A Place for Cliff (4 page)

Since they had begun their sessions, Cliff had watched him almost as acutely as Pyotr watched Cliff, but unlike himself, the young lad wasn’t sure what he wanted to do about it. Pyotr knew exactly what he wanted to do with the young man,
in due time
. For now he decided a little show of eye candy might help him along.

He dropped down in the comfy chair across from the restrained man on his wall and casually began to press along the hard ridge of flesh that bulged under his jeans with the heel of his hand. He shifted further down in the chair, legs stretched out, tan feet peeking out from the legs of faded denim. He dropped his head half back against the chair, eyes locked on his reluctant submissive.

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying you.” Pyotr slowly unzipped his pants his fingers slipping under the fabric to tease his erection some more.

“And you’re going to do it in front of me?” Cliff dropped his gaze unsure if he could, or should watch.

“Precisely.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you doing anything. I want you to surrender your self control for just a moment. Trust that I will keep you safe and make the right decisions for you while you are here under my care.”

Cliff thrashed against the shackles, but they didn’t budge. “And I have to be chained to the wall for that?”

Pyotr pushed up from his chair dragging his briefs down til they tucked under the tight sacks under his cock. He stepped up and leaned in til his lips were just a breath away from Cliff’s ear, “Yes.” He moved to his other side doing the same to his other ear, teasing him with the warmth of his breath, “And as you watch me pleasure myself, you’re going to tell me what turns you on. And what it is you want.”

Cliff’s head rolled to catch a touch of Pyotr’s, “What does it matter what I want?”

There it was, one of the threads that needed to be done away with. Cliff’s beliefs that he could not have what he wanted. “Because this is about you. Even when—” he paused a moment then decided to rephrase that, “
Especially
when you are surrendered to me, it is about you. A master gets his pleasure from seeing to yours.”

“Are you saying you’re my Master?” his eyes coming up to find his.

“Right now while you are a captive on my wall? Yes, decidedly so.” Pyotr’s hand glided softly over his shaft not actually gripping it just enjoying the feathery touch for the moment. He was certain the scene would take some time, so he was prepared to stretch this out as long as he needed to. “What is it you want the most right now?”

Cliff swallowed hard; he could feel the hammering of his Adam’s apple in his throat. What he wanted was standing dangerously close to him right now. What he wanted was to be pressed up against him and not the wall. What he didn’t want was to be rejected. And right now that far out weighted what he wanted.

“Perhaps something smaller then. Something far easier to grant.” Pyotr offered, still standing so close Cliff could feel the heat of his body radiating against him. He shook his head trying to interpret what the man had just said to him, like he was a mind reader or something.

“What you need.” This time it was a command rather than a request and Cliff’s answer came stumbling out.

“A kiss.” He no sooner said it he looked away not wanting to see the mockery that would inevitably be on the other man’s face. To even suggest that the handsome and intelligent Pyotr Laszkovi might kiss him.

Pyotr was taken by surprise by the request. It had come sooner than he expected, but who was he to deny the man such a luxury of tasting those lips. And Cliff certainly had kissable lips. He caught Cliff’s jaw in the palm of his hand pulled him around and rushed in to kiss him. Soft pliable pairs of lips crushed together, he tilted his head twisting the moist embrace between them. Then opened his mouth and sucked on the young man’s lips to lure him to give in to it.

Time froze for what might have been an on in Cliff’s head before he realized Pyotr was actually kissing him, but once reality set in, he couldn’t ignore how wonderful it felt. The wet warmth of Pyotr’s lips sucking on his sent a shivering wave of something all the way down his body and fired off a pulse of something else in his cock. He tilted up to offer more of himself to the man and before he knew it he was trying to get his tongue inside Pyotr’s mouth before he lost the chance to taste him.

Pyotr responded, but it wasn’t to pull away. The alpha male sensed his needs and was instantly taking over again. Pyotr’s hand slipped behind Cliff’s head lifting him further and his tongue dove in.

