Screwing the System (10 page)

“Bloody hell. You really are an arrogant fucker, aren’t you?”

Alasdair blinked, and for a moment, Cosmo expected anger. But instead, a huge grin broke over Alasdair’s face. “Okay, I think we’ve established you’re not in awe of me.”

“And that makes you happy why, exactly?”

“Because I’ll know then when you do submit to me, you’re having to struggle against that rebellious nature of yours. It will make it all the sweeter when you give me that power over you.”

“Ummm.” Cosmo’s underpants suddenly felt two sizes too small. He palmed his cock under the table. There was one last objection, wasn’t there? Something Alasdair had said about power… “Oh yeah. I don’t want you thinking I’m a pushover, just coz I like that kind of stuff in bed.”

“I would never consider you a pushover. Far from it.”

“But you must think it’s a bit weak, giving in and obeying.”

“Sounds more like you think it’s weak. Do you?”

Cosmo wriggled in his seat. “Nooo, not exactly…”

“Okay, let me put it differently. Do you think of Freddie Henderson as weak?”

“Freddie? What’s he got to do with it?” And no way was big, butch Freddie weak. Cosmo had seen him forcibly kicking out any number of rowdy drunks from his pub.

Alasdair gave a smile with more than a hint of evil in it. “Who do you think is the submissive in that relationship?”

“Well, Cerys of course.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s a—” Cosmo caught himself just in time. Shit. Had he really been about to admit to thinking something so utterly sexist? He thought about little Cerys, stomping around the pub in her big boots, cracking a riding crop against her leather clad thigh. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Depends what you’re thinking.”

“That Freddie bends over for… Bugger me. You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Alasdair nodded. “Believe me, there’s nothing weak in the way Freddie takes a beating.”

“And how would you know?”

“I told you we go back a long way.” Alasdair’s direct gaze dropped down to his hands for just a moment, but long enough for Cosmo to get the drift.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. You mean you and Freddie used to do all this kind of stuff? I didn’t even know he was gay.” Cosmo took a large gulp of tea to try to wash the thought away. He absolutely wasn’t jealous in any way. “Ugh, this tea’s gone cold.”

But Alasdair refused to change the subject. “He isn’t gay, and it wasn’t sexual between us. Sometimes he just needed a good thrashing, and I knew how to give one.”

Bloody hell. What a picture. Cosmo screwed his eyes shut. “I swear, I thought I knew what I was doing here, but I reckon I’m in way over my head.”

Alasdair leant across the table and took hold of Cosmo’s hand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll look after you. I promise. That’s what all of this”—he pointed at the clipboard—“is about.”

Cosmo took a couple of deep breaths. Oh fuck. What the hell. “Go on, then. I’m ready. Ask away.”

Alasdair squeezed his hand, letting it go before picking up his pen and squinting at the paper. “Okay, then. First up, bondage. I’m after a yes or no to each question. Will you allow me to bind your hands in front of you?”

Cosmo pictured his wrists bound in rope for real, unlike all those times he’d tried to fake it for job interviews. His throat dried up, and he had to swallow a few times before replying, but when he did, the
yes
came out strong and clear.

Alasdair ticked a box before continuing with his list.

Alasdair glanced up at the clock. Ten to ten. They’d been at this questionnaire for almost an hour and a half, with Cosmo looking more and more dazed as Alasdair had pulled out his collection of toys to examine. He should have put the medical safety questions at the beginning, really. Still, only one left. “Any allergies I should know about? To spermicide or adhesive tape?”

“Just cats.”

“I’ll make sure I leave my cat-o-nine tails in the cupboard. That was a joke, by the way.”

Cosmo gave a feeble smile.

Alasdair turned the clipboard over. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“No. Not exactly. It’s just a bit much. All this.” Cosmo’s gesture encompassed the collection of cuffs, gags, dildos and assorted kit.

“If you’d rather call it a night, I understand.” He didn’t like it, but he wasn’t about to push Cosmo into something he wasn’t ready for.

