Make Me Soar (25 page)

Yeah, easier said than done.

He opened his eyes, and Alan nodded. “You’ve healed quickly, but I’m not going to do anything that would hurt you.” He smiled, and then, his finger still inside Dorian, he leaned over and kissed him, a tender brushing of lips before demanding entrance with his tongue, slow and deliberate.

The kiss was as arousing as his finger.

Alan broke the kiss, and Dorian groaned inwardly when he pulled free of Dorian’s body. He held up the massager.

“This wonderful little gadget has a dual purpose.” He pointed to the curve, where tiny knobs of silicone protruded. “This bit fits against the perineum, massaging the prostate from the outside.” He pressed the head of the massager against Dorian’s hole and gently,
so
gently, slid it into him until the curve was snug against his body.

Dorian moaned at the sensation, especially when it nudged his gland and his cock began to fill. He took several long, even breaths.

Alan’s eyes shone with approval. “That’s my Dorian.” He waited until Dorian had himself under control, and then he pressed the button on the remote.

Dorian arched his back at that first double onslaught of vibration against his prostate.
Holy fuck.
It was bad enough having the massager inside him—
that
was enough to induce a hard-on—but the vibrations inside
and
out added a whole new dimension, turning up the heat and forcing him to work that much harder to control his urges.

The vibrations died away, and Dorian looked up at Alan, holding his breath.

Alan gazed down at him. “And now we’ll begin.” He leaned over the bottom of the bed and brought out a long feather before slipping something small and shiny into his jeans pocket.

Dorian stared at him.
Begin?
Hadn’t they already begun? Then he thought about it. A
feather
? How bad could
that
be?

Alan returned to his side, the remote still in his hand. “That was only the lowest setting, by the way. It has six more levels.”

Dorian gulped. This was quite possibly going to be the death of him.

A
LAN
TRIED
not to smirk when he saw the expression of sheer panic on Dorian’s face. “Ready?” he said in as innocent a tone as he could muster.

“Yes, Sir.” Only this time, Dorian sounded a whole lot less confident.

“Good.” He put the feather down on the sheet next to Dorian and swiftly removed the nipple clamps from his pocket. Without giving Dorian time to react, he leaned over and sucked a nipple, making it wet and taut before attaching the silvery clamp. Then he repeated the process with the other. Dorian grunted in surprise, his eyes widening as the clamps bit down. Alan didn’t intend leaving them on for long, just enough time to get them nice and sensitive.

He picked up the feather and moved it briskly under Dorian’s chin. The lad chuckled.

“That tickles.”

Alan beamed. “Oh, really? And does it still tickle when I do this?” He dragged the stiff end of the feather as slowly as possible down the center of Dorian’s belly. Dorian let out a whimper, and Alan repeated the motion in reverse, moving slowly toward his nipple. Quickly he removed the clamp and then dragged the feather over the taut nub.

Dorian let out a low moan, and Alan pressed the button on the remote. The effect was instantaneous. Dorian’s hips jolted, and he trembled, his dick rising into the air, pointing straight at Alan.

He grinned. “Now, how can I be expected to ignore something as tempting as that?” And then he bent over Dorian’s groin, taking his cock into his mouth and sliding down it. Dorian’s resultant groan was louder this time, and Alan pressed the remote again. Dorian thrust up into his mouth, thighs shaking, and Alan sucked him hard before pulling free. He removed the second clamp and repeated the motion with the feather, playing with the levels on the remote with his thumb.

Dorian howled. “Oh fucking
hell
!” His dick jerked, waving in the air, and he pulled against his restraints, the muscles in his upper arms tight.

“Such language,” Alan said with a grin. “Mind you, I did say there could be a few expletives, didn’t I?” And with that he bent over once more and went down on Dorian, this time moving up and down on his dick, lips tight on the upstroke, looser on the downstroke.

“Lightning!” Dorian was panting, a light sheen of sweat covering his chest.

Alan pulled off, gaze going instantly to his submissive’s face. Dorian locked eyes on him, lips parted in a soundless cry, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“A bit better? Can you continue?”

Dorian nodded and then added, “Yes, Sir.” He dragged air into his lungs in long breaths.

Alan beamed at him. “Good boy.” He put the feather aside and concentrated on worshiping Dorian’s cock with his mouth. Every time the lad moaned, Alan turned up the juice, until Dorian was trembling all over and leaking precome.

“You’re a fucking
sadist
!” Dorian yelled as his body was jolted once more, and he sagged back onto the mattress, breathing heavily.

Alan put his hand to his chest and gave him a wide smile. “Oh, you say the nicest things!” He was having
way
too much fun with this. Dorian let out a low growl when he pressed the remote yet again.

Alan knew Dorian didn’t have much more fight left in him, and he wondered just how far he could push him before he safeworded. He gave the lad a moment to catch his breath, leaned over Dorian’s face, and slowly lowered himself until their mouths met. Dorian matched his heated kiss with equal hunger and urgent need, tongue exploring Alan’s mouth.

“Mmm,” Alan murmured appreciatively. “Your lips taste as good as your cock.”

Dorian groaned into his mouth, and Alan pressed the remote, swallowing Dorian’s cry as he rocked up off the bed, dick like steel against his belly. Alan broke the kiss and moved back to gaze at Dorian’s shaft.

“Uh-oh, I spy precome.” He bent over and lapped it up, the taste slightly sweet. He turned his head and smiled at Dorian. “Delicious.” Then he flicked the remote to its highest level and pressed the button.

“
Thunder
!” The word exploded from Dorian’s lips, and he shuddered uncontrollably, the breath leaving his body in staccato bursts, punctuated by shocks rippling through him.

