Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(94)

“I am, Sir.”

Doyle tugged Mevi’s hair so hard it forced him to dip his knees, until he was looking up at his Master, his Owner.

His Husband.

Doyle’s lips slanted over his, a bruising kiss that left Mevi breathless and his cock hard and throbbing.

The fingers of Doyle’s left hand encircled Mevi’s right, turning it, bringing the inside of his wrist up to his lips, where Doyle traced his ink with the tip of his tongue. It made Mevi moan with need, as it always did.

“Such a good boy for me. Good boys get rewards.”





Doyle’s cock throbbed as he stared down into Mevi’s eyes. He always felt a little guilt, albeit growing less every day, when he stared at Mevi’s ink. The man had made his feelings permanent without even knowing if they’d ever see each other again, much less be together. He’d had a level of faith in Doyle and his love that humbled him.

Never would he ever take Mevi or their love for granted. He led Mevi to their bed and laid him over the end of it, pinning him facedown with the hand in Mevi’s hair while Doyle leaned in and bit first Mevi’s left, then his right ass cheeks.

Soft, needy moans escaped Mevi, making Doyle’s cock twitch with anticipation. They had to be careful with their play in the apartment because he wasn’t sure what someone could hear through the walls. He limited noisy impact play to weekdays when he was reasonably sure no one was home, which allowed him to turn up the music without getting noise complaints from neighbors.

So for times like now, he kept his sadism silent. Teeth biting, nails digging in, and fists pummeling soft, fleshy parts that could take it.

He spent the next several minutes biting Mevi’s ass and thighs, loving the way he fisted the sheets, how his toes flexed and curled as he tried to bite back his own moans of pain and need. Doyle could do something as basic as pinch the man and Mevi’s cock hardened, he’d been so easily conditioned to be aroused by the pain.

And Doyle loved it.

Doyle released his grip in Mevi’s hair and straddled him, pinning Mevi’s arms along his side in the process. Leaning in, he bit the back of Mevi’s neck and let out a growl that drew a responding whining moan from Mevi.

“Maybe my boy needs a butt plug to wear all evening while he services his Sir’s cock.”

“Please, Sir, let your boy service you!”

He stretched his torso out over Mevi’s, all his weight on him, pinning him to the bed the way he knew the man loved.

One of the many things he’d admitted to Doyle during their long talks, that he loved it when Doyle immobilized him with his body. It made him feel safe.

Loved.

Owned.

He nipped the shell of Mevi’s left ear. “Maybe Sir should keep his boy horny all night and make him earn his next orgasm.”

“Whatever Sir wants to do. This boy is yours to do whatever you want.”

Doyle shifted a little, so his cock was nestled along the seam of Mevi’s ass. “Maybe I’ll f*ck my boy’s ass all night and not let him come.”

“Please, Sir, use your boy!”

Another admission—it made Mevi hotter than hell to beg in the third person. He didn’t know why he loved it so much, couldn’t tell Doyle why it got him so hot, but the why didn’t matter in the end.

Doyle loved his boy, and loved making his boy hot.

Of course he wouldn’t make him wait until morning. Mevi was his good boy.

The trick was not letting Mevi know that. Mevi preferred it when he thought he had to beg.

Fortunately, Mevi’s need for begging dovetailed nicely with Doyle loving the way his boy begged for release.

He had tried locking Mevi into a chastity device, combined with a locking belt for a butt plug and with a cock ring built into it.

It’d made Mevi so horny he’d practically been humping Doyle’s leg all day.

Since Mevi had enjoyed it so much, it was something Doyle now held back as a special reward, the “threat” of it nearly making Mevi come.

Doyle sat up again. “Stay.”

Mevi didn’t move as Doyle got up and retrieved a towel, lube, a condom, and some rope. He was still looking for the perfect set of collar and cuffs for him to wear around the house. As far as he was concerned, the wedding band Mevi wore, as well as the ink, was all the day collar he needed his boy to wear.

Meanwhile, he liked the look of rope on his boy. Lucky for him, Mevi enjoyed being tied up.

He securely bound Mevi’s arms together over his head while he still lay facedown on the bed. Then he lubed Mevi’s ass thoroughly before rolling him onto his back.

Climbing onto him again, Doyle knelt over Mevi’s face, teabagging him, enjoying the way his boy eagerly sucked his balls into his mouth and lovingly laved his tongue over them. No hesitation at all in Mevi’s responses, all eagerness.

Outside their hard limits—which were few—Mevi wanted Doyle completely in charge in bed and for play. Being able to release control to the man he loved and trusted freed his lover in a way he’d never been able to experience before they’d come together.

His music had improved as a result, a creative explosion that had him happier than he’d felt in years.

“That’s it, boy. Suck your Sir’s balls. That load’s going in your ass in a few minutes. If you do a good job, I might let you come.”