Bound Between You, page 7
part #4 of Tender Control Series
“I’m glad you’re trying to behave.” As his hands shifted, I realized that he’d dug my dragon dildo out of the bag again.
Watching his fingers stroke the thick toy had my cock getting even harder. The low sound Niall made as he watched me said he hadn’t missed how turned on I was or the precum that was making the front of the almost sheer briefs damp.
“I want to be a good boy for you.” And I wanted to show him that we were worth fighting for. I wasn’t sure what had really gone so wrong between them, but I knew from the first moment I’d met them both that we were supposed to be together.
Knowing they’d been together in the past just made me more confident that I’d been right.
They’d just needed me to make it work.
Slowly walking toward the bed, I turned and showed off the back of the sexy briefs. “Do you like them?”
Niall groaned and as I turned back around to face him, I could see the tension in him from the tight grip he had on my toy. “Yes, I do. Do you enjoy sexy things like that?”
Nodding, I moved closer, swaying my hips just enough to keep drawing attention to my erection. “I like sexy things. Clothes are fun; they can make you feel so many different ways.”
But we could take my closet one step at a time. If dragon dildos made him a bit nervous, I wasn’t sure what he’d think about my panties. The way he kept eyeing the thin, technically male underwear said I didn’t need to worry too much, though.
He just needed a push in a naughtier direction.
Niall might have been a straitlaced Dom, but everything he’d said and done gave me the impression that he was open to whatever made me happy…well, almost. But since I was perfectly happy being the main bottom in our relationship, I wasn’t going to complain about that.
More sexy fun for me.
“I bet you have lots of interesting things to show me.” He smirked as he gestured with the dildo. “But I think it’s time that I check those out first.”
Yes, now we were getting to the good stuff.
Obeying the gesture to come closer, I closed the distance between us. When I was standing by the bed, he reached out and ran one finger down my side and over my hip, barely caressing the fabric. “They’re very soft.”
Just that faint touch was enough to make me moan and I could feel my nipples tightening. Trying to speak, I nodded and worked at making sure I could get a response out. “They’re soft everywhere.”
Niall took the vague words as permission to keep going and his fingers trailed around the waistband and just over my erection as it strained against the fabric. “They are.”
When his hand finally stroked across the front, caressing over my dick, I whimpered and had to fight to stay still. “And they seem to be well-made, too.”
He was going to make me come just by talking about my underwear.
Nodding, I sucked in a breath and kept my body still even though all I wanted was to thrust into his hand and come. It’d been twenty-four hours since I’d come and that felt like a lifetime ago. When I finally whimpered and shivered again as he pretended to admire the fabric, he gave a wicked, dark chuckle that sent waves of pleasure through me.
“If you come before you have permission, boy, not even Master Julian will let you come for at least a week.” The casual way he brought up Julian gave me hope that they’d be able to actually talk and not just keep making vague comments at each other like they seemed to want to do.
“I’ll be good, Sir.” Tensing my muscles, I tried to distract myself, but between his touch and the way he was petting the dildo, everything that came to mind was more erotic than the last.
Niall didn’t miss how he was affecting me, but when he pulled his hand away, I whimpered again, desperate for more. His smile grew wicked and a thrill seemed to go through him as he heard how desperate I was.
Niall, the man I was getting to know, might be sweet and indulgent, but Master Niall was going to like edging me.
When he laid down the toy and rose from the bed, stroking his hand around me as he moved, I wasn’t sure what to expect…and with my imagination, the unknown was just as erotic. “You aren’t going to need these. Even though they are very sexy.”
It took my brain a second to catch up, and before I even realized what he meant, his fingers were slowly peeling off the briefs. I knew he was probably just giving me time to use my safeword or ask a question, but the wait was excruciating.
“Green, Master Niall. Very green. Maybe a lime color or oh, pistachio, yes. Very pistachio.”
I thought I was being helpful, but he didn’t go any faster.
When he smiled and they finally slipped to the floor, leaving me naked for him, he stepped closer and pressed his chest against my back. “You’re going to show me just how much you enjoy your toys.”
He was going to watch me.
Pressing a kiss against my neck, he chuckled as I shivered. “But you have to wait to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
Nodding was easy but finding the ability to respond with words was almost impossible when he nibbled on my neck and his hands started caressing my chest. “Yes…Yes, I understand, Master Niall.”
He made a sexy approving sound and rewarded me with dual pinches to my nipples. As I gasped, he nibbled on my ear. “You’re going to give me a good show, aren’t you?”
Words were not happening, so I nodded and a whimper escaped as my dick jerked. Master Niall gave another low laugh, sending another shiver through me. “Good boy.”
Being good got me another pinch to my nipples, and he gave them a tug as I moaned. The sensations were incredible and there was none of the awkwardness I’d felt when other Doms and just dates in general had tried to touch me.
When his hands moved away from my chest, I had to work to keep my legs steady. All I wanted to do was to melt against him and feel his fingers plucking at my nipples again, but he gave my ass a pat, expecting me to move. “Lie down on the bed. But remember, this isn’t about you. This is about entertaining your Master.”
