Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True (21 page)

“Ummm…I don’t know if…I don’t think…”

“Don’t think…bed…now,” he commanded. Ryker obeyed.

I’l have to show him. He’l never believe me if I just speak the words.

Bass’s command voice was different than his sensual voice. Ryker didn’t quite know how to explain it. The command voice left no room for argument or debate. It made Ryker want to submit and please the strong man.

The sensual purr made him want to keep talking so Bass would keep purring in his ear…it made his dick perk up deliciously when his Master’s lips brushed the shell of his ear.

However, the command voice made his dick come to full attention in three seconds flat. The blood rushed to his dick so fast it made him dizzy. He craved to be dominated, not just by a man, but by this man in particular.

Ryker’s appetite for domination was now a full-blown hunger pang.

Ryker hurried down the hall to his bedroom. Bass wasn’t right on his heels, and instead made slow, steady steps toward the back of his home. It was like a horror movie where the victim is running as fast as they can but the killer is walking behind the person is going to get it, and get it good in the end. That’s how Ryker felt, he was going to get it good as soon as Bass made it to his bedroom.

His Master finally turned the corner and stopped at the doorway. He propped his large frame up against the door and looked directly at him.

“Take all your clothes off…slowly,” he commanded.

Ryker did as he was told. He was not uncomfortable with following this order, he’d worked hard on his body for years. He and his brother worked out and ran together all the time. But his Dom was so huge. He found himself silently praying that Bass didn’t mind his significantly smaller frame.

He was six foot one inches of lean, taut muscles. He had no tattoos or piercings, a completely untarnished canvass of soft porcelain skin. He tried to use the best soaps and moisturizes on his body. He was hairless too, unlike his brother who was tanned and had slick dark brown hair on his chest. He’d had a Brazilian wax done yesterday, so his ass was as smooth as a newborns.

He wasn’t sure if Bass preferred hairy men or not, but he took a chance and hoped he didn’t.
Please like what you see. This is al of me. Take it or leave it. Fuck.

Please take it.

Ryker stood naked as the day he was born before slowly, gracefully going down to his knees and bowing his head. He waited perfectly still, presenting himself to his Master. He could feel Bass’s gaze on him, but no response. He waited as seconds upon seconds slowly crawled by.
Oh God. He thinks I’m too
fucking smal . No, no, no.
Ryker’s criticism of himself was finally cut off by Bass’s response.

“Fuck!” Bass whispered.

“Good God! You are fucking stunning!” He saw his Master’s boots come toward him and stop in front of him. “Stand, boy. Let me get a better look at you,” he commanded, his voice gruff with passion.

Ryker hoped he wouldn’t start to blush at the compliment because he couldn’t hide it on his alabaster skin. Ryker rose to his full height in one smooth, fluid motion, but kept his eyes lowered in submission. Bass made slow circles around his body, stepping in every now and then to smell him in certain areas and place wet kisses in others. He licked him under his arm, kissed between his shoulder blades, smelled around his neck, kissed both nipples, and oh yes…kissed him torturously tender on his groin.

“Mmmm, I knew you would smell good everywhere.” Bass purred again, as he licked his tongue out, tasting the smooth hairless patch of skin at the base of Ryker’s prick.

Ryker couldn’t help but smile at the praise. He’d pleased his Master.

“Go lie down my sweet boy. I’m going to get a few things out of my bag.” Bass turned to his duffel and began rummaging through its contents while Ryker went to his king-size bed to pull back the black-and-silver, plush down comforter. His bed smelled like lavender and vanilla courtesy of his new fabric softener. He silently hoped it wasn’t too feminine and turned Bass off. He lay on the black silk sheets, making his skin glow even brighter.

Bass stood next to the bed and began to remove his clothes in the same way that his boy did…slowly. His Master was all muscle and definition, from his years as a ranger. His arms were huge and his pecs begged to be licked.

There was silky black hair along his chest and torso. S
crumptious.
Ryker didn’t mind hair at all. He didn’t want a bear, but hair was always delicious on a Dom. His thighs were solid and thick, again lightly dusted with soft black hair.

Then, thank the good Lord, his Master’s cock was a fucking site to behold…eight to nine inches of mouthwatering goodness…and it was uncut to boot. It was semierect and the head was peeking out from the foreskin, glistening with precome. Ryker’s mouth watered and he couldn’t stop staring.

