New Leather (7 page)

“Yes sir.” Carl had his doubts what he had written so far was insightful.

“Good. I had Sam send over something light from the lunch menu. We'll eat early to give us time to digest before we go to the playroom.”

“Sounds good, sir.”

“In the mean time, close and lock the door, please.”

Thank god! The imprint of the kiss lingered on Carl's lips and he was impatient for the promise it implied.

Carl was still standing in front of the closed door when a weight pushed him up against it. Hands untied the string holding the loose camo pants up.

“Keep your hands on the door,” James whispered in his ear as he pulled back on Carl's hips to let the pants drop and expose his ass in an obscene pose.

The first touch of James’ tongue made him shiver. Just the crease at first, teasing him. He twisted his torso to look back.

“Eyes forward. Just feel.”

He groaned and returned his gaze to the paneled door. His fingers clawed at the wood when other fingers pulled his cheeks apart and the tongue found the puckered little hole hidden there. The wet muscle licked and poked at his opening until he could feel his sphincter loosen and allow its entry.

“God, James.” He wanted to rock back as his lover fucked him with his tongue, but every time he tried, the door rattled. He gave up and stood utterly still. It was torture. He groaned again.

James lightly bit one cheek. “I did not say you couldn't move.”

“Susan... ”

He heard a chuckle as James pulled his legs further apart to expose the hole without having to hold him open. The tongue returned and James used his hands now to force Carl into motion. The rhythmic rattle of the door shattered the peace of the house.

Carl forgot his embarrassment when one hand left his hip to wrap around his prick. Damn! That felt good. Unable to resist, he moved between the hand and the tongue. His vision blurred as he shot onto James’ hand, the door and wood floor,

“Stay there.” Carl heard a zipper open a moment before the fat bulb of his Dom's slicked cock pierced his relaxed entrance.

The door went from rattles to banging as James pounded into him. To keep his head from damage, he stiffened his arms and took the full force of each stroke. It was heaven.

James picked up the pace and his fingers dug into Carl's hips. Two, maybe three, strokes later his Dom's climax emptied into him. He kept his arms straight to hold himself and the man resting on his back upright. He would stay that way as long as James needed him to.

“You could have told me Susan left.” Carl took another bite of his antipasto salad.

James finished his own salad and sat back to watch his boy eat. Carl's lips were still puffy and his face flushed from their joyride in the den. That had been great fun. “It didn't matter if Susan left or not. All that mattered was your obedience.”

“We weren't doing a scene or in the playroom.” Carl pointed out with exasperation.

“And yet, you submitted beautifully.”

Carl gave up and laughed. “Yeah. It was hot.”

James laughed with him. “Yes, it was.” He leaned forward. “This afternoon, we're going to experiment with whips.” He winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth— he owed Andy an apology.

“Okay. Tony wondered when you were going to beat the crap out of me. He'll be pleased.”

“Tony?”

“My idiotic best friend.”

“Ah. The only kind to have. You told him about our arrangement?”

“I thought it was a good idea to have at least one person who knows where I am.” Carl shrugged. “I was a bit nervous at first.”

“Understandable. To get back to tonight, we'll start slow with a soft flogger. It will put a lovely blush on your skin without taxing your limits. If you take to that the way I think you will, we'll use something heavier tomorrow.”

“All right.” The boy's voice was strong and James thought perhaps excited as well.

Once they were in the playroom, James was as eager to begin as Carl was. He retrieved a pair of cuffs from the cabinet along with a spreader and waited in the middle of the room. A chain dangled from the ceiling over his head. “Remove the pants please, and come here.”

Leaving the pants on the floor near the door, Carl walked up to James, completely at ease with his nudity. The relaxed attitude gratified James. Carl hadn't reverted to last Friday's awkwardness.

“What is your safeword?”

“Red, sir.”

“Good.” He wrapped Carl's wrists in the leather cuffs. They were new, the sharp scent sweet as he linked them together and reached up to hook them to the chain.

