Dom of Ages (34 page)

Eli stood next to the bed, the hood in his hands. “Okay, once the hood is on, I’ll wrap your whole body in bandages, just like a mummy. Remember, I’ll be right here. If you want me to stop, you’ll be able to safeword, and I’ll cut you out of the bandages straight away.”

I nodded. “I’m ready, Sir.” By this point I was anxious to carry on. I wanted to know how it would feel.

Gently, Eli eased the hood over my head, adjusted it, and my world became dark, silent, and odorless.

I was calm, mentally assessing what was going on with my body. I could feel Eli rolling me onto my sides as he wrapped me in my final layer, binding my legs together and my arms to my sides. Then all became still as I was laid out on the bed, unable to move.

I would describe it as a strange sensation, except there
was
no sensation. There was only this feeling of… nothingness. Time became meaningless. I had no idea how long I lay there. The only certainty I knew was that Eli was there. I trusted that with all my soul.

With no sight, no sound, no smell, it was as if my brain went into search mode for any input. The sound of my breathing was so loud inside my head. I could hear my heart beating strongly. And then everything simply slipped away, leaving me feeling incredibly free.

I was aware of my breathing slowing down, along with my heartbeat, which dropped and then leveled out. It should have panicked me I was totally helpless, with no control whatsoever over my body.

And then it happened, the feeling that my body just wasn’t there anymore.

It was strange. So often we focused on how things felt, often with an overload of sensations. This was a totally different situation, where the deprivation of sensation set my mind free, floating, almost an out-of-body experience. I had never felt so at peace, so calm.

Then something touched my nipple, and it felt like an explosion went off inside me.

It was the lightest touch, probably Eli’s fingertip, but the exposed skin felt as if it was supercharged. A wave of pleasure rippled through me, pulling me along with it, ever higher. Another light touch and now the sensation was almost dancing along a knife edge between pleasure and pain. When I felt Eli’s warm breath on my dick, I groaned, the sound so loud inside my head. It felt….

I had no words, only wave after wave of erotic pleasure and pain that played with me, the sensations just short of being unbearable. Then it would stop, and my heartbeat dropped back, my breathing slowing once more. I was left waiting, wondering. Where would he touch next? What would he touch me with? I never once feared that he’d left me, but the waiting was like a form of torture, until his fingers traced a line down my cock and I cried out, the sensation sharp, intense and so fucking erotic. It was like an assault, an erotic torture as he touched my dick, my balls, sending wave after wave of rich sensations pulsing through me, making me dizzy from it. It was too much, and yet it wasn’t enough. My body was crying out for more, desperate for each blast of pleasure/pain that thrummed through me.

Then I caught my breath as Eli pulled me gently onto my side, something firm supporting my body. I waited, hardly daring to breathe.

The light spanking of my exposed arse sent shockwaves through me, forcing a scream of pleasure from my lips. My whole world was focused on the stimulation it received from Eli’s hands. Each light tap sent me soaring, higher and higher, my cries deafening inside the hood, until I was sobbing uncontrollably. It was good, oh, so fucking good.

Movement: I was eased onto my back, Eli’s fingers at my head. He was taking off the hood, easing it so carefully over my head. That first touch of his fingers on my face was intense, as if I could feel every whorl and line on his fingertips. His hand rested over my eyes as the hood was lifted, exposing them.

“Easy now, pet.”

Oh my God, the sound of his voice. It reverberated through me, swelling inside my head to a crescendo. And suddenly my nostrils were assaulted by a flood of different scents: I could smell the candles he’d lit, the bodywash I’d used in the shower, but overpowering them all was Eli’s scent, so vital, so rich, a musk that rolled off his body, invading my senses. I could hear
everything
: Eli’s breathing, the birds outside, the hum of traffic, even the quiet ticking of his watch. Every touch, every smell, every sound. It was like I’d just been born and was experiencing the world for the first time. Everything was raw, fresh, and sensual.

“That’s it, take it all in.”

I latched on to the sound of that voice, my eyes still seeing nothing but the dark, warm glow created by his hand. I craved it, wanting to hear it again.

