Needing Harte (1-800-DOM-Help) (10 page)
Ramey’s entire body pulsed with desire and excitement and no small amount of fear when he saw the two men stalking toward him.
“This is it, Leo,” he whispered as his companion squeezed his hand.
“Ramey. Leo. Follow us. Don’t forget the toy bag, Leo.” Master Jason didn’t stop. Leo and Ramey scrambled to gather the bag and hurried to catch up. When they fell into place just behind their respective Doms, they exchanged another hand squeeze, then focused on the shoulders in front of them.
St. Andrew’s cross. Oh please, let it be the cross. Ramey begged in his mind but he wasn’t disappointed when they stopped in front of the stocks and the bench. He knew Leo enjoyed the stocks, but they both waited to see where they would be secured.
His Master conferred with Leo’s. Ramey let the warm thrill of that thought course through him. His Master. Finally the right one had come along.
“Sub.”
Ramey jumped. He’d been so lost in his own happiness. “Yes, Master?”
“I want to see you face down on that bench now. Move it.” The command snapped out like the lick of a whip—just enough heat to sting with the promise of more. Ramey nearly saluted but refrained. He’d have to find out how his new Master felt about military play later.
He rubbed his cheek against the soft fake leather as Harte secured his hands and ankles into place. He loved being stretched like this. His arms reached forward for the front supports while his cock nudged the top of the bench. His legs were spread apart on the two padded kneeling platforms. When Harte stood between the platforms, Ramey felt his own cock grow hard. It was the perfect height for a good, hard fucking if Harte chose to take him in public.
The soft sound of voices had him turning his head. He saw Leo smiling at him from the stocks. His smile reflected Ramey’s joy back at him. Then the air changed as Harte stepped away from him.
“Master Jason is going to demonstrate strokes on Leo. I will be using you to show what I’ve learned. Sub, you are not to speak during this unless it is your safe word. Nod your head if you understand.”
Ramey nodded. Then his world went dark as his master deftly blindfolded him. His heart pounded then he heard the first sharp smack followed by Leo’s gasp.
Master Jason gave a dry commentary as he showed Harte various implements. Ramey tried to keep up with which ones were used on Leo but lost track when he heard the familiar sound of a cane striking flesh. Then he felt the air whisper against his bare flesh.
“I’m here, sub. I’m going to use my hand first. I want you to count for me. I’ll give you six strokes with each toy.”
Ramey jumped and shouted, “One, Sir!” as the first blow fell. He got to four before feeling his Master’s hand soothing the skin that was just beginning to warm. At six, the intensity changed. Ramey felt the swat of the very familiar hairbrush.
His ass stung as the next implement brushed against it. His master carefully flogged him six times without wrapping once. Then came the slapper with its distinctive sound six times, three on each cheek. Ramey began to float as he let the pain carry him up into that high he loved so much.
He struggled to remember to count when the paddle came then wept with joy when Harte switched back to his hand. The hot, heavy swat of flesh on flesh brought pain and pleasure.
His cock swung against the table’s edge, driving him further up and out.
When the strokes ended, Ramey wanted to weep again. At this point he was never sure if it was because it was over or because it had finally stopped. He felt Harte press against his ass. The rough zipper sent screaming ecstasy from his ass to his mouth where it erupted in a shout of delight.
“Okay, my pet. I need your ass in a different way now, but I don’t want to share that with everyone.” With that, Ramey felt his bonds being released. He didn’t say anything. He just continued to float as Harte lifted him into his arms. He felt safe and loved. He trusted this man with all that he was.
The feel of Ramey, warm and compliant in his arms, trusting him to take care of him, made him feel ten feet tall. Harte secured another private room from Tasha, giving her a wink as he set his sub on his feet and led Ramey away from the noise and the crowd. He might have preferred to carry him into the room, but with Ramey being just an inch or so shorter than he was, it was a bit awkward. He might have been able to carry him over one shoulder, and they might get to that eventually.
After locking the door behind them, Harte unsnapped the thong Ramey wore and ran his hands over the still glowing globes of Ramey’s ass. The soft moan that sounded through the room went straight to his cock, hardening it even further. He just hoped he wouldn’t come as soon as he entered his sub.