Alan stopped dead and carefully eased the massager from Dorian’s body, which held it tight within him. Then he undid the cuffs at his ankles and wrists, freeing him from the restraints. Dorian’s gaze never left him. His breathing hitched, his chest heaving. Tears appeared at the corners of his eyes.

“Please,” he begged, “please, let me come.” His eyes pleaded with Alan. “Sir,
please
!”

Alan leaned over him and kissed him on the lips. He looked Dorian in the eye. “No,” he said softly. Dorian’s lip trembled, but he said nothing.

He stroked Dorian’s cheek. “Tell me why you safeworded.”

Dorian was still shaking. “I had to… I didn’t want to come, because I knew you’d be d-disappointed in me.” His face fell. “But I couldn’t make it.”

Alan held his face tenderly. “You didn’t fail me, Dorian.” He kissed him on the mouth. “You didn’t come, and that was the goal. There’s no shame in safewording, not if you were pushed beyond what you could endure.”

Dorian sighed. “I wanted to come so badly.”

Alan stroked his hair. “I know.” He stayed beside Dorian, caressing him until the lad’s breathing had become less erratic and the flush had died away from his chest. His dick had already begun to soften. Once Alan was satisfied that all was well, he met Dorian’s gaze. “And now you’re going to get up, have a quick shower, and then come downstairs and we’ll prepare lunch.” He glanced toward Dorian’s semirigid cock. “Once we’ve got the cage back on you, of course.”

Dorian’s mouth fell open, but no words escaped. He simply gaped at Alan, and the effect was so comical that Alan had to turn away before he laughed out loud.

“You’d better work on getting that erection to wilt, lad,” he called over his shoulder as he exited the room. He didn’t dare look back in case one glance at Dorian’s expression brought him too close to losing it.

Dorian’s soft, resigned, “Yes, Sir,” reached his ears as he went down the stairs.

Alan was
so
proud of him.

L
UNCH
WAS
finished, and Dorian was stretched out on the couch, laptop balanced on his knee while he carried on with his proofreading. It might have been easier to sit at the kitchen table, but the lounge was the warmest room in the house. Alan kept the fire stoked all day.

Concentrating on the manuscript was proving difficult. His mind kept diverting him back to their scene, the sound of his own breathing, the feel of Alan’s finger inside him, those vibrations that sent him perilously close to coming…. The cage was tight around his stiffening dick, and Dorian closed his eyes, trying to shut out the mental images.

“Everything okay there?”

Dorian glanced across the warm room to where Alan was sitting in the armchair, also working at a small table. “Yes, fine,” he lied. Alan’s wry expression told him the Dom probably knew
exactly
what was going on in his head right then. Dorian wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of gloating. “Just thinking about stuff.”

“Oh, ‘
stuff.
’” Alan was definitely smirking now.

Dorian shook his head and went back to his screen. He was about two thirds of the way through the book, and it was still holding him. He loved being able to see the two characters’ thoughts and feelings, the way their relationship was building steadily to….

Oh, fuck
.

Dorian stared at the page. So far there’d been little in the way of sex scenes, and he’d come to the conclusion that Alan wrote sweet, warm, fuzzy love stories.

That theory went to hell when the two main characters began undressing one another in a frenzy on the stairs, leading to the hottest fucking Dorian had ever read. It was explicit, it was sensual, and it was turning him on. His cheeks grew hot, his stomach clenched, and his breathing quickened.
Oh my God, the way he writes….
The scene left nothing to the imagination. Dorian was
there
, standing in that hallway while Neil forced Dan facedown on the stairs, watching him ream Dan’s arse, cock thrusting into that tight hole, listening to the dirty talk that poured out of Neil’s mouth and the moans escaping Dan’s lips. He could
hear
the scrabble of Dan’s fingers against the wooden stair,
see
his dick pressed up against it, hard and wet with precome….

Dorian did his best not to let it get to him, but as the chapter progressed and the scene lengthened, he was in hell. His shaft swelled, and he winced. He closed the laptop, hands shaking.

Alan gazed at him quizzically. “Something wrong?”

Dorian gaped at him. “You might have fucking
warned
me!”

Alan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “About what?”

Dorian gestured toward the laptop. “That! Neil and Dan… on the stairs….”

“Ah.” Alan grinned. “Their first time. Yes, it was rather explosive.”

“Explosive?” Dorian shook his head in disbelief. “That is possibly the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever read, and that’s saying something. You don’t pull any punches when you write sex scenes, do you?”

Something undecipherable flickered across Alan’s face. He gave a half smile. “My readers like it when I write hot sex.” The smile widened. “Wait until you come to the scene in the gay club.”

Dorian opened his eyes wide. “Do you
have
any idea how much this is turning me on? And with the cock cage, that amounts to sheer torture.”

Alan smirked, and Dorian let out a low growl.

“I mean it! I’m in pain here.” He shook his head once more. “I was
so
right about you, wasn’t I? You’re a fucking
sadist
.”

Alan slowly closed his laptop and sat back, gaze locked on Dorian, lips pressed together, fingers laced together over his belly.

And just like that, Dorian felt the mood shift. Something was wrong.

“I believe I made it clear to you what I expected from you,” Alan began, enunciating clearly. “I stipulated that you were to be polite at all times, and I made specific mention that there was to be no swearing. When we’re in a scene, that’s one thing. I like hearing your honest reactions. But this is different.”

With a shock Dorian realized Alan was deadly serious. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I… I got carried away. I don’t usually swear like that.” Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t recall hearing Alan swear much, if at all.

Alan’s smile was sad. “Thank you for the apology.” He fell silent, regarding Dorian thoughtfully.

Dorian’s stomach churned. He had a sinking feeling there was more to come. He’d been a submissive for long enough to know there was a punishment on the horizon. To his surprise, what was uppermost in his mind was the knowledge that he’d disappointed Alan.