La Maison 2: Differences (Complete: BDSM mxm)

January 11

A/N: so I've been thinking about the final version of this story, for publication, and I'm thinking I might change it to third person (still with changing perspectives/povs). What do people think of that?

Nikolai

I'm really happy when Landon asks if I want to do some more training with him. It's been less than a week but I've thought about that night a lot. I never thought I'd find myself in this position, training to be a submissive, letting men use my body for pleasure; for so many reasons. I don't even know why I didn't hesitate when Master François suggested; or, I do, I was led by an overwhelming frisson, but it was an alien desire, and, even since my training began, it has felt strange, this need to genuflect to another.

Master François is strict, and, although he is caring as well, it is an abstract kind of care. It leaves me feeling safe, and I trust him, but it does nothing for my heart or even my head. I adhere to his rules because it is necessary, but not because I have an innate desire to do so. I have stayed, and continued to behave, because it is what I need to do at this time. I'm at my goal, I merely have to cross the finish line.

But after that night with Landon, I feel differently. When I knelt by him in waiting, I was expecting the usual boredom; focusing on holding my shoulders correctly, keeping my knees spread, wrists crossed behind my back. But when he spoke to me his eyes held something. A pleasure at me subjugating myself before him. Perhaps Master François and the other Dominants he's had me practicing my positions for had a similar pleasure at my obedience, but it was different in Landon's eyes. I don't want to say it was as if he could see me, and not just a submissive, because that would be ridiculous. So I have just allowed the fact that there was something that I found pleasant.

I can't qualify how I felt when he took me into his playroom and tormented me for hours. It's not something I've ever experienced. Master François has toyed with me many times during his training, allowed me to experience facets of the sex acts that are common in the lifestyle; bringing me, or allowing me to bring myself, to orgasm many times; used toys and his fingers to penetrate me, had me use my mouth on his penis. So the torment that Landon put me through might have been no different to that, except, somehow, it was. The merest of each of his touches seemed to send me into the stratosphere, bringing pleasure I didn't know was possible. And when he penetrated me, filling me so completely, I thought I was about to cry at the overwhelming sense of completion it gave me. I feel some slight shame that I didn't tell him he was the first, suspecting that my inexperience would show in my lack of knowledge about what to do with my body, and perhaps that's why I like the bindings so much.

"Has Master François told you how much longer until he certifies you, Nikki?" I like his easy use of my nickname, it sounds nice falling from his mouth.

"He suggested two more weeks, Sir," I tell him. "He wants Dae and I to perform publicly as part of the ceremony."

"He does?" I can't define that lilt in Landon's voice; perhaps he's annoyed. Master François did admit it wasn't that usual, but he thought we'd work well together and that he could put a show together that took advantage of my strength and Dae's slight frame.

"He did say he would need to have us work with a Dominant for it. So we could practice. Actually, Sir-" I'm not sure I can ask this, if it reveal something that will make him uncomfortable.

"May I do the show with you, Nikki?" My heart sings at him pre-empting my need and I can't help the huge smile.

"Would you, Sir? I would appreciate that a great deal."

"Dae is working with Master Chase, isn't he? Perhaps he'll help too. But, now, let's just keep getting to know each other's bodies."

I am more than happy to do that, and drop to my knees on his instruction, releasing him from his jeans. We're in his playroom, and he had me strip as soon as I came in, but he's dressed more casually than I've ever seen him, and looks incredibly sexy, with the denim hugging his muscular thighs and emphasizing his incredible butt. He lets me suck him freely, never grabbing my head to force me down on him, which I really appreciate. It's not that I didn't enjoy Master François using my throat and forcing me to gag – in fact I liked it a lot – but I was concerned it wasn't really teaching me anything because I never had chance. In contrast, Landon lets me slide him to the back of my mouth until I take a breath and adjust my positioning so he can enter my throat, where I can massage him by swallowing. It also gives me an opportunity to grope my fingers on that backside of his, not that they can penetrate the solid muscle.