Pup (9 page)
Once Micah had settled, Tackett reached out and ran a hand down Micah’s thigh. His pretty cock was soft, a telltale sign the man was focusing on his guilt, not his desires.
Tackett pushed aside the sudden urge to coddle the man, knowing it would be unfair to them both. He’d let Micah make up for his transgression, and tomorrow they could start fresh. He stood, their bodies only a foot apart. “Undress me, pup,” he said softly.
Micah pulled Tackett’s shirt from his waistband and started undoing the buttons, the cuffs only slightly impeding him. Micah silently worked each button, and then pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Tackett’s half-hard cock filled as Micah worked open Tackett’s jeans and slowly slid down the zipper. Carefully, he worked the material of his boxers over Tackett’s erection and pushed down both articles of clothing. Once naked, Tackett sat on the bed, aware Micah’s cock had also begun to swell.
Tackett wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking lightly, enjoying the sensation and the way Micah’s breathing sped. He placed the finger of his free hand under Micah’s chin, pushing his head up until he could see those pretty blue eyes.
“Suck me,” he whispered. He pulled at one of the silky curls gently. He was becoming quite fond of the way they felt against his flesh. “Concentrate only on me and my pleasure.”
Micah nodded, looking relieved at being given the chance to make it up to Tackett. He scooted back slightly and lowered his head, then ran his tongue around the head in small circles and down Tackett’s length to lick at his balls. He took first one, then the other, sucking softly, bathing them with his warm, wet mouth. Tackett let out a loud groan, letting the boy hear his approval, encouraging him.
Tackett’s cock throbbed, matching the increased tempo of his pulse, as Micah licked his way up the length of it, teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue before sucking the head into his mouth.
Those curls bobbed as Micah took him deep, and then pulled back until his lips surrounded just the head before taking him to the root again. Tackett’s hand returned to Micah’s hair, petting and encouraging for a moment. “That’s it, pup. Take it all.”
Tackett leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. He was entranced by the sight of his wet dick sliding in and out of Micah’s mouth. His full lips stretched wide to accommodate Tackett’s sizeable girth, cheeks hollowing each time he sucked hard on the flared head. Another groan was ripped from him when Micah began caressing Tackett’s balls and the sensitive patch of skin behind them.
He spread his legs wider, tangling his fingers in Micah’s hair, and began thrusting to meet Micah’s downward movements. Micah took him into his throat, humming, sending a tingling sensation along Tackett’s length, causing him to ache.
“You are such a good little cock sucker,” Tackett praised. “Such a talented mouth.”
Spurred on by Tackett’s praise, Micah opened his mouth wider and bobbed his head faster. The wet sounds increased, and Micah began to moan, a sound that came out more like a purr. It was clear by Micah’s enthusiasm that he wasn’t just indulging Tackett, but was very much determined to bring Tackett as much pleasure as he could.
Micah whimpered, then swallowed him down again, his nose buried in Tackett’s short hairs, his throat contracting around Tackett’s cock for a long moment before backing off.
Tackett’s desire began to spiral, traveling through him. He sat up, grabbing Micah’s head in both hands. “Be still, pup,” he said, letting out a growl. Micah nodded his understanding. Tackett thrust up hard. Holding Micah’s head as he took what he needed, pushing hard and fast into the perfect wet heat, fucking Micah’s mouth.
Micah allowed Tackett to take complete control, a deep groaning sound pouring from him, only stopping when Tackett pushed deep into Micah’s throat, the moan continuing each time Tackett pulled back. Faster, harder, deeper, he used Micah’s mouth, praising him until he felt his balls tighten and a tingling sensation race down his spine.
He’d planned to draw it out, make Micah work for it. The condom and lube in his discarded jeans were proof of that. But Micah was so good at sucking cock, so hungry for it, and Tackett wanted to give him what his mouth and throat were begging for.
“Take it,” he growled, emphasizing each thrust. “Take it.” Thrust. “Take it.” Thrust. And Micah did, over and over and over. He was completely passive, not trying to inhibit Tackett from using his mouth in any way, giving everything up to his Dom’s need.
“Close. That’s it, pup. Almost.” Tackett’s hips came up off the bed as he buried himself to the hilt. “Yes! Take every fucking inch. Swallow that cock…. Oh….” The tingling sensation that had been running down his spine turned into a jolt of pure electricity.