Hunger let loose in Cliff’s mouth eating him alive and he was swimming in it. He let out a moan before he knew it was happening and then another. It felt like nothing he’d ever had and he hoped like hell it never ended.
Fuck breathing
. Even when Pyotr allowed him to catch a lung full of air with a gasp his lips returned to consume it. What Pyotr delivered was anything but subtle or gradual. Once he asked, he got the full flavor of his request and when Pyotr finally released his mouth his entire body went up in flames to have more. His eyes fell down to the erection that pointed up at him, caught up in the sight of clear fluids coming from the slit.

“What’s on your mind?” Pyotr asked.

Without looking, he knew from the tone Pyotr wanted him to say what he saw. “How do you know this is right for me?” Cliff dodged the answer that was expected of him.

“Because you’re taking this rather well. You’re quiet calm.”

“Can I have my hands back then?”

“Why? Do you want to touch me?”

Cliff couldn’t think of anything else but. But it was more than a touch he wanted he wanted to experience it. “I don’t know—yes—maybe.” He shied away. He couldn’t let himself admit to what he wanted. It was still too new.

“You need to be certain.” Pyotr’s hand hovered over the shaft of red flesh standing up out of his jeans, brushing against it lightly with the heel of his hand. Letting Cliff watch further. Letting him relax to the view.

Cliff closed his eyes, fighting what he wanted. It would be so much easier if he could just surrender in the heat of the moment once on the other side it could be what it was. “Why can’t I just let things happen?”

“Because letting things happen usually begets the panicking thoughts of—
how did I let this happen
—later
,
which then turns to regret.” Pyotr could see the quivering movement in the young man’s mouth, as the gears in his head shifted about trying to formulate a response that would both get him what he desired without having to face it head on. A matter Pyotr had no intentions of allowing him to do. He took the choice away from him. “Tonight you’ll settle for watching. You’ve had your kiss, the rest will come later.” He took Cliff’s jaw in his hand and turned him to look into his face, “When you are ready.”

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VISIT #5

“I don’t know if I can handle just being a sub.” Cliff shook his head as he hovered at the edge of the room, the hallway directly behind him. A popular location at the start of their scenes together lately. The position told Pyotr, standing here at the edge of space, he was ready to bolt at the first sign of his own big bang creation.

“That’s only because you’ve never had anyone to be there for you. Right now you do. And when we finish here, your strength will be restored as well as your control. When you leave you will continue to be the master of your home.”

Cliff’s eyes flickered out at him, from under passive brows. Pyotr could see it in him, the fear that once turned over he’d never have the strength to restore himself. Being in control for Kimmi and his self depravation were the only threads holding the rest of him together.

Pyotr pulled a cushion from the sofa and dropped it to the floor at his feet, “Come sit here.” Cliff moved slow but obediently, kneeling down between Pyotr’s legs.

“You're ready for this. From now on when you’re with me. I will be in control. There is nothing in the world that is your responsibility in this very moment. When you are with me I am in charge.” When he said that the young man seemed to nearly collapse. All the tension and strength washed away as Cliff slumped against his leg, his head resting comfortably over Pyotr’s thigh and he let out a hard sigh of relief as if he had been waiting all his life for someone to say
that
exact thing to him.

Pyotr ran his fingers through the thick tuffs of dirty blonde hair. He loved how it felt in his hands, thick and soft, not silky or covered in a stiff hair product. It was also rather amusing to play with since it was always in a disheveled mess that no matter what looked incredibly cute on him.

“Do you remember what we did last scene?”

Cliff nodded.

“Did you think about it more when you left?”

Bluish grey eyes blinked up at him and Pyotr could see, like himself, he probably had thought of little else over the last three days. “What is it you want today?”

Bluish grey eyes disappeared.

“Again think in steps, rather than the whole package. A smaller portion of what you want makes it easier to ask for it.” Pyotr guided him to feel out the new territory of asking for the pleasures he wanted. Just simply allowing himself to want them. He could feel some small amount of tension in the young man, but he also felt Cliff pressing his face into his thigh and for a moment he thought he could feel the young man’s lips as they mouthed a kiss against his pant leg.

“I expect an answer Cliff.” Pyotr demanded hoping to get a response while he was caught in the moment.

