wanted it badly.
When Michael came close enough, he opened the cuff and fastened it to his wrist. Reaching down for the other cuff, he placed it on Michael’s other wrist. Curling his finger to the ring, he raised Michael’s hand, controlling the movement. Smiling, his eyes never left his co-author’s face.
They might have been just wrist cuffs, but the feeling of vulnerability was there, just barely teasing Michael. "This, umm, this certainly has potential," he said, not quite thinking about what he was saying.
"Do the stories I’ve told you about D/s fascinate you, Michael?" He asked quietly. Picking up a small clip, he linked the two cuffs together by the rings. The act seriously limited Michael’s use of his hands.
Michael’s heart nearly stopped, though he wasn’t quite if it was in response to the addition of the clip, or to Shane’s question. Meeting Shane’s eyes, he could only form one word: "Yes."
"And which side fascinates you? Being in control or being controlled." He wanted Michael to vocalize his own desire and give it acknowledgment.
"Being controlled," Michael whispered, though he conveniently left out the ‘by you’ part.
It would be apparent Shane controlled him to a small degree, giving him a small taste of the possibilities. "Then I was right, and do you want your own taste at the hand of a Master. But what hand would you prefer, Michael? We have yet to ascertain that."
Reaching up, his fingertip touched lightly to Michael’s lower lip, leaving a ghosting trail before he slowly lowered his hand.
A soft gasp escaped Michael’s lips. Did he dare voice what he really wanted? Nodding, he forced himself to hold Shane’s gaze. "Yours."
His smile took on a pleased tinge. "Open honesty in all things, Michael. I can only take you so far unless you are willing to open to me."
He unhooked the rings and unfastened the cuffs from Michael’s wrists. "And what is it you want me to do to you? What do want to feel?"
Having admitted that much, Michael figured he had nothing to hide now. "I want to know what it’s like to give up all control; what it feels like to have the tension build, only to be released by another man, when he wants it to happen." There it was: the core of his fantasies. Aside from a few fetishes, he’d essentially bared himself.
After placing the cuffs back on the table, Shane reached for Michael’s hand. "Because this is something you’ve never done, I need to know is there anything you would absolutely hate to have done to you. For me to be able to give you what you want, I have to know the things that will bother you. And explain a few rules to you."
"Rules. Rules are good." Michael tried not to cling to Shane’s hand, but the contact alone sent a shiver through him. "I’m fairly open, actually. As long as it doesn’t involve animals, anyone under eighteen, dead bodies, or bodily excrements other than spit or come, I’m game for anything."
Shane’s fingers curled to his, letting him hold onto his hand. "There are a number of rules, Michael. The one about safe words is one of the more important ones. Safe, sane, and consensual. It’s all about what you want me to do. Sooner or later, there will be things I want to do to you, but it will always be things I believe you can handle. It will all be dependent on the level of trust I earn from you."
Pausing a moment, he drew his own deep breath as his gaze slowly roamed over Michael. A moment later he spoke again, "The safe word is red. You can use it anytime I’m doing something you decide you don’t like or want."
"Red," Michael repeated, more as a way to firmly anchor it in his mind. He nodded and bit his lip slightly.
"Do you want me to start now, Michael? Or wait until you’ve had a night of rest?" He left the option wide open for Michael to make his own choice. No hint of his own desire in this showed in his expression. If anything, he held excellent control of himself.
"If we don’t start now, I’ll be awake all night wishing we had," Michael said. He just barely managed to keep from shaking, though the occasional shiver got through, sliding straight up his spine.
His entire demeanor seemed to change with Michael’s words. The casual, laid back air shifted to a focused intensity with Michael as its center. A slight tug on Michael’s hand drew him with Shane towards a padded table. Stilling beside it, he said in a soft, silky voice. "Everything that happens is for my pleasure alone. Do you understand that, Michael? Everything I do to you, and everything you will feel is for my pleasure. I will use your body as I please for my own enjoyment."
What Michael meant to say was ‘yes,’ but what came out was: "Please."
"Very good, Michael." Releasing his hand, Shane stepped back slightly. "From now on you will address me as Sir. If you forget, you will be punished. Now undress for me."
Folding his arms across his chest, he waited silently for Michael to comply.
Part Three
Shaking and nervous as fuck, Michael did as he was told. When he was done, he set his clothes in a pile near the wall. Then he stood up straight, feeling the intensity of Shane’s eyes on him like a caress. He’d lost count of how many times he’d thought about this, about giving up everything for this man. Co-authors or not, he couldn’t begin to hide how much he needed this."I won't hurt you. And you know the safe word, right?" The softly worded question was meant to comfort Michael as he stepped forward to lay his hand on Michael's shoulder. "For the next hour or so, we will play. After that, we'll talk about everything."
Michael nodded. "I remember. And I trust you, Shane. To be quite honest, I’ve wanted this for a while now."
"I want you up here, on your back." As Shane moved towards the foot of the table, he gestured towards the small step at the side of it.
The table itself was shorter than normal and had the look of an examination table, which was what it was, but specially modified for his own personal use.
