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  He gulped.

  “That’s what I thought.” I nodded sharply toward the plush carpet at our feet. “Get on your knees.”

  He obeyed immediately, kneeling in front of me and watching my eyes the whole time.

  “Good.” I stepped closer and ran my fingers through his hair. It was always so perfectly arranged at work, as if he spent hours on it and would’ve been pissed if someone messed it up, and here he was on his knees, not protesting in the slightest as I methodically de-styled his hair. Oh yes. Dominating a man like him—a powerful, has-his-shit-together man like Rick Pierce—was going to be fucking fun.

  I moved a little closer, enough to encroach on his space. My erection was pushing against the front of my jeans just inches from him, and his eyes flicked toward it a couple of times.

  “I’m going to have so much fun with you.” I jerked my head toward my backpack on the floor. “Get my bag.”

  He leaned to the side and grabbed the strap, which was just within his reach, and dragged the pack toward us. I crouched down, and as I unzipped the bag, he licked his lips. I hadn’t brought much—cuffs, some bondage tape, lube, condoms. There’d be plenty of opportunities to try out different toys. Tonight was still for feeling each other out, finding boundaries and figuring out if we were comfortable enough together to move on to the more fun stuff. And I hoped like hell we were—I’d already thought of lots of ways to tease and torment him.

  “So.” I glanced at the toys. “What do you have in mind for tonight?”

  He eyed me, not letting his eyes flick downward for even a second. “What do I have in mind?”

  I nodded.

  “You’re the Dom.” He moistened his lips. “The only thing I have in mind is whatever you tell me to do.”

  Oh, be still my beating heart.

  “Good,” I whispered. “Perfect.”

  He smiled, shifting a little.

  No, my beating heart wasn’t going to be still any time soon.

  “You really are a sub, aren’t you?”

  Rick nodded. “Very much so.”

  I touched his face again. “I get how and why you kept it out of sight at work, but looking at you now…” I grinned as he pressed against my palm. “I can’t believe I never even thought you had a side like this.”

  “I guess we’re all full of surprises.”

  “Did you think I was a Dom?”

  “I…” He swallowed. “I had my suspicions.”

  “Did you?”

  He nodded, his skin hissing against my fingertips. “Might not be obvious to someone who isn’t into kink, but I got that vibe the first time I met you.”

  We’d met well over a year ago. That whole time, he’d suspected I was a Dom? “Is that right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well.” I held the back of his neck, leaned in and kissed him. “Guess we should make up for lost time, shouldn’t we?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I kissed him once more before I stood, my knees and ankles cracking loudly and painfully.

  Note to self—getting a little too old to crouch like that for more than a few seconds.

  “So all that time you thought I was a Dom, did you ever think about what it would be like if we did this?”

  Rick nodded. “A few times.”

  “A few?”

  His cheeks colored. “Quite a few.”

  “What did you think about us doing?”

  “A lot of things.” He licked his lips. “Fucking. Playing with…” He looked down at the bag of toys in front of him. “That kind of stuff definitely figured in.”

  “Anything in particular?”

  Barely whispering, he said, “Handcuffs.”

  I leaned down and hooked a finger in the set of silver cuffs and lifted it so it was dangling in front of his face. “You like being cuffed?”

  “Very much so.”

  “You know that means you’re completely at my mercy, right? Kneeling, with your hands bound?”

  Rick nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

  And you like it, don’t you? God, where have you been all my life?

  “I don’t have one with me tonight,” I said, “but I think I’d enjoy putting a spreader bar between your ankles.”

  Rick squirmed, as if he were trying and failing not to shiver.

  “Would you like that?”

  Another nod.

  “Answer—”

  “Yes.” He pulled in a breath and sat straighter. “I’d like that. A lot.”

  “Good. For tonight, though, these will have to do.” I flipped the cuffs up into my hand, letting them clink and jingle, and Rick squirmed again. “Safe word is red. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  I stood upright and stepped around behind him, pausing to rub my knee gingerly because being forty-five sucks, and then opened the cuffs. Carefully, I closed one cuff around his wrist and paused, waiting for any signs of distress or uncertainty. When he gave none, I cuffed the other. Once everything was secure, I let go, and his bound hands settled on his lower back, fingers curled but not fisted.

  “If those get too tight or you start losing feeling, you know what to do.”

  He nodded. “Safe word.”

  “Good.” I ran my fingers through his dark hair. “And your safe word is…?”

  “Red.”

  “Perfect.”

  I came around and stood in front of him, and for a moment, I just gazed at him. God, he was gorgeous. On his knees. Cuffed. Watching me intently.

  My mouth watered—there was something unspeakably hot about making a man kneel in his own castle. All he needed now was a cock between those beautiful lips, and this would be perfect

  And fortunately, that was something that could be arranged.

  I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As I pulled out my uncomfortably hard erection, Rick watched, as if mesmerized, and I could only imagine the things going through his mind.

  I stroked myself in front of him, close enough to almost touch his lips. “You know, this is all I’m going to be able to think about on Monday.”

  His eyes flicked back and forth from my cock to my face. “Me too.”

