Tarot's Touch (11 page)

“Please, Sir. I have to come!”

“No.” Alex continued to stroke himself, holding Conor’s rapt attention. He was soon fully erect again, cock jutting proudly forward. He adjusted his leathers, giving silent thanks for the button fly that allowed him to stay exposed without risk of a zip attack on his most delicate parts.

“Strip.”

As Conor was only wearing trousers, following Alex’s order didn’t take him long. He wriggled out of the skin-tight PVC and stood steady, clad only in a black, leather collar and cuffs. His cheeks were flushed with what Alex hoped was excitement rather than embarrassment. Alex was still dressed, even if he did present something of a lewd picture with his cock sticking out of his leathers. He loved the feeling of power that Conor’s vulnerability gave him.

“You look good in leather, Sir. You should wear it more often.” Conor’s voice was soft and a little hesitant, as if he were uncertain as to whether speaking uninvited was permitted.

“Thank you, love. You look better. If I had my way, I’d keep you clamped and collared all the time. Clothes are overrated.” Alex admired the lean lines of Conor’s body and wondered how he managed to look so graceful, even when he was standing still. He pulled a leather cock ring from his pocket and fingered it, letting Conor see it, then he took a step forward, lifted Conor’s dick and fastened the ring tightly around its base. It was tempting to keep his hands wrapped around the heat of Conor’s erection but he had other plans.

“Lie down on the bed, on your back. Spread yourself for me.”

Conor crawled onto the bed, giving Alex a perfect—if momentary—view of his arse. He flipped over and positioned himself, reaching for the corner posts with his arms and widening his legs slowly.

“Wider.”

Conor’s legs inched farther apart.

“You find it hard to display yourself for me, don’t you? You’re blushing beautifully.” Alex didn’t expect an answer and he didn’t get one.

“How does it feel to have leather gripping your neck? Are your nipples throbbing under the pressure of those clamps?” Alex tweaked the chain that linked Conor’s swollen buds and was rewarded with a gasp. He trailed his fingers the length of Conor’s body, avoiding his iron cock, even though Conor jerked his hips hopefully.

Alex fetched four short lengths of rope. He threaded each piece through the metal rings on Conor’s cuffs and secured his wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

“Alex, please…” Conor squirmed and tugged on his bonds.

“Hush, my love. Trust me. You have a safe word and there’s no shame in using it.”

Conor relaxed in his bonds, becoming still and calm.

“You know I would never hurt you.” Alex tested the ties and ran his finger beneath each cuff, checking that they weren’t too tight. When he was satisfied that the bondage would have no detrimental effect on Conor’s circulation, he took a step back, looked at the picture he had created and sighed.

Conor—naked and beautiful—was spread for Alex’s pleasure. His eyes were wide open, inviting, even as his body trembled. Alex reached out and slid a hand around one bound ankle, and that slight touch was enough to elicit a whimper.

“You are stunning. The things I want to do to you…”

“Please stop talking and start doing, Sir.”

“Bossy brat. Haven’t you heard that patience is a virtue?”

Alex climbed onto the bed and knelt between Conor’s legs. He leaned forward to cup Conor’s balls and massaged their weight.

“Sir! Please… I need… I have to… I can’t…”

“You’re not making a lot of sense, sweetheart.”

Alex grinned then ducked his head and took Conor’s cock into his mouth. He sucked and teased at the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue, all the while maintaining eye contact. Conor pulled hard at his restraints and bucked his hips toward Alex’s mouth.

Alex sat back and smiled down at his victim. “You’re desperate to be taken, aren’t you, love? All in good time.”

Conor’s whimpers of distress got louder as Alex abandoned his cock and bit at the insides of his thighs. Every muscle tightened as Alex trailed his tongue across Conor’s flat belly, then across his abs and around the wicked clamps compressing dark nipples. Alex blew a stream of warm air from one nipple to the other. To his satisfaction, Conor cried out. His lover’s hips rose and his back arched as he urgently sought more contact.

“Don’t you dare come, Conor,” Alex whispered. “Not until I tell you.” He shuffled forward on his knees until he straddled Conor’s head, brushing Conor’s parted lips with his cock but not allowing him any more than a taste.

Conor reached for him with a questing tongue, but Alex denied him, teasing him with brief touches, nothing more.

