Bossy Bottom, page 22
part #1 of Kinky Bottom Series
“Mmm,” Luke moaned. He was loving this.
Once I’d inserted one finger, then two, then up to three, he was finally relaxed enough to try the butt plug.
I picked it up from the bed, put some more lube on it for good measure, then pressed it into him.
“Ooh…” he moaned, his asshole clamping down on it.
I bit my lip watching how his body shuddered as he felt the insertion.
Here was the most perfect man in the world underneath me, completely under my control. His hands were bound behind his back, a cock ring was squeezing his dick and balls, and a butt plug was wedged in his asshole. I could only imagine the pleasure he must have been feeling at that moment, and I wondered if it held a candle to my own.
Seeing him bound up like that, knowing that he was enjoying being restrained like this, appeased some deep, primal urge within me.
He moaned on the bed, and I knew that all of the extra stimulation was bringing him close to the edge.
“You want to come, boy?” I asked, giving his pristine ass a harsh smack.
“Yes, sir…” he said, letting little mewling noises escape as he readjusted his knees.
I knew with absolute certainty that every time he moved, he was feeling a different sensation from the butt plug and the cock ring.
He was ready.
I leaned down on top of his sweaty back then reached underneath him. His cock was tight, taught, and ready to explode.
With my lube-coated hand, I slid down his shaft and then found his tight balls, pushed up against his dick from the cock ring. Running my fingers gently over them, I could feel his body underneath me twitch and shudder.
“Oh… oh daddy…” he moaned, his voice muffled from the pillow.
I looked up and could see that he was biting it.
That got me even harder.
Pressing my cock up against his ass cheek, I realized I might just come from the pressure of that. It was all so much — Luke underneath me like this all bound up, me having complete control over him, and him enjoying it so much…
All it would take would be a few more strokes and I’d be done for.
But I had to make Luke come first.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved my fingers up his shaft then wrapped my hand around it towards the tip. Then I slowly began fisting his cock.
“Oh… oh God…” Luke moaned as he began to thrust.
I knew he couldn’t help hit; his body was going mad with pleasure.
My own body was on the brink of nirvana feeling him move like this.
Moving my hand up and down his shaft slowly at first, I picked up the pace. And while I was doing that, I couldn’t stop my own body from thrusting.
We were moving together like we were fucking, and a surreal sensation came over me. This intimacy, this control that we played with bound us together in a way I could only describe as spiritual. Even though our bodies weren’t connected, we were sharing this closeness that felt surreal.
I pumped him faster and faster as I felt my body tense up with desire. I was on the brink.
Then Luke buckled.
“Oh! Oh God, I’m coming Adam!” And I felt a great release in his lithe body as he poured his come out beneath him.
I released at the same time, feeling the pressure in my body empty itself all over the bed, getting some on Luke’s ass cheek.
Letting out a primal moan, I collapsed on Luke and he planted himself face-down into the bed.
* * *
I woke up sometime later, unsure of how much time had passed. But a quick look out the window told me that it was still night time.
Luke stirred underneath me.
“Hey…” he said, his blue eye-opening sleepily.
“Hey babe,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.
“That was… that was the best… the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” he said. “It… it knocked me out.”
I chuckled, sweeping my hand gently over his beautiful back. I could feel his arms still bound beneath me.
“These must be uncomfortable for you now, let me take them off,” I said, rummaging around in my duffel bag for the key.
“It’s fine…” he said dreamily, obviously still in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.
Pinching the key, I unlocked the handcuffs and freed his wrists. He moved his hands to his chest, and then I cuddled him.
“Wait… wasn’t there a butt plug?” he asked sleepily.
I felt his ass and didn’t find it.
“You pushed it out,” I said simply as my hands closed on the metal toy on the bed.
“Haha…” he said sleepily.
I pushed the butt plug, the riding crop, the bottle of lube, and the handcuffs to the floor. I’d take care of them later.
Wrapping my arms around Luke, I pulled him in close to cuddle. He pulled the cozy duvet over us, and I felt like I would simply cease to exist because I was so happy.
My everything was here in my arms, and I’d managed to please him. We were both so satisfied, and everything was right in the world.
“I love you, Adam,” he whispered sleepily.
“I love you too, Luke. So much…” I said, pulling him in tighter.
* * *
The next morning, I woke up and Luke was gone.
For a moment, I panicked. Did he leave me? Was the play we did the night before too much for him? I didn’t think it was too hard…
Then I blinked sleepily trying to remember. Did he say yellow or red and I just didn’t hear him?
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The sun was just coming up; no one else in my family would be awake yet.
There was a noise from outside the bedroom door. My eyes snapped to it, wondering if one of my cousins was poking around the house.
But everything in me relaxed as I saw it was Luke.
“Hey boo,” he said, stepping into the room. “I hope you don’t mind — I made you breakfast!”
