Haleigh's Ink (5 page)

“Raise your hips.”

“I ache.”

He helped her lift her ass so he could draw the small scrap
of fabric away. He gawked at her pussy as he peeled the satin from her dewy
flesh. The material clung for a moment to her moist lips and he could smell her
addicting musk. It smelled like heaven. He whisked her panties off, tossing
them to the floor.

“What’s wrong with me?” he heard her ask on another moan.

Realization slammed him in the back of the head. She’d never
had an orgasm before.

“Not a damn thing. You got aroused when I pierced you and
I’m going to make sure you don’t hurt anymore. Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She revealed the wet center of her body, and he fell in
complete lust with her. She submitted so naturally she blew his mind.

He ran his hand up her leg from knee to pussy and just held
her between her thighs. The heat pouring off her sex was liable to catch them
both on fire if he wasn’t careful.

She wasn’t shaved, but trimmed nicely, and he relished the
idea of watching Kyle shave her bare.

“I’m going to eat your pussy,” he confessed as he gathered
her wetness to use as lubrication.

“But—”

“No buts, princess. I’m going to eat it, and drown myself in
it, but right now I’m going to watch you fall apart.”

He didn’t give her any time to stop him. Death couldn’t have
stopped him. He was too far gone. Her inner lips slid along his hand. The heel
of his palm ground against her clit, making her shift on the table. He was so
jacked up it was all he could do to keep his fingers, and his dick, to himself.
All he wanted to do was shove something inside and test how wet she was. His junk
stood at attention, volunteering for the time when he finally flipped his
conscience the bird and took what he wanted from her. Quickly he shook his
head, trying to clear it.

She made little mewling noises in time with his forceful
caresses and he didn’t go any farther than her virginity allowed. He had plans
for that, but giving her what might be her very first orgasm was going to be
his pleasure.

Haleigh still clutched her shirt and bra to her chest though
he was certain she totally forgot it was there. He would much rather have her
completely naked and ready to take all the pleasure he wanted to bestow on her
beautiful body, but she was already fast approaching the moment of no return.
He settled his other palm on her stomach, holding her in place. She writhed on
the table, latching onto his wrist.

At first he thought she was going to stop him, but he heard
her say, “Please, Sir…please.”

With a slight flick of his wrist, he brushed his thumb
across her anus, smearing wetness around her tight hole.

He screwed the tip of one wet finger inside her ass,
ratcheting up her pleasure even more. The hand on her belly slithered to the
top of her mound, pulling the tiny hood away from her clit, exposing the tense
little bundle of nerves.

Her feet twitched as he pushed against her natural
resistance, and he knew she was going to be his.

“Come, princess,” he ordered, roughly sucking her clit into
his mouth.

The climax took her by surprise, she shouted, and he watched
all reason fall away from her brain. The pleasure swamped her, making his heart
pound against his ribs. The entrance to her pussy tightened over and over,
trying to clamp onto him, but he continued thrusting shallowly inside her tight
ass, which was sucking him in as she came. Moisture from her sweet pussy coated
his hand, along with the insides of her thighs.

He released the suction he had on her clit and let her pussy
lips slide from his mouth. He finally removed his lucky finger from her
clenching rear, making her legs twitch and shake.

She floated down from one of the most amazing orgasms he’d
ever given, and he noticed he was petting her breast near the piercing.

Feeling her silky skin was as important as breathing, and he
couldn’t convince his arm to retract. He grazed his thumb over her clit, which
elicited another tiny whimper. Her inner muscles spasmed, taunting him with the
what-ifs.

Her skirt was bunched up at her waist, her legs spread
barely enough for him to see her pussy juice glistening on her labia. He teased
her opening over and over again. Her hair was messy around her head, after
coming free from the little hair clip she wore. Satisfied female peeked up at
him with glassy eyes.

“That was fucking perfect.”

She still held on to his belt loop, and he hardcore liked it
when she had yanked on him as she came. She tugged on something else in the
middle of his chest, but he shoved that aside for another day.

He finally eased his fingers away from her swollen, slick
folds and couldn’t resist bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean,
savoring her taste. It didn’t take much convincing to decide after he pierced
her other nipple, he’d eat her hot snatch until he was full. And he had a damn
big appetite.

He unwound the tight grip she had on his waist, laid her arm
next to her thigh and rearranged her skirt the best he could. He hated to cover
her beautiful pussy, and if she was in his playroom at The Library, he’d never
allow her to be covered. But he knew she would be more comfortable if he
indulged her modesty.

For now.

“I’m going to set up for your other nipple. Just lay there
and I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go.”

He picked up her panties and stuffed them in the pocket of
his jeans. He went to the sink to wash. Haleigh floated toward the land of the
living after her monster orgasm, and she covered her eyes with the crook of her
elbow.

