This is gonna be a very smutty book. hehehe.
but I know you guys have perfected the blank faces (iykyk)
Pairings we cann't get over.
[Pairing Requests are open. Mention in the comments section which couple you want.]
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Hours went by and we were lounging in the living room. I was checking the stack of magazines under his coffee table. He had one of those glass tables with space underneath for books or décor. I was surprised he hadn't told me to go, or given me a hint. Maybe he actually liked spending time with me. Not just pounding me hard.
He was in front of me lying on the couch and I was sitting on one of the sofas. Both of us wearing nothing more than a T-shirt and our underwear.
I was checking out the magazines and noticed they were all leather and BDSM themed. You could say this is where he drew inspiration from. For me, they seemed a bit retro but I guess he liked the appeal.
"A lot of them are black haired... Ooh. I like this guy, look at his legs." I pointed to one of the boys in the pictures. Some strawberry blond guy was leaning on a table. He was wearing nothing more than some black boots and a leather fetish cap.
"Yeah...You could say I have a thing... for submissive boys..."
"So... did you bring any of them here?" I teased propping my feet on the coffee table and seeing him flinch.
"No...well...first put your dirty feet down..."
"You see... I never brought any of my subs here...." He looked at the window, lost in his memories.
"The other boys I had were perfect... It was me the one that needed to change..."
"What do you mean?" I asked leaving the magazine aside.
"Being the dom means, for most people, that it is you that holds all the power. When in reality, it's submission the ultimate form of control. As crazy as it sounds it is the sub or slave's decision to fulfill their master's wishes, thus they give you the power. They have the upper hand..."
"So...what happened then... with the guys before me?"
"All of them I met in BDSM groups, they chose me as their Master in a way... At that time, I was too inexperienced. I didn't know when to stop and could have ended up hurting someone if it weren't for safe words... My relationships never worked out."
"Before we met, I went to an event and saw a guy with his slave, he was walking with a dog mask on all fours. What caught my attention was the connection they had. Even if they were playing rough they would look into each other's eyes and know how far to go. You cannot fake that type of connection..."
"Last night, when I saw you throwing yourself at that guy... I just lost it and I knew I needed to do something..."
"Ming..." I dared saying his name...
"What I'm saying is would you like to be my boy for real? Something like an agreement. I've seen some people use contracts or chokers, but I thought a couple of rings could do the trick. We could talk about exclusivity... It would give us some guidelines and you could state what you want out of this relationship?"
He sounded like a crazy person at that point. I didn't know whether to run or stay, but for some reason, I got the feeling I got the upper hand. Perhaps he was right.
So...I just risked it. I wanted to see how far I could go. How badly did he want this?
"Ok, I'm game... I'll wear your ring or sign your contract if... you get on your knees and suck my cock."
"What?" He answered raising his eyebrows.
"I said get on your knees and suck my cock. I... do not like to repeat myself..." I quoted him and tried to sound confident. My legs were spread on the sofa.
... There was a moment of silence between us. I didn't dare break eye contact.
"Fine. If that's what it takes for you to be mine..." He replied in a calm voice.
I couldn't believe my eyes. When Ming, a 5ft9 guy dropped to his knees and approached me on all fours. He circled the coffee table to get to my chair and he looked up at me with his lewd black eyes. I had to contain a nervous smile. The whole situation was slowly turning me on. I didn't know there was this side to him.
"Sir, do you want me to use my hands or just my mouth?" He asked in a soft deep voice. To see him, a muscular guy handle me the power to control him, was something I wasn't used to.
I stood up and caressed his hair.
"You may use your hands..." I replied unsure of what I was doing. I still couldn't believe what was happening. I could swear there wasn't a dominant bone in me or so I thought.
Carefully, Ming pulled my white briefs down to my knees. My semi-hard cock was exposed. I had trimmed the blond hairs around it, and we had taken a shower last night so I was clean.
Sitting on his knees, his face was right in front of my meat. My average sized-cock was leaning to the left and the pink tip was glistening already. A few veins trailed around the shaft.
Right away, he went and grabbed it with his right hand. He began pulling the skin up and down. Each time he stroked it, his strong fingers rubbed the tip slightly. Shivers were going down my back. Precum was making my cock all shiny while he jerked me off. I began moaning almost immediately while closing my brown eyes in pleasure. I was feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement, as I had never been in that position with him. My heart was racing in my chest.
