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My back arched, and he hit a new spot inside me, and I came so fucking hard, with the sounds of his orgasm following me. He kept thrusting, slow and really deep to draw out the pleasure as long as he could, even though I was so exhausted I could have fallen asleep right there, in my little nest of black ropes.

Master quickly released my legs, removing the ropes so I could put my feet on the floor to steady myself. He rubbed my lower back—a quick, reassuring gesture—then helped me to stand upright while he removed the rest of the bondage.

“How are you doing, Jesse?” he asked softly and kissed my shoulder.

“Fine, Master, thank you.”

He was half a step behind me as I grabbed my pile of clothes and walked down to the second floor, heading for the small guest bathroom where I usually cleaned up.

“Come with me, today?” he asked. It was a command I could refuse if I wanted to, but there was no way I would. More time with Master was always a good thing.

He led me through to his bathroom and turned on the shower—it was a walk-in style with slate tiles and multiple showerheads. I had been in here once or twice before, but he certainly didn’t make a habit of it.

“Get in,” he said with a smile. I dumped my clothes on the floor and let out a low moan of contentment as the hot water washed away the grime of sweat and sex, and eased the ache in my muscles.

Master followed me in and pulled me back into his arms. The water was hitting my chest, and he filled his palms with shower gel and rubbed it into my skin. Even though my cock responded to his touch, I ignored it. This was about more than the eroticism of him touching my skin. It was a ritualistic thing, him helping me to clean off.

I returned the favor, and Master quickly and efficiently cleaned himself, and then told me to take as much time as I needed. In the guest bathroom I often took long showers, helping me to calm down and find my way back into my own skin. Sometimes Jesse Ross seemed like an entirely different person.

Chapter Two

“D
O
YOU
want to stay for something to eat?” Will asked me when I met him downstairs after I’d finished showering and dressed again. He had changed, too, into jeans and a loose T-shirt, and I couldn’t help but smile. He always managed to look awesome no matter what he was wearing.

“I should get home,” I said, trying not to sound guilty.

“No problem,” he said with a sad smile. I generally tried not to think about the fact that Will was such a sociable person, yet he lived here by himself. He passed me a bottle of water over the breakfast bar from the kitchen, and I hopped up onto the barstool as I answered a chirp from my phone.

Adele: Staying at Lila’s tonight—she just got dumped, again. See you in the morning. - x

“On second thought,” I said, and his face lit up. “Adele’s best friend just broke up with her boyfriend for the third time this month. I can stay if you like.”

“That would be great,” he enthused. “What do you want?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said honestly.

“Chinese?”

“Isn’t that against the rules?” I teased him. One of the agreements I’d made when Will had taken me on was to always eat well and take care of my body to the best of my ability. He needed me fit and healthy for some of the stuff we got up to.

“I’ll let you off, just for tonight,” he said and winked.

I liked that we could still be friends like this. Outside of the playroom our relationship was easy and not at all strained. I knew I could talk to him about pretty much anything. As he ordered the food, I went and helped myself to a beer from his fridge, holding up the bottle and pointing to it to ask if he wanted one too. He nodded enthusiastically, so I popped two open and went to make myself at home on his couch.

There was a replay of a football game on, so I left the volume on low as I caught up on the score and shot off a quick text to Adele to let her know I’d received her message. Will eventually joined me, tucking his bare feet up underneath him on the couch.

“Did you get the Kung Pao chicken?” I asked.

“Yes, Jesse,” he said with a smile.

“Good,” I told him.

While we waited for the food to arrive, we caught up with each other on a social level. He had agreed to take on another project in the technology company he worked for. The bookshop wasn’t my first career choice, but I had started working there when I was still in college. When they offered me a full-time management position when I graduated, I had decided to stay there, just while I made my mind up on whether or not to pursue my master’s in history.

I was slightly surprised to see that it was nearly nine forty-five when the food arrived. We’d been in the playroom for longer than I had thought.

“Do you want to stay tonight?” he asked.

“Sorry?”

“Tonight,” he said. It was possibly the first time I’d ever seen him blush. “Would you stay with me?”

“Uh, sure,” I agreed. There was no reason not to. Adele wouldn’t be home until later in the morning, and as I thought on it, I realized I wanted to.

It was still another couple of hours and several more drinks each before we decided to call it a night. Will sent me up to his room and said he’d lock up then follow me. I stripped down to my boxers and used the toothbrush he kept for me in the second bathroom. There was sort of an easy domesticity between us that I liked—things always seemed slightly more strained with Adele; she could be hard work.

It was slightly more awkward when I got to his bedroom. I didn’t know if he had his “side” of the bed or even if he wanted me in his room. I sat down on the end of the bed and fiddled with my phone, deleting old text messages until he came in.

“I, um, didn’t know where you wanted me,” I admitted.

“Just get in,” he laughed.

“Fuck off,” I muttered. “Which side?”

“I sleep on the left,” he smirked.

“Was that so difficult?” I snarked at him. “You could have said that in the first place.”

“But what’s the fun in that?” he teased.

I threw the duvet back and wriggled down under the comforter, automatically turning to face him. Will mirrored my action, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure where we were or who we were supposed to be; our D/s relationship was based on a very clear set of rules, and I was comfortable knowing where I stood with him.