“The next piercing is going to be a bit tougher. Your
adrenaline has worn off so the pain is going to be sharper. But for you, I have
a feeling that’s not going to be a problem.” He chuckled with how perfect
everything was coming together as she lay there in the chair. Her hair was a
mess, looking rumpled in the best of ways. He couldn’t wait to do it again. She
was one of the most beautiful masochists he’d ever seen.

“Kyle’s not going to believe this when I tell him. Maybe you
should come with me and we can talk to him together.”

At the mere mention of Kyle’s name it was like a bomb had
gone off.

“Oh my God…”

Scott watched her brain switch online like she’d been zapped
by a cattle prod. She snapped her bra together, clutching her blouse over the
black lace as she struggled to sit up.

“What have we done?” She scrambled off the chair, grabbing
her purse, throwing open the door like the space was the epicenter of the
newest strain of Ebola.

The sound of water running filled the silence.

Water dripped from Scott’s fingers and elbows. His brain
tried to kick back on…for the fourth time, from the same tiny female, on the
same night.

He glimpsed the chair where her clip lay forgotten and heard
the bell above the door chime, signaling her immediate departure.

“Great people skills, boss,” Oscar called from somewhere in
the front room.

“Well, fuck.”

An hour later Scott flashed his card at the gated entrance
to The Library, a members-only BDSM club located in the industrial district of
Arcadia, Kansas.

Jackson, one of the club’s Doms, who was also an employee,
buzzed him in, giving him a two-fingered salute on the way past.

He sped down the tree-lined drive, making his way into the
parking garage below ground. He parked and after he grabbed his bag entered the
club through the private entry using the card reader mounted by the door.

Oscar left a few minutes before him and was already behind
the bar getting hit on by one of the other members. His body language was a big
fat no, but the Dom didn’t seem to notice. Scott shook his head, wondering when
Oscar was going to meet his match. He just hoped he was there to see it.

Chris and Jared Kennedy, the owners of the club, sat in deep
discussion at one of the tables along the far wall. Normally Scott would take a
load off and talk for a few minutes, but arousal pounded through his system
like a racehorse. Getting to Kyle, taking him, owning his body was the only
goal.

He pushed open the door to his private playroom, latching on
to the sight he knew he would find. Kyle was exactly where he was told to be,
lying naked on the bed, jacking his long cock. The lights were dim, amplifying
the wicked sensations running through Scott’s limbs.

He shed his clothes quickly, unable to let Kyle do it. He
was too hot for him, and didn’t want it to be over before he got his fill.

“Up,” he barked. Kyle complied before Scott could make it
over to the bed.

His nostrils flared upon seeing the wide black leather
collar highlighted against the lighter flesh of Kyle’s throat. D-rings winked
in the darkness, making it a rather heady sight to behold. Kyle’s collar was
plain leather but still unique. Branded inside, it said, “Property of Scott
Preston.”

Ownership was nine-tenths of the law. That made all the
difference.

Scott grabbed Kyle’s hair and devoured his mouth, consuming
his startled moan. His other hand latched onto Kyle’s cock and worked it for
him, root to tip. He fucked his tongue into Kyle’s mouth to the same rhythm as
he stroked his erection, rubbing his thumb along the super-sensitive patch of
nerves below the head.

After too much time and not enough, he ripped his mouth
away, both of them gasping for air. The edgy need from Scott multiplied,
affecting Kyle in the same way. His steel-hard cock jumped in Scott’s fist,
making his mouth water to taste him.

He spun Kyle, yanking his wrists behind him. Thank fuck he’d
already put on his cuffs.

Control was the only way he had sex. If you searched for
“top” in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of his face. With the delicious
flavor of Haleigh’s pussy still tickling his taste buds, he barely got Kyle’s
rings latched together. He trembled like a damn newbie.

Kyle was trained well enough to know when to speak, where to
touch. He followed orders better than any submissive he’d ever been with. Under
normal circumstances they didn’t use restraints. They didn’t have to. Tonight?
If Kyle so much as accidentally brushed his erection, Scott was going to
explode.

All he wanted to do was take him to the ground and fuck him
like an animal. He didn’t want to lose the high yet. Sex was always amazing
with him, but tonight? A near-violent need pounded through his limbs, settling
in the erection jutting from his groin.

Kyle’s groan of approval threw Scott’s need higher.

He wrenched Kyle around, tracking his arousal. Kyle’s chest
pumped with each inhale, his nipples peaked as Scott scraped them with his
fingernails. His cock? A drop of pearly liquid perched atop the purple crown of
silky flesh. A virginal sacrifice offered as a reward to the fiercest
competitor.

