My Scottish Dom, page 6
“Don’t be like that, I want to see you.”
“No you don’t. Look, I’m the dom in this relationship and I need to preserve a little...mystique.”
Tears burn my eyes, “I’ve trusted you with everything, every single part of me, inside and out and you won’t even take your shirt off!?” I pull away from him. “I can’t believe this.”
He reaches for my wrist. “Ash…” he whispers. “Ashley I’m not like you OK, I’m not beautiful.”
“I don’t think I’m beautiful.”
“But you are, you’re gorgeous, I’m just skin and bone.”
“Please trust me on this. I need to see you.”
He pulls his eyes away from me. “This is going to be a deal breaker for you, isn’t it?”
“It is. I can’t spend the rest of life with a man who won’t trust me to love his body, and I will love you, all of you.” I remember Chloe's words. “Even your tentacles.”
He looks up sharply, his forehead creased. “What tentacles?”
I smile. “So you don’t have them then? See, that's something new I’ve learned about your body.”
He sighs. “OK... Ash. But...will you at least try the rack first? Before you see me naked that is, I don’t think it will work afterwards.”
“Of course I will. I can find the courage to do that for you, but I need you to promise to let me take your clothes off for a change afterwards?”
“I promise.”
I want him to kiss me but he looks too sad to do anything so I lean over and brush my lips against the stubble on his cheek. I say, “You know if I did see your body then maybe I’d consider trying out some of those chains you have dangling from the ceiling.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yep,” I smile. The chains still give me the creeps but I’d say anything to cheer him up.
“You may not want to go back in the play room once the illusion has been shattered.”
“I’ll take that risk for both of us.” I kiss his nose. “Trust me on this Duncan, it will be OK, I want to take care of you like you take care of me.” He looks as awkward as his father now and scared too, it draws me closer to him to see him the vulnerable one for a change. I hug him to me and stroke his hair and we drift back to sleep.
After a hearty breakfast courtesy of Edith, Duncan takes me out to explore the town. His mood has brightened now, it’s obvious he’s missed his home town, he looks on everything in Campbelltown with misty eyed affection. It’s a small town nestled in the hills at the end of a large Loch which opens out onto the sea. The focal point of the town is the small but lively port, we walk along the jetty together, watching the activity. The rugged hills behind the town are visible through occasional gaps in the housing. It’s charming but in a purposeful way; signs of industry, albeit small scale, are all around us. What surprises me most is the planting in the town’s parks, a mix of the deciduous trees I expected to see and stout but exotic palms. I ask Duncan about them.
“We have the jet stream to thank, it doesn't actually get that cold here. But it does get wet and windy, like you wouldn't believe, soft southerner that ye are.”
I smile softly, “You know, your accent’s getting stronger up here, I like it.”
“It will go back to normal once we cross the border. I used to talk like my parents but when I moved down south I was surprised no one could understand me.” He grins. “And I dinnea used ta think ma accent wus that strong.”
Even though he’s not being serious my spine tingles to hear him talk like that, and not just because I find it kind of sexy; it’s an important part of who he is and I need to know all of him. We walk around the town centre for a while, the concrete buildings and tall fences here contrasting starkly with the town’s stunning surroundings. Then we walk uphill along the Loch and away from Campbelltown. Within ten minutes we’re looking over the rooftops and across the loch to the hills beyond. It’s enchanting and the sunlight shining on the loch brings out the rich colours of the fields and the sky. “Wow,” I say, “This place is stunning, however could you stand to leave?”
“I had to for work. I’ve toyed with the idea of moving back up here since I started working from home, house prices are a lot cheaper and I’d like to live closer to my parents. But a small Scottish town is not exactly a great place to meet men.”
I hold my breath for a few seconds then I have to ask, “What if… what if you didn’t need to meet men?”
“You mean,” he picks up my hand. “What if I already had one?”
“Yes.” I squeeze his hand.
He frowns. “The sun’s not always shining you know, we get heavy rain and gale force winds are common in the winter, not unheard of in the summer either.”
“I know but something about this place feels right to me. It calls to me somehow, like when I first saw the St Andrews.”
He giggles. “You want me to tie you to the landscape?”
“I’m serious. Of course if you don’t want to move in with me then there’s no point discussing it, is there?”
“Hey, I do want to live with you, let’s just give it some time OK? We’ve not long met.”
He’s right of course, it’s ridiculous to be planning a future with a man I've known for less than a fortnight. “Sorry,” I say. “I can't help it though.”
He smiles. “It’s sweet, but let's take it one step at a time. I’m scared enough that it won’t work out as it is.”
I look into his eyes and see that he really is scared. Which means that he wants this to work as much as I do. I grin at him, the confident one for a change. “You're right, two weeks is not enough, I’ll wait until I’ve known you for three.”
He hugs me tight to him and I feel for the outline of the body I’m going to love through his clothing, trying to reassure him it will be OK. And it will be, I know that as I breathe in the scent of his skin mingled with the cool crisp air.
In the afternoon Duncan goes out to the shed to spend some time with his father and I finally get Edith to accept some help in the kitchen, we exchange culinary tips and she lets me know some of Duncan’s favourites. “Our Duncan’s a lot like his pa ye know.”