  “Supposed to be building models. Just gonna be thinking about you sitting like this, itching to suck my dick.”

  His breath hitched, and he stared up at me, eyes wide.

  “That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?” I asked.

  Rick nodded, and quickly added, “I want to do whatever you tell me to.”

  “Good save.”

  His eyes grew even wider, this time with panic.

  “Relax.” I smoothed his hair with my free hand. “You can tell me what you want to do. I just decide if you get to do it.”

  “Oh. Okay.” He swallowed. “For the record, I…” He glanced at my cock, and I swore I could feel his mouth watering as he added, “I do want to suck your dick.”

  “Well, as it happens…” I steadied myself with one hand, rested the other on the back of his head and stopped with just the head of my cock between his lips. He made no attempt to come forward and take more, instead waiting patiently for me to give him more.

  Slowly, carefully, I pushed past his lips. He immediately went to town on me, licking and teasing. As much as I loved the things he could do with his hands, this was spectacular—fucking his mouth while he knelt, hands cuffed behind his back. His shoulders twitched and pulled, as if he were fighting the cuffs.

  I gripped his hair, holding him perfectly still, and slid deeper, careful not to challenge his gag reflex.

  Though he couldn’t move, his lips and tongue weren’t restricted at all, and my God, he used them. He swirled his tongue. Tightened his lips. Relaxed them. Tightened them again. When his eyes flicked up to meet mine, his brow pinched like he was silently asking “Is this good? Is this right?”, my knees threatened to buckle. In no time, I’d gone from turned on to struggling to keep my orgasm at bay.

  “You’re so good at this,” I slurred. “Jesus, Rick…�
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  He groaned softly and redoubled his efforts, and staying in control was suddenly a hell of a lot harder than it was supposed to be.

  I rocked my hips a little faster. “You ready for me to come?”

  This time, his groan was more than I could handle. The sound and the vibration, the palpable eagerness—I didn’t even try to fight it.

  “Oh fuck,” I ground out as the first surge almost toppled me over. “Keep… Holy shit, Rick…”

  He didn’t let up at all. He kept licking and teasing right up until I stopped him with a hand on his forehead and withdrew from his mouth. He caught every drop too, swallowing it down and running his tongue across his lips as if to make sure he hadn’t missed any.

  “Jesus.” The room spun around me. Hands shaking and heart thumping, I fixed my clothes. As I caught my breath, I blinked my eyes into focus.

  And there he was, still kneeling, still rock hard in his pants, his lips shining and his face flushed. Deliciously submissive, visibly turned on and ready for a well-deserved orgasm.

  I crouched in front of him again, ignoring the vague ache in my centuries-old joints, and unzipped his jeans. With him in that position, it was a challenge, but I gently freed his rock-hard dick and wrapped my fingers around it.

  “Shit,” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut.

  “Don’t come until I say. Understood?”

  He tilted his head back and mouthed a curse before he murmured, “Y-yes.”

  As long as he’d bared all that skin, I couldn’t possibly resist, so I leaned in to kiss his neck.

  Rick moaned. “Oh my God…”

  My sentiments exactly. Everything about him—his voice, his hot flesh against my lips, the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d so enthusiastically given me—drove me wild, and I fully intended to return the favor.

  I kissed his throat again and whispered, “You give amazing head, Rick.”

  His cock stiffened in my hand. “Th-thank you.”

  “I’m supposed to be thinking of all kinds of ways to fuck with you.” I pressed my teeth into his skin, just enough to make him gasp. “Could tie you up. Send you into space. But I love fucking with you like this too. Do you like this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Can’t wait to do more, though. So many things I can do with toys.” I exhaled across his neck. “But just watching the way you obey me when I tell you not to come, even though I know you want to”—I squeezed his cock—“turns me on like nothing else.”

  He moaned, the cuffs protesting, as if he were pulling on them in a futile effort to get free. His hips could barely move in this position, but damn, he tried, pushing his cock into my fist.

  “I can’t wait to see you tied up,” I breathed. “Not just cuffed, but completely immobile.” I squeezed a little harder, and when he groaned, I added, “So I can do anything I want to you. Would you like that?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  “So many things I could do. I could spend hours trying new things on you.”

  “Oh God…”

  “I can’t fucking wait.” I kissed the side of his neck. “You’ll be in tears by the time I’m done with you.”

  “Holy…”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “So. Much.”

  “Good.” I nipped his earlobe, and then whispered, “Now come.”

  Not even a second later, a full-body shudder rocked him, and he came, burying his head against the side of my neck and moaning as semen coated my hand and forearm.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed. His hips were still jerking, his body trembling against mine. When I slowed my hand, he sighed against my shoulder. “Fuck…”

  “You earned that,” I whispered. “I can already tell you’re going to be a perfect sub.”

  Rick just whimpered.

  I got up—fuck these knees—and cleaned off my arm. Then I moved behind him to undo the cuffs, and once he was free, I gently guided him to his feet. This time, it was his knee that cracked audibly. A second later, the other did.

  “Fucking joints,” he muttered, and winced as he took a step.

  “I know the feeling. You all right?”

  He nodded. “I’m good.”

