Odd Ball Out (8 page)

Morgan groans out harshly, defiantly, “yes! Yes! Haden make it
hurt
!”

I stop and blink down at him. He’s staring back at me with a look of dread and shame and it’s quite obvious he had no conscious intention of revealing that piece of himself. I know I have to handle this right. It’s important. It’s Morgan’s trust.

I touch his cheek and smile into his eyes, “alright sweetheart, I can do that. If it’s too much tell me okay?” He nods uncertainly and I clutch his shoulders, watching myself slide all the way out of his body before shoving back through roughly and burying myself to the hilt. Morgan’s being too quiet.

“Was that okay? Why are you being so quiet?”

Morgan’s voice is so low I have to strain to hear him, “it was perfect. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He won’t meet my eyes. I move a little inside him and chuckle, “does that feel like discomfort to you?” I see the small upward tug at one corner of his mouth and exploit it, “I’ve been wanting to spank this smart ass of yours since the first time you walked in my door.”

Morgan’s eyes blow wide open and I can tell it’s exactly what he wants. I pull out and tell him gruffly, “turn over, get on your hands and knees.” He does, then I demand, “now drop your elbows to the bed, perfect.” I’m getting into the whole dominant rough role and finding I like it. A lot.

“Morgan are you ready for my dick to fuck your asshole raw?” I hear his gasp and the tremor of excitement in his voice when he replies, “yes sir.” Realizing what he just said he freezes again. Nope, not going to have him hold back on me anymore. I smack his ass once, hard and he cries out in mingled pain and pleasure.

“You’ll address me as master when we’re in bed, is that clear?”

I hear the sigh of contentment in his voice when he replies, “yes master.”

I understand this now. “You need to be dominated. Told what to do. Roughed up. Isn’t that right pretty boy?” I’m rubbing the tip of my cock up and down the crease of his ass.

He moans, “ugh ugh yes yes Master.”

I commanded him, “you’ll tell me what you need from now on, won’t you my sweet little submissive?”

Morgan pauses so I spank him twice and take my dick away. I grip his hair and jerk his body up until his back is flush with my front. I use his hair to tilt his head so I can look in his eyes, “I’m not joking Morgan. This isn’t a game. You’ll let me take care of you, give you want you need or I won’t give you anything.” I jerked his hair again for emphasis and asked angrily, “now my pet, what do you need that’s so embarrassing you’d defy your master?”

Morgan cries but I don’t let up. He has to give me this. He has to tell me what he needs or we’ll never work. He won’t be satisfied and I’m not losing him. Not ever. I’ll do whatever the fuck he wants me to do and I’ll do it with a smile.

He whispers, “r-restrain… restrain me… c-con… control me”

I force his face back to the mattress and demand “put your arms behind your back, good boy.”

I put more lube on my cock and his asshole. I grab both his wrists roughly in one hand and pull a bit so I know it was uncomfortable then I grab his hip and thrust back into him without warning. I listen to his cries as I pound him. Once they weren’t quite so intense I spanked his ass and could tell that got him going again.

“You’re not going to come until I tell you.”

He replies in a meek, exhausted voice, “yes master.”

“I want to fuck your brains out now so you’re going to hold your ass cheeks open for me and then when I tell you, you can come with me.”

“Yes master.”

I let go of his wrists and he eagerly pulled his cheeks apart, exposing as much of his hole as he could. “oh fuck…I could come just looking at that messy used and abused asshole. I almost feel sorry for it since I’m not nearly done.” I hear him groan and his breathing is ragged.

Then I take his hips and hold nothing of my strength and weight back. I am beating myself against him and the room is full of the slick sounds of wetness and slippery movement and whimpers and moans and cries. I lose myself in the fucking. I’m in his so deep I feel like he’ll taste it when I come. Oh shit I’m close.

“Come with me now Morgan.” I jerk him up by his hair and then reach around and grab his cock, pumping him hard and fast, I tell him the same thought that almost had me coming, “I’m going to cum inside this tight hot ass of your so hard you’re gonna taste it.” He screamed. His ass clenched painfully tight on my dick. His body bowed and his hips jerked as he shot load after load all over my bed.

My orgasm ripped through me and I was thrusting into him so hard his knees came off the bed. I shouted and my body trembled violently, my hips continuing to jerk as the spasms wracked my me.

Finally, I fall on my side with Morgan and cuddle him close, “I love you baby, that was a-amazing.” He didn’t say anything and I could feel his shoulders shaking. I slipped out of him and rolled him over to face me, wondering why he’s upset.

Turns out, I didn’t have any reason to wonder because he wasn’t upset. He was laughing. I simply raised an eyebrow and waited. He turned and explained, “you’re always so gentle Haden. I didn’t think you had that in you.” My lips twitch but I stop myself from laughing, barely.

I tell him, “I don’t mind being dominant and rough in bed, if that’s what you like. I loved it. Seeing you at my mercy and talking d-dirty to you was sexy as fuck.” He leans over to kiss me, but I’m not done so quickly pull back, “but you have to tell me if something I do or don’t do you don’t like or if you want to take over. I’d be fine with that too.” Morgan nods and asks, “does that mean you’d want to bottom? I wasn’t sure…”

I look down into the eyes of the man that changed my whole world and I knew I could trust him with everything. My mind, my heart and my body, “yeah, I trust you and I want to f-feel you i-inside me.” He cuddled up closer to me and I love it.

“Morgan?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we not tell my mom?”

Epilogue

Well, I’ve been with my weirdo husband for just over ten years. We’ve seen some good and bad times but mostly we’ve been blissfully happy. This isn’t one of those cheesy endings where all the problems are magically solved. Let’s be honest, my guy was seriously unlucky in the mental health department.

He’s still agoraphobic but it doesn’t detract from his or my happiness even a little. We’re both content in our remote Alaskan cabin. He programs and I write. Yes, I’ve had good success although I’ll never make as much money writing as Haden already has with programming.

He rarely has panic attacks anymore but still talks with a stutter if his emotions aren’t in control. The only exception to that is when he’s dominant in our bed. I don’t know what it is, but in bed he’s fine. No, if you’re wondering, I’ve never taken nor wanted the dominant role. But Haden does like to bottom so we take turns.

It’s not always about pain and dominance either… that just sort of slipped out the first time. I never meant to tell him about any of those secret desires. I didn’t want to risk him being disgusted with me or feeling inadequate and pulling away. Here’s the thing though. Imagine I hadn’t told him. I’d have spent the last ten years with a mediocre sex life rather than enjoying the sizzle, spice and all that’s
not
nice in the boudoir.

Oh and Mallory! Oh my goodness does that boy look like his daddy. He’ll be 17 soon, getting ready to head off to college before we know it. Mallory did end up having some pretty significant issues during puberty. Namely, the fact that his father ignored him for the first six years of his life. That all sort of came to a head around 12 years old. He understood intellectually, but his heart was still healing.

So, a little bit of counseling, even family therapy (at home) and lots of patience from his dads and Mallory eventually got through that rough time. He’s smart as a whip, but he’s always got his head in the clouds dreaming up some new computer thing. Mallory and his dad are total nerds by the way. They’ll have video game marathons and I won’t see either of them for days.

I still haven’t figured out my husband and all his quirks. The weirdest things bother him. I bought a sweater with a snowman and when he saw it on me he freaked out and ran away screaming. I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. Poor guy. I guess for some people its clowns but for Haden it’s snowmen. Who knew?

The End

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