My eyes fell to his hands, which were filled with a tray.
And just like that, I felt my heart melt again. “Oh babe, you didn’t have to do that!”
No one had ever brought me breakfast in bed before.
“I wanted to,” Luke said, his blue eyes brimming with happiness. “I want you to feel how much I appreciate you.”
He set the tray down on the bed and I saw what was on there: A bowl of steaming oatmeal, a cup of black coffee, a little bowl of fruit and berries, and a side of brown sugar. A silver spoon gleamed on the napkin to the side.
“Wow, this is… this is amazing, Luke!” I exclaimed, happiness filling my heart.
“I’m glad you like it!” he said with a smile.
Then I paused, stricken by a thought. “But where’s yours?”
“Oh I don’t eat breakfast normally,” he said.
I thought back to the time we had french toast in the kitchen.
He was watching my face carefully. “Unless it’s a special occasion. You know, for someone special.”
I smirked as I popped a spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth. After I swallowed it, I started humming Call Out My Name.
“Oh stop it!” Luke said, blushing and hitting me gently with a pillow.
I chuckled and took another bite of my oatmeal.
“There’s… something I wanted to ask you,” Luke said, his expression turning serious.
“What is it? Anything for you, Luke,” I said, touching his hand.
He looked down sadly. Then his eyes were cleared from the thought that had been crawling around behind his vision. “My mom… she gets out of the hospital today.”
His hand was grabbing the duvet underneath him and twisting it tightly.
“I was wondering if—”
“—if she can come to the cookout?” I asked.
Luke nodded, his eyes wide and pleading.
“Of course she can come!” I said, my heart rate settling. “I’d be happy to have her here. Is she okay?”
Luke’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Yeah, she sounded normal on the phone. I just want to keep an eye on her, you know? And I was wondering if she was surrounded by… by a bunch of people that are filled with so much love for each other, then it’ll help her forget about the divorce.”
I nodded. “That’s a good idea. Yes, yes she’s welcome here. Let her know that.”
Luke brightened, but then his features became strained with worry.
I set the breakfast tray aside and took both of his hands. “Luke, everything will be okay. Don’t worry… I’ll be here for you the whole time.”
He blinked tears out of his eyes.
My heart rate was starting to pick up. It was impossible to tell what was bothering him — was it something I’d said? Did I trigger him again?
Finally, he blinked the tears away and said, “It’s… I have to tell you something else, too.”
I was sitting up straight, ready to quash any fear or doubt that was on his mind. “What is it?”
“I… I got a text this morning. A text from him. My ex.”
“What did it say?” I said, making a conscious effort to loosen my tightening grip on Luke’s hands.
“It said, ‘Can’t wait to see you on Wednesday. We should talk.’”
23
Luke
As the day went on, more and more of Adam’s relatives arrived. I got to meet his mother, who had the same green eyes as him, and his father, who looked like the spitting image of Adam but aged thirty years into the future. Gray hair swirled at his temples and the stern on his face seemed to have become permeant over the years.
Adam introduced me to them both as his boyfriend, which made the butterflies in my gut flutter around like confetti.
I was keeping an eye on my mother too — Adam let me drive his truck to the hospital to pick her up because he was busy hosting his family at the farmhouse. When she got into the truck, she seemed eerily normal. In fact, she seemed downright chipper.
It was like she was trying to convince the world — and herself — that she was fine.
I made a mental note to keep an extra close eye on her.
We chatted in the truck as I drove back to our house so she could shower and change clothes.
“I’m excited to meet Officer Bra— I mean, Adam’s family,” she said stiffly.
“They’re all really nice,” I said gently.
“I’m sure they are,” she said, looking out the window.
A long silence stretched out between us.
I didn’t want to talk about the elephant in the room considering she’d just gotten out of the hospital, but I couldn’t resist.
“Mom, what’s the matter?” I said, watching the road.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said in that mom-way. The way that means it’s absolutely not nothing and needed to be discussed immediately.
“You don’t like Adam,” I guessed.
She turned to me with her steely eyes and said with a sigh, “No, I like Adam just fine. What I don’t like is you dating him.”
“Why not? Mom, I’m a twenty-year-old man. I can date whoever I want!” I said with a newfound confidence. Standing up to her was still terrifying, even though I was a fully grown man.
She pursed her lips and said, “He just seems a little old for you, that’s all. I wish you dated someone closer to your own age.”
I blinked and the image of my ex washed across my vision briefly.
He wanted to meet on Wednesday to discuss things. Whatever that meant.
“I don’t care about age so much. Adam is perfect. You met him,” I offered.
“I don’t care how perfect he is,” she said. “He’s too old for you.”
I stopped the truck on the side of the deserted two-lane road. She looked surprised. “What are you doing, Luke?”
“Mom,” I said, confidence swirling in my gut. “I’ve never been sure about anything in my life. You’ve been pushing me, making all of my decisions for me, for the majority of my adulthood. I need you to back off on this one.”