Michael obediently slid onto the table and settled on his back. Unsure of where to put his hands, he simply left them at his sides. His legs he let hang off the end, though he had a good feeling where they’d end up. The mere thought of that possibility sent a rush through him, causing his cock to jump against his stomach.
With a small smile, Shane noted the reaction of anticipation. Pulling the stirrups from the side of table, Shane first took hold of Michael’s right ankle and drew up his leg, placing his heel in the metal harness. After fastening the cuff to his ankle, Shane restrained his left leg in the same manner. The metal cupped Michael’s heels and gave him a small form of leverage. The position left Michael completely wide open to Shane’s view and anything else he might want.
"I have myself a beautiful toy." As he spoke, his hand ran slowly against Michael’s inner thigh. His eyes traveled the prone body displayed for him. "Now let’s see how well he pleases me."
A whimper sounded and Michael’s fingers curled tightly to the sides of the table. The sensation that accompanied the touch was akin to a heated current, running through Michael’s body. He’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable in his life, yet here he was, practically shivering with a strong mixture of need and excitement.
"Slide your ass slightly downward, Michael." A great deal of his enjoyment came from every one of Michael’s reactions, and he had every intention of intensifying them. "It belongs to me tonight, and I’m going to make thorough use of it."
His hand slipped to the back of Michael’s legs and caressed downward towards his ass.
"Yes, Sir." Those words sent a thrill through Michael and he slid down until his ass was almost hanging off the edge. He never took his eyes off of Shane, always watching, heart absolutely pounding in his chest. His hips lifted instinctively toward the touch, every nerve in his body on high alert.
Watching the slight upward lift of his hips, Shane's hand slid further down to caress one rounded cheek. Tonight he would only introduce Michael to the sexual side, anything else would be left for a later time. "Remember, Michael, whatever I do, you are not allowed to come until I give you permission."
Opening a drawer near him, he uncapped a jar and dipped his fingers into the gel. Waiting for Michael’s response, he held his gaze, a definitely sterner air surrounding the words.
"Yes, Sir." The words were more breathed than said, and Michael nodded, eyes fastened firmly on Shane’s hand. The things he’d imagined at those hands…
Given the proper answer, he smiled slowly as the coated fingers slid between the cheeks of Michael’s ass. Slowly circling the hole, the tip of a finger probed gently inside him. His eyes never left his co-author’s face, drinking in the sight of tense expression of desire and need.
Michael tightened his grip on the table as he rocked his hips slightly, wanting and needing more. The intensity of Shane’s gaze was indescribable, drawing everything within Michael into a knot of need and want.
"You are mine. It’s in every line of your body, Michael." To have Michael under his control sent a distinct rush through him. It connected him to his co-author on a level he’d never shared with him. "Everything you feel is at my hand alone, and only what I choose to give you."
Adding a second finger, he pushed it, less gently, deep into Michael’s ass as he leaned forward. His other hand moved to Michael’s right nipple, pinching at it. The tiny sensations of pain added their own element as he lowered his head. The tip of his tongue ran upward along the length of Michael’s cock, teasing him.
Michael’s breath all but left him as his body surged upward, drawn to all three points at once. As his hips rolled, driving Shane’s fingers deeper, his cock throbbed against Shane’s lips, straining for more. The tiny bolt of pain in his nipple took him by surprise and he gasped, chest tingling and pushing up for more.
The slow rub of Shane's fingers began to stimulate his prostate as his tongue played over his cock. Yet he didn’t take it into his mouth. Occasionally his fingers would twist lightly at first the left nipple then the right as his other hand cupped Michael’s balls, gently massaging them. His actions were kept slow only to arouse Michael but not give him any form of release.
"Oh, God…oh, fuck…" Michael’s chest rose and fell quickly, every single breath labored and short. His fingers curled tighter to the table edges and his eyes rolled back slowly, closing a few seconds later. God, this was fucking torture.
Hearing him, he lifted his head. "What is it you want, Michael? If you beg me well enough, I might give it to you."
Deliberately, he increased the speed of his fingers inside Michael for a moment before the movement stilled.
The second Shane stopped moving, Michael let out an honest-to-God whimper. Next time, he’d request to be restrained; it took all the control he had to keep his hands from grabbing Shane’s hand and fucking himself on it.
Licking his lips, he opened his eyes and stared at Shane, practically melting into the tabletop. "Please, Sir. I need…anything. Anything you want, please, sir." Yes, he was begging, but he simply didn’t care.
"Mmm, I do enjoy the sound of my toy begging me." The hand at Michael’s chest moved to his own pants. Already hard as well, he unfastened them, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Giving one last long rub inside him, a moment later his fingers withdrew. Stepping closer to the table, it was at the perfect height for exactly what he wanted, and Michael’s ass was already open and ready for him. "Do you want me to fuck you, my pet? Do you want to feel my cock inside you?"
With his words, he nudged his hips up against Michael’s ass, waiting for his answer.
"Yes! Oh, God, please, Sir. Yes." Michael wanted to move his legs, wanted to wrap them around Shane’s waist and tug him close, but he was forced to remain still, legs spread wide.