“Fuck yes!” he roared and shot deep in Micah’s throat. White dots danced behind his tightly closed eyes as he continued to pump every last drop into Micah’s gut. When he was finally empty, he released his hold on Micah’s hair and slumped back on the bed, his wet, sated dick bouncing against his belly.
“Now that,” he said between gasping breaths, “was truly my pleasure. Well done, pup.” Tackett opened his eyes and looked down at Micah. His breath was rapid as he licked at his swollen lips, a satisfied expression on his face.
Tackett worked to slow his breathing and rapid heartbeat. “Grab the key to the cuffs out of my jeans pocket and come here, pup.”
He heard the rustle of clothing, and then Micah stood between his legs and dutifully held out the keys. With one last deep breath, Tackett sat up and unlocked the cuffs, checking for any redness or abrasions. Satisfied Micah was unharmed, he set them on the nightstand and slipped between the sheets, his head resting on the pillows.
“C’mere,” he said, holding the sheet up and allowing Micah to join him. Once he had the boy positioned the way he wanted, soft curls tickling his chest and Micah’s hard cock pressing against his hip, he wrapped an arm around the younger man and covered them both.
“Well done, pup. You have very much pleased me.” He hugged Micah closer, enjoying his heat. “You have my permission to speak now.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he said quietly, voice a little hoarse. “I’m glad I was given the chance and that I pleased you.” Micah sounded sincere and it made Tackett smile.
“Shh,” Tackett soothed, caressing Micah’s back. “You’ve already apologized by your actions. Tomorrow we’ll sit down and discuss what will happen next, what I hope will happen next. But tonight, let me hold you while you sleep, and know you’ve made me very happy.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Micah’s head, then pushed the button on the headboard, turning out the lights.
“I’m glad I made you happy,” Micah said, snuggling in and placing a kiss to Tackett’s chest. “Good night,
Sir.” “Good night, pup.”
Tackett drifted off to sleep, the
second morning in a row, Tackett woke to a warm body wrapped around him. He could admit it was something that would be quite easy to get used to.
Yesterday hadn’t gone as he’d hoped, but in the end it had turned out surprisingly better than he’d expected, depending on how he regarded it. What he’d learned was Micah was a natural sub and when the boy was able to focus and allow those tendencies to flourish, he was stunning. It would be a lot of work, challenging, but the rewards of Micah’s submission would be immeasurable. The boy would need a tight schedule, strict set of rules, and clear understanding of what was expected of him, along with the consequences for not living up to them.
Tackett looked down at the man in his arms, sleeping soundly, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, and nodded to himself.
He’ll need discipline and punishment, both, to keep him this content
, Tackett thought. He very much wanted to be what brought this sated state to Micah, and that realization was the other side of the coin.
While he had an excellent reputation among the other Doms and subs, it was nothing compared to Blake, Bobby, or Max. He’d taken in hand many subs badly in need of a spanking, never had a complaint, and kept an impressive list of subs who would love to be taken to the back rooms to feel the kiss of his leather. However, what he wasn’t so sure of was his ability to guide a sub, be what one needed outside of a scene. No matter how much the idea appealed to him, he wasn’t as sure in his abilities as he’d like to be.
Dear God, listen to yourself. The boy has given you two weeks, not a lifetime.
His and Micah’s time together was an opportunity to see if they meshed. Tackett wasn’t 100 percent sure he had what it took to help Micah achieve his goals or get what he needed, but he had some excellent resources in his friends. He’d take comfort in the fact that Bobby and Blake seemed to feel he and Micah were right for each other. Neither of them had steered him wrong before.
With a new burst of confidence settling over him, Tackett shook Micah gently. “Time to get up, boy.”
“Hmm,” Micah mumbled.
“C’mon. The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day, and I have glorious plans for you,” he said cheerfully.
Micah lifted his head, blinking at the window, and then groaned. “It’s still dark out,” he complained, closing his eyes and trying to snuggle back into Tackett’s side.
Tackett chuckled and threw back the covers. “True, but it won’t be once the sun rises, and I have some glorious plans for you, so up you go.” He sat up, pulling Micah along with him.
“Plans, huh?” Micah gave him a sleepy smile. “What kind of plans?”
“We’ll discuss those after breakfast. If I remember correctly, you have a difficult time focusing before you’ve had a shower, been fed, and brushed your teeth.” Tackett left the bed and headed for the shower. “I’ll set the taps.”