I nod. “I’m starting to see that now.”
“When his pa’s not being a doaty tube that is.”
“You love him though, don’t you?”
“Aye.” She smiles. “But dinnea tell him that, he gets away with muider as it is.”
We prepare dinner together, breadmaking isn't one of Edith’s things so I bake a neat cottage loaf to go with her version of beef stew, which I have to admit is better than mine, I make a note of her choice of slow cooked brisket.
Duncan and Donald are amused by the addition of the bread to the meal, Donald says to Duncan, “Do ye remember the last time ye mither baked a loaf? Ah had ta get my hacksaw in ta cut it up. It made a fine doorstop for the shed in the end.”
Duncan says, “I remember, you had to get rid of it when a mouse started living inside it.”
Donald nods, “Aye, ah don’t know how the poor wee thing survived.”
Duncan and I laugh and even Edith can't suppress a smile. I look at Donald, he has the straightest face in the world but his eyes are twinkling. I feel like part of a family again, and it's the best feeling in the world.
Chapter Nine
I hold Ash’s hand as he stands naked, staring at the rack. his fingertips are trembling but he’s smiling. I say, “You don't have to do this. If it's just because you want to see me naked then I’ll strip off for you anyway, if that’s still what you want.” Part of me hopes he’ll change his mind on that.
“No I’ll keep my word, just like you do.” He turns to me. “You need to trust me. Just give me a minute.”
I nod, “fair enough, I’m not complaining.” I’ve been thinking about getting his body stretched out over the rack ever since we left Scotland. Part of me recognises that I should be moving slower with him, but I can’t help but crave more and more. I thought that Ash would like Campbelltown and my parents but to my delight he seems to have fallen head over heals in love with both, he hasn’t stop talking about them since. It’s made me feel guilty about not spending more time with them, especially my pa who I know appreciates the company. It was great to spend some shed time with him again, trying to put things we’d taken apart back together, just like we had so much fun doing when I was growing up. Of course, we often failed to actually ‘fix’ anything but that was half the fun.
Ashely places his hand on the metal and shudders. Then he turns around and sits on the highest point of the rack. “I’m ready.”
I help him lower his torso down the slope while his legs dangle off the short end. I gasp at the sight; he really is the very definition of male beauty. But his ribcage is rising and falling rapidly, “Are you OK?”
“Yes, it was cold is all but my body is warming it up.” He blushes sweetly.
I clip the neck bar in, “Let me know if it gets too much for you.”
“I will, but Duncan?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to be able to do anything you want with me. Because I trust you, and I’m yours.”
Oh, those words make precome leak from my cock which has been hard since I brought him in here.
I crouch down under the rack and take both of his hands, tying his wrists together loosely and attaching them to the fastening point on the underside to keep his arms out the way. That just leaves his legs to get rid of. I look up at the ceiling, choosing the hang points carefully, I want to stretch not strain. Decision made and with my heart thumping I reach over and grab a couple of chains from the selection in the corner of the room. I lift his left leg up, it twitches a couple of times, but he’s gone limp by the time I lift his right leg. I force myself to look past his exposed lower half to his chest, his breathing has slowed, as always he’s much calmer once fully bound; he’ll be OK. My eyes spring back like elastic to his lower half, everything's held apart by the leg chains giving an uninterrupted view of his perineum and his neat little hole which puckers delightfully under my scrutiny. I stick my face into the wonderful space I’ve created to kiss it and hear him sigh softly.
I stand up and turn my attention to his torso, displayed to perfection for me, his belly and chest thrust upwards while his neck and head drop away. The rack is all about the sub giving his body to the dom, literally, and I realise that’s why it means so much to me to see Ash on here. He’s given me so much power; despite his nerves he’s a far braver man than I am. And a far better hung one: His large cock is erect and resting proudly on his stomach, his ball sack purple and perfect. I strip off my trousers and underpants then push my nether regions against his while running my fingers up and down the inside of his firm thighs. He’s probably worked out by this point that another reason I like the rack is that he can't see my genitals. I run my hands all over his stomach, chest and nipples while rubbing his perineum with my cock until he’s breathing in little gulps of air and dripping pre-come. I lean forwards to lick it off, brushing his cock with my chin in the process. He gives a tiny jerk against me, bound as he is that’s all he can do. Don’t worry Ash, I’ve got you.
I reach for the lube and squeeze some onto my finger, inserting it into him with careful pressure. Then I wriggle the finger until I hear his happy-but-needy little moans. I kiss the insides of his thighs and withdraw the finger, then smother lube on my cock before pushing into him steadily.
He yelps and I pause, giving him some time. I wait until he wriggles his hips, rattling the leg chains either side of me in a way that’s unbelievably sexy, before I continue.
Before long I’m all the way inside his hot, tight ass. I can feel his muscles contracting around me and it’s nearly enough to make me come on its own. I pause, giving myself this moment, just in case it’s our last ever. Then, because I know he’s desperate, I begin to fuck him. I vary the pace, making it last as long as I can but inevitably I feel his ring of muscles tighten around me. I let go deep inside him, filling him up with my love as come erupts out of him and all over his belly.
