Pup (22 page)
safe and warm in someone’s arms brought a peace Micah never thought he’d find. He was still struggling to keep his mind focused, no doubt something he’d be battling for a long time to come, but in moments like this, the sun just coming up, the world around him not yet started, and Tackett wrapped around him, all his frantic thoughts were silent.
He’d known from the moment he’d met him, Tackett was someone special, that conviction all the stronger now. He’d been so scared to ask, scared shitless of the answer, but now that he knew Tackett would miss him if he was no longer in his bed, Micah would do everything in his power to stay there. Not just for the rest of the week, but forever.
Last night had been hot as hell, but he’d been teasing when he told Tackett he’d have to rethink his position. The physical act didn’t matter, whether he was topping or bottoming. His pleasure came from submitting to Tackett’s pleasure. He’d seen another side of Tackett last night, not just the Dom he’d known, but the man beneath.
.
The revelation didn’t shock him in the slightest. Tackett was everything he could ever ask for or want. He desired to be a better man when he was with him. There was comfort and peace in love, and Tackett was both of those things. Tackett owned his mind, body, heart, and very soul, and he was ready to prove to the man they were worth keeping.
Slipping quietly from the bed so Tackett could sleep in, Micah went and started the coffee. After relieving himself, he set out everything they would need for their shower, brushed his teeth, and silently slipped back into Tackett’s room. Pulling the leather paddle from the drawer, Micah went to his knees and laid it across his lap to wait for his Master to wake.
The covers rustled, and Tackett sitting up in bed, calling to him, brought Micah out of his trance. He hadn’t been sleeping, but not really thinking about anything either, only waiting. “Yes, Sir.”
“What are you doing down there?” Tackett asked, confusion evident as he rubbed at his eyes.
“Waiting for you to wake, Sir. Your coffee and shower are ready if you’d prefer to start with those before my discipline.”
“What I prefer is to wake up with my boy in my arms.” Tackett held out a hand to him.
Micah’s heart fell. He’d tried to anticipate what Tackett would want, and he’d failed on his first attempt. Setting the paddle aside, chest aching, he went to his feet and took Tackett’s hand. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Good, now come here and make it up to me.” Tackett pulled him down, rolling them until Tackett was above him, stretched out between Micah’s thighs. “Much better,” Tackett moaned, pressing down on Micah and nuzzling the side of his neck. Micah instantly responded to Tackett’s weight, cock filling against the very hard one pressed against his, skin tingling where Tackett’s lips were pressed against his neck.
Tackett started sucking up a mark on his neck, teeth scraping as he began to rock against Micah. Micah turned his head, giving Tackett more room, and spread his legs.
“That’s it, pup,” Tackett groaned against his neck, rocking harder. “Just want to love on you before we start our day,” he whispered before going back to sucking on Micah’s flesh.
Micah’s heart went wild in his chest, thumping crazily as his pulse soared. Was it possible Tackett might love him back? Did the man even realize what he’d said, or the feelings he’d just ripped out of Micah’s chest? Pushing the feeling and his hope aside, Micah wrapped his arms and legs around Tackett and gave himself over to Tackett’s pleasure.
Micah clung to Tackett as they continued to move together, losing himself in the sensation of Tackett. Perfect friction and warmth. It was slow and gentle, neither of them in a hurry. Hands leisurely roaming skin, mouths brushing, and Tackett’s whispered words of “Cum for me, pup” were all it took for Micah to shudder and cum with a sigh, Tackett’s own release mixing with his and spreading out between them. Even after the last drop was spent, they continued to hold each other, rocking gently as their breaths and heart rates slowed to a normal pace.
Still kissing the side of Micah’s neck, Tackett rolled slightly to the side, rubbing Micah’s belly and chest with warm, wet hands, massaging him. “Now that’s the perfect way to wake up, boy.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll remember that next time, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Tackett leaned up on one elbow and smiled down at him. “Tell me about your family.”
“Excuse me, Sir,” he responded, chagrined. “My family, Sir?”
“You know, mom, dad, siblings?” Tackett kept caressing Micah’s torso. “I was just thinking I really don’t know all that much about you beyond your needs.”
Looking down at the cum Tackett was smearing into his stomach, he snorted. “You were thinking about my family?”
“Cheeky, pup. Not then. I assure you, you were the only one I was thinking of at that moment.”
“That’s a relief,” he muttered and then smiled. “It’s just my mom and dad. No siblings, a couple aunts, uncles, cousins who I’m not really all that close to.” Hadn’t seen them in years. “Oh, and my grandparents on my mom’s side live in Florida and Grandpa Slayde is in Arizona. That’s it.”
“Are you close to them? Your mom and dad, I mean.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do they know about you, that you’re here with me?”