Bringing Ramey to the bed, he had him lie down on his back. The hiss Ramey let out further inflamed him. Rummaging around in the cabinet in the room, he found just what he was looking for. He knew just how to put these to use after his research on the internet.
“Sub, I’m trusting you to tell me if these restraints are too tight, clear? I want you immobile, not in pain.”
“Yes, Master.”
Harte grinned again as he secured Ramey’s thighs in the spreader bar then hooked fleece-lined cuffs around his ankles and clipped them to the bar, opening his lover for his per-usal and use. It had the added benefit of letting him see that amazing ass again. Leaning down, he sucked the head of Ramey’s throbbing cock into his mouth, loving the sound torn from Ramey’s throat. Feeling Ramey’s hands in his hair brought his head up.
“No, that won’t do. Hands up.” With Ramey’s immediate compliance, Harte secured his hands in another pair of the fleece-lined cuffs and then secured those to a convenient hook in the wall at the head of the bed. “Comfortable?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.” Ramey gifted him with a smile that lit the room and Harte returned it.
“No, thank you, sub. Ramey, I will treasure you, this, always.” He leaned down and kissed his sub then got off the bed briefly to study the picture before him. He’d never seen anything sexier. Ramey’s body spread and stretched for his use, the look on Ramey’s face, his shining eyes and the smile still playing over his face.
Harte approached the bed again, this time veering toward the conspicuous basket on the bedside table. Taking out a bottle of lube and a condom, he leaned over his sub. Dropping the lube on the bed, he covered his cock, watching Ramey’s eyes flash and seeing him lick his lips. He wanted that mouth on his cock, but there was plenty of time for that. Right now, he wanted that ass.
Flipping the top off the bottle, he trailed a thin line from the head of Ramey’s cock to his ass. He spread the lube, hearing a strangled moan come from his lover, and grinned. “You have permission to speak, to scream, whatever you feel like, baby, but you don’t have permission to come, clear?”
“Yes, my Master.”
Slowly sliding a finger into Ramey’s ass, Harte wrapped his other hand around Ramey’s cock and gave him a slow squeeze from base to the red weeping head. Setting up a slow rhythm, he fucked Ramey first with one finger, then two, even as he kept stroking his cock.
Ramey made incoherent sounds, turning his head from side to side as Harte kept stroking. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer.
Pushing Ramey’s legs up even higher, Harte eased his cock into his lover. Ramey shouted at the invasion, then met Harte’s eyes, pleading with them even as his whispered
“please” reached Harte.
“Not yet, baby. Hold on.” Seating his own throbbing cock in his sub, Harte withdrew almost all the way out then pushed back in. Setting up a hard, fast motion, he reached down to stroke Ramey again. He saw his sub pulling against the bindings on his wrists and knew the other man wasn’t going to last much longer. With a grin, he moved deeper, hitting Ramey’s sweet spot. Ramey screamed and Harte joined him, roaring, “Come now!”
Ramey’s cum shot out of his cock, spurting up almost to his chin, and Harte felt his own cock explode inside the condom. Ignoring his own weak limbs, Harte pulled out and dealt with the condom. Then he quickly released Ramey from his bonds and wiped a warm wet cloth over his lover, cleaning him and calming him at the same time. Wrapping Ramey in his arms, Harte felt more at ease than he’d felt in a long time. As soon as Ramey’s breathing returned to normal, Harte rolled him to his back so he could see Ramey’s face.
“Ramey? You okay?”
“Yes, my Master. Thank you.” As Ramey gifted him with the sweetest possible kiss, Harte smiled against his mouth.
“I love you, Ramey.”
“What?” The shock on his face for the second time that night made Harte laugh.
“Did you honestly think I was going to let you leave here tonight without knowing that? I love you. I know it’s sudden, and if you need more time…”
“Oh hell no! I love you too!”
Suddenly finding himself flat on his back with a very enthusiastic sub kissing him senseless, Harte knew he’d found everything he’d ever needed in one sexy package.
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