Scott had no intention of losing tonight.

Kyle understood the rules, and Scott’s expectations, but his
raised brow highlighted the evident knowledge something was different tonight.

Game. On.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Haleigh?”

“I…ah…did.” Kyle mumbled it, and even if he hadn’t been the
worst liar on the planet, anyone could have heard the untruth.

“Really? Telling me you had a friend in high school named
Haleigh counts as disclosure? In the two years we’ve been together, you told me
how many times there was a girl out there you wanted to fuck?”

He heard a pin drop…in the parking garage.

“Exactly. You kept her a secret…from
me
.”

“I never thought I’d see her again. Maybe I was confused or
something then. Guys did it for me. I wasn’t attracted to any girls ever,
accept for…”

His voice trailed off, and Scott knew he’d been right about
why Kyle had abandoned them in the shop earlier. She affected him now, the same
way she did before, and he didn’t have a clue how to process it.

Scott had a few ideas. “Suck my dick and make it good. I’ve
still got the smell of your girlfriend’s pussy in my nose, and you’re going to
fix it.”

Scott forced him down. Kyle landed square on his knees. He
opened his mouth, forming some kind of question, but Scott jammed his thumbs in
the hollow of his jaw, holding it open. He stuffed his cock in, past Kyle’s
teeth, scraping the head of his dick along his tongue. Kyle tried to jerk to
the side, but suddenly relaxed. Submitting to Scott was something he had
hard-coded in his genes. It was so fucking sexy.

“Open your throat for me, blow my mind.”

Kyle complied immediately, swallowing against the head of
Scott’s throbbing cock. His rumble of pleasure nearly took Scott to his knees.

He released the pressure on his jaw, allowing Kyle to suck
his shaft when he tugged it nearly free. He pushed inside, his control rising
in the wake of Kyle’s submission.

He didn’t use teeth, just lips and suction.

Scott speared his fingers into Kyle’s shaggy blond hair and
fucked his mouth simply because he could. Scott’s balls sucked up tight to his
groin even without the added stimulation of Kyle handling his nuts like his
last name was Ringling. Scott had to concentrate not to explode.

The entire time Kyle stared up, straight into Scott’s
powerful gaze. He knew exactly who owned him, who was fucking him, and who
commanded his body as well as his pleasure.

Scott yanked his dick free one stroke before the point of no
return. Unmistakably, Kyle strained forward, trying to suck him in again.

They both froze.

He couldn’t remember the last time Kyle hadn’t followed a
command, verbal or otherwise. He didn’t think he’d done it on purpose to be
punished, but Scott nearly roared in triumph. Dealing with the error was
exactly what he craved.

“I didn’t say I needed your mouth on my dick any longer, did
I?”

“No, Sir,” came out haltingly and then the second infraction
happened. Kyle focused on Scott’s dick for a split second, before concentrating
on his face again. Scott yanked him up by his hair until he stood on shaky
legs. Kyle moaned from the painful pleasure.

Scott grabbed some lube off the side table then shoved Kyle
over to a spanking bench. He unlatched his wrists, shoving him onto the bench.
He reattached the cuffs near the floor and deliberately stalked to the toy
closet so Kyle could anticipate what he had planned.

He selected a black flogger, allowing it to swing beside his
muscular thigh on the way over to his disobedient boyfriend.

“Count,” was all he had to say. Endorphins pumped through
his system with the first strike on Kyle’s muscular ass.

“One,” Kyle moaned.

“Can’t hear you. Start over.” He brought the leather down
again and Kyle forced more air into the count.

Scott turned his ass red, strike after strike, until sweat
ran along his temples. The whoosh of the leather, followed by a groaned count.
Kyle’s ass hole taunted him as he clenched it on each blow.

Soon it was too much temptation to deny.

He dropped the flogger, smearing lube on his cock as soon as
his hands were free. He rimmed Kyle’s ass, nipping the hidden tattoo on the
inside of his left thigh. Kyle’s knees went weak, and Scott chose that moment
to push one lubricated finger inside his ass to prepare him. The smooth, hot
channel flipped a switch in his head and he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood
tall and proud, thrusting his cock inside his lover with one forceful plunge.

Kyle cried out, arching to get closer. He clenched his fists
in time with each invasive penetration.

“Haleigh’s moans reminded me of yours. I pierced her nipple
and she fucking loved the pain. My dick was so hard, just like it is now. And
her pussy? So fucking sweet. I sucked her clit into my mouth, bit her and she
exploded.” Kyle cursed, trembling beneath him. “It was her first orgasm—and it
was all mine.”