I pull out slowly, my eyes still on his stomach where his come is beginning to run in sticky rivulets down his chest to his neck. My poor sub, as helpless as he is gorgeous. I pull my trousers up and grab a cloth, cleaning him up and undoing his neck restraints before kissing him on the forehead.
Then we both hear a drop of come land on the floor from between his legs. “I’m leaking,” he gasps with a grin, his red cheeks glowing brighter.
I walk round to mop him up and take a moment to admire the sight of his used hole seeping fluid. “You’re beautiful,” I breathe onto it and it rewards me by giving a little pulse. I untie his ankles and his wrists then help him to his feet. He struggles to balance for a start, clinging to my shoulders which is perfectly fine by me.
I kiss him and lead my naked, beautiful sub to the bedroom.
He follows me without question and when I lay on the bed he folds himself into my arms. “That was…intense.”
I kiss his hair. “Good intense or bad intense?”
“Good, I feel like you made me yours.” His eyes soften. “But I already was you know, ever since the first time on the cross, or maybe even before that.”
I can’t hear this right now, “Take off my clothes.”
“What?”
“You heard me, if you're mine then I’m yours, so it’s time you saw what you were getting.” If you still want it.
He rubs my shirt. “OK.” With his dreamy post orgasmic smile he carefully undoes all the buttons. Only then does he shyly pull the two halves of the shirt apart. His hands and mouth are less shy, they are straight in there and I get to feel his warm fingers and soft lips exploring my boney chest.
His touch is electric, I lose the power of speech for the first minute but when I regain it I say, “As you can see I don’t have a body like yours.”
“Mhh?” He’s kissing and licking at my nipples.
“I’m just a bag of skin and bone, I tried to put on weight once but it all went to my stomach, it looked even more ridiculous.”
He’s running a hand up and down the side of my ribcage now, he must be able to feel every single rib. His lips are still on my left nipple, I can feel another erection coming on.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
He lifts his head. “For what?”
“For leading you on. For not being honest about my appearance earlier.”
“Duncan, you are beautiful.” He nuzzles the embarrassing patch of fur above my nipples that passes for chest hair. “Beautiful.”
“Have you been drinking? You better not have finished that Campbelltown malt without me.”
“Nope, only drunk on love. For you. I love you Duncan.”
“Ash, you haven’t seen all of me yet.”
“Doesn't matter. I love you.”
“Ashley, don’t... Just don’t OK. Don’t say anything else until you’ve seen me.”
He raises his head with a frown. He opens his mouth then closes it again before placing a finger to his lips. Silently, he undoes my trousers and pulls them all the way off of me, taking my underpants with them. His gaze falls on my erect cock and I can see the shock in his eyes.
“You were expecting it to be bigger, weren't you? Answer me honestly.”
“Well… I… It felt huge so yes, but I’m very glad it isn't. It’s a stretch for me as it is; I’m not big inside so we fit perfectly.” He kisses the head of my cock and smiles up at me. “It’s like we were made for each other.”
“Keep looking.”
He peers around down there and I see his eyebrows shoot up. “Ah.”
I close my eyes, not wanting to look at his face right now.
I feel tender fingers then lips caressing my one, single testical. He strokes my cock at the same time and despite my fear it soothes me. I open my eyes. “Well? Aren’t you going to ask?”
“Ask what?” he murmurs.
“What happened to the other one.”
He lifts his head. “Was it cancer?” his voice is tight.
“No. It just never descended is all. Although it does give me a one in five hundred chance of getting cancer.”
This seems to worry him, he sticks his head back down there, “Then I’d better keep a close eye on it.” He holds it gently in his mouth.
I have to suppress a giggle at the sensation. “It’s always looked so wrong and awkward to me, doesn't it bother you to only see one?”
He pulls his lips off it, “Why should it? I only have one mouth.” He suckles on it gently, tugging on it and sending pulses of pleasure through me. After a couple of minutes he crawls up my body to kiss me on the lips. “I love you Duncan. All of you.”
Amazed and delighted I press his naked body to mine. “I love you too, Ashley. And…if you want to move up to Scotland then that’s what we’ll do.”
Surprise, then joy, lights his eyes. “Good.” He grins. “And not just because I want it, but because I think you want it too.”
Deep down I know that he’s right, the Campbelltown lad’s going home.
Chapter Ten
A month later…
I’ve been researching furiously for the past couple of weeks, and I show Duncan what I’ve discovered: A bakery for sale in Campbelltown for much less that what my house will make. “It will be hard work I know but I’ll never have to write another poxy report in my life.”
He smiles, “I’m more than happy for you there, but what’s your business plan?”
“I want to sell good everyday bread and cakes to the locals, and fancy artisan stuff aimed more at tourists.”
He raises an eyebrow in the way that only Duncan can. “You do know that’s probably what the last owner thought, but supermarkets sell bread for about 20p a loaf and that shop’s not even in a high foot fall part of town, hence the low price.”
“I know, but I have an idea.”
He smiles, “Go on.”