“Hmm, think I’d rather have another taste of you.” He retreated back down Conor’s body and licked along the length of his cock then the base of his balls, pushing against the leather cock ring with his tongue.

“Fuck! Stop teasing!” Conor bucked against his restraints. “Please! I need you, Sir!”

“Need me for what?” Alex knelt up and looked contemplatively at his victim.

“Need you in me. Please!”

“I love it when you beg.” Alex clambered from the bed and stripped off his clothes. He took his time releasing Conor’s ankles.

“Bend your legs.” He tapped a knee, and Conor obeyed. Alex planted a teasing kiss on the end of Conor’s cock. “That’s good, but you still don’t get to come. Not yet.”

Conor huffed in frustration. “When then? I’m dying here.”

Alex grabbed the lube from the top of the dresser and rolled the bottle between his hands, warming it a little.

“Stop playing with that and do something useful with it!”

“I think my baby’s getting a little antsy.” Alex smiled and unscrewed the bottle cap slowly.

“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t get on with it!” Conor snapped. “That fucking bottle’s getting screwed more than me.”

“Oh my, you really do need to learn some manners, don’t you?”

Alex coated two fingers in the slick substance and knelt once again between Conor’s spread legs. Without hesitation, he pushed both fingers deep inside Conor’s body and scissored them.

“Mmm,” Alex hummed. “Nice and tight.”

Conor’s response was incoherent. With more care, Alex added a third finger, then fucked Conor’s channel ruthlessly. Conor’s moans deepened when Alex curled his fingers up and stroked his prostate, hitting the center of his pleasure time and time again. With his free hand, Alex squeezed the cock ring, denying Conor any chance of coming. His lover’s entire body trembled as Alex kept him hovering on the edge of release.

Judging that Conor was stretched and ready, Alex withdrew his fingers and edged farther forward. He got himself ready, holding himself in check with some difficulty as he coated his iron dick with lube.

“How do you want me, beautiful?” He positioned himself and paused. Conor’s body was tense with need and anticipation.

“Hard!”

Alex thrust forward into tight heat, his movement punishingly fierce. He knew he wasn’t going to last, not when claiming his lover was this good, this intense.

“So tight, love. So hot.” The squeeze of Conor’s inner muscles drew him in deeper. “Can’t hold back,” he gasped, his body going taut as his orgasm hit in a wave.

Somehow, Alex found the presence of mind to unsnap the cock ring and grip Conor’s hot shaft.

“Come, love!”

It amazed him that Conor had managed to wait for permission. As Conor came, his inner muscles squeezed the last few drops of cum from Alex while he rode the wave of pleasure.

Alex collapsed onto Conor, utterly spent, smearing warm seed across Conor’s belly and chest.

“Conor? You okay?”

Conor laughed breathlessly. “I think I died and went to heaven.”

Alex smirked and idly stroked Conor’s chest, running his fingers through flecks of cream. His finger scraped the nipple chain, and Conor hissed. Alex didn’t apologize. The touch had been anything but accidental. With a wicked grin, he released one clamp, and, as Conor gasped and squirmed, Alex replaced cruel metal with a soothing suck. The other clamp followed and he enjoyed the salty tang on his tongue as Conor bucked beneath him.

“Fuck that hurts!”

“In a good way, though. You love it.”

“Maybe,” Conor admitted.

“Definitely.” Alex traced taut arm muscles with a damp finger before releasing Conor’s wrists from their restraints. He unbuckled the leather cuffs and massaged the reddened skin beneath.

“Thank you,” Alex spoke softly.

“For what?” Conor stretched and curled against Alex’s body.

“For letting me…do this with you.” Alex felt a sudden fierce surge of protectiveness and wrapped his arms tightly around Conor’s body. “Mine.”

“Mmm. Yours.” Conor pressed against him. “And that means you get to do whatever you want to.”

“But it must be good for you too… Are you sure…?”

“You know I am.” Conor’s voice was steady and certain. “I want to please you, of course I do, but this is what I need too.” He snuggled closer. “I love being tied down but I miss being able to touch all your silky skin.”

“Well you can touch all you like now, though we are both a bit sticky.”

Conor applied a tender kiss to Alex’s neck. “Did you mean it earlier when you said you’d use a cane on me?”

Alex thought he detected a slight tremble in Conor’s voice. “I didn’t scare you, did I? I’d never use it without your permission.” Alex frowned. “Whatever we do has to be good for both of us. You enjoy my hand on you, don’t you?”