I was never going to forget, but the reminder was one of the hottest things anyone had ever said to me.
Sucking in a breath, I did my best to make my brain and body work at the same time. “Yes, Master Niall.”
Ha.
Words.
I was awesome.
And as I lay out on the bed, leaning against the pillows, I told myself how coordinated I was as well. I was amazing.
Keeping my mind on what I was doing was harder than he probably understood, but I stayed focused on Master as I spread my legs and pulled my feet toward my ass so I was displayed for him. “Like this, Master?”
Stroking my hands over my thighs, I watched as Master walked around the end of the bed, his eyes never moving from my body. “Yes, that’s very good, boy.”
As he leaned against the mattress, taking every inch of me in, he studied me and gestured back and forth with one hand. “Wider legs. I want to see every inch of my boy.”
I was his boy.
He was going to make me come just by telling me things like that.
Obeying, I kept taking air in and out on a steady rhythm so I wouldn’t forget to breathe, and I shifted my hips to tilt my ass up for him to have a better view. I didn’t want anything to stand in the way of doing this again.
And again.
And again.
Being watched was almost as good as watching and he hadn’t even done anything distracting like asking me to video myself.
How I was supposed to use some kind of selfie stick and jerk off at the same time was ridiculous. Some Doms just didn’t think before they started issuing orders.
When I was positioned exactly as he wanted, he nodded like his sculpture was finally complete and reached into his pocket to pull out a small packet of lube. My hands were shaking in anticipation as he finally walked around the side of the bed and picked up the dragon dildo.
Watching him spreading the lube over my toy had my hole clenching and I could feel how empty I was as he slowly coated the dildo. It seemed like I spent hours waiting for him to decide that it was ready. I could feel myself holding my breath as he finally handed over the toy.
As his fingers pulled away, stroking over mine and sending another shiver through me, he looked pleased with himself. “Do you remember the rules? What are they?”
Words.
I had to find words.
Holding the toy steady took incredible strength for some reason, but the work helped me focus on his words. “Yes, Master Niall. I remember.”
I could get them out.
Then he’d let me come.
Coming.
That was the first thing to tell him.
“I can’t orgasm until you give me permission.” That had him nodding again as his gaze moved over me. Just seeing the way he was watching me made it hard to think, so I closed my eyes. “I have to remember that this is for you and not me. I need to give you a good show.”
If he’d told me anything else I’d lost it completely, but when he made a pleased sound, I opened my eyes to see him smiling wickedly. “Let’s see if you can do a good job and entertain me.”
God, that was sexy.
Nodding, I swallowed and couldn’t seem to find a way to actually use words. Thankfully, that didn’t seem to be required any longer. When he got to the end of the bed and leaned against the mattress, looking relaxed and comfortable, like he was getting ready to watch his favorite program, the questions stopped and he nodded. “Now.”
Thank fuck.
Bringing the toy to my entrance, I let out a deep breath and teased my opening with the head of the toy. Muscle memory was a wonderful thing. Even though every other part of my body was clenched in anticipation and excitement, as the toy brushed against my opening, the tight ring of muscles relaxed, inviting it in.
The movements were so familiar they were automatic as I stretched my hole, fucking myself with just the head until the needy empty feeling pushed at me to feed more into my body. As I balanced right on the edge of teasing and fucking, I looked down the bed to see Niall studying me like I was the most incredible sight he’d ever seen.
Just seeing the possessive pleasure and ownership on his face was enough to have my entire body humming.
But I had to entertain Master Niall.
Feeding more of the toy into me, I gasped as the head of the dragon rolled over my prostate. Desire flashed over Niall’s face so I slowly rocked the toy back and forth over the gland, moaning with every shot of pleasure I was sending through my body.
When it was too much temptation, I started thrusting it deeper into myself, loving the way every detail of the toy felt inside of me. I managed to keep a steady rhythm as Master’s eyes stayed glued to my stretched hole. But when I brought my free hand up to pinch my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, he couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted to see more.
Time lost all meaning as I rocked my hips, fucking myself faster and faster as I tugged on my nipples, sending sparks of fire right to my dick. When the pleasure was overwhelming and my hand was shaking so much I was having a hard time fucking myself, I finally looked up to my Master and whimpered.
That was all he needed to hear.
“That’s my good boy. So fucking perfect.” He reached out and stroked his hand along the inside of my thigh. “Come.”
It was the best command I’d ever been given.
One thrust against my prostate had my orgasm barreling through me. As I cried out, milking every drop of pleasure, his hand kept me grounded in the moment and made it impossible to forget that he was right there with me.
When my chest was covered in cum and I was boneless on the bed, Niall walked around to me and sat down beside me, pulling me into his arms. As I curled into his chest, closing my eyes, he sent another shiver of pleasure through me as he stroked his fingers through the cum and down to the toy that was still filling me.