“You may speak or cry out if you wish. I will continue until I decide to stop or you use the safeword.” He squatted down to place the spreader bar on the boy's ankles. This kept him open and immobile.

“Which flogger are you going to use, sir?” Carl's manner was calm, but his tone held nervous tension.

James took a moment to run his hands over the smooth skin of his sub's arms and back as he replied. “The cowhide. It can be gentle or moderate in strength as we learn what you need.”

“Not the deerskin?” That was lighter weight. “Or a feather duster?”

“We could go straight to the cane, if you prefer.”

“No sir. I like the cowhide.”

James smiled to himself as he took the flogger from the display case. The handle was black ribbon on black in the Samurai katana style and the thirty tails were about eighteen inches long. He swung it a few times to test the weight and feel of it. He liked floggers best because of their versatility. They delivered an intense pain or minor sting, but bruising was minimal. He did not need to see stripes on his sub's back that lasted for days. Not yet, anyway.

Moving behind Carl, he kissed his neck and stepped back to take the first swing. The bound man let out a whoosh of air, but otherwise made no sound. James worked the flogger in earnest then, rotating his arm in a figure eight to brush the bare skin from neck to knees.

Carl shifted occasionally in reaction to the hits as his skin warmed. Gentle, tantalizing sweeps across his skin brought blood to the surface making him pink.

James walked a leisurely circle around the boy while maintaining the steady rhythm. Soon, the rosy glow covered every inch of Carl except for his genitals and James was behind him once more. He stopped and placed the flogger on the table.

“How do you feel, Carl?” He touched the lovely back in a caress and felt the skin bead up in goosebumps.

“I am okay, sir.” Carl shifted again. James knew his hands were changing the effect of the strikes from muted to prickly. He was careful to touch everywhere.

“Good.” He picked up the flogger and began again. The gentle slaps of the tails took on more force as James increased the energy of the strokes.

Small noises broke loose from Carl in guttural pants that matched the kiss of the leather flogger. Lighter strokes to his cock went unnoticed as James added them to the pink canvas. He did not stop at the end of the second pass.

Keeping the strength of the hits the same, James walked around the groaning man for the third and final time. His own arm grew tired and he was not surprised to see the younger man's body racked by subtle tremors.

Cautious, well-placed stings landed on Carl's cock to make it fill and the last few contacts were to the underside of the dripping flesh as it rose to his belly.

“Sir, sir, sir.” Carl's eyes were wide and pleading when James put down the flogger.

“You've done well, boy. Don't panic now that we're almost done.” He held the other man's face while he kissed him in a repeat of their passionate greeting in his office. The reaction of his sub was much different this time when he ran his hands up over the bound arms.

“James!” The tremors turned into shivers as Carl's skin took on a life of its own.

“Come when you need to.” James let his hands slide down the hot torso as he knelt at Carl's feet. Lips met cock as hands gripped burning flanks. He could not believe the heat of the flesh inside his mouth. It was glorious.

“Oh, damn, sir!” Carl's hoarse shout echoed in the room at the same instant he shot into the back of James’ throat.

The tangy offering added to the bouquet of sweat and leather. James got drunk on the taste and suckled the cap until there was nothing left. He stood, intending to open the slacks he wore, but his own orgasm was upon him too quickly and he came inside them. The climax threatened to buckle his legs it was that good.

He took a deep breath. “I will have you down in a moment, Carl.”

“Uh nuh.”

“That makes two of us.” James called himself a fool for ejaculating in his pants like a randy teenager while he pulled the mat behind Carl. He had to get him down to check his condition and make him comfortable before he could indulge in recriminations. Next, a blanket went on the mat.

The cuffs released easily from the chain and he lowered Carl to the blanket. The spacer came off and then the cuffs and he was able to get a good look at the reddened skin.

No cuts or welts were visible and Carl was resting easy. He was very skilled with a whip and flogger, but accidents happened. The sub's well-being was more important than the Dom's ego so he looked for injuries always.

Satisfied Carl was unharmed— he wrapped the blanket around him. The mat and man were dragged to the nearest wall so he could lean back as he sat next to him.