“You want to taste me, boy?” His Master interrupted his thoughts as he began to stroke those eight inches to its full length.

“Yes, please, sir!” He knew he sounded fucking pathetic, begging already.

“Yes, baby boy, I’m going to let you have a taste, but I want to show you something first.” He reached over to the nightstand where he’d laid a few of his toys and picked up a single piece of paper and passed it to Ryker. It was an STD/HIV test, with the results dated last week. “I haven’t had intercourse in months but I’ve had a few blowjobs at the club. I’m telling you this and showing you the results because I want you to be comfortable and totally focused on us this weekend.” His Master stood with a now fully erect dripping prick in his face.

Ryker tried to catch most of what he’d said, but the black-and-white print stating all tests were negative was all he needed. He didn’t want to hear about his Master’s past indiscretions with other men.

Ryker was still drooling at the sight his Master’s cock when he shook his head to clear his very nasty thoughts. “I was tested too, about a month ago.

The results are in my office. I’ve received and done a few bjs over the past couple months, but I’ve never been fucked before.” He looked his Master in the eye when he said that, letting him know it was the God’s honest truth.

He felt his cheeks turn scalding hot and he knew it looked like a red neon light had turned on in his mouth.

“Say again?” his Master questioned, eyebrows raised in surprise. Ryker didn’t see an ounce of ridicule in the expression.

Dammit, he’s going to think I’m some fucking high school virgin.
His voice was a low whisper. “I’ve never been fucked. I’ve only topped before with a few…”

Ryker stopped, refusing to lie. “Actually, one guy. But, I’ve never let anyone fuck me.” Ryker’s eyes darted back and forth nervously. “I wanted to give something to my Master that no other man ever had.”

“Oh my sweet boy, you are a romantic aren’t you…and full of surprises.

I knew you were meant to be mine when I first saw you.” His Master used the back of his hand to stroke his burning cheek. “I want you to tell me what you crave? What turns you on?” He continued to hold Ryker’s face while he stroked his cock in front of him.

How the hel am I supposed to answer essay questions when I have a piece of prime red
meat waving in my face, and I’m not a fucking vegetarian.
“You want me to tell you what I like to do in bed,” he tried to clarify.

“No. There are certain things that will offend certain subs, and there are some things that aren’t typical of Dom/sub relationships. I have a feeling I know exactly what you want and like, but tell me if there is anything that offends you.”

“Sir, I’m open to try anything. I want to learn. I want to explore.” Ryker’s eyes were cast downward. He looked up into Bass’s eyes and whispered.

“Especially with you. I just don’t like to be humiliated.”

Bass’s face creased again with anger. Ryker knew what he was thinking about.

“I’m okay, sir. I’m not going to think about that night ever again. There’s a huge fucking difference between enforcing submission and degrading someone. I need to submit, sir. Oh God. I need to submit so badly.”

“You’re absolutely right, my sweet boy. Now, let me show you exactly why I’m supposed to be your Master.” Bass moved to the edge of the bed.

“Come to me, boy.”

Ryker obeyed and moved to the edge of the bed, putting his mouth level with his Master’s weeping cock but not touching. He had to learn specifically what his Master liked, but he thought he had a pretty good idea. He knew his Master would want complete obedience, but would encourage his sub to have his own mind, be adventurous and spontaneous in bed. No one wanted a robot as a partner.

“Keep your hands down, no touching,” he commanded, as he held his cock firmly at the base and took the glistening tip and painted Ryker’s lips with his precome. “Love your soft lips…so full…perfect for my cock. Lick your lips baby, and tell me how I taste.” Ryker licked his lips as if the precome was a flavored lip gloss.

“You taste so delicious, sir…please…more,” he begged.

He heard his Master groan low in his throat. Again, Bass brought his dick to Ryker’s eager mouth and pressed a little harder on his lips seeking entrance. Ryker was happy to oblige. Bass’s dick stretched his mouth and he hungrily opened wide and took him in. He heard Bass moan in ecstasy and jerk when Ryker’s lips brushed over the head on his upstroke. Ryker brought up a vision of his favorite porno, and swirled his tongue around the swollen head of his Master’s cock before diving back down again. He desperately wanted to grind his lips into the furry patch at the base but he just couldn’t get his throat to open up enough. He never thought his Master would be so well endowed.

