Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True (22 page)

Ryker watched many expressions play across Bass’s handsome face.
I
already consider him my Master.
He knew the man spoke the truth.
There is still a
lot we need to learn about each other, but that takes time in any relationship. I know deep
down that he would never humiliate me. I sure as hel gave him some good ammunition just
now.
Ryker brought his hand up to his Master’s chest and stroked the soft hair, before speaking. “I need to kiss you, please.”

“Please what?” Bass questioned seductively.

“Please, Master,” Ryker whispered softly.
A lot can be said in one kiss.

“Mmmm. Yes.” That was all he heard before Bass swooped down and captured Ryker’s mouth with his own while keeping him pinned down. It was a kiss that whispered complete domination. Bass kept control of the kiss as their tongues tangled and explored each other, before hands began to roam over chests, abs, and backs.

Bass let Ryker explore his body. He didn’t protest when Ryker urged him to his side, climbed on top of him, and began grinding his growing cock into his. Bass held his narrow hips and met his thrust with earnest. Ryker bathed in his Master’s grunts and moans. Ryker didn’t know how long Bass would let him lead, he just couldn’t stop himself. He’d waited all his life for this moment.

“Need you inside me Master…please claim me, sir…make me yours.”

Ryker was floating, he felt his whole life shifting at that very second. He rejoiced in knowing that nothing would be the same ever again. He would no longer be alone, he would have someone to take care of him now, someone to control and dominate him like he needed. Most of all, he was finally going to get fucked. He’d had toys up his ass, but nothing compared to a warm, pulsing cock that shot a load inside and warmed from the inside and out.

Ryker was a bottom through and through.

“I want you raw and deep inside me…please, sir. Oh God. Please.”

Ryker looked at his Master and splayed himself open in full submission. No more guarded emotions, no more walls, no more hiding. Bass now held complete control.

He saw the exact moment when his Master realized it too. “Fuck, sweetheart. Hell yes, I’ll make you mine.” Bass flipped Ryker over so he was

on top again. He ground his thick cock into him and groaned at the intense contact.

“Yes, more…more…harder,” Ryker begged.

“Shhh. I’m gonna give you what you need, boy. Gonna fill you up.” One of Ryker’s legs was pulled up and placed high around Bass’s waist. He felt the pad of a wide thumb rub aggressively over his aching hole. Ryker released another deep-chested moan. “Have you ever had anything in your ass, gorgeous?”

“Yes, toys, Master.”

“Good boy. I’ll watch you pleasure yourself with your toy sometime. But right now…” He pulled Ryker’s legs all the way up to his ears, almost positioning his body into a C. Thank God he was limber and flexible. Bass perched on his knees in position to work his ass over good. Ryker’s spread ass was right at his Master’s face. Bass took the flat of his tongue and dragged it up his seam. Ryker bowed his back even more, immediately trying to get that sinful tongue into his hungry hole.
Slap.
Another hard one on his ass. “Sit still,” Bass commanded.

Dammit…this man’s gonna kill me slowly.
He felt that warm tongue working tenderly over his hole. It was absolute fucking bliss and torture. BDSM, oh the wonders and possibilities.

Only one guy had licked his ass, but for some reason it didn’t feel at all like this…his Master was eating him so goddamn good.
Fuck! No. No. No.

No…don’t come again…shit!
Ryker began to feel that stirring in his balls again, and it was really kicking up. “Master, p-p-please,” he stammered.

Bass had two large hands on both of Ryker’s ass cheeks, massaging the firm flesh over and over as he made a meal out of him. “I know, boy…so good. Your ass is squeezing my tongue, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel those balls drawing up. Mmmmm.” He sucked one of Ryker’s tight nuts into his mouth and released it with a
pop
. “You just taste so fucking sweet and so smooth, makes me want to lick you all fucking night. Fuck! Did you shave just for me boy?” Bass asked with his face still at his hole, when he spoke it blew warm air over it. It made Ryker grind his teeth together.
Slap.
A hard hand on his ass again made Ryker jerk to attention.

“Fuck! Yes, Master…I shaved for you,” he finally answered.

“It’s very nice…tell me, baby…did you do it…or did someone else shave you?” He continued to speak and deliciously blow air over Ryker’s moist ass.

“Umm…ummm.” Ryker tried to form a sentence. “Yes…I mean no, sir, a guy at the salon does it,” he managed to get out.