Now he could think about his loss of control. This was the second time his response to Carl took him by surprise. Whether to be elated or dismayed was the question. At last, he had a man who satisfied all of his needs beautifully, but he would be gone in four weeks.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Carl.”

“Can we do that again?”

They made love on the mat before going to bed. Okay, Carl thought, ‘made love’ might be too sentimental, but he refused to call it fucking. He relished the heat and ache of his skin when James touched him. He felt as if he'd spent his whole life asleep and was just now coming awake. Every part of him was hypersensitive to the fingers roaming his body. Hell, even James’ breath on his chest brought the hairs up on his arms.

Bathing took some time because a shower was out of the question. The bath water felt good though and his lover told him to relax and enjoy. He could not believe how much his legs wobbled when they went to bed, at last.

He did not remember hitting the bed.

Stirring to the smell of coffee and the sight of James sitting in the easy chair by the windows, Carl was beginning to appreciate all the natural light that filled every room in the house. He watched his lover stare out into the yard in a rare moment of meditation.

“Why are there no windows in the playroom?”

He received a droll look. “Ever the reporter.”

“Sorry. Good morning, James. Why are there no windows in the playroom?”

“Good morning. Distractions are dangerous. How do you feel?”

“I'm a little afraid to take inventory. So you never take the scenes elsewhere?” He sat up, letting the sheet fall to his waist, and looked down at his chest before peeking underneath the sheet.

“Certainly we will be playing in other areas of the house or if we go out, but the arduous games are best suited to a controlled environment.” James took a sip and stood. “Get up and let me look at you.”

“Ever the Dom.” He rolled his shoulders to test his back as he left the bed. “I feel fine. Thirsty, though.” The coffee smelled wonderful.

James handed over his mug. “A pale stripe or two, but not bad. I was afraid I'd lost my touch.”

“That statement would bother me more except I was there. You knew what you were doing the entire time.” He twisted his body to look at his ass.

“Stay still, Carl.”

He sighed and drank the coffee while his Dom poked and prodded everything he owned. James wanted to reassure himself there was no lasting damage and Carl had no problem with that, but he suspected the man liked embarrassing him too. In fact, he was sure of it.

James took back the mug and briefly kissed Carl. “It's too late to run and too early to do anything else. Let's play golf.”

“I suck at golf.”

“Good. We'll work on your swing.” James waggled his eyebrows and went through the door. “Breakfast in fifteen.”

Grinning, Carl went to the spare room to shave. Fortunately, the room was next door and Susan was not around to witness his naked sprint. The day's clothes were on the little chair, plain linen slacks and a blue polo shirt. Thank god! Normal clothes, he thought, until he saw the boxers— pink elephants.

They teed off at eleven. Ideally, they should have teed off at ten-forty, but Carl missed the ball and James had some fun showing him how to approach the ball and follow through the swing. They had to let the next two groups slated for ten-fifty and eleven play first. He should have known then a long day awaited him.

Oh, they had fun. Carl loved the golf cart in spite of the fact that it would not do wheelies. James enjoyed the sunshine that silhouetted Carl's ass through the cream-colored slacks when he managed to stand at just the right angle. He also caught a glimpse of the elephants now and then if Carl decided to squat down and line up his shot as if they were playing pool. He didn't have the heart to tell him it worked better if they were actually on the putting green.

Ah, the putting green. Yelling ‘fore’ when his partner was so close to the eighth hole nearly broke James’ heart.

They fixed numerous divots and raked two sand bunkers. Carl took an invigorating walk in the woods as he looked for his ball. They let another two groups play through at the second and fifth holes when his boy learned that water hazards were not there for their aesthetic beauty. It was four-thirty by the time they finished the ninth hole and James admitted defeat. Carl was never going to be a golf pro.

“I told you I sucked.” Carl parked the cart

“You did. You are an honest man.” James looked at his watch. “We'll eat here at the club before we go home.”

“I have to ask. Why aren't you afraid someone will see us together?”

James gave him another one of his amused looks. “Are you a wanted man, Carl?”