“If you’re asking if they know if I’m gay, then yeah. They figured that out before I did and it’s never been an issue. If you’re asking if they know about what kind of sex I enjoy, no. I mean, I’m pretty sure they can guess I like kinky sex, since they know I work in a BDSM club, but I don’t go around telling my parents about my sex life, Sir. Do you?”
Tackett laughed. “No, can’t say as I’ve ever discussed my proclivity for tying men up and beating them with my parents.” Tackett was suddenly interested in the hand he had on Micah’s chest. “Ever been abused?”
“I have a confession to make, Sir.” Tackett winced, probably assuming Micah had been. “Look at me, Sir.”
Tackett met his gaze, anger already beginning to swirl in his hazel eyes, and he was scowling. Micah reached up and smoothed the line from his brow. “I heard your conversation with Bobby. I know why you’re asking.” He stroked the dark stubble on Tackett’s jaw until he relaxed. “I’ve never been abused. I don’t have abandonment issues. I’m healthy, I love my life for the most part, I have lots of friends and a great job. My fear of being alone is rooted in my scatterbrain. I’m impulsive and make bad decisions sometimes. Having people around me keeps me from going, ‘Oh look, sparkly’ and walking into traffic. It might also have something to do with being an only child and my parents are all I have, but I think that’s pretty normal, whatever that is.
“Sensory deprivation scares me because the thought of me being alone in my head with only my thoughts, without any distractions, freaks me the hell out. Not because I’ve had a bad experience, I’ve actually never tried it, but I’d have to really trust a person before I’d let them do it to me. Pain, in a controlled way, gets me hard, but I don’t need it to get off.” He looked down at the smeared cum on his stomach and chest. “Obviously,” he snickered. “Any other questions you have about my fears, mental well-being, or my reasons behind wanting to be a full-time sub, Sir?”
Tackett studied him for a moment, maybe searching for something, but if he discovered anything, he wasn’t saying. Instead he placed a soft kiss to Micah’s lips. “C’mon, I want to take you somewhere today.” He rolled out of bed, grabbing Micah’s hand. “But first, my cum-covered pup, I want a shower.”
Micah eagerly followed, a happy smile on his face. After two day without getting to wash Tackett, he couldn’t wait to get his soapy hands on him. He stepped over the paddle he’d left lying on the floor, his grin growing. Hot shower, followed by a hot ass, and then hot coffee with his hot Dom. It was good to be back to their routine.
Hot damn!
Tackett wanted to take him was back to the dungeon beneath Vibes. Micah had a slight sliver of apprehension coursing through him as he stood naked in his display position, watching Tackett inspect a black suspension swing hanging from the center of the room. He nodded, satisfied, and called to Micah.
Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, Micah went to Tackett and allowed himself to be helped into the sling. Once he was lying comfortably on his back, Tackett secured his legs to the wide straps, adjusting them until they were up and spread slightly. Tackett then moved on to secure Micah’s arms at his sides by wrapping wide straps across his chest and stomach, and tightened them till his arms were held immobile at Micah’s sides.
“Nothing pinching? You’re going to be here awhile. Tell me now if you need anything adjusted. Once we begin, you won’t be able to speak.”
He wiggled each of his limbs again, stretched his neck, and then blew out a breath, relaxing completely into the sling. “It’s very comfortable, Sir.”
Tackett laid his hand on Micah’s chest, and Micah knew he could feel his rapid heartbeat. He couldn’t hide his fear.
“I know you’re scared, pup, but I want you to try and trust me, okay? I promise I won’t leave you.”
His heartbeat was still a little erratic, but he nodded. He could do this. For Tackett, he could do anything. “I trust you, Sir.”
“Good boy,” Tackett said softly and covered Micah’s eyes with a black silky cloth. “Lift your head a little, please.”
Micah complied and allowed him to secure the blindfold in place, fighting to keep his breathing even. He did trust Tackett, would do anything for him; however, that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous as hell about it. What if he couldn’t do it, started freaking out, making Tackett doubt he trusted him?
“Shh, I got ya, pup. You can hear me. When I’m not talking, listen for my footsteps, my breathing, and you’ll know I’m still here.”
He hadn’t even realized his breath had sped to the rate of his heart until Tackett spoke. Concentrating on the soothing hand on his chest, the sound of Tackett’s voice, his scent, Micah’s breath and heartbeat returned to a more normal pace.
“That’s right, a bell ball. It will be your safeword.” The ball was pressed into his hand, and Micah wrapped his fingers around it. “Once I gag you, you won’t be able to speak, so the ball will become your voice. Shake it, and I’ll stop what I’m doing and release you, okay?”
“I’m going to gag you now, pup. Any questions before I do?”