“You’ve done so well, pet.” Words that soothed me, calmed me, flowed over me. “I’m here, Jarod, right here.” A gentle hand on my face, such a simple thing, and yet such a powerful sensation. “I have you, pet. Just breathe, slowly.”

It was as if my body reveled in each new sensation, each fresh experience.

“I’m going to uncover your eyes now.” I held my breath, and Eli slowly slid his hand away.

At first there was an explosion of light, so bright that I gasped. As my eyes adjusted to it, I gasped even louder. Every detail in that room stood out in sharp relief: the shadows cast on the wallpaper where the light spilled over the embossed pattern; the tiny motes of dust that danced in the air; the colors, oh my God, the colors, so vivid, so bright….

Little by little, Eli unwrapped me, removing all the bandages slowly. As he exposed my skin to the air, I gloried in each new sensation. Slowly, so slowly, he brought me back, uttering constant reassurances, his soft words a soothing litany that fell on my skin, as gentle as a caress. When I was free of the gauzy wrappings, I lay there, my heart beating steadily, my breathing regular. What overwhelmed me was the feeling of being connected to Eli. I craved the slightest touch of his hands on my body, the sight of him.

Eli bent over me and brushed his lips against mine in a tender kiss, his hands stroking my chest gently, almost reverently.

It wasn’t enough.

I needed him inside me, so deep that all I knew was the feel of his body against mine, the scent of him filling my nostrils, the sound of his breathing all I heard, the two of us fused into one, locked together in a spiral of intimacy.

I reached for him, arms around him, pulling him down to me, my body craving sexual release. My tongue sought his, plunging deep, so hungry for the taste of him. Eli groaned into my mouth, the cry resounding with need as urgent as my own.

“Want you,” I whispered. “Need you, so badly. Sir, please.”

Eli was out of his jeans in an instant, his cock rearing upward, thick and hard. “You got me,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He yanked open the drawer beside the bed and fished out the tube of lube. Within seconds he was sliding slick fingers into me, and the sensation of heat it brought had me arching up off the mattress. “Fuck, look at you,” he whispered.

“Oh God, please, don’t make me wait,” I begged, pushing down hard on his fingers, heat spreading through me like a fire, burning me up.

Eli pulled off his T-shirt and climbed onto the bed. I spread wide for him, drawing my knees up to my chest, baring myself to his gaze. He settled between my legs, the head of his dick so fucking hot against my hole. I moaned, wanting to feel that hard, hot, bare cock deep in me.

He pushed, slowly filling me, and I pushed back, my cry hoarse as he entered all the way into me, a hot glide that I felt with every fiber of my being. “Oh my God,” I groaned. The intensity of it was overwhelming. It was as if my body was one massive sensory organ, and I could feel
everything
. “Harder,” I begged. “Faster.”

“Fucking hell, pet.” Eli thrust hard into me and then set up a punishing rhythm, his hips rocking as he fucked me with long, deep strokes that slid over my gland every single time. His body shook, and I knew he was close. He bent me almost double, my knees at his shoulders and punched his dick into me, hips pistoning, his arms locked as he buried his cock in me.

Every nerve ending tingled as my orgasm steamrollered over me, my dick erupting over my abs without me laying a finger on it. My body sang for him, my heart soared for him, and I had to let it out,
pour
it out of me.

“Master!”

Eli

MY HEART
thumped wildly to hear that honorific from Jarod’s lips as his body gripped my cock, holding it tight inside that hot, silken vise. That one word was all it took to have me tumbling over the edge into my own climax, falling, falling, lost in a torrent of emotions. I pulsed into him, my cock throbbing inside him, emptying myself into his heat.

“Master!”

Oh God, that word was everything I’d ever longed for.

Still buried to the hilt in him, I leaned down and kissed him, our lips meeting in a frenetic collision, both of us pushing out low moans of ecstasy. Jarod let go of his legs and wrapped them around me, clinging tightly to me as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. We exchanged kiss after lingering kiss, his body so hot around me.

I didn’t want this moment to end.