I moaned as he fucked me gently with the dildo. Niall chuckled but didn’t stop the torturous pleasure. “I think if I kept fucking you with this, I could make you come again.”
I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a reward or a punishment, but I cried out and went boneless as he nudged my prostate with the toy. Master chuckled, clearly loving my response, but he must have decided that I’d had enough because he slowly eased the toy out, leaving me empty.
As I started to imagine how good it would feel to be filled up by Master Niall, he shifted, pulling me back to reality. I murmured, “No. Stay.”
I didn’t have the energy to beg him to stay, but that didn’t matter. He lay down next to me, kissing my head and pulling me against him again. “I’m right here.”
Between his kisses and the heat of his body as he ran his hands over my back and head, I melted into him and let the darkness take me away. As sleep pulled me under, the last thing I remembered was the tender sound in his voice. “That’s my good boy…”
Chapter 8
Julian
This was either going to be the best or the stupidest thing I’d ever done.
I just wasn’t sure which.
And I still wasn’t sure if having the discussion out in public was the best idea either.
“Pancakes?” Niall sat down across from me, giving the waitress a polite smile, but still questioning what we were doing there.
I gave her a happier smile. “Thanks. We’re going to need a few minutes.”
As she left, promising to give us some time before she came back, I shrugged. “Yes. You wanted me to pick, so I did.”
And pancakes always sounded great when my sub side was at the surface. When I was stressed, I ate like a kid. When I was first exploring my submissive side, I thought a lot about the possibility of being a little, but it was really only the food that drew me.
Sadly, wanting pancakes when I was upset was not enough to make me a little.
Niall gave me a look like he was going to word his instructions better next time. I raised one eyebrow and leaned back. “You realize I’m not your sub and you don’t get to give me that look, right?”
He stilled for a moment, probably trying to figure out what he’d done, before nodding. “You’re right. I apologize. Thank you for picking the restaurant, especially one so close to my house; it’s been a long day.”
Because even though he was a Dom, he had no ability to set boundaries at work.
He was one of those Doms who loved giving their subs what they needed, and that spilled over into work. I’d tried pointing that out, but we’d just butted heads over it like we had about everything. “No problem. It sounded like you had a long day.”
But since we were eating before nine, I really couldn’t complain.
However, if we were going to have an actual relationship between the three of us, those two were going to have to start eating meals on a normal schedule.
“Yes, especially since I went in later than I’d expected.” He paused, probably realizing what he’d implied. He took a second to move his silverware around before he continued. “Keegan and I were up late talking and I wanted to make sure he got enough sleep.”
I laughed.
Niall got huffy on me, but I shook my finger at him as I fought to stop grinning. “Oh no, Bad Dragon toys do not count as talking.”
The little old lady behind me started giggling like a teenager who’d just heard a dirty word for the first time, so I knew she wasn’t quite as innocent as she’d looked.
Niall rolled his eyes, not appreciating my comment or our audience. “We talked quite a bit, thank you very much.”
I grinned, refusing to let his uptight outer layer make me react. “I’m sure you did. You like giving orders.”
And the lady behind us started choking on her drink.
We really should’ve had this conversation somewhere more private.
But damn it, I wanted pancakes.
He huffed but really couldn’t argue with that, so he changed the subject somewhat. “I assume that you spoke with Keegan today?”
That made me laugh again. “I talk with him anytime he takes a break or switches gears. He calls or texts and then just disappears when he gets a random idea. It’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He’d wandered away from the phone several times while I was still on it.
He’d ask me to hold on for just a moment, and then bam, squirrel brain would hit and he’d be off working on a project. It was too cute to get offended by, especially since it was usually me or Niall he was using as his muse for the piece.
Niall shook his head. “At least it’s not just me he does that to.”
He might’ve been complaining, but the look in his eyes said he was just as enamored of the scamp as I was.
“No, we’re both good at bringing out his creative side.” My answer had Niall staring at me oddly.
“So he’s really some kind of artist and makes a living at it?” Niall’s confused expression said he couldn’t seem to grasp that. “I mean, he talks about his mother, but all he does is art. I didn’t want to seem rude or like the butt of some kind of stupid boomer joke. I’m not that old. It just seems…”
God, he was so funny and such a fuddy-duddy.
“Niall. He’s Keegan Banner.” Nothing. He just blinked at me. “He’s one of the best young artists in the entire country. He’d be an artist whether he was able to live on his sales or not, but he’s that good.”
Niall had shifted to awed surprise, making me shake my head. “And yes, he still lives at home, but that’s because she built a studio for him in their backyard when he was younger. There’s been all kinds of articles about it. He left regular schooling by the start of high school because of his career. He finished it up online while he worked and traveled.”
Shit. How did no one know who he was?
He was fucking incredible.
“So I don’t blame him for living at home. Especially since he’s so easily distracted by work that I’m not sure he’d be able to pay bills and that kind of stuff on time.” Alexandra was too good a Dom and a mother to let him just wander off in life alone. “I’m pretty sure he hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday when you invited him over for dinner.”
