Virgin Territory (5 page)

Striding around the bottom of the bed, Aaron repeated the process with the other cuff and the second bedpost, tugging Danny unceremoniously across the mattress in the process.

The world slowed down. Physics be damned, all the properties of time and space altered in that moment.

He was helpless.

Yes, he’d tried the cuffs on when he’d been on his own in the room—probably more often than any man should admit to, but he’d never actually been helpless when he wore them. He looked from one thick leather restraint to the other. He’d need to have one hand free if he ever hoped to be able to undo either cuff.

Danny swallowed and sensed his Adam’s apple bob in agonisingly slow motion. He turned his head. His room seemed more brightly lit than it had been a few seconds before. The air was cooler against his skin. He took a deep breath. Even his lungs felt different.

The lemony scent of freshly laundered bed sheets hung in the atmosphere. Another deep breath. There was more than a trace of arousal and leather swirling around the attic too. He closed his eyes and fought to take in the sudden rush of information.

The mattress was soft beneath him. One dodgy bedspring dug into his hip when he shifted his weight.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Danny opened his eyes. With his arms spread wide toward the head of the bed, he couldn’t sit up or close the gap between Aaron and himself. He lay in a messy heap against the pillows, unable to do anything but wait. Did that feel good?

No. Good wasn’t a magnificent enough word. It didn’t come close to encompassing all the things that being tied to that bed meant to Danny. He wasn’t sure any such word existed. It was a sensation that lived in a part of the brain that had existed way before humans learned that words were important. It came from the bottom of his soul and it said—
I belong to you
.

The links on the cuffs rattled against the bedframe.

“I’m the only one allowed to touch,” Aaron reminded him. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” To Danny’s surprise the words came out strong and clear. A part of him really did seem to understand it all—more to the point, it loved it all too.

Chapter Four

Danny watched, completely mesmerised, as Aaron approached the bottom of the bed and placed a single fingertip against his bare skin. Starting at his ankle he painted a line of pure fire all the way up to Danny’s hip. Aaron paused there until Danny dragged his attention away from his hand and up to his face.

Aaron’s eyes moved quickly, assessing Danny’s features as if there could be no doubt about how he felt about events. His cock stood proudly away from his body, leaking pre-come, blatantly desperate for the other man’s attention. He was so turned on he didn’t even have room in his head to feel embarrassed about anything.

Against all logic, Aaron ignored Danny’s crotch in favour of trailing his finger up and over his chest. He brushed against one of his nipples en route. Danny had never thought of them as being particularly sensitive before. They were just things that stopped the skin between his abs and his neck being blank. But the cuffs around his wrists had apparently rearranged his nervous system. His nipples were now directly wired to his cock.

Danny gasped and tried to sit up. The chains rattled again. Aaron chuckled as Danny slumped back against the pillows.

Circling his nipple with just one fingertip, Aaron loomed above Danny. Squirming and pressing his arse down against the mattress, Danny bent his knees to rest his feet flat on the sheet beneath him. Aaron made no comment on his wriggling. His touch never wavered. If Danny moved, Aaron’s fingertip simply followed. His caress was inescapable and completely outside Danny’s control.

He didn’t know if it was the touch, or knowing he was powerless that made it so intense, but he was soon incapable of keeping back needy whimpers.

The nipple that received all the attention tingled with pleasure, but his other nipple burned with need. One side of his body was jealous of the other in a way Danny had never known was possible. His cock ached too, unable to understand why a little bud of nerve ending should get all the attention when it pointed up to the ceiling, flushed deep pink, with the glans peaking past his foreskin and drawing as much attention to itself as possible.

Danny met Aaron’s eyes by accident. As soon as he saw Aaron’s expression he was sure that Aaron knew exactly what havoc he caused within his nervous system—and he liked it.

Aaron enjoyed tormenting him.

It was one thing to know that, in theory, there were guys out there who had a sadistic streak, men who would enjoy driving a man mad with lust, then refusing to get him off. Coming face to face with one of those men was something else entirely.

The idea that one of those guys had him tied up made Danny’s cock ache. The reality made his whole body tremble.

Aaron grinned as he saw that shiver wracking Danny’s body.

No. Danny turned his gaze away from Aaron and frowned up at the ceiling. It should never have been that easy for someone to get a reaction out of him. He was letting down Team Virgin.

Danny tilted up his chin and squared his shoulders as effectively as his bondage allowed, and tried to remain immune to Aaron’s touch—or at least not to make his reactions any more flagrant than necessary.

Aaron laughed, as if he could read every word from inside Danny’s head and found the idea of a virgin being able to withstand him amusing.

Danny had to grit his teeth together to stop himself from telling Aaron where he could shove his sense of humour, but Aaron soon stopped laughing entirely of his own volition.

Dipping his head over Danny’s body he sealed his lips around the nipple he’d been tormenting. Danny arched off the bed, closing his eyes tightly. Bright lights exploded behind his eyelids as Aaron’s teeth scraped against his nipple. Forget unaffected, Danny only just managed to remain conscious. Pulling back just a fraction of an inch, Aaron blew across the nub of flesh, sending a shiver down Danny’s spine.

The mattress shifted beneath Danny as Aaron joined him on the bed. He opened his eyes as Aaron searched through his wallet, then took out a condom and a few sachets of lube.

Danny expected himself to tense at the sight of them, but it didn’t happen. He was too turned on to care about
how
he came. There was no room left in his brain for either nervousness or patience. He wanted Aaron’s cock inside him—now.

Danny didn’t move a single muscle as Aaron tore open one of the sachets and slicked his fingers. He made no attempt to either put on a show for Danny, or to hide what he was doing. His movements were easy and natural, as if he’d done the same thing with a hundred other men and tonight was nothing special.

