Topping the Alpha: Trident Security Series (12 page)

Nick groaned when Jake’s toes curled around his now erect cock, the thick callouses rubbing against smooth, hard flesh was making his legs quiver. He desperately wanted to pump his hips forward, but knew from their first night together it would only result in adding to his punishment. “For how long?”

“Until I think you’ve learned your lesson about disobeying me and letting your jealousy rule your mind. And until you remember to use the appropriate title of ‘Sir’ when we’re in D/s mode. You’re a little lax on that rule.”

Shit.
He’d already learned the lesson…but the jealousy thing, yeah, that might take a while. He wasn’t used to that emotion. The last thing should be easy enough—he’d been using the title for years in the Navy. “Yes, Sir.”

With his eyes covered, Nick’s other senses increased ten-fold. He could smell the pizza as well as Jake’s unique scent—both making his mouth water. The hockey game was playing out behind him, but he tuned out the announcer and the roar of the crowd. Jake’s foot continued to fondle his cock and balls, making Nick harder by the second. But it was the burning sensation deep in his ass which he couldn’t ignore. Every time he tried to relax, he felt the butt plug shift and he refused to lose it. Jake wanted to push his limits and stamina…well, Nick was up for the challenge…in more ways than one.

He could hear the faint sounds of Jake chewing his pizza and occasionally taking a sip of beer to wash it down. The foot left his groin and he wondered what was coming next. He waited…and waited. Knowing what Jake was doing—mind-fucking him—didn’t make things any easier, even though it was a technique he’d been subjected to many times over the years while training with the SEALs. Inhaling deeply, he concentrated on relaxing every part of his body…with the exception of his ass, of course.

Without warning, something slapped softly against his right thigh. It took a second to realize it was the supple leather strands of the flogger he’d seen on the bed earlier. Moments later another strike landed on his left thigh. They didn’t hurt—far from it. Instead, the knotted strands felt like a caress—his lover’s caress—and Nick’s heart-rate and breathing increased with arousal. His cock hardened the point of pain and a low moan escaped him.

“Like that, Nicky-boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, don’t get too comfortable. After all, this is a punishment.”

Nick wasn’t expecting the next strike to land between his thighs. “Fuck!” Gritting his teeth, he growled, but remained still. It wasn’t long before the brief pain in his balls, morphed to something more…something he couldn’t explain…something he wanted more of. He heard Jake stand and sensed the Dom moving past him. The flogger landed, softly again, on his right shoulder, followed by the left one. He noticed Jake was being careful not to hit any of the bruises from his tussle with the ex-dickhead. Stroking his body, the leather strands began to dance up and down his back, but as soon as his shoulders relaxed, a hard strike lit up his ass cheeks.
Fuck!

“Ask me for another, Nicky. Beg your Master for another across your ass.”

Swallowing hard, Nick ground out, “Please, may I have another, Sir?”

Another strike landed, harder than the first.

“Again, Junior.”

“Please, Sir, may I have another?”

The routine continued several more times, Nick actually lost count, until his ass was on fire as much as his asshole was. A thump behind him, told him Jake had dropped the flogger and Nick tried to concentrate on his breathing instead of what might happen next. He had to be crazy…he’d just gotten his ass whipped and all he wanted was to beg for more…to beg Jake to let him cum because he was harder now than he’d ever been in his life. His ears strained to hear what Jake was doing, and when he heard the leather of the couch creak, he knew the other man had sat back down. Yet again, Nick waited…and waited.

This time the lull was longer, each second of unbearable silence grating on his nerves. His head hung forward between his shoulders. His cock throbbed with need. His lungs heaved for oxygen. And his heart swelled with…love?
Fuck!
How the hell had that happened so fast? He thought he’d fallen in love a couple of times over the years, but he now knew those times hadn’t been the real thing—not even close. This was the first time he thought his heart would break and never recover if the feelings weren’t mutual. It was the only time his lover’s pleasure and approval meant more than his own. If this wasn’t the real thing, it was pretty damn close to it and only a matter of time before he fell hopelessly and irrevocably in love with Jake Donovan.

