Not Safe for Work(19)

“You ask so nicely. I like that.”

He shivered.

“Lots of other things we can do too. I have plenty of toys.”

“Anything,” he moaned, rocking slightly back and forth. “Anything you want.”

“Maybe I want to watch you take care of yourself.” That mental image made me bite my lip. God, yeah. I was going to have to do that. “You ever use anything while you’re jerking off?”

“Lube.”

I thrust harder, just to throw off his concentration. “Anything else? Toys?”

“S-sometimes.” His shoulders quivered, and his back arched. “Oh my God…”

“What kind of toys?”

“I…” His head lolled forward. “T-toys. Dildos.”

My mind’s eye showed me Rick lounging in his bed, one hand on his dick and the other sliding a dildo in and out of his ass, and I was suddenly on a very fast road to coming. “That sounds hot,” I whispered. “I might want to see it.”

“Any time. Any… God…”

“You ready to come, Rick?”

“Yes,” he pleaded. “So ready.”

I could tease him. Oh, and I would tease him. But tonight, I wanted to hear him and feel him and see him, so I said, “Come, Rick.”

He clenched around me, and his helpless cry echoed off the basement walls. I gripped his hips tighter and slammed into him, f*cking him hard while he rocked and shuddered and moaned, and then I was coming too, gasping for breath and forcing myself as deep as he could take me.

We both stopped. I stayed inside him, hips pressed all the way against his ass, until the trembling slowed. Carefully, my hands still unsteady, I pulled out.

“Don’t move,” I breathed. “Just…just stay…like that.”

He nodded. “’Kay.”

Once I’d tossed the condom and cleaned off my hands, I straightened my clothes and returned to him in the middle of the room. I crouched beside him. “You all right?”

Rick lifted his head. His pupils were blown, and his lips pulled into a drunken grin. “You have to ask?”

I laughed. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.” I helped him to his feet and gave him a moment to stand, keeping a hand on his arm in case he got dizzy. When we were both sure he was steady, I guided him out of the room. There, I gathered his clothes and shoes, and we continued up to the second floor and into my bedroom.

He damn near collapsed into my bed, and immediately, his eyelids drooped. I smiled—if he crashed this hard after sex, he was going to be liquid after he’d been into subspace. Perfect.

I stripped off my own clothes and joined him.

He was sweaty, shaky, his skin still flushed, but he was coming down. His pupils weren’t quite so dilated or distant now.

I smoothed his damp hair. “So were you serious about wanting to try hot wax?”

“Yes.” He paused. “Eventually. I mean, we’re just starting, so we—”

“Of course.” I kissed his forehead. “But when you’re ready, I’m looking forward to it.”

He slowly ran his tongue across his lips. “You’ve done it before?”

I nodded. “Enough to know what I’m doing, yes.”

“Have you had it done to you?”

“Of course. There’s nothing I’ve done to a sub that I haven’t experienced myself.”

“Really? I didn’t think you were a switch.”

“I’m not. But I have a friend down at the local dungeon who I trust enough to try things out on me. He knows damn well I’m not a sub, and I’m just doing it to understand what it feels like.”

“The local—” His eyebrows flicked up. “You go to those?”

“Sometimes. You?”

Rick shook his head. “Never been to one.”

“Really? They’re a lot of fun. I mean, if you don’t mind being in a room full of other people.”

“That’s the part I’m not sure about.” He met my eyes. “Is it always out in the open?”

“Not at all. There are private rooms and open areas. Sometimes it’s fun to watch or be watched, and sometimes you just want to focus on what you’re doing.”

“So why go to the club?”

“Well, you might want to find someone new to play with, or share a submissive with someone.” I shrugged. “Just depends on what you’re into.” I tipped his chin up and kissed him. “And no, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

Some tension left his shoulders. “Okay. Good. I mean, I might. Someday. But—”

I kissed him again. “Don’t worry about it. We’ve just met—well, I mean, in this context—and we’re still figuring each other out. That kind of thing doesn’t even need to cross our minds right now.”

“Fair enough. Admittedly, I have always been curious about it, but let’s see how things go when it’s just the two of us first.”

“Of course.” I caressed his cheek. “And for the record, so far I like how things are going when it’s just the two of us.”

He smiled and pressed against my hand. “Me too.” Sobering a bit, he met my gaze. “It’s a shame we won’t have more time. We’ll have to play the workweeks by ear—I work some long hours.”