But this was different. His dark brown eyes looked almost black and they were looking into mine like he wanted something. Even though his hands were pillowed under his cheek, they looked like they were twitching to touch me. I loved the way I could see the red in his hair even in the darkness, as it rested against his pillow, and his mouth was puckered, begging to be kissed.

“I really want to kiss you.” My voice carried words that I was sure I hadn’t told it to make.

“Then kiss me,” he whispered.

I blinked twice, my eyes falling closed as I leaned in and captured his lips in mine.

Our kisses were soft, curious, worried about finding out things about each other rather than one of us stating their dominance over the other. I quite liked being the one initiating the repeated meeting of our lips, the way I was the one who pulled his swollen bottom lip between mine, the way I licked at his tongue.

Will groaned and his arm wound around my waist, bringing my naked chest to his.

“I don’t know who I am right now,” I said softly, and Will pulled back with a sigh.

“I’m Will,” he said, nudging my nose with his to make me look at him. “And you’re Jesse, okay?”

I nodded. “Do you want to do this?”

“I want to make love to you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my neck.

“Can I top you?” I asked.

Will’s lips stilled against my skin, and I could feel them stretch into a smile. “No. But nice try.”

“I’m a little sore from earlier,” I admitted, feeling embarrassed somehow even though I knew I probably shouldn’t be. I started stroking his back gently, between his shoulder blades, and Will sighed in contentment.

“I can be gentle with you,” he promised, kissing down to my chest to take my aching nipples between his lips.

This was definitely a new side of Will, one that was being so incredibly gentle and careful with my body rather than teasing and tormenting it. Not that his lips and his tongue licking at me wasn’t its own kind of blissful torture, but I was feeling that this was more than what we did normally.

I’d never made love to a man before.

Will rolled over so he was on his back, letting me straddle him as we kissed. This was him giving me some control even though he insisted on topping. That was okay, though.

I wriggled out of my boxers, and Will laughed and copied my movements. I loved the feeling of my body, completely naked, rubbing up against his. Of all the things we’d experienced together, I only realized in that moment that I’d never felt him like this. It was intense and erotic, lying with our long limbs tangled together and our erections grinding against each other.

My head dropped to the side as Will started to kiss and lick my neck, and I moaned appreciatively, shifting my weight onto one arm so I could stroke from his hair down over his neck and shoulder and ribs with my spare hand.

This kind of exploration of his body was usually off limits to me, and I reveled in it, taking my time to appreciate the lines of his muscles and the softness of his skin. His lips were doing amazing things to mine, and despite the newness, it was an experience I wanted to have over and over again.

Will shifted on the bed and reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube from his top drawer and snapping the lid open.

“Is this okay?” he asked in a low voice, and I nodded, smiling at him in the darkness.

I leaned forward, resting both my forearms on the bed on either side of his shoulders and angling so I could kiss his neck as he prepped me, interspersing the kisses with little licks and bites. He seemed to like this—his hips were grinding up against mine, seemingly against his control.

There was a soft thud as Will dropped the bottle of lube on the bed, then he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing me to his touch. His thumbs rubbed the lube into me, and it was so different to feel him like this, in this position, with him touching me like
that
….

I arched back over him, sitting upright and reaching around to take his cock in my hand. For the first time I could take control of the pace of our bodies meeting, and I wanted it to be memorable. Will smirked and raised an eyebrow at me, then wiped the excess lube off on his thigh and pillowed his hands behind his head.

“Go on,” he encouraged.

This feeling of being filled by him was familiar to me, even if the position and the circumstances weren’t. I willed my body to relax and accept his thickness as gravity helped me sink down on him until I felt my ass cheeks meet his thighs.

“Shit,” I muttered, loving the feeling as I placed my hands on his chest and dropped my head down. I needed a moment, or maybe two, to accept him, and once I was comfortable again I started to rock.

This position was amazing—I was in control of our pleasure even as Will bucked and writhed beneath me. His hands came automatically to grip my wrists tightly, and I opened my eyes to meet his, silently begging him not to make this about domination.

He smiled in apology and started to gently caress my arms from wrist to elbow, another erogenous zone that he’d helped me to discover. My thighs burned with the delicious ache of repeatedly thrusting myself down onto him, and I wanted to stroke myself, to bring some needed relief despite our session earlier, but Will knew what I was thinking, as always, and held tight onto my arms to stop me from doing it.

“Will, please,” I groaned.

“Fuck, Jesse, you can’t beg me,” he said, arching his back to find a new spot inside me. “It drives me fucking crazy.”

He flipped me then, using some sort of strength I didn’t know he had so I was lying on my back, looking up into his eyes, and it was all sorts of awesome as he hooked my knees over his elbows, folding my body in half and picking up a new rhythm.

In this position I could kiss him again, so I did, finding his tongue quickly and sweeping it against mine, my chest prickling with sweat as it glided against his. Will was hitting all the right spots inside me, and I was getting close, especially with the way his kisses tasted….

I came in an explosion of lights behind my closed eyes, calling and gasping his name, and he broke away from my kisses. For one moment I thought I was going to be reprimanded for not calling him Master, or for coming without permission, then he let out a strangled sort of sob, and I felt the familiar spasms that told me he was coming with me.

He deserved to be kissed through his orgasm as well, so I leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth until he granted me entry and I sucked his tongue in between my lips. I was still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and we came down from the high together, sharing increasingly more gentle and lazy kisses.

I decided to be bold and reached up to smooth the hair back from his face, causing him to open his eyes and look into mine.