That thought sparked a form of tension that raced through Danny’s body like wildfire. He didn’t want to think about Aaron getting it on with another guy. In that moment, he knew the only way he’d get through that night was to pretend he wasn’t the only virgin in the room. For tonight at least, he’d imagine there were no other men in either of their pasts or their futures.

Oh, bloody hell! While tied up by a relative stranger was not an appropriate time for any man to realise that he had a hitherto undiscovered romantic streak.

“Anything you want to say?”

“Do you mean my safe word?” Danny blurted out. “No.”
And just because I feel jealous thinking about you screwing another man, that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall in love with you.
All things considered, it was probably a good idea that he kept that last bit to himself. He was sure there was nothing more horribly virginal someone could do than even mention the L word on a first date. “I’m fine.”

Aaron stared down at him for what felt like several consecutive eternities.

Danny licked his lips. “Well?”

Aaron was obviously the strong silent type, and he had the self-control to go with the muscles. He didn’t say a word as he reached out and settled his slicked fingers against Danny’s hole.

For several seconds, they stayed like that, neither of them moving a muscle. This time it was Danny’s turn to break the stalemate. He pulled his legs back, just like he’d seen guys do in so many Internet videos. With the slightest nod of approval, Aaron began to move his fingers in light circles over Danny’s hole, massaging the tight ring of muscle.

Danny rocked his hips. Every instinct screamed out that this wasn’t enough. He needed more. But Aaron failed to take the hint and hurry the hell up.

Danny bit his lip, knowing that he’d give in and beg if he had to. He tugged at the cuffs, unable to remain still, incapable of moving far.

As if to praise him for squirming, Aaron pushed one finger into Danny’s arse and began to work it in and out of his hole with slow, even strokes. Danny gasped. Unable to meet Aaron’s gaze, he stared up at the ceiling, vaguely aware that he might want to look back on this night and remember the details, but too desperate for more to think clearly about what he’d already been granted.

He gasped as Aaron finally used two fingers to stretch him open further. As if by magic, Aaron convinced Danny’s ring to relax for him. Danny closed his eyes and pressed his head back against the pillow, overwhelmed by sensations that he had no way of controlling.

He was now sure that begging would only result in Aaron slowing down, just because he’d enjoy being a bastard about it. He clenched his jaw and promised himself that he wouldn’t utter a word.

Barely a moment later, he screamed out his pleasure as Aaron crooked his fingers and found his prostate. But he’d been right about the bastard thing—the second Danny decided that having Aaron’s fingers lodged deeply inside him was truly glorious, Aaron took them away.

Danny blinked rapidly, whimpering low in the back of his throat as he struggled to keep back more articulate pleas. He groaned when he saw Aaron finally undo his fly and reveal his cock. He was gorgeous. Danny reached out, desperate to touch his lover. The cuffs pulled him back, jarring his shoulders as he fell back. His hands clenched into fists, but there was nothing he could do.

Aaron watched it all with obvious appreciation. Just to rub salt into the wound, he stroked his shaft several times—making a big show of being able to use his hands in whatever way he pleased, before tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He deftly rolled the transparent barrier down his shaft and slicked it with extra lube. All of a sudden, Danny realised something else about Aaron’s cock. It was bloody well huge.

As in, it was so big that Danny had no idea if he could actually do this. Panic exploded in his mind like a shell on the battlefield.

Aaron moved across the bed until he knelt between Danny’s raised feet. His knees were still pulled back to his chest, he was open and vulnerable, but he didn’t try to move. Aaron grabbed Danny’s hips and leant forward. The tip of his cock kissed against Danny’s hole. Their gazes met. Maybe Aaron saw the sudden misgivings in Danny’s eyes, because his expression turned serious.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Yes.” Size issues aside, there was no way in hell Danny could have given a different answer. He needed this too much to retreat.

Aaron took him at his word. He pushed forward.

Danny forgot how to breathe as the topmost part of Aaron’s cock entered him. He closed his eyes, blocking out all distractions.

“No. Look at me.”

Danny wasn’t sure if it was physically possible for him to obey. He didn’t even try; he was too busy scrambling to process the waves of sensations that rolled through him. It was just on the cusp between pleasure and pain, on the fence between something he loved and hated. His thoughts raced faster, tangling with each other and becoming more intense as they were rendered more confused.

“If you don’t do as I say in the next three seconds, I’ll end the scene.”

Danny couldn’t risk calling Aaron’s bluff. He forced open his eyes and blinked up at Aaron—at his first ever lover, his first ever dom.

“Good boy,” Aaron murmured.

The words had magical properties. Danny felt himself relax as soon as they hit the air. Perhaps it was Aaron’s confidence, perhaps it was the unexpected joy to be found in obeying and pleasing Aaron, whatever it was, it was gold dust. Every atom of it was precious.

Aaron rocked his hips, sinking his cock deeper into Danny’s hole.

Danny helplessly moaned his approval. He didn’t dare close his eyes.

“That’s right,” Aaron said. His voice wasn’t soft. There was nothing gentle about it, but it was mellow and warm—the tone of a man completely satisfied with the world.

Danny fell in love with the sound right then. He needed to be the one who always made Aaron sound like that, who always made his lover so happy he’d only ever speak to him that way.

Aaron pulled back. His grip on Danny’s hips tightened then, as he slid back into Danny, faster this time, and deeper.

“Does that feel good?” Aaron asked.

Danny nodded, unsure what pitch his voice would adopt if he tried to speak, or what words might leave his mouth.

Again, Aaron rocked back only to plough into Danny more roughly on his return.