“I didn’t say that. I want to stay and fuck. Just maybe not do too much else this time.” His eyes flickered down and up again. “Would that be all right?”

“Of course. Even us perverts sometimes do it vanilla style.” Alasdair winked, glad to see Cosmo’s responding smile. “I might not be able to stop myself from tweaking your nipples, though. They look like they were made to play with.”

Cosmo’s cheeks flushed momentarily, but he arched his back and stretched, revealing a strip of flesh between T-shirt and jeans. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

Alasdair began packing the toys back in the bag. Cosmo watched attentively, and when Alasdair went to pick up the suede flogger, his hand came out to stop him.

“Leave that one out.”

It was a beautiful flogger, simply crafted out of fine calfskin with a braided handle. “You’d like to try it?”

“Yes. Just that one, though. And I don’t want to be tied up.”

Alasdair recognised the hungry look in Cosmo’s eyes. He’d had it when they were discussing the different sensations from his various implements. He left the flogger on the table and packed everything else. Seeing it lying there on the scrubbed oak, Cosmo’s fingers playing with the strands, gave him an idea. “Wait here a moment. I’ll be back. Oh, and put all the chairs over in the corner. We won’t be needing them.”

It didn’t take long to change into his leather jeans and grab what he needed from the gym. Better yet, when he arrived back in the kitchen, he discovered a naked Cosmo standing to attention. Well, his dick was anyway. The rest of his body merely slouched to attention. Another day, though. Diplomacy. Tact. “Oh, good boy. You must have read my mind.” He set the rolled-up mat down on the tabletop.

“Thought as much.” Cosmo grinned until Alasdair kissed the expression right off his face. He used his hands to adjust the set of Cosmo’s shoulders as he explored his mouth. Once he had Cosmo standing up properly, he pulled back and unrolled the mat along the length of the table. He patted the now cushioned surface.

“I want you up here. Facedown. You can pillow your head on your hands to get comfy.”

“You always this bossy when you’re having vanilla sex?” Cosmo grumbled, but he did as he’d been asked, looking up at Alasdair with his head resting on his folded arms.

“I don’t think this counts as vanilla anymore. Not once you asked for a flogging.”

“True. But I didn’t ask for you to go all dominant on my arse.”

“Comes with the territory, I’m afraid.” Alasdair slapped the flogger down on his own thigh, enjoying how Cosmo started at the noise. “I need to get into role. You’d be surprised how tough it is to actually hit someone without a bit of attitude to back you up.”

Understanding dawned in Cosmo’s eyes. “Oh. I’d never thought of that.”

“Not many people do. Now, are you ready for this? I’ll go slow and build up. I’m not going to cause you serious pain today.”

Cosmo blinked, and was that a flicker of disappointment that played across his face? But then he nodded and murmured his assent.

“Good boy.” Alasdair held the flogger up to Cosmo’s lips. The lad looked confused, so he took pity on him. “When I hold something to your mouth, it means I want you to lick it.”

Cosmo’s eyebrows shot up, but he did as he was asked, wrinkling his nose. “Tastes funny.”

“Better get used to the taste of leather if you want to play with me.”

Cosmo smirked. “I’ll go home and start licking my boots, shall I, boss?”

The lad was obviously jesting, but Alasdair’s dick pulsed with blood. An image of Cosmo sprawled prone on the ground at his feet, feverishly licking his boots, filled all available space in his brain. He banished the picture. Not today. He needed to concentrate on the task in hand. Sending Cosmo soaring into bliss, using nothing more than a flogger and his creativity.

“Are you ready?” Alasdair asked, the question as much for himself as for Cosmo.

“I think so.”

“Remember your safe words?”

“Yes, boss.” Cosmo rolled his eyes and bucked his hips. “Come on. I’m getting chilly.”

“I’ll soon warm you up.” Alasdair made good on his promise, starting with light flicks of the flogger on Cosmo’s upper back, moving down to concentrate on his arse and thighs. Cosmo moaned and wriggled appreciatively, his skin flushing pink as Alasdair layered on the strokes.