Endless minutes and two commercial breaks from the game had passed until a hand closed around Nick’s sensitive cock and he bit his bottom to keep from begging for release. He was positive Jake would only delay it further. The rough skin of a working man’s hand dragged against his hard flesh and he felt pre-cum ooze from the slit.
Beg. Beg. Beg. Don’t beg. Fight it.

“Do you want to cum, Nicky?”

Yes! Oh, please, fucking yes!
“Only if that’s what you want, Sir.”

Jake’s laughter was a sexy low rumble. “You learn fast. Damn, your cock is so fucking beautiful. Makes me want to lick and suck it. Would you like that, Nicky-boy? Do you want me to suck you even though I won’t let you cum?”

“Fuck!”

The hand stopped its mesmerizing ministrations. “I’m not sure if that was a yes or a no.” The leather squeaked again, seconds before Jake’s wet tongue rasped up Nick’s length, causing him to groan loudly while his abs and thighs trembled in anticipation of more. “Is that what you want, baby?”

Teetering on the brink of insanity, he couldn’t take it anymore. His need for what Jake offered was overriding every thought and want in his body. “Yes,” he gasped. “Fucking, yes. Please, Sir. Lick me. Suck me. Do whatever you fucking want to me.”

“If you insist.”

Jake’s mouth closed around Nick’s shaft and he almost wept at the sensations assailing him. Moist heat surrounded him and his head fell back. This was the first time Jake had blown him and it was better than anything he could’ve imagined. Silky hair tickled Nick’s chest as the stubble on Jake’s chin rasped against his lower abdomen. The Dom’s tongue swirled. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard. Teeth dragged along the length, just enough to send shivers throughout Nick’s body.
Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Please let me cum!

Growls and heavy breaths burst from Nick’s mouth and nose. Involuntarily, he yanked on the restraints holding his hands in place to no avail. He tensed as one of Jake’s hands cupped and rolled his balls, while the other hand snaked around to tap on the plug still sitting in his ass. A tingling took up residence in his lower spine and his balls drew up tight. “
Arrrggghhhhhh
! F-fuck! Please, Sir. I…I can’t hold back…I need…Oh, fucking-A, Jake. Please!”

With a pop and one last swipe of his tongue, Jake released the cock from his mouth. “Not yet, Junior. You have to get me off first. Then I’ll let you cum.” Panting hard, Nick barely heard Jake move back to the couch and push down his sweatpants. “Crawl forward, babe. Bend over and suck my cock. The faster you make me cum, the faster you’ll get your own relief.”

Jake’s hand guided Nick’s mouth down onto his cock. Hard velvet met his tongue, and with earnest, he sucked and licked every long inch of it. Jake’s moans and murmurs of encouragement spurred him on. Taking the tip to the back of his throat, he swallowed hard, earning him a gasp of pleasure from his Dom’s lips. He did it again…and again…and it wasn’t long before the hand in his hair tightened its grip, lighting up the nerves of his scalp and sending shivers down his spine.”

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Faster. I’m almost there. Swallow it…all of it.”

A loud roar filled the room. Cum shot into Nick’s mouth and he greedily swallowed every salty drop until there was nothing left. After licking Jake clean, he sat back on his haunches and did the same to his lips.

“You do that very well, Nicky-boy. Very well.” Jake’s breathing was heavy and his words were hoarse.

The blindfold was removed from Nick’s eyes and he blinked until his vision cleared. Jake tucked himself back into his sweatpants before standing and circling around him. He made quick work of the leather restraints and then pulled the plug from Nick’s ass, causing him to groan. Unfortunately, the burning sensation was still there.

Jake’s hands went to Nick’s shoulders and he massaged them for a minute. “How’s that feel?”

“Great, but I think I’d rather your hands were somewhere else.”

An evil chuckle reverberated from Jake’s throat. “Well, Nicky-boy. That’s not going to happen.” He came back around and sat on the couch again as Nick’s eyes narrowed. “You see, this is the last of your punishment. I never said
I
was going to get you off. You’ll have to take care of that yourself. Right here and now. While I watch.”