Slowly, he coated his cock with the gel from the jar. The sound of Michael pleading him to fuck him was music to Shane. Using his hand to slick over himself, he guided the length to slowly impale Michael. The hot tightness closed around him as a fierce gaze locked to Michael’s, never allowing him to look him. Once buried in him, Shane completely stilled except for his hand. It slid back over Michael’s thigh, downward to his cock. Shane’s fingers curled to him and pumped over him once.
"Oh. Fuck." Michael’s eyes widened and he rocked between Shane’s cock and his hand, wanting both, wanting everything. "Please, Sir," he whispered, eyes locked onto Shane’s. "Hard, fast, slow, gentle; anything. Just please fuck me, Sir."
His free hand slapped Michael’s ass. The movement of his hips began slow leisurely thrusts into him.
Michael jumped at the slap, a tell-tale groan slipping free as he rocked into every thrust as best he could.
Shane fully controlled every action and the intensity of arousal Michael received. For his first time, he wanted to teach Michael well what it meant to be completely at the hand of a Master’s whim. With each thrust burying deeply inside him, he ground tightly against Michael’s ass. The lazy stroke of his hand kept the hard flesh beneath fully aroused.
Staring up into Shane’s eyes, he pleaded, "Please, Sir. More…"
It took no more than those simple words. The speed of his motions increased, causing a groan to escape Shane as he stared back at Michael. Sight and sound mixed and tugged deeply at him. His fingers tightened around Michael’s cock, a series of quickening strokes caressing over him. Each flex of his hand relaxing and tightening, timed to the thrust of his hips.
"Yes!" Michael’s back arched as he drove his hips down and forward, impaling himself repeatedly on Shane’s cock. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck…" His eyes never left Shane’s the need there crystal clear. "So close…so fucking close, Sir," he panted.
A deliberate squeeze to his cock reminded Michael as did his words. "You will not come unless I say so." Several harder, abrupt pushes of his hips punctuated the words. Now he was upping the stakes and demanding Michael obey him even as he took his own pleasure.
Michael hissed and nodded, grunting at each hard thrust. "Yes, Sir." But God, it was so fucking hard, so hard to hold back when Shane’s cock was pile driving him into the tabletop, so hard when he couldn’t move his legs. All he could do was lie there and take it, biting back the urge to come as the need grew with every hard thrust from Shane.
He knew Michael hadn’t the experience at control to last any real length of time. Sensation tightened quickly through him with the pace he set. As his hand slid beneath Michael’s ass, lifting him slightly, the movement angled his penetration deeper. He could feel the tightening muscles of Michael’s ass in reaction. As he stared into Michael’s, he caught the loss of focus, and his fingers expertly stroked in quickening motion over his cock. "I want to see you come, Michael. Now."
Those words were all it took. "Sir," slipped from Michael’s lips as his eyes widened, body going taut for a split second before he bucked against Shane. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, crashing through his body with dizzying speed as he shot all over his chest and stomach.
His eyes remained on Michael, watching his face tighten with the pure pleasure as he felt the betraying spasms of his body. The piston of his hips kept up a relentless force, driving hard into Michael before his eyes finally closed. His body shuddered with the rush of his own orgasm, completely scattering his senses in the moment.
"Sweet fuck," Michael murmured after a few minutes of fighting to catch his breath. Now he knew what the appeal was, and he knew without a doubt that he was thoroughly hooked. "Okay. Now I understand the appeal."
When he managed to catch his own breath, Shane answered him with a slow smile. "This is only the beginning. I even bought a special toy with you in mind."
A wicked edge crept into the smile as he gave the first hint that he might have been imagining some of this all along as well.
"You bought…" Michael blinked. "You were planning this?"
"Not planning exactly as much as hoping, Michael." Remaining where he was for just a moment, Shane savored the feel of himself in Michael’s ass before slowly pulling out. Unbuckling the ankle restraints, he freed him. Taking hold of his co-author’s hand, he helped him to sit up.
"I see," Michael said, a grin edging its way across his lips. With his legs finally free, he locked them around Shane and pulled him close. "Just one thing before you get this toy of yours…"
Looking down at him, his brow arched as he was pulled closer. "And what’s that?"
Lifting his hand, his fingers tangled in Michael’s hair. They’d been drawn into the intensity of play by the immediate chemistry between them. A fact Shane relished, but he relinquished that part of things momentarily.
Michael slid his fingers through Shane’s hair and pulled him closer. "A kiss," he murmured, lips moving slowly over Shane’s.
In answer, his lips brushed over Michael’s before molding more tightly to them. The tip of his tongue opened Michael to him and slid deeper, caressing over Michael's.
Letting Shane control the kiss was easy. Michael moaned softly into Shane’s mouth, fingers tangling in Shane’s hair as he opened himself completely. He could get used to this kiss; he could get used to all of this.
Taking his own leisurely taste of what Michael offered him, he found himself reluctant to draw away. His fingers combed through the strands of his hair, keeping the contact between them even when he broke off the kiss. "So did you enjoy your first session, Michael?
The question had a quiet teasing edge to it.
"Yes, Sir," Michael said with a grin. "Immensely."
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