He took a deep breath, feeling more confident as he began to relax further into the swing, knowing Tackett had thought of everything. He had his voice, even though he’d be gagged. He had a clear picture of Tackett and could see him, even though he was blind. He could smell the man. The only thing missing was the way Tackett tasted, and he’d have a complete picture of his Dom to keep him at peace until he could have his touch again. “Just one, Sir. Can I have a kiss?”
Tackett pressed their mouths together, licking at Micah’s lips before pushing his tongue in, sharing his flavor until Micah moaned with pleasure.
“Now are you ready, pup?” Tackett asked quietly against his mouth, letting Micah breathe him in for a second.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Tackett pressed one last kiss to his lips, and then held the gag against his mouth, Micah opening to accept it.
His head was lifted as Tackett fastened the gag and carefully lowered his head once again. His head was then secured tightly to the sling with a strap across his forehead. Micah heard Tackett moving away from him and felt his heart rate speeding once again. He clutched the ball in his hand tighter as panic began to race through his system.
“The mind is a powerful thing, pup. It’s not fear of what I’ll do to you that has you breathing hard or clutching that ball,” Tackett said smoothly from somewhere near Micah’s feet. “I’ve promised not to hurt you, that I’ll give you what you need, but the lack of trust you have in me has you scared.”
NO! It’s me I don’t trust
, he wanted to scream but he couldn’t, he couldn’t even shake his head.
“You think your pleasure comes from my touch, your ability to touch me, and so you give your body over to me, to do what I want with it. Your body does please me, boy, but submission isn’t just about the flesh. It doesn’t matter how many times you let me hit you, how many chores you do, or how many times you let me fuck you. It isn’t only about standing perfectly on display or falling to your knees at my feet.
“True submission is letting go of everything, giving your Dom both your mind and your body and not only trusting, but knowing in the center of your soul that your Dom will be everything you need. Having true faith he’ll give you everything you need, protect you and care for you, even when you can’t touch him or see him.”
Micah’s heart rate slowed as Tackett’s words poured over him, and he heard the truth in them.
“Give me your mind, pup. Focus on me, my needs, my desires, and find your pleasure, even when you can’t physically see me or touch me,” Tackett said, voice low, soothing.
“Imagine me touching you, my fingers caressing your face, my lips pressed against yours. Can you feel them, can you taste me, pup?”
Tackett’s face solidified in his mind’s eye, so vivid. He swallowed, tasting Tackett, the skin of his cheek tingling with the ghost touch.
“Feel me kissing your neck, licking along the large tendon, feeling your pulse quicken. Sucking on your flesh, marking you. Can you feel me, pup? Can you feel me sucking your neck, the blood coming to the surface, the scrape of teeth? Everyone will be able to see the dark mark. They’ll know you’re mine.”
Oh, God! He wanted that so bad. Wanted everyone to know who he belonged to. Micah felt the suction against his neck, the scrape of teeth sending a tickling sensation down his spine, and Micah tried to turn his head, wanting to give his lover more room to work. To mark him.
“Now everyone knows, they can see my mark on you and they know. God, look at you, you’re so gorgeous. I can see your skin flush, see it working up your body, your nipples so sensitive when they’re hard. Can you feel my mouth on them, pup?” Tackett asked, moaning. “Feel my wet tongue swirling around one, teasing it. My fingers tugging and twisting the other one.”
Micah tried to arch as he felt the bite of pain to his right nipple, pushing up into the warm wet mouth on the other. In his mind’s eye he could see Tackett’s hazel eyes boring into him as he sucked on his flesh.
“That’s it, pup. You want me. Want what only I can give you. I can see it in the way your cock is straining upward. Your arousal weeping onto your belly. I want to taste you, pup. Take you into my mouth and swallow you whole.”
Please, please, please
, he silently begged. His body strummed with need, cock so hard it throbbed painfully. He tried to push up into Tackett’s mouth, but he was held firm by strong, powerful arms.
“Oh, my beautiful, beautiful, boy. You’re all mine and so hard for me, so needy.”
Micah’s breath caught in his throat, his balls drawing up close to his body as his orgasm raced up his spine.
“Mine!” Tackett growled. “Every beautiful inch of you is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to beat. Mine to bind.” Tackett’s voice rose demandingly. “Every thought, every desire is mine. Feel me touching you, pup? Entering you? Inside and out, you’re mine!”
Micah was awash in a sea of sensation. He could feel Tackett’s hands on him, his mouth, could feel him deep inside him. So close. Need stole his breath, his heart stopping in his chest as Tackett surrounded him, filled him.
“Cum for me, pup. Give me your pleasure!”
Without conscious thought, Micah gave himself to Tackett and jumped, his orgasm racing through him and erupting so violently, Micah went flying, trusting that Tackett would catch him when he landed.