Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)(6)

Wesley pulled on the chains and swore when he couldn’t shake his hands free. He wanted to touch himself. He had to come. He couldn’t hold it off any longer. Yet, he struggled to comply with Connor’s command.

Connor’s rhythm broke. He ground into Wesley, his breath ragged, his thrusts short and frantic. Wesley pushed back, taking him deeper. The cock in his ass felt bigger, harder. His own jerked in response. The sounds Connor made—half moan, half cry—were driving Wesley crazy.

“Come.”

For a second, Wesley froze, unable to process what he was hearing.

“Come for me!”

Wesley exploded, coming in long spurts. He clamped around Connor’s dick. With a loud cry, Connor came, fingers digging into Wesley’s flesh. Connor fell on top of Wesley, fighting for breath.

His soft cock slipped out of Wesley’s hole, and still he didn’t move. Despite the weight, Wesley was happy for the contact. After a while, Connor let himself drop to the side, his hand resting across Wesley’s back.

“Are you all right?”

Wesley turned his head and smiled. “Better than that.”

Connor leaned in and kissed his shoulder, answering with a smile of his own. “You did well.”

Wesley preened under the praise, happiness spreading through him. Life was good.

Connor snuggled up to him, drawing idle circles across Wesley’s back. And Wesley’s eyes fluttered close, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with him.

***

“Hey.”

A gentle shake woke him. Wesley opened his eyes and struggled to focus. The smell of pancakes reached him then, and he snapped awake, his stomach growling madly.

“I thought you might be hungry. You fell asleep without eating.”

Connor sat on the edge of the bed, holding a tray. Wesley took in the contents. Besides the pancakes, there was bacon, sausages, a tomato, and a diced bell pepper, as well as a large mug of milk coffee.

“You made me breakfast.”

Wesley pushed himself to a seated position and leaned back against the headboard. Connor placed the tray in his lap, and then picked up his own cup from the nightstand before sitting down beside Wesley.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” A warm smile tugged at Connor’s lips, his love shining brightly in his eyes.

The first bite of the pancakes had Wesley groaning in pleasure.

“These are divine.”

Connor lifted his coffee in acknowledgement. “I didn’t have the chance to ask you how your day was yesterday.”

Wesley lifted one shoulder in a show of indifference, but he couldn’t conceal his blush. “Other than having my prostate probed at every move—fine. It was a long day though.”

Connor grinned at the mention of the plug, one of his brows quirking in challenge. When the second part became clear, the grin disappeared, though, and the quirk turned into a frown.

“Has the plug caused any problems?”

Wesley considered saying yes, knowing that Connor would not ask him to wear one again, but honesty was paramount. “No, nothing of the sort.”

“You know that I expect you to tell me immediately if any problems occur.”

Wesley cupped Connor’s cheek, tracing the edge of Connor’s lip with his thumb. “I know.”

“What else?”

Shrugging, Wesley took a sip of his coffee. “One of the subs had a lower pain threshold than usual, but other than that, nothing.”

“Do you know why that happened?”

“No. He left after the scene, and I haven’t had a chance to talk to him.” Wesley took a bite of bacon. The taste filled his mouth, making him moan of pleasure.

Connor regarded him carefully. “And you’re worried about him?”

“Some.”

“You know that tolerance varies depending on external factors. Stress, exhaustion, or sickness.”

“I know. You’re right.”

“You can see how things have changed next time you see him. Or, if it’s not with you, talk with the Dom in charge of the next session.”

“That’s what I was planning to do.”

Setting the now-empty plate aside, Wesley lifted the steaming mug. As soon as the first sip touched his tongue, he felt better.

“Now, what about you? How was your day?”





Chapter 2


Connor stretched his shoulders and arms, working out the kinks. He’d come in early, taking advantage of the sunny day to walk to work. There was a spring in his step, which he thought of blaming on the weather, but he knew it was really thanks to Wesley. He couldn’t help thinking back to when they’d met. He’d been attracted to Wesley from the moment he’d laid eyes on him, but he’d never anticipated the depth of affection he would come to feel.

Yet, here he was—in love. It had taken him a while to admit it, even to himself. When he’d moved here, he’d still been hurting, though he hadn’t said it out loud to anyone. He’d barely let himself feel it, much less bring someone else in.

Coming from a bad relationship with an unreliable sub, he’d blamed himself for his ex’s death. He still did at times, though deep down he knew that wasn’t the case. Alin had been unstable to begin with, though he had hidden it better in the beginning of their relationship, and he’d spiraled deeper over time.