“I want to feel you pressed against me.” He dared himself to finally say it out loud, but it still came out in a whisper.

Pyotr shifted in the chair. He wanted to do far more than just press up against the young man, but like Cliff, he found himself continually having to remind himself, small steps. He just had to make sure his own body cooperated with that. He sat quietly, still stroking through the lad’s hair letting Cliff just sit and accept what he had asked for before they actually got up and did anything about it. Cliff had verbalized his needs, now Pyotr was in charge and would take things in a stride as he saw fit for his new submissive.

After sitting for a bit he offered Cliff some coffee. He nodded compliance, but was hesitant.

“Out with it. I won’t have you withholding anything from me.”

“I prefer tea—” Cliff stalled in his honesty. “It’s kinda like a comfort food for me.” He didn’t dare say why, but he hadn’t lied that he did prefer tea. He didn’t use to, but they discovered early on that tea helped Kimmi’s stomach before and after a meal so she was less likely to get sick. He’d just grown accustomed to drinking it over coffee. Besides coffee gave him the jitters and that was one thing he didn’t need more of on any given day.

Pyotr smiled, “Tea it is then.”

After he got the water started he called Cliff into the kitchen. He leaned back against the counter and commanded Cliff to stand in front of him. Turning him so his back was to him, Pyotr then pulled him to lean against his chest, where he began to touch him. Just slow caresses of his broad hands over Cliff’s chest and belly. He stroked down his thighs and back up to do it all over again. “Tonight is just about us getting close. But we’re not going to do anything, but touch. Do you understand?”

Cliff twisted looking over his shoulder. He could not explain it, but he didn’t need all this preliminary stuff, he already knew he wanted to be his lover. At the first touch though soft and slow, his body zinged for more of it. Had him stirring and surrendering at the same time. “What if I’m ready? What if I would like for us to do more?”

Pyotr pulled Cliff’s face around more so he could take a good look at the young man he intended to make his lover. Something in his eyes—yes he did seem ready, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t back fire later. He smiled warmly, “That’s good, but I’m in charge right now and as I said we won’t be doing anything tonight.” The disappointment in Cliff’s eyes was all too evident and he just couldn’t leave that unmended. His arm moved up Cliff's back til it caught him around his neck and pulled him in and kissed him. Like everything else he did, he kissed Cliff in a slow stride, his tongue pushing deep til it found his and held him just like his arms held the young man’s body. He felt Cliff melt in his possession.

His free hand moved over him, taking in the sensation of every curve and ripple of Cliff’s body. Burning the man’s shape to his memory, ensuring that even in the dark he could kiss every part of him in just the right way.

Pyotr pulled on his hips crushing Cliff’s buttocks against his erection and nuzzled into the back of Cliff’s head. He took a deep inhale of the young man’s scent. He hadn’t even taken him yet and already he knew he was hooked, but there was still one matter between them that needed to be covered. He certainly couldn’t expect an honest answer from the lad while he was palming up his shaft.

He pressed into the young man’s head nuzzling deeper into him, but the hand that stroked him stilled, “Do you know how old I am, Cliff?” Already he felt a twinge of regret, fearful the young man who’d taken first seat in his mind might reject him, because of the considerable age difference.

“Don’t you dare.” Cliff shot a heated glare over his shoulder at him. “If you’re about to bring up some issue about age difference, I don’t want to hear it, cause I don’t care. I want you no matter how old you might be and I want you now.” He pushed back some and turned to face him off squarely, “That you’re just like any other doctor, making me wait on you, is hard enough, but don’t you dare try to tell me I’m too young to want to be in your bed. You’re fucking me and that’s it!” Cliff finished his proclamation off with a stout movement of his arms crossing over his chest, accentuating his bratty persona.

Pyotr laughed into the back if his neck, reveling in the warmth and his soon to be lover’s erupting pushiness. Guess that did away with all the smaller requests. “
Shejtan
.”

“Come to think of it, if that’s what’s holding us up then I think you should just push on and let us get past it.” Cliff dared another rhetoric in hopes he might actually goad the man into breaking the pace. His heart skipped several beats when Pyotr snared his hips and yanked him into his body.