“How could you?” Kyle asked, gritting his teeth, obviously
trying not to come. “She’s so fragile. I’m sure she didn’t want you to—“

“She begged me for it.” Scott slapped his ass, grabbing one
reddened ass cheek, using Kyle’s punished rear as leverage. He dug into his
flesh, forcing his cock deeper until he glanced off Kyle’s sweet spot high
inside. “I don’t poach. You know me better than that. She didn’t understand
what was happening to her. She’s a natural submissive. So fucking hot.”

Kyle clamped down on his shuttling dick, showing Scott how
close he already was to blowing.

“I want to train her. To own her. The plans I have for you
both…”

Before Kyle could answer, Scott seized a handful of his
hair, riding his ass to completion. The orgasm exploded out of him, shooting
along his spine, blasting from the tip of his cock, lodging in the hot depths
of Kyle’s body.

His hips pumped erratically, moving the bench on a few of
the thrusts. He whacked Kyle’s ass, reaching around to grab his throbbing
erection. He’d barely closed his fist, squeezing the tip, when cum shot from
the lickable slit at the top. Kyle’s muffled curse sounded so sweet to Scott’s
ears. He fisted Kyle’s dick, sliding in his cum after it leaked onto his
fingers.

He shoved inside his ass a few more times, riding out Kyle’s
orgasm, writhing in the knowledge that it belonged to him.

Several minutes later, he came to with his teeth locked onto
Kyle’s shoulder, both of them panting as if they’d finished a Tough Mudder
marathon.

Sex had always been hot. But tonight?

It was better, hotter, sharper, sexier, dirtier…and he
fucking loved it.

He pulled out with a groan, staring at Kyle’s ass, which
quickly started to close. His seed creamed out every time his muscles
contracted in post-orgasmic splendor. He unlatched him from the bench and moved
him onto his knees on the ground. His lids were closed in sweet contemplation.

Scott grabbed a towel and wiped himself off.

“Eyes on me,” he barked.

Kyle blinked, focusing his dilated pupils on Scott’s face.
Warmth rushed through Scott’s veins at the sheer joy reflected in Kyle’s avid
attention. He hadn’t felt so close to anyone since he’d lost his brother. He
owned Kyle. He was amazing. Rough. Sexy as fuck. Hottest sub he’d ever been
with. Male or female.

He immediately pictured Haleigh on her knees, bound before
him. His cock twitched to life. Lengthening with Kyle’s hot breath blowing
across his wet shaft.

“Your next punishment’s already been earned. Coming without
permission.” Kyle’s eyes flared, letting Scott know he didn’t realize he’d
broken protocol for the third time in less than an hour. “You’re going to be so
fucking sore tomorrow you won’t be able to sit without thinking of me. Get me
hard again. I want back inside you.”

“Yes, Sir,” Kyle whispered past Scott’s dick before
swallowing him whole.

* * * * *

One very enthusiastic blowjob and rough sex on the rug in
the middle of the room later, Kyle was spaced out, lying on the bed while Scott
spooned behind him.

His ass was sore, his cheeks were on fire from the
punishment he’d taken from Scott’s hand, his flogger, and a single-tailed whip
Scott had been saving for a special occasion.

He’d be sore for days after their session together, and he
grinned, contemplating how wonderful reminders were.

Normally after hours of sex he was so crashed he couldn’t
remember his own name, much less form a coherent thought. But tonight he
couldn’t let go.

He knew the minute Scott walked inside that something was
different. He was running at a higher frequency, which had been palpable. The
air crackled with dark tension, making Kyle forget his training.

He’d broken protocol before he could get his mind around the
shift. It was some of the best sex of his life and he couldn’t help but suppose
it had something to do with seeing Haleigh earlier.

His girlfriend? What an odd comment to make earlier—

“It really wasn’t that odd. She is yours, isn’t she?”

He froze, wondering why in the hell he’d spoken out loud.
“She was never mine.”

“But you wanted her to be. That’s a very important
distinction for a gay man to have, don’t you think?”

He shrugged but remained silent.

Scott rolled him onto his back so he could lord over him. He
traced the tribal tattoo on his left pectoral. There was a section in the
middle Scott had deliberately left blank. He’d inked him several years ago,
prior to him owning Kyle, telling him, “The center’s left open until something
or someone makes you want to fill it in. You’ll know it when it’s right.”

“She’s a masochist,” Scott said, breaking into his
contemplation.

Any words forming on his lips dissolved in his mouth.

“We’ve had an open relationship since we got together. To
play here and there because it’s sexy and you like seeing me dominate pretty
girls.”

“I do, and I’ve liked helping. Trapping Cyn’s wrists while
Jared punished her, you licking her pussy as Chris fucked her mouth. Jesus it
was hot. But we’ve talked about it. I know you’re cool with it. I just haven’t
wanted to be with anybody else.”