“I see.” Bass went back to his job. He continuously licked and rubbed a very wet finger around his quivering hole. Once his tight star began to relax, he felt a single finger began to push a little at his entrance then stop.
Slap,
slap, slap.

“Augh! Shit. Auugghh. Fuck!” Ryker yelled from the sting of those slaps against his ass cheeks again. Those were disciplining slaps.
Shit what did I do?

As if he’d heard Ryker’s internal question Bass growled, “I don’t want anyone touching you there anymore do you understand?” His Master used his commanding voice.

Ryker shivered as his cock leaked profusely.
Fuck, I should’ve known that no
Dom would want another person rubbing wax on his boy’s ass and bal s. “
Yes, Master.

I didn’t think. I only wanted you to like what you saw.”

“Baby, I will like what I see if you grew a fucking forest around your ass.

But I do like you shaven and smooth…so from now on…I will shave you…got it?”

“Yes, Master.” Ryker relaxed when he felt that velvety tongue licking away the sting of his discipline. “Ahhh, fuckin, yessss.” After the short spanking, Ryker’s cock was about to explode.

“You love those spankings don’t you, boy? Gonna be my little pain slut…huh?” Bass stuck his thick tongue deep inside Ryker’s hole.

“Yes, sir. Only for you, Master.”
Fuck! So good. Damn…I’m gonna fucking
come again.
His Master came face-to-face with him and looked into his eyes.

He took two fingers and put them in Ryker’s mouth, letting him soak his digits good.

“Mmmmm,” Ryker moaned around his Master’s thick fingers, knowing where they were about to go.
Ohhh, Yes! Fingers are so damn thick…gonna feel so
good.
Although Ryker had never been fucked he still enjoyed the burn and stretch of something filling him up. Ryker’s hole was hot and hungry. It was

relaxed and ready to be stretched. Bass worked one, two, and then three fingers into his tight hole, making sure he was stretched properly so as not to cause too much discomfort when he owned him.

Ryker’s legs shook fiercely because of how many times his Master brushed over his prostate. Ryker’s eyes were squeezed closed from the sensory overload of pleasure.

“Look at me baby while I enter you,” Bass whispered against Ryker’s parted lips.

Ryker used all his strength to pull his legs back and fully open his eyes and watch his Master.

“So grateful that you saved this pure ass just for me, my precious boy.”

He pressed the head against Ryker’s opening and began to push lightly at the entrance. Bass’s face clinched with concentration.

“Fuck! So damn tight, boy…so fucking good…all mine,” he growled into Ryker’s ear as he pushed in past the first ring of muscle.

Ryker welcomed the burn, but his Master’s large cock was stretching him to capacity. Ryker was grinding his teeth hard so he didn’t yell
stop
and embarrass himself. He knew if he was patient a little while longer it would pay off dearly. Ryker labored his breathing and concentrated on fully relaxing his lower body.

“That’s it…good boy. Open up for me.” Bass removed his gaze from Ryker’s and looked down between their bodies at their connection. “So damn beautiful.”

“Fuck, yes sir.” Ryker cursed at the invasion. Finally, his Master was fully seated inside him. He’d never felt so damn full before. No toy could’ve prepared him for this. He raised his still shaking legs higher around his Master’s waist, urging him to move. He began to feel light kisses on his neck and cheek. A slick, wet tongue licked from his ear to his mouth.

Ryker moaned and bucked underneath him. He gave a quick flick of his tongue to Ryker’s top lip. “Good boy. Good boy. Pleasing me so good, sweetheart. I never imagined you’d feel this fucking good.”

Bass started up a slow, easy rhythm, giving Ryker plenty enough time to adjust and get used to him. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, opening

Ryker up even more. He angled his thrust a little to the left, going for Ryker’s spot.

“Yes, sir. Augh, right there! Yes, sir. Fuck! Yes, sir…so good…gawwd.

More please, Master. I wanna feel you inside me all day tomorrow.” Ryker was out of mind with pleasure. He groveled, then babbled, then whined, and keened, then begged again.

“Yeah. I’m going to make you feel it.” His Master thrust back in at an angle, hard and deep, making Ryker cry out.

