Renner Morgan (14 page)

“I like to wear these.” Renner put the gauntlets together with the tight leather shorts and the collar. “I always picture myself on my knees, pleasing my master.”

“McBride?”

“No!” Renner realized Quintus was teasing him. “I don’t like him like that.”

“You like me like that?”

Unable to answer, Renner nodded, and then looked down at the floor. He was fully dressed, but he suddenly felt more naked than he’d ever been. Baring his soul was scary, even more so than giving up his body. Into his field of vision came two bare feet, and then he felt a touch at his chin.

“Look at me.”

Renner looked up at Quintus without lifting his head.

“I think you’re amazing.”

Dubious, Renner frowned.

“You told me everything.” Quintus lifted Renner’s hand and slipped on the gauntlet. The cold leather warmed instantly to his flesh then grew hot from anticipation. “And that had to be terrifying.” He put the other one on and then put the collar around his neck. “But you trusted me enough to share.”

Renner allowed Quintus to dress him up just as he always imagined. Eagerness made him tremble all over, ever so slightly, but it was enough that Quintus noticed.

“I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

“Right.”

“So.” Quintus stepped back and considered him. “Let’s start with something simple.”

Renner’s heart was beating so fast he thought he might pass out.

“You are going to wait right here.” Quintus left the bedroom and Renner stood there, wondering what in the world he was doing. After a moment, he heard water splashing, and realized Quintus was taking a shower. He grinned. At least his master was clean. Well, of body, at any rate. Hopefully, his mind remained filthy.

Like a good submissive, Renner stayed right where he was. He took stock of his body, loving the way he felt powerful but contained by the clothing he wore. Finally, he would have someone to take charge of him the way he’d always dreamed of.

When Quintus entered with a towel wrapped snuggly around his powerful hips, Renner wanted to drop to his knees, but he stayed right where Quintus told him to stand. Quintus made a point of primping himself in Renner’s mirror, which was just outside of his sight line. Only out the very corner of his eye could he see what his mate was doing. He caught a glimpse of his elbow, his calf, and his muscular shoulder. It was maddening.

“Very good.” Quintus came up behind him and kissed the back of Renner’s neck. His lips were soft, warm, and he discovered by feel rather than by sight that he hadn’t shaved off his beard. Renner was glad because he loved the rough feel of the short, sharp strands.

His eyes rolled back when Quintus ran his hand down along his spine, right to the split in his ass. With the leather shorts gripping his buttocks, lifting them and crushing them together, Quintus’s simple stroke hardened Renner’s cock, tightening his shorts across his lower half. Somehow, the crush of the leather wasn’t painful, but hung on the edge, tottering between tumbling down into agony and simple unease. Each subtle touch increased the strain, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

“I haven’t even started and your breathing is almost completely out of control.”

“I can’t help it. I’m so excited.”

“I’ll tell you a secret.” Quintus leaned close, pressing his mouth against Renner’s ear. “So am I.”

Renner felt another shiver wash through him when Quintus licked and then sucked his earlobe into his mouth. With a hungry, powerful growl, he turned Renner’s head and sucked against the scar he’d made on his neck. Submitting instantly, Renner let his head go all the way to the right, and he braced himself for his love’s bite. When he only teased the scar, Renner grew increasingly aroused, tightening the leather shorts.

“So hard and so eager.” Quintus reached around and stroked Renner’s cock through the leather. Heat and crushing tightness made him whimper in earnest. In his fantasies, he was always able to withstand hours of his master’s teasing, but in reality, he could barely take ten minutes.

Into Renner’s sight line came the towel that had been around Quintus’s hips. He tossed it on the bed and then…nothing. Waiting for contact, instructions—something—was making Renner practically vibrate with anticipation. The last thing he expected was to feel heat against his ass. Confused, Renner stood very still, trying to understand what his wicked master was doing.

“You are such a good…what do you want me to call you?”

“Slave.” Renner realized that Quintus had his mouth close to the split of his bottom. The heat he felt was coming from his breath.

“You are such a good slave.”

Renner almost creamed. His voice, his touch, all his teasing was perfect. It wasn’t what he’d dreamed of, but it was better because it was real, and it was with a man he loved. Quintus had that rough, gruff appearance when he was actually quite tender in his control.

After teasing him to the point he almost cried, Quintus moved to the front of Renner. He settled on the bed, nude, and considered Renner from head to toe. His gaze eventually settled on Renner’s tormented cock. “That’s got to be painful.”

Renner nodded.

“I’ll bet you’d do anything to get some relief.”

Again, he nodded, but much more vigorously.

“As your harsh master, I think I should go first.”

Renner couldn’t wait to get the order to drop to his knees and satisfy him, but Quintus dangled that possibility in front of him. Clearly aware of what torment he was putting Renner in, Quintus lay back on the bed, wrapped his fist around his cock, and stroked. Up and down he went along his shaft, making Renner moan softly as he wished his mouth was there to replace Quintus’s hand.

“You’re practically drooling.”

Renner swallowed hard and looked with longing at his master’s prick.

“Come here.”

Renner practically ran to the edge of the bed, eager to get on his knees, but he stood there, waiting for instructions.

“Push down the front of your shorts. I want to see your cock.”

With trembling hands, Renner struggled to push down the front, but with his massive erection, he wasn’t able to get them out of the way.

“Poor thing.” Quintus sat up and teased Renner’s cock through the leather, making the tense situation much worse. “Let’s see if I can help.” Plunging his finger down, he stroked over the tip of Renner’s cock, slicking pre-cum over the front of the shorts. “There. Now I should be able to slide them down a bit.” When Quintus still couldn’t get them down, he popped the button on the waistband, exposing just the top of Renner’s cock. “That will have to do for now.”