With more determination he opened wider and went all the way down to bury his nose in that thick patch of hair.

“Holy fuck!” Bass yelled.

Ryker silently rejoiced but didn’t miss a beat. He slowly pulled back, this time hollowing his cheeks to apply way more suction. He moaned erotically to add sweet vibration.

“Fuck…shit…mmmm, so fucking good! Trying to make me come already, you bad boy.” He could see his Master struggling to hold his orgasm back. Ryker beamed inside with that victory. “Move up on the bed, you naughty boy,” Bass growled. When Ryker turned to go to the middle of the bed he felt a thick palm come down hard on his left ass cheek.

“Augh,” he yelped, but kept his ass high in the air, silently begging for more.

“Yeah, I knew you would like that. That pure ass is gonna pink up real nice for me.” Another slap landed on his other cheek.
Fuck!
It made Ryker jerk forward, but he managed to stay on his hands and knees. His cock was weeping onto the black satin. Two more slaps back to back on his left check.

Jesus!

“So fucking pretty. Love your ass already, boy,” Bass said as he gently rubbed Ryker’s ass, soothing the stinging.

Ryker gripped the base of his dick and tried extremely hard to focus on holding off his orgasm. He knew that he couldn’t come without permission, but damn it all to hell, he felt it stirring in his balls like a fucking storm.
Oh
God! Please no…don’t fucking come, don’t fucking come. Shitshitshit!
Ryker was still chanting in his head, when he felt a warm tongue slide up his burning ass…and that did him in.

“Fuuuccckkk! Aughhhh…gawwwd!” Ryker came harder than he’d ever come before. He never even stroked his dick once. His body burned red with shame, he was so embarrassed of shooting that damn fast. He tried to slow his breathing, but the aftershocks of his orgasm were still shooting up and down his shaft.

He was glad he wasn’t facing his Master, he really didn’t want to see the look on his face, especially the disappointment. He felt the bed dip and there was a caring hand on his back, stroking him gently.

“Relax, my sweet boy. I’m not upset. It’s been a while for both of us. If I didn’t stop you when you were sucking me, I sure as hell would have blown

my load after only thirty seconds.” He felt his Master lean his hard body over his back, his hard cock pressing deliciously into his ass. Ryker moaned involuntarily and rocked his hips back into that hard goodness.
Slap, slap.

Two blows to his right ass cheek made him stop moving immediately.

“Be still, boy.” His Master took his finger and smeared it in the warm come that he’d shot on his bed and brought it up to Ryker’s lips. “Open,” he commanded.

He did. He cleaned his spunk off his Master’s fingers.

“Good boy.” He felt the bed dip again and the comforting warmth of his Master was gone…he felt it deep inside him.
Damn, I got it bad. No matter what,
there is no way I can resist him.
His Master came back with a warm rag. “Turn over boy and lie down.” His Master began to clean him so very gently. It made Ryker want to weep at the care and love his Dom was displaying toward him. This was what he’d imagined all his adult life, that his Master would be strong, confident, controlling, dominant, kinky, but most of all he would be caring.

“May I please you, sir? I want to suck your beautiful cock and taste your come in my mouth…relish it coating my throat as I swallow every drop.”

Ryker eyes were cast downward when he spoke.

“The things you say, sweet boy.” Bass climbed in the bed beside Ryker, stretching out his long frame. “You want to please me, boy?”

“Yes, sir.” Ryker responded quickly.

“Then say you are mine.” He moved over top of Ryker, covering his entire body with his larger one. He took both Ryker’s arms and pinned them above his head as he looked at him. “I know I’ve only been here with you a few hours, but I won’t deny the connection…and you can’t either. Say you will be mine and I’m yours, then we can enjoy our weekend together…right before we start to plan our lives together. I’m too old to play games Ryker, I know what I want and when I want it…and I want you to be my boy, my sub, my lover, my best friend, and my life partner.” He emphasized each statement with a chaste kiss to his lips. “That’s what will please me, sweetheart.” Ryker lost himself in those smoldering hazel eyes. Ryker listened intently as his Master spoke his feelings with extreme masculinity.