“Fuck! Do that again.” It was too late for Ryker to clamp down on his demands. He was beyond thinking rationally. He appreciated Bass not punishing him for his aggressiveness tonight. He heard his Master let out a sexy groan on each thrust. He was stroking Ryker long and deep like Ryker had always fantasized.

Ryker felt his balls tighten up, almost turning in to his body, and he knew he didn’t have much longer. The way Bass was jerking on top of him he figured he was almost there too.

“Come now, boy,” Bass commanded as he tilted his strong hips up and thrust in deep, grinding his pelvis into him.

Ryker gripped his cock in a punishing grip, gave it three violent pumps, and let his release take him. “Aughhh! Master! Master!” Ryker shouted. His ass clenched tight around his Master’s cock as he pumped his come in between them. His Master didn’t stop thrusting through his orgasm, deliciously drawing it out. He jerked and clenched his ass involuntarily at the aftershocks.

Bass deeply pumped into him three more times before he filled him with hot jizz.
Ahhhhh. So warm.
Ryker was pulled into a suffocating grip and held firmly to a broad chest. Bass’s mouth pressed hard against his ear as he rode out his orgasm. “So good, so good, my boy, mine, mine, mine, so good baby, squeezing my cock, so fucking good.” Bass accented each word with a shallow, spastic thrust.

Bass pulled out of Ryker and watched his come flow out him. He used the head of his cock to push his come back inside him. “Soon I’m going to

plug your pretty ass after I fill you up. Make you keep my seed in you all day.” He purred in Ryker’s ear.

“I’d like that, Master,” Ryker spoke breathlessly.

Bass dragged his extremely heavy weight off him and moved to his side, spooning against him. Ryker grinned at the goofy smile that was on the sexy Dom’s face. He was sure he himself wore a similar expression. Hell, he wasn’t a virgin anymore.
I’m in love!

“
Let me wipe you off, Master…I will wash your body in the shower in the morning.” Ryker got another clean cloth and washed them both. He turned off the bedside lamp and climbed back into his Master’s warmth.

He’d succumbed to sleep before he knew it, because for the first time in his life he hadn’t a care in the world.

They didn’t make it to morning. They made love again in the middle of the night…twice. By morning Ryker was too sore to even think about moving, so he didn’t. His Master was a fucking beast in bed and he loved it.

Ryker’s eyes fluttered open at the bright sun shining through his floor-to-ceiling windows that were pushed open.
I don’t think we closed them last night.
A crisp, salty ocean breeze flittered up his nose, making him smile. He patted the cool sheets beside him and lazily wondered why his Master wasn’t in bed with him. He was sure he hadn’t gone far. His eyes drifted shut on their own, too sated to do anything more. Next thing he felt was a feather light kiss on his forehead, causing him to wake again.
Oh my God.
His Master had brought him breakfast in bed: waffles with fresh strawberries on top.

“I thought I was supposed to serve you, sir.” Ryker yawned and rubbed his eyes as he sat up against the headboard. Bass gently placed the tray across his lap.

“Baby, we will serve and care for each other. I don’t want a slave. I want a submissive and a partner,” his Master stated casually as he bent down and kissed him lovingly on the cheek. “Oh, baby, and you were all kinds of submissive last night.” Bass let out a deep, sexy chuckle. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

“Mmmm. Morning sir.”

“How do you feel?” His Master grinned smugly as he watched Ryker trying to maneuver the tray so that he didn’t have to sit directly on his ass to eat.

“I feel like I’ve been made love to all night long,” he replied cheekily while smiling at Bass.

His Master watched him with adoring eyes while he ate his breakfast.

“Did I tell you how beautiful your skin is?” His Master ran his thumb up the side of Ryker’s leg to the dent in his hip. “It’s so ivory and soft. How come you don’t have any tattoos or piercings?” his Master questioned curiously.

“I wanted my Master to mark me how he saw fit,” he responded easily.

“A man after my own heart, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He smiled at Ryker, stealing his breath away. “Come on, time to shower. I want to take you out today.” He began to pull on Ryker’s arm when he tried to lie back down and nestle under the still warm covers.

“Do I have to?” he whined shamelessly as his Master laughed at his juvenile antics.

“If you don’t come, then you can’t get your collar, sweet boy.” Bass got up to walk away leaving that statement hanging in the air.

Fuck! My collar.

Ryker jumped out of bed completely ignoring any ache in his backside.