Once Cosmo’s buttocks were glowing a healthy colour, Alasdair brought his whole arm into play, giving the strokes more force.

Cosmo arched up. “Ah! Oh, that’s good.” He burst into surprised laughter.

“Mmm, I thought you’d enjoy that.” Alasdair leant down and rubbed his jaw over the reddened skin, sniffing the scent of musky arousal pouring off Cosmo’s body. Cosmo squirmed and whimpered, especially when Alasdair dug his fingers in and massaged his buttocks. He kept up the rhythm of strokes, alternating with kisses and gropes, until Cosmo’s cries grew more desperate, his movements more frenzied. Alasdair moved around to his head, adding a couple more strokes to his upper back before lifting Cosmo’s chin.

“Look at me.”

Cosmo’s heavy-lidded eyes half opened, but he could barely focus.

“Come for me. Now.” Alasdair stepped back to where he could reach Cosmo’s thighs and buttocks and layered on a few last strokes.

Cosmo rutted against the table like a horny dog; groaned and stiffened. The scent of come filled the room. So fucking sexy. Alasdair dropped the flogger and made quick work of his own fly. He got his dick out, pumping into his fist as he watched Cosmo shudder with the aftershocks. His orgasm barrelled through him, firing blast after blast over Cosmo’s buttocks and lower back. The sight of it there, cream on red, sent another wave through him. His balls gave one last feeble spurt.

“Beautiful,” he panted, running a shaking hand through his spunk, rubbing it into Cosmo’s fiery skin. He had to have more of this man. And more than just once a week.

By the time Alasdair bundled an almost insensible Cosmo out of the shower and into his bed, he’d already planned out the next month of their lives and figured out a way to get Cosmo off the dole and into a job.

He just had to hope Cosmo was as deliciously pliant and malleable in the morning, because when Alasdair had made up his mind to have something, he wouldn’t let anything stand in his way.

Chapter Eight

Saturday began with another throat brutalizing blowjob again, and afterwards Cosmo luxuriated in Alasdair’s shower. The warm water beating down on his sensitised skin sent shivery thrills racing down his nerves. He turned to find Alasdair staring at him through the glass door.

“Breakfast is ready.” Alasdair sounded stern, but his eyes burned with barely concealed lust.

“Gonna join me? There’s plenty of room.”

Alasdair stripped, stepped into the shower stall and began running his hands over Cosmo’s back. “How come you don’t have any tattoos?”

“Maybe I don’t want them.”

“Most kids your age seem to be covered in them. The alternative kids, anyway.”

“Yeah. Well. Maybe I don’t wanna go with the flow.” Cosmo turned around and ran his fingers over Alasdair’s inked chest. He sighed. “Nah, I’d love some, really, but I can’t afford the piece I want. Plus I’d want to get it done by a real artist. Like whoever did these. Who was he? Maybe I could go talk to him.”

“She’s not local.”

“No? Where’d you get them done, then?”

“Somewhere else. A long time ago. A different life.”

Cosmo wanted to dig deeper, but something about Alasdair’s tone warned him off. Instead, he stretched like a cat, arching into Alasdair’s touch and rubbing their groins together. As Alasdair’s dick began to thicken, Cosmo smiled. Breakfast could wait.

Alasdair’s biker past might remain shrouded in mystery, but at least Cosmo had managed to figure out one way to break through his reserve. He reached for the shower gel and made everything slippery and interesting between them. Questions could wait. For now.

“So, what do you get up to on Saturdays?” Cosmo asked, pushing his empty breakfast plate away.

“Same as I do most of the rest of the week.”

“What, you go into work?”

“It’s quieter. I can concentrate and catch up on the paperwork.”

“Christ on a bike. Are you shitting me?”

“I enjoy work.”

“Yeah, you must. Well, I guess I’d better get going if you’re heading out. Shame.” He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. “I quite fancied playing your guitar again. Got some ideas for a new tune.”

Alasdair reached out and pinned Cosmo’s hand to the table. “You know you can always stay here.”