  To be sure, I wrapped my arm around his waist, and together, we moved toward his bed, both of us sounding a lot older than we actually were. Snapping, cracking and popping all the way, we climbed into his bed and lay back on the pillows.

  He closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over his face. “Holy shit.”

  “You all right?”

  “Oh yeah.” His eyelids slid open. “Haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

  “Neither have I.” I kissed him gently. “And tomorrow night, I intend to make us feel even better. Especially since I want to bring you back to my place. I want you and all my toys in the same room.”

  Rick gulped. “God, yes.”

  I traced the contours of his abs, his skin hot and his heart pounding beneath my touch. “Only problem is, I don’t even know where to start. Tie you? Fuck you? Maybe flog you a little?”

  He bit his lip and wriggled beneath my touch. “Anything.”

  “Maybe you should come over early, then. So we have plenty of time.”

  Rick nodded vigorously. “Whenever you want me there.”

  How about now? Right fucking now?

  “Tell you what.” I slid my hand downward, and as I ran a finger along his groin, making him gasp, I said, “At the end of tonight, we’ll decide when we’ll meet tomorrow. Because then I’ll know if either of us will still be able to walk.”

  He met my gaze, eyes wide.

  I stroked his balls lightly. “Did you think we were done tonight?”

  “I was hoping we weren’t.”

  “Oh. Don’t you worry. We’re not.”

  Chapter Six

  My house wasn’t much compared to Rick’s, but that was hardly going to be a surprise for either of us.

  After I’d showed him around briefly, I took him to the basement door. “Just so you know,” I said, “this is the only one between here and the front door that locks, and that’s only so my kids don’t stumble across anything.” I opened and closed it a few times. “It’s unlocked now, and it’ll stay that way.” Gesturing down the stairs, I added, “The door to the actual room closes but doesn’t lock. You can leave any time.”

  Rick nodded. “Good to know.”

  Our eyes met. If he was nervous, he didn’t let it show.

  I started down the stairs. All the way down, I couldn’t help grinning—I always got a little thrill out of bringing someone into my “dungeon” for the first time.

  At the dungeon door, I turned around and gestured at a small table pushed up against the wall. “You can leave your clothes there.”

  Rick tensed. “I beg your pardon?”

  I nodded toward the table. “Leave your clothes there.”

  He watched me for a second and then started unbuttoning his shirt. My cock hardened as Rick stripped off his clothes. He worked quickly, neatly folding them and tucking his tennis shoes under the table.

  “Good.” I put my hands on his sides and lifted my chin to kiss him gently. “Nervous?”

  “A little.”

  “Still want to do this?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Thought so.” I pulled him into another kiss. His skin was hot even through my clothes, his cock thickening between us. I was already hard just from watching him undress, and the longer I kissed him, the more I debated fucking him right out here in the hallway. Or putting him down on his knees and fucking his mouth again. Jesus, that mouth of his. So talented. So eager.

  I pushed myself off him before I got too carried away, and reached for the door. As I did, I flashed him a grin. “Welcome to the dungeon.”

  He gulped, and I pushed open the door.

  I went in first, gesturing for him to follow me, and quietly let him take in his surroundings.

  I’d never been fond of the dungeons that show
ed up in pornos. They were always cold and sparse with a lot of bare wood and concrete, like something that could double as a horror movie set. That just wasn’t the ambiance I wanted. After half a decade of work, my basement/dungeon was my ideal place for kinky scenes.

  The atmosphere was nothing like any other dungeon I’d been to, and exactly like I wanted it. The floors were covered with thick, black mats, the kind weightlifters used to keep from denting the gym floor. I did have one small area of bare concrete, but that was only really used to punish submissives who’d misbehaved and needed to kneel on a cold, hard surface until they were ready to try again. Everywhere else, though, I preferred some padding in case someone stumbled or collapsed. And, hell, I wanted to be comfortable too—concrete was murder on the knees, especially if I had to be on my feet for any length of time, which I usually did.

  The windows had all been covered so the neighbors couldn’t see in, but I’d had false windows painted on the walls. Judging by the number of subs who’d eyed those “windows” during scenes, the illusion had the intended effect—making them feel exposed and in full view of anyone who happened by. Of course, if a sub was truly uncomfortable with that, the false windows could be covered as well, but I’d had quite a few who liked it. Some who really got off on it—on being naked, tied, fucked and believing that at any moment, someone could see them like that.

  Along the walls were cupboards where I kept everything from bondage tape to bandages, not to mention an ample supply of lube and condoms. A case of bottled water, a first aid kit, lotions and massage oils—I had everything down here. We could survive the apocalypse and never run out of entertainment.

  I was quiet for a while, letting Rick take in his surroundings and the vulnerability of standing here naked in a room like this. He was still obviously turned on, but he was difficult to read aside from his wide eyes.

  Finally, he took a breath. “This is impressive.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’ve got a little of everything, don’t you?”

  “I’ve been accumulating it for a few years. Amazing how quickly a handful of toys turns into”—I gestured at the racks—“that.”

  “Sounds like me with books.” He chuckled. “A little stack suddenly turned into a library that has even bigger stacks on the floor because I’ve run out of room.”