She held my gaze as if she couldn’t believe my insubordination.
Normally, she would have come back at me with a comment that would crack like a whip and get me back in line; make me obedient to her again.
But she’d learned a few things about control. And I’d learned a few things about power.
She looked away from me, and muttered something about knowing what’s best for me.
“No mom, I need you to trust me on this one,” I urged, the confidence not leaving my voice. “I’m sure about being with Adam. His age doesn’t matter to me.”
When she turned back to me, her eyes were silvery and brimming with tears.
I bit my lip, stricken by this vulnerability.
And in that moment I understood: She didn’t care about Adam’s age or how perfect he was. She was just afraid of losing me.
“Mom…” I said, leaning over to hug her.
I pulled her into an embrace and she wept silently. The moment was quiet, precious, and seemed to last for an eternity. The unspoken truth in that moment was that she relented. She’d let me win.
And just like that, the power between us shifted. We were more like equals now; two adults that were just helping each other through life.
Then she whispered in my ear, “They told me I’m bipolar,”
I pulled away and looked into her eyes with disbelief. Then I connected the memories of her turning into Scary Mom together like a constellation. Suddenly, it all made sense.
“They gave me… some medication for it.” She said.
I knew that had to be hard for her to admit; she was proud.
“It makes me wonder… it makes me wonder if I drove your father away… it’s making me wonder… if it’s just been my mind that’s been broken this whole time. If I drove you away, too.”
“No mom, that’s ridiculous!” I said, pulling her into another tight hug.
Despite everything that was happening between us and our up and down relationship, she still smelled like my mom. She still had that same comforting, faint scent of flowers. A smell I associated with nurturing and care, trust and love.
When I pulled away, I looked her in the eye and told her, “Dad was a piece of trash. He cheated on you, and that’s never okay! You didn’t do anything to ‘cause’ him to do that; you don’t have control over that.” I clasped her hand in mine. “But what you do have control over is how you react to this. And now that you have people that truly love and care about you, you can move forward.”
She was looking at me like she was seeing me for the first time. Then she said, “No more having to worry about him and his schedule,” she whispered.
“Nope, no more of that,” I said, smiling a little.
“No more worrying about where he was going late at night,” she said, the realization washing over her.
“Nope, you don’t have to care,” I said.
“Right, I don’t have to,” she said. “And no more having to bend over backward trying to make him happy.”
I smiled. “You only need to make yourself happy, mom,” I said. “I want you to be happy.”
She looked off into the distance as if she’d just put together a puzzle that she’d been working on for a long time. Then finally, she looked at me and said, “Thank you, Luke.”
And those simple words said so much: That she finally respected me as an adult with my own choices, that she was going to lay off of trying to control my life at least a little bit, and that she was finally letting me help her.”
“You’re welcome, mom. I love you.” I said.
She smiled, then said, “I love you too. But make sure you call me every Sunday when you go back to school!” Her silver eyes cut at me like razor blades.
“…okay,” I said, cowing down a little. Some things would never change.
But as I put the truck into drive and continued down the deserted road toward the morning sun, I knew that our relationship had evolved in some way; a healthy way.
By standing up to her, I was afraid that I’d drive her away. Instead, it brought us closer together than ever before.
* * *
We stopped by the house so she could change her clothes and take a shower. I used the time to give one last walk-through around my room to check and see if I forgot anything.
I had all of my stuff over at Adam’s house in my suitcase, waiting to take it back with me to the university. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was forgetting something here; something important.
Rummaging around, I looked in all my dresser drawers, my closet, and under my bed. Then, I saw something glinting at me between the bed and the nightstand.
It was Adam’s business card, shining in the light.
I picked it up and dusted it off, smiling a little to myself. I remembered when he gave it to me, and the difference between how I felt about him then and how I felt about him now. It was like back then, there was a spark of something, and I was interested. But now that spark had followed a steady crescendo into an explosive connection.
For a moment I entertained the thought of what might have happened if I never texted him that day. If we’d never gotten the chance to bond.
I shuddered at the thought and shuffled it away into my memory.
With reverence, I tucked the business card into my pocket. I knew that I’d treasure it forever.
Once I’d done another walk-through of my room, I went down to the kitchen. A few minutes later, my mother re-emerged from her bedroom.
She looked like she’d been reborn, and was as beautiful as ever. Though, she was wearing a simple sundress that I’d never seen on her before. It made her look delicate and feminine, which was a stark contrast to the power suits she usually wore.
It was clear that something had changed her; it made her stronger and more carefree.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“Beautiful,” I said, pulling her into a tight hug. “Now, let’s go introduce you to Adam’s family.”
* * *
When we got back to the farmhouse, I introduced my mom to Adam’s family. It was fun to see them all flock to her, pulled in by the magnetic orbit of her smile.