Micah joined him in the shower, and although his movements were a little sluggish, he grabbed the soap and began washing Tackett’s chest. Tackett noticed the boy’s cock was hard, straining toward his stomach, but he didn’t say a word or try to seduce Tackett. He appeared to be focused on lathering up Tackett rather than on his own desires. The man really did want to try and please him, even if it was difficult for him to remember that. It was only a matter of time before Micah’s mind began to wander.
“What shall we have for breakfast?” Tackett asked, wanting to keep Micah’s attention.
“I’m not real picky when it comes to food,” he said, scrubbing down one of Tackett’s legs and up the other. He was thoroughly and meticulously washing every inch of him. To Tackett’s surprise, Micah washed his cock and balls in the same manner, without teasing, before moving to wash Tackett’s back.
Tackett smiled, excessively pleased with Micah’s new headspace this morning. “We picked up some delicious-looking ham steaks from the mart yesterday, perhaps those with eggs and toast?”
“Yes, we did, and potatoes. I could make some home fries, add a little of the onion and green pepper we bought.” Micah’s hands stuttered on Tackett’s back, a heavy sigh escaping him before he resumed washing. “It really was thoughtful of you to stop for groceries, Sir.”
“Thank you, Micah.” Tackett turned and took the soap from Micah’s hands. “They sound delicious. Let’s get you washed and I’ll help you with breakfast, hmm?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Micah was thoughtful while Tackett washed him. He was quite different from the man he’d showered with just the day before. Micah whimpered a bit when Tackett washed his groin and ass, but he kept his antics in check and allowed Tackett to do what he wanted without complaint. Once they were both clean, Tackett dried them both before leading Micah to the room and instructing him to dress in a pair of soft, worn sweats Micah had brought with him. Tackett grabbed a pair of comfortable sweats, and they moved into the kitchen, only detouring once to brush their teeth. The less distractions, the better.
“If you want to start peeling potatoes, I’ll get the coffee started, and then help you cut up the other vegetables.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tackett got a pot of coffee brewing, set the radio to a local pop station, and then grabbed the green peppers and onions and brought them to the sink to wash. “How do you want these cut, in strips or cubed?”
“Cubed. I expected oldies or classical,” Micah teased, nodding toward the radio. “Not the Black Eyed Peas.”
There was his naughty pup. “And I expect that comment is good for a stripe on your ass, don’t you?” Only partially teasing. “Would you rather listen to something else?”
“No, I like this station and yes, I do believe that is one strike,” Micah said with a sly smile.
Tackett sliced the peppers while Micah peeled and chopped the potatoes. It had been years since he’d prepared a meal with anyone. Many, many years, in fact, since he’d helped his mom. Wow.
“You like to cook?” Tackett asked.
“Mmm hmm. I’m not very good at it, my skills are pretty limited, but when I get the chance, I like it. Joe thinks I’m great but that’s because he’s a lazy bitch who wants me to do all the cooking.”
“Joe?”
“My roommate. We’ve been living together for a couple of years. He’s all right for a straight guy even if he is lazy,” Micah laughed.
The peppers done, Tackett scraped them from the cutting board into a bowl and then grabbed the onion. “Is he in the lifestyle?”
“Joe? Ha, that dude isn’t only straight, but vanilla has nothing on him.” Micah shook his head. “What a boring way to spend your life.”
How the hell had he and Joe come to live together? He couldn’t imagine two more opposite people. “Does he know about you, what you do for a living?”
“Sure. I know what you’re thinking. We are complete opposites, but we’ve also known each other since we were kids. Not close friends or anything like that, but we trust each other. Besides, he works days and I work nights, so we rarely see each other. Where do you keep the pans?”
“The bottom cabinet, next to the stove. The veggies are done, anything else you need me to cut up?”
Micah set a large frying pan on the stove. “No, but if you could get me some butter and point out where you keep the spices, I’d appreciate it.”
Tackett grabbed the butter from the fridge and handed it to Micah. “If by spices you mean salt and pepper, look above the stove.”
“You don’t have spices? If not garlic, maybe some all-season?” Micah sounded a little shocked.
“I told you, I don’t cook, I eat out.”
“This nice big kitchen and you don’t use it.” Micah rolled his eyes. “Such a waste.”
“Since cooking will be your job while you’re here, it won’t go to waste.” He popped Micah on the ass on his way to get a cup of coffee. “Problem solved.”
They found a rhythm, Micah even adding a few impressive dance steps while they moved around the kitchen. Tackett kept a close eye on Micah, but the man seemed genuinely content, whistling and humming to the radio while they finished preparing breakfast. All traces of the angry man from the day before were gone.