“Please.”

“Please what?” Quintus relaxed again on the bed, stroking his cock like he had all the time in the world. Renner was convinced they had to hurry because surely McBride was expecting them to get out and work. Although, when he shared his concerns with Quintus, he shook his head. “You’re mine for as long as I want you.”

Renner wasn’t sure if he was more excited or scared. If they had all day, he would never survive that kind of delay. He wanted to climax now.

“Oh, your face!” Quintus rose from the bed and embraced Renner. “I could never be a heartless master when your fear is so obvious.”

“I guess when I dreamed about doing this I didn’t think it would be so hard.”

Quintus cupped Renner’s cock. “Very hard.”

“I meant—”

“I know what you meant.” Quintus unzipped the shorts, pushing them down, chuckling a bit when Renner sighed with relief. “We’ll just have to learn how to play this out a little better.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not. I’m the one who couldn’t maintain my character.” Quintus gripped Renner’s buttocks, pulling him close. “Just like everything else, we’ll get better with time.”

Renner allowed Quintus to direct him onto the bed and then take off the rest of his clothing. Quintus made a series of soft kisses down Renner’s chest to his prick, which he sucked into his mouth. Against his will, Renner bucked up.

“Sorry!” He struggled to sit up and reassure Quintus, but he held Renner down with powerful hands and kept right on sucking his cock. “It’s just your mouth felt—feels so good and I’m so very close to the edge.”

“Shh. I know. Don’t worry.” From the bedside table he grabbed a bottle of greasers and slipped one inside Renner. After a moment, he worked his finger inside his ass. Between his mouth and talented digit, Quintus had Renner struggling to hold still. Eventually, he got too close to the edge and tumbled over, climaxing so hard he struggled to breathe. Quintus still didn’t let up. He kept pulling on his cock and teasing his finger deeper. Renner climaxed in waves of ecstasy that left him feeling weightless and free.

When he came back to Earth, Quintus was by his side, nuzzling his neck. With murmured commands, he urged Renner onto his belly, slid between his legs, and eased his prick inside his ass. Quintus moved as if they still had all the time in the world. It amazed Renner how he could be so kind to give him a release and then torment himself by withholding his own. In terms of fortitude, Quintus had him beat.

“I’ll get better.”

“What?” Quintus lowered himself so his body was pressed tightly against Renner’s back.

“I’ll be able to last longer. Eventually.”

“You last just fine now.” Quintus kissed the back of his neck, right where his hairline stopped. For some reason, it was remarkably sensitive. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Renner couldn’t help but grin. “So are you.”

Using shallow strokes and placing dozens of kisses all over Renner’s back then around to the side of his face, Quintus made a slow kind of love to him. It was somehow hotter than any of his fantasies. Why he’d never dreamed of this, he didn’t really know, only that there was something so wicked with the leather and being ordered about. But this was just as arousing, only much slower and sweeter.

As Quintus got closer to climax, his thrusts got deeper and stronger. With his legs, he pushed Renner’s farther apart and had him lift up, making the angle better for the both of them. After another dozen strokes, Quintus dug his fingertips into Renner’s buttocks, pulling him up to his knees as he climaxed.

Breathing hard, Quintus held him there for a long time and then settled back, taking Renner with him until he was sitting in Quintus’s lap with his arms around him. Renner couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so peaceful, or so loved. He was still a little nervous about seeing McBride for the first time after he found out Quintus didn’t want to be his mate. Not that he didn’t believe Quintus that it was resolved, because he did, but he feared after McBride had caught him and now this, Renner was probably going to be insufferably awkward.

“After all that work to relax you, you tense right back up as soon as we’re done?” Quintus sighed and hugged Renner hard. “What are you thinking about?”

“McBride.”

“I make beautiful love to you and afterward you think of another man?” Quintus was only teasing, but Renner immediately apologized. He probably would have gone on, but Quintus cut him off by wrapping his hand around Renner’s prick. “Ah. From now on when I want silence, I’ll remember all I have to do is grab you here.”

“Or you could put your cock in my mouth,” Renner suggested. “That would work, too.”

“It could be difficult if we’re around the others.”

“Good point.”

Quintus kissed his neck and licked the scar, feeling a twitch in Renner’s prick when he did. “I love how exquisitely sensitive you are.”

“I feel like I’ve had an erection since the day you got here.”

“You have been fairly aroused.”

“You noticed?”

“It was difficult not to when you were leaning over me and tending to my leg.”

“Which is remarkably healed.”

“Okay, so it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be.” Quintus had gone down more from shock than pain, but when Renner came to his side, he decided to stay right where he was. “I know I should have said something, but I liked having you almost all to myself for a while.”

“I’m glad.”

“You are?”

“I wouldn’t have been very good at making up excuses to see you if you hadn’t been injured. Everyone would have known what was going on after my first mumbled excuse.”

“Don’t be upset that you’re not a good liar. I think it’s sweet that you get all nervous and excited around me.”

“I couldn’t even play out my own little fantasy.”

“You will. And again, it was me who messed it up. You just looked so tormented that if I would have kept going, I would have felt like the worst kind of bully.”

“Aw, you’re sweet on me!”

“I am. And I fear it’s a terminal condition.”

“And you’ve probably infected me with it.”

“Probably?”

“Definitely.”

“Well, then the only thing to be done is to have sex daily if not more often.”

“And that will cure it?”

“No, there’s no cure, but we can treat the outbreaks.”