Jarod

ELI HAD
gone out to meet his mates at the pub for a going-away party: only a few weeks to go and we’d be off to Hawaii. Once his former workmates had got to hear about it, they’d insisted on having a “get-together.”

That was a euphemism for a piss-up if ever I heard one.

Eli asked me to attend, but I wasn’t really comfortable with the idea and asked if I could stay home. I didn’t know any of his friends, and now that he was no longer working with them, the chances were slim that I’d ever get to know them. He kissed me and said of course, he understood.

After he’d left, I sat down at the kitchen table with a pen and paper. My hand shook slightly as I thought about the words I needed to put down and whether they’d be received the way I hoped. I wrote the letter, cursing my trembling hand, and sealed it, then slipped it into a linen envelope I’d picked up the last time we were out shopping. After putting his name on it, I slipped it into a drawer and closed it. Then I got comfortable on the couch, watching a film while I waited for my master to come home.

Master. It felt good to say that once more. When Phillip had died, I’d doubted I would ever find a Dom to fill his shoes. Of course, no one could; he was unique. But then, so was Eli, and he had his own shoes. They were a different size, a totally different style, but uniquely Eli, and I couldn’t have been happier.

Toward midnight, I heard a car pull up outside the house, and I went to open the door. A black cab stood at the curb, Eli climbing out of it, his friends leaning out of the open door, all laughing. Eli looked happy and more than a little drunk. He lurched up the front path and gave me a big wet kiss in front of his friends, who hooted and hollered.

He turned around and raised two fingers to them. “This one’s mine. Find your own pet,” he hollered, and a burst of laughter came out of the taxi. With his friends still waving madly out of the window, the cab pulled away. Eli faced me, a huge soppy grin on his face, and pushed me into the house, closed the door, then hugged me.

“I had such a good time,” he gushed, the words sliding a little on his tongue. “Told them about you, I did. Told them I was in love with someone and that you were mine.” He grinned. “They were jealous, because they knew for me to be in love, it had to be someone special.” He became still, his gaze on me. “And you are. So very special.” He kissed me, and I could taste the ale on his lips, and even though I didn’t drink, I wanted more.

He crushed me against the door with his body and nipped at my neck, sucking up marks that I’d wear with pride. I looped my arms around his neck and turned my head to give him greater access. Eli moaned, pressing his hips against my leg, and I could feel his thick length against my thigh, hot even through his jeans.

“Need you, pet,” he whispered. I smiled, because I knew it was the beer talking. I had no doubt that as soon as he got into bed, he’d be out like a light. I helped him up the stairs, his hands on my arse the whole time. He stumbled into the bedroom, limbs becoming tangled as he undressed, elbows catching, fingers fumbling with his zipper. Five minutes later proved I was right as Eli snored into his pillow. I lay in bed beside him, and he rolled over, wrapping me in his arms and spooning tight against me. It wasn’t long before I was asleep.

When morning came, I hurried downstairs. My nerves were on edge, because today I would find out if Eli thought I was worthy of granting my request. I made him a light breakfast of scrambled eggs and cheese, with toast and juice. After placing it on a tray, I stopped at the drawer and pulled out the envelope, propping it up against the juice glass, then went to our room and put the tray on the bedside table. I knelt by his side, breathing evenly in an attempt to quell my nerves.

Eli

MY STOMACH
rumbled as the smell of the food invaded my nostrils. All I’d eaten at the pub was some crisps, and I was starved. I rolled over and found Jarod kneeling, which he hadn’t done for a long while.

“Good morning, pet.” I yawned and stretched, then sat up and grabbed the tray of food, pulling it to my lap. The envelope bearing my name had me curious, so I picked it up. I heard Jarod’s sharp intake of breath and wondered what was going on. I pulled out the letter and read.

Dear Sir,

I know in a lot of cases things are done differently now than they were many years ago, but sometimes the old ways are still the best. I write this letter, promising always to give you my best, to pledge my devotion to you, and to make you proud. The time we’ve spent together has made me incredibly happy, and I hope it’s done the same for you. It is with that thought in mind that I would like to ask if I’ve earned the right to wear your collar, and if not, perhaps you could give me some direction on how I can.