“Oh yes! I wasn’t frightened—it felt exciting. Maybe we could try some time…?” He hid his face in the curve of Alex’s neck.

Alex could feel the heat coming from Conor’s skin. He grinned wolfishly. “Definitely. But when we both want it.”

He extracted himself from Conor’s grip and clambered off the bed. He wandered to the bathroom and fetched a warm washcloth to clean them both up with. Once he was sure that Conor was clean and dry, he returned to bed and wrapped himself protectively around his lover. He stroked the leather collar around Conor’s slender neck.

“This looks so good on you.”

“Alex…?”

“No. I’m not going to take it off.”

Conor sighed happily and snuggled closer. The collar would stay until morning.

Chapter Seven

Conor woke before the alarm, his inner clock prodding him in to consciousness exactly two minutes before
Radio 2
on high volume disturbed the peace. He stabbed blindly at the clock radio until he made contact with the off button, because it was far too early to open his eyes. Safe in the knowledge that he would not have to face the nerve-jangling sound of a ridiculously cheerful DJ or the pre-dawn torment of some God-awful boy band, Conor snuggled back against Alex’s warm body. They fitted together perfectly. The three inches of extra height that Alex possessed meant that he could spoon behind Conor so flawlessly that they were like two interlocking pieces of a living jigsaw puzzle.

Alex’s cock had woken before its owner because Conor felt the insistent pressure of the determined member as it probed at his arse crack.

Jesus, even his fucking dick is Dominant!
Conor did a mental eye roll. He was aware of several sensations that contributed to making it a very good start to the day. Quite apart from the fact that Alex seemed to have a completely independent body part that wanted its wicked way with him, he could still feel the dull ache of the previous night’s exertions. He shifted carefully, wanting to give Alex a few more minutes rest and to let himself enjoy the physical memory of Alex deep inside him. The hug of leather around his neck was another reminder. Idly, he wondered how it would feel to be permanently collared.

Hmm, not sure I’d want that. Half the pleasure comes from Alex putting it on me.
His cock hardened at the thought and he suppressed a chuckle.
Apparently my body likes submitting to Alex as much as my mind.

“Stop thinking and find the lube.” Alex’s voice was early morning rough and very sexy.

Conor snickered. “And a good morning to you too.”

“I’m awake. I’m hard. You can’t expect me to be cheerful as well?”

The sensation of Alex snaking a hand around his waist had Conor holding his breath. Alex used a knee to shove his thighs apart, granting better access to Conor’s balls.

“Mmm. These feel good. Hot and heavy.”

All the breath Conor had been holding escaped in a rush as Alex fondled him roughly.

“Christ!” The word came out as an unmanly squeak.

“Lube. Now.”

“Under your pillow!”

“Oh…” Alex cursed and fumbled beneath his pillow. “Got it!” He sounded jubilant. Seconds later, he pressed a slick finger into Conor’s hole.

“More!” Conor pushed back hard.

“Pushy brat.”

From the stretch and burn that followed, Alex had gone from one finger straight to three. Conor writhed as his lover found his prostate and gave it some attention.

“Please, Alex… Need you in me!”

Alex withdrew his fingers, leaving Conor aching and empty. He had no time to mourn the loss as fingers were replaced with the blunt head of Alex’s fat cock. Without hesitation, Alex pushed forward in one smooth motion.

“Yes!” Conor gasped as Alex drove deep, filling him completely. “Not gonna last…”

“Me. Either.” Alex rolled them both over until his weight pressed Conor into the mattress. “Hands and knees. Now.”

He lifted his body to allow Conor to change position. Conor struggled up, limbs shaking. He rested his forehead and arms on the bed and stuck his arse in the air. Alex gripped his hips and thrust into him repeatedly. Conor pushed back to meet each penetration, relishing the savagery. Alex reached beneath their bodies and gave Conor’s cock a firm tug. He screamed and came, hot and hard onto the sheets. Alex’s arm around his waist held him steady as Conor’s limbs turned to jelly and little stars flashed in front of his eyes. One more thrust, then two, and the heat of Alex’s cum flooded Conor’s channel. Conor was relieved that Alex still had the presence of mind to lower him gently to the bed rather than dropping him. Still joined, Alex’s weight pressed him down.