What?
Jake had to be kidding him. But one look at the man’s expression and Nick knew it was no joke.
Fucking fine.
He was so fucking hard and ready, he didn’t care how he got off at this moment, just that he did. He was already on the edge and it wouldn’t take much to fall. Grasping his cock, he tightened his fist and pumped furiously, never taking his eyes off Jake’s, which flared with heat—heat that shot straight to Nick’s groin.
Harder. Faster.
Almost there. Going to explode
. Smirking, Jake slowly and purposely licked his lips and…
fuck
…that was all Nick needed to see to send him into orbit. He shot his load into his hand and on his chiseled abs. The hot cum searing his skin as he bellowed and cursed at the relief coursing through his body. Sexual release had never lasted so long and felt so fucking good. Gasping for air, he brought his gaze back to Jake’s, and it was where he saw amusement…and respect?

“You did good, Nick. You took your first punishment better than any new sub I’ve known. Most would have begged long before you did.” Jake held out his hand and Nick grasped it with his non-sticky one, letting the Dom pull him to his feet. “Lay down while I get a towel to clean you up. Then I’ll get your dinner ready. We can relax on the couch together and watch the rest of the game.”

Nick flopped on the sofa in an exhausted heap, looking forward to cuddling with Jake. His Master. His love.
Shit
, he hoped the feeling was mutual someday soon.

* * *

Nick rolled over, reaching for Jake, and found nothing but cool sheets and an empty pillow. Lifting his head, he heard movement coming from the bathroom seconds before the shower turned on. The digital clock sitting on the dresser read oh-six-hundred and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. As much as he wanted to roll back over and catch a few more winks, the chance to shower with his lover was something he wanted more.

While spooning behind Nick on the couch last night after the game had changed over to the late news, Jake had shoved Nick’s boxer-briefs down off his hips. It was the only clothing he’d been permitted to put back on—not that he minded. After retrieving a tube of lubricant and a condom from the end table drawer, the Dom had quickly prepped Nick’s asshole and entered him without changing their position, still dressed in his sweatpants and T-shirt. While the prep had been fast, the fucking hadn’t been. Instead, it’d been slow and sensual, and hotter than anything Nick had ever experienced with any lover. All Nick had been allowed to do was reach back and wrap his arms around Jake’s neck. However, Jake’s hands had been everywhere while he nuzzled Nick’s ears, neck, and shoulders with his lips and tongue. As he slowly thrust his hard shaft in and out of the tight passage, Jake had explored every reachable inch of Nick’s body before pinching and pulling on his nipples. He then used the same rhythm of his pelvis to pump Nick’s throbbing cock with his hand. They’d come within seconds of each other, groaning with their individual satisfied releases. After recovering, Jake had wordlessly stood, taken Nick’s hand and led him to the bathroom, where they’d cleaned up before falling asleep in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Flipping the covers off, Nick pushed his bare ass off the bed and stumbled toward the bathroom while stepping over his discarded clothes from the night before. The door wasn’t completely shut, so only a small shove widened the opening. Grinning, he strode into the steam-filled room and saw Jake stepping into the shower stall with his back facing the younger man. Disbelief and anger flooded Nick as he stared in shock.
What the…?

It took him a second to recover and find his voice. “What the fuck, Jake?” The man spun his naked body around. It probably wasn’t a move to confront Nick, but more likely to hide the scarring up and down his back. His beautiful lover was damaged in more ways than one, but it wasn’t only the physical scars that bothered Nick—it was the emotional ones as well. The ones he found in those haunted green eyes. How had he not seen this before?
Because he’s been hiding it from you, asshole…among other things.
Now, it made sense why Jake had slept in his T-shirt and briefs last night. And when they’d showered in the hotel two months ago, Jake had distracted him when Nick had wanted to soap him all over. Somehow he’d never seen Jake’s bare back until now. He stepped toward him, trying to get another look at the marred flesh. “Is that from a fucking whip?”

Jake sighed heavily and rotated his upper body, denying Nick a repeat showing. But he wouldn’t let up, grabbing Jake’s arm trying to turn him around, until the Dom shoved him away—not hard, but enough to say he meant business. “No, it’s not. And I don’t want to get into it.”