CEO of a large, family-owned
business, and with both parents involved in state politics, Ian prefers to keep
his private life private. Especially since home is the place where he indulges
in his deepest, darkest desires, and lives out his fantasies with his husband.
Taren, investigator with the state
police and known for his forceful character, is a perfect match for Ian. He
knows exactly what he wants, and being Ian’s Master at home, behind closed
doors, is most certainly it.
Outwardly, Taren and Ian look like
any other happily married, upper middle-class working couple. So far, they’ve
kept their life at home private, but now Taren is planning a special trip for
their anniversary. Not knowing any details, how prepared is Ian to let Taren
fulfill his dark desires away from home?
Excerpt:
Their bedroom was originally two rooms, but they’d knocked a
wall out to create the perfect play space. One end was a traditional bedroom,
bed, dressers, night tables. What wasn’t traditional was their bed was fitted
with restraints and a heavy duty, iron canopy style bedframe, sans a canopy,
with a few modifications and capable of supporting Ian’s weight. Built-in
drawers underneath stored a variety of spreader bars, cuffs, whips, gags and
floggers among other things. The cock cages, butt plugs, nipple clamps,
sounding bars and a variety of lubes were in the top drawer of one of the
dressers. On the other side of the room was housed an adjustable Saint Andrews
cross. Beside that was a floor to ceiling wardrobe with mirrored doors. Several
of their ‘special’ outfits they’d wear to clubs hung inside.
Would he be strapped to the cross, wriggling under Taren’s
flogger? Or perhaps tied spread eagle on the bed begging for release while
Taren teased him right to the edge but never let him tumble over? An electric
wand, hot wax, ruined orgasms—none of them considered off limits by Ian.
Ian’s belly tightened and his breath quickened.
His phone chiming made him jump. “Sir,” was all Ian said.
“Are you prepared for me?”
“I’ve only been home a few minutes. I barely made it home
before five, sir,” Ian confessed and Taren chuckled. Ian continued, “So, still
working on it, sir. I just got out of the shower.”
“In that case I’ll enjoy prepping you myself. I’m about five
minutes away. Get an ice pack and wait by the door for me.” Taren disconnected
before Ian could respond.
Ian smiled and shivered as he hurried to the kitchen. Taren
was pleased and that was the greatest thrill of all for Ian. The thin, leather
strap still rested above Ian's hips. It attached to another strap that hooked
under his navel, went between his legs, and tucked into his ass crack holding
the butt plug he wore in place. The leather was well oiled, so waterproof. He
could wear it in the shower, and anywhere. The buckle keeping it cinched tight
was held closed by a small padlock. Taren had the key. The lock, and strap
didn’t come off unless Taren took it off. As with the door, Ian had a spare key
in case of emergencies, but he’d never had cause to use that key. Ian’s cock
wasn’t caged during the day but tucked into a leather cod-piece. That had come
off during his shower, but that didn’t mean Ian was allowed to touch himself,
even to wash.
Any touching of himself was strictly regulated by Taren. It
didn’t matter that he hadn’t felt his own fingers brush against his sensitized
cock and balls while he showered, his cock wasn’t completely hard, but full
enough. The hair between his legs, dark as that on top his head, was moist and
curly. He used two fingers to reposition his cock, closing his eyes and taking
a few seconds to appreciate the brief touch of his fingertips against the
smooth skin covering his shaft. Swallowing slowly and licking his lips, Ian
carefully cinched the cod piece into place. His touch was minimal and this was
the only time it was permitted. His fingertips were still moist and didn’t
slide easily over the length of his cock. That slight bit of catch sent a
tendril of excitement zinging through his groin.
Ian knelt on the floor a few feet from the door, knees wide
apart, causing his groin hair to alternately pull and tickle. The feelings were
delightful mini bits of pleasure pain, hints of what was to come later. He
shoved the ice pack down the cod-piece and pressed it firmly to his groin, gasping
and wheezing for a few seconds. His Master’s words told Ian he required Ian to
be soft and this was one sure way to accomplish that goal. Ian was nearly giddy
with anticipation. A milking or over stimulation might be in Ian’s immediate
future. Certainly, some sort of sounding bar was on the menu for tonight,
otherwise Ian wouldn’t need to be completely limp when Taren arrived.
